My Apocalypse Territory

The Pope turned his head and exchanged a glance with his proudest disciple, the First Bishop, their eyes filled with bitterness.

One was in a terrible state, the other even worse.

The Pope was a cautious man who had arrived at the old Royal Capital early but had not shown himself.

He had the patience to wait until the Alien Race warriors could no longer withstand the "Strongest Weapon" and were preparing to flee, and still, he did not take the field personally, but sent the Second, Third, and Fourth Bishops instead.

They tested the power of the "Strongest Weapon" and the reaction of the Alien Race.

Only when everything was under control did they distort space and take to the stage for real.

He still remembered how full of confidence and vigor he had been before.

The Pope had a plan all worked out, to seal the "Strongest Weapon" within one minute, then to swiftly take several treasures from the Royal Palace treasury that even he coveted within ten minutes… After that, he could flee far away, leaving the Aino continent by Flying Boat.

By then,

With his strength and the future potential of the "Strongest Weapon," where in the vast universe couldn't he go?

It was a beautiful thought, now so thin!

The Pope considered himself worldly, yet his worldview kept shattering with every unexpected event.

Nancy's combat power was growing stronger, and even though her realm and energy level were both at the Second Tier Peak, he could clearly perceive her continuous improvement.

It was not due to blessings but Nancy was unrestrainedly unleashing her potential in battle.

And there he was, the lofty Pope of the Doomsday Cult, merely a whetstone that sharpened Nancy's edges.

"Cough."

The Pope coughed up blood, which turned into flames as it dripped through the air and evaporated, disappearing without trace.

He looked down slightly to see his beloved Scepter, a Divine Weapon he had spent a countless number of materials on, forged over hundreds of years through innumerable difficulties, which in the recent battle, to withstand the edge of the "Strongest Weapon," had been gashed repeatedly.

It was like an apple bitten and left with countless bite marks.

Unbearable to look at.

His precious Scepter!

Without this top-tier Divine Weapon among the second-tier, his strength would be reduced by at least a tenth.

Divine Weapons possess the ability to repair themselves, but looking at the "Skinny Bone" Scepter in his hand, the Pope felt an urge to cry. Instead of seizing back the "Strongest Weapon," he had allowed his own weapon to completely fall apart.

Why did this happen?

It would be fine if his combat power was simply overwhelming!

It would be fine if he mastered his domain early!

It would be fine if he had a method to rapidly improve his realm!

Now, even the Divine Weapon far exceeded his imagination!

Why?

Could it be that throughout these years of establishing the Divine Sect, he had lost touch with the world?

He thought his subordinates were growing rapidly, yet was he unaware that the Kingdom had researched methods like the "Domain Acceleration Method," "Third Tier Divine Weapon Manufacturing Techniques," "How to Beat an Enemy of a Higher Tier," and so on?

Very likely!

On his way here, he had already witnessed the "Eternal Wall" at the outskirts of the Royal Capital. Although he did not think that a wall could safeguard the Royal Capital, the technological content of the "Eternal Wall" had taken him somewhat by surprise.

Perhaps,

His method of traveling the world, raising top fighters through breeding insects, was wrong?

A tumult of thoughts surged through his mind, but the Pope had not given up. Engaged in an embarrassing fight with Nancy, he contemplated ways to break the situation.

"The 'World Tree Array' needs to consume 'Human Qi' and has a time limit. The current realm enhancement is quite strange, but it cannot be without a time limit, including other means to amplify combat power."

"Just wait until the power of the blessings runs out, and the 'Strongest Weapon' reverts to its previous strength, then capturing the opponent would be as easy as flipping one's hand."

The Pope's insight was sharp, immediately identifying Nancy's weaknesses.

Whether it was Telekinesis enhancement or the "Ghost God Transformation," the duration was limited.

Without the continuous power supply from the World Tree significantly reducing the consumption of telekinetic energy value, Tang Yu wasn't sure how long tens of millions of energy values would last.

Ten minutes passed,

Twenty minutes passed,

Thirty minutes passed…

The Pope's faith was firm,

The Pope's faith started to waver,

The Pope had a curse he wanted to utter,

The Pope's unspoken words were mercilessly crushed before he could say them!

"Thump!"

A mouthful of old blood was spat out, and the Pope's heart turned cold.

What combat power augmentation? What power enhancements?

Fake,

All fake,

The Strongest Weapon was fake,

The entire world was fake too!

He never should have gotten involved in this mess!

"Retreat!"

The Pope no longer hesitated, his voice reaching the ears of all the upper echelons of the Doomsday Cult.

