Chapter 711: Battle Spirit Guardians, Tribute to the Fifth Dimension

"Hahaha! Wahahaha—!" The master of the Blood Clan laughed wildly with pride as his power became stronger and stronger. The entire sky was lit up by the red sun and red clouds. The scent of the end of the world filled the air. "Stop your useless struggling and die!" His stern voice caused an immense chill to grow in everyone's hearts.

The old man looked at the 12 angels who were doing everything they could to resist with sadness in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and wanted to take a breath again but spouted a mouthful of blood instead. Not one inch of his body was intact… Two trails of tears rolled down his face as he cried out in grief, "The fifth dimension…has truly fallen, and another devil apart from the Eldritchs was born!"

It was just as the master of the Blood Clan said, most of the power of the fifth dimension had converged in his body. No one could suppress him at all. Originally, if Warrior God repented, he would still have had a chance to fight against the master of the Blood Clan, but now, it was too late.

"Everyone, we have to work together to hold up the sky! We're the fifth dimension's last hope!" At this time, the black-haired young man stood up and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He raised his anti-cavalry sword again and condensed all the power in his body. His bronze skin glowed brightly and the Wisdom aura manifested a colorful vision, surrounding his whole body.

He thrust the anti-cavalry sword to the ground with a clang and it swelled continuously, finally turning into a sword that could hold up the sky. It then pierced the huge blood-red giant hand. Immediately after, mana rose into the air with great strength, gathered into a dazzling vision, and surged toward the blood-red giant hand.

"Unity is strength! Let's work hard together!"

"Gather all the power you can and protect the fifth dimension!"

"You're going down!"

"Arrrghhh!"

At that moment, the light of the Origins gradually became richer at the opening, pouring down on this group of people. It gave them more fighting spirit and hope to protect this world together. When faced with a catastrophe, they all became the protagonists of the fifth dimension.

Lord Angel, red in the face, flapped his fleshy wings desperately as he said solemnly, "Sky Burning Angel's Light, go!"

"Go!" War Angel and 10 other angels gritted their teeth as they mustered their strongest power.

At this time, their bright light and the monstrous blood light formed two diametrically opposing forces. One was filled with the despair and destruction of the fifth dimension while the other was filled with hope and new life.

The world froze in time. There was no shocking vision and no explosive sounds. There was only the light and blood melting at the same time, constantly being reborn and destroyed. Under the nervous gaze of countless beings, wounds began to appear on the giant bloody hand which was eventually retracted by the master of the Blood Clan.

However, before everyone cheered, the sarcastic sneer of the master of the Blood Clan came again, "Oh? Do you really think you ants can turn the situation around?"

The sea of blood-clouds surged again and a huge blood-foot appeared. It proceeded to stomp down on everyone. The blood-foot crashed down on the ground with a thunderous explosion and the light everyone had gathered trembled violently. Countless people were sent flying by the countershock and blood flowed out of their wounds when they landed on the ground with heavy thuds. The anti-cavalry sword also erupted with a mournful cry, followed by a crackling sound as it broke into two on the spot before it dimmed.

"Hahaha! Is that all you've got? The next one will be even stronger. Do you think you can hold on much longer?" The icy words of the master of the Blood Clan echoed in the sky. He raised his legs and the second foot that covered the sky and the sun came crashing down!

Everyone was under the shadow of this giant foot and a sense of powerlessness filled their eyes. Under their gaze, the 12 angels who were still in the air were crushed pitifully. The 12 halos above their heads flickered until finally...the halos broke. The angel's feathers scattered and floated away.

"No—!" Lord Angel and the other angels' eyes nearly exploded with anger! They felt a pain in their hearts that was so immense they could not even breathe. Those halos were divine objects given by the expert and were made from their feathers. How could they be so easily broken? The light in the old man's eyes also dimmed as he thought there was no more hope.

"Die!" Only the mad laughter of the master of the Blood Clan was left. He continued to press his feet down as if wanting to trample everyone to death like the ants that they were. However, his foot remained suspended in the air, as if it was stuck there. There was an indescribable force blocking him, and it actually gave him a feeling that he would not be able to overpower it.