The First Bishop, who was being pummeled by Eileen and the other two, breathed a sigh of relief and rapidly withdrew from the battlefield, taking a heavy hit as the price.

They had already far escaped, dealing with the Dark Creatures while staying vigilant against the likes of Tang Yu's Second, Third, and Fourth Bishops, who upon hearing this, were even more swiftly flying toward a space rift.

There was no need to mention other First-Tier Transcendents; in the battlefield that was the Old Royal Capital, even Senior Transcendents didn't possess the power to control their own destinies. More than half of the top figures of the Divine Sect had perished, the rest all injured. They eyed a relatively stable space rift not far away and blasted through the encirclement of Dark Creatures, quickly making their escape.

Suddenly,

Pfft—

Pfft—

Pfft—

Although they were already quite close to the space rift, they all stiffened, their chests pierced through, fresh blood streaming down.

Moments later, their momentum carrying them forward, several Divine Sect Transcendents fell diagonally like shooting stars, quickly devoured by the Dark Creatures.

Not a bone remained.

A number of figures appeared next to that space rift, donned in various attire—some in armor, some in robes, looking both young and old...

All were wielding weapons, expressionless.

"It's the 'Red Army's' Deputy Army Commander! The Royal Court Guard's Commander Baru!"

Zabol quickly recognized two among them.

The rest, from the style of their attire, could be easily identified as people from the Royal Capital.

They were individuals of high ranking and power.

Very likely, they were from the Royal Family.

Tang Yu glanced at the clock; there were just a few minutes left.

Damn Doomsday Cult Pope, couldn't you hold on a bit longer?

Even though your Combat Power hasn't decreased, you're still so cowardly!

Tang Yu felt helpless!

With his control over his Territory, he had long known that there were onlookers in the distance, but they were mostly small fry; he hadn't detected anyone who posed a real threat.

Looking back,

The powerful members of the Alien Race hadn't set foot in the Old Royal Capital yet.

Huff—

The deaths of a few members of the Doomsday Cult had alarmed the Pope and several bishops.

The Second, Third, and Fourth Bishops immediately grew alert and simultaneously flew backward with great force.

Boom!

The space before them collapsed, turning not into the New Royal Capital but a chaotic void of space.

Thunder Arcs dashed chaotically, emitting a fearsome presence.

"Luckily, we dodged in time..."

The three bishops hadn't had the chance to breathe a sigh of relief when streaks of blue-violet patterns burst from beneath their feet and quickly converged above their heads, forming a cage that trapped the three of them.

Outside the cage, figures in Magic Robes appeared from all directions, north, south, east, and west, reaching out and pressing their hands against the wall of the cage.

"What is this?"

"Blast it apart quickly!"

The Second Bishop made a move, Source Power surged violently, the Combat Saber's blade glowed brilliantly as he fiercely struck the blue-violet cage.

After a light tremor,

The cage remained intact, and the four figures in Magic Robes outside were still expressionless.

The Second Bishop was repelled by the immense recoil, slamming into the opposite cage wall and screaming in agony.

In an instant,

A dense flame ignited inside the cage, completely enveloping the three bishops.

As the flames grew hotter, the three bishops exerted all their strength but still couldn't break the cage, only to be repeatedly injured and healed under the terrible Burning, over and over...

Without rescue, complete obliteration was only a matter of time.

Tang Yu furrowed his brows.

With his Territory in place, his Perception ability was currently the strongest and he was the first to notice something was off.

Whether it was the previously seen diverse group of Transcendents or the ones who later formed the Sealing Array, without exception, all of them had... poker faces!

There was also something peculiar about their aura, and subtly, it seemed there was a connection.

His expression shifted as he turned his head toward a certain location.

The Pope and the First Bishop had no intention of rescuing anyone and had already escaped hundreds of kilometers away.

The First Bishop threw a powerful punch, the space in front rippled in layers before shattering, revealing the scene of the New Royal Capital—rather than using existing space rifts, he had opened his own passage to flee.

As he flew towards the gap, a figure emerged on the other side.

Clad in luxurious robes, regal and imposing, his aura fully unleashed, he wielded a sword in both hands, slashing at the First Bishop.

"A Second Tier dares to block my path?!"

He punched out, light and shadow intertwined, and with a loud thud, the First Bishop was sent reeling backward, completely dumbfounded.

How could he be beaten by a Second Tier nobody again?

The Pope also stopped in his tracks, his face serious as he gazed at the figure that had appeared before him—a Third Tier.

At the same time,

Tang Yu's expression changed slightly as he channeled the power of the world, striking towards a location not far off.

A Transcendent adorned in splendid robes and wearing a crown appeared,

Also a Third Tier.

The oppressive force was even more terrifying!