"Huh?" The master of the Blood Clan was taken aback. He lowered his head and looked underneath his foot. Where the 12 broken head wreaths were laying, 12 willow branches were floating there quietly. The 12 willow branches gleamed with emerald green light. Although the light was soft, they gave people a sense of incomparable holiness. Even looking at them filled the people with awe.

"Impossible! This...what kind of branch is this? How can it stop me?" exclaimed the master of the Blood Clan in disbelief. "Break! Why won't it break?!" He gritted his teeth and the sea of blood-clouds set off a huge wave. He exhausted all his strength, but it still seemed as if he was stepping on an unyielding iron plate. A sharp chill suddenly surged from the depths of his heart. He was horrified!

It was not only him but everyone else was struck dumb as well. They were all looking at the willow branches and fell into a state of trance.

Lord Angel even had a layer of goosebumps all over his body. "It turns out that the most awesome part of the head wreath was not our feathers, but the branch!" he murmured.

War Angel nodded in agreement and took a deep breath. "To be precise, it's our feathers that limited the power of the head wreaths and lowered the power of the willow branches!"

The old man stared at the willow branch and was trembling violently. He muttered crazily to himself, "This…this feeling is... Yes, it must be the one in the legend!"

At this time, the 12 willows branches moved and linked themselves together, turning into one big willow branch.

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the four-part architecture, a gust of wind blew by quietly as the slender branches of the willow tree by the pond moved with the wind. One of the branches passed through the pond, and part of its rhizomes seemed to shuttle through the space, entering into another space.

Back in the fifth dimension, a branch broke through the air and connected with the willow branch. In an instant, a sacred aura suddenly descended on the entire fifth dimension. Even the Origins of the Dimension was fluctuating and seemed to be trembling with joy. Time and space no longer had any meaning. Everything, except their thoughts, was frozen!

"What…what is that?" The master of the Blood Clan was so frightened that he screamed. He was extremely horrified. Looking at the willow branch, he actually had a feeling of incomparable insignificance, as if he was not at the same level. The fear he was feeling came from the deepest, ancient, most basic instinct. "How can this be? Where did it come from? Can such an existence really exist in this world?"

The master of the Blood Clan trembled along with the sea of blood-clouds. He wanted to escape but he could not move at all! In an instant, the willow branch wrapped around his body, binding him tightly. Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking they were hallucinating.

"The master of the Blood Clan…got tied up just like that?" Lord Angel gulped and felt his head was about to explode. Especially when he thought back to how powerful the master of the Blood Clan was just now, it made everything seem even more surreal. He could not believe the willow branch could be this powerful!

"This is terrifying! The willow branch is invincible!" War Angel's heart was trembling and her voice was shaky. "Did the expert really use this kind of existence to make us head wreaths?"

"I can't believe I've been wearing that on my head all this while… I think I'm going to faint…" said the other angels with awe and fear.

Suddenly, they noticed that the willow branch was swaying toward them, as if...it was beckoning to them. The angels' hearts suddenly bulged and they were almost scared to tears. 'Is it angry at us for wearing it on our heads?'

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However, War Angel suddenly had an epiphany and said, "Father, I think it's asking us to strip off the feathers from the master of the Blood Clan."

Lord Angel was slightly taken aback. He turned his eyes unconsciously to look at the blood-red wings of the master of the Blood Clan. The blood-red feathers were like fire and were very beautiful. The master of the Blood Clan had retained the characteristics of an angel after devouring Mosha and his wings were of a blood angel. He was sure the expert would love it.

Lord Angel nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, quickly strip the feathers off him!"

"Yes, father." War Angel nodded. Then, she took out the hair removal stick and made her way over to the master of the Blood Clan.

Seeing War Angel's malicious gaze and the big stick, the master of the Blood Clan's heart tightened. In a cold voice, he shouted, "What do you think you're doing? Don't you dare come near me! No! Don't come near me!"

"Compared to your body size, this hair removal stick's just a toothpick, so don't panic, it won't hurt too much. I'll make it fast." After that, War Angel stepped behind the master of the Blood Clan and worked swiftly with the hair removal stick.

The red feathers fell off with a ripping noise, which were then carefully collected by War Angel. "Beautiful feathers! These are indeed very special!" praised War Angel while increasing her speed.

Lord Angel watched comfortably from the side and said with gratitude, "Bless his heart. The master of the Blood Clan must've known that by combining his body with Mosha's, they'd create a new kind of feather for the expert."

As for the others, including the old man, they were all dumbfounded. Their mouths were wide open and they were as still as statues.

"I can't believe they're actually stripping the master of the Blood Clan's feathers…"

"This change is too sudden. Just a moment ago, I was prepared to meet my death."

"They're so powerful! Where did the angels come from? I've never seen anyone as powerful as them!"

"What kind of existence is the willow branch? Could it be from an expert that's backing the angels?"

"Is this really the master of the Blood Clan who nearly annihilated the fifth dimension? Why does it all feel like a dream?"

After a while, War Angel respectfully saluted the willow branch and said, "Sir, I have finished stripping off the feathers."

The willow branch swayed left and right, signaling for War Angel to step away. Then, it released the master of the Blood Clan and started to whip him.

"Ah! No! Spare me. Please!" The master of the Blood Clan screamed in horror. He felt death closing in on him. With a crisp whipping sound, the master of the Blood Clan exploded and his huge body transformed into a blood mist before dissipating into the air.

Immediately after, the willow branch shifted its target to the sea of blood-clouds. The sea of blood-clouds trembled. The blood inside them was surging, roaring as if it was resisting, but everything was destined to be in vain. There was another crisp whipping sound as the sea of blood-clouds melted away like spring snow. This was like an order from Heaven and earth. No one could resist it. Even though the sea of blood-clouds was boundless and had spread all over the fifth dimension, they had no choice but to disappear under this order.

The blood-clouds disappeared one by one and peace returned to the fifth dimension. The sun was no longer red as it shone down on them. The warm sunlight poured down, dispelling the previous shadows and chasing away all the nightmares of the beings who had survived the catastrophe.

"The master of the Blood Clan's dead! The fifth dimension's saved!"

"Hurray! The sun's back!"

"Ah… I've survived!"

All of them showed joy. Each of them trembled with excitement, screaming and venting. Some were crying bitterly, remembering the dead. The big willow branch retreated quietly, leaving only the 12 broken willow branches that returned to the angels.

The angels trembled and in a respectful tone, they hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir!"

As for the old man, he was staring at the place where the willow branch disappeared. "The legend's true, they're back!" he said in a trembling voice.

Lord Angel flew over and curiously asked, "May I ask who 'they' are?"

"They're the battle spirits of the seven dimensions. The oldest legend belonging to the seven dimensions." The old man's eyes were full of awe as he continued, "Legend has it that there's a Battle Spirit Guardian in every dimension to prevent beings from shuttling across the dimensions. They're the most powerful force that maintains the balance of the seven dimensions, and as long as they exist, the Origins in all of the seven dimensions would be protected. It's just that no one has ever seen them in countless years, let alone know when they disappeared. That's why it's been reduced to the lore of legend, being forgotten by most."

Lord Angel was slightly startled. "The seven Battle Spirit Guardians? I never knew that the dimensions possessed such a secret."

It seemed that the seven Battle Spirit Guardians had something to do with the expert and the expert was the balance of the seven realms! No wonder.

"Thank you all for your help. I hope you can restore the order of the seven dimensions." The old man regarded the angels as the subordinates of the Battle Spirit Guardian. Then, he said, "Farewell…"

He opened his arms and faced the opening of the fifth dimension as the light of the Origins shone toward him. "I'm willing to dedicate whatever's left of my body to the dimension," he said serenely.

Angel Lord was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Old man, why are you doing this?"

"I trusted the wrong people and raised my disciple wrongly. This has caused a catastrophe, causing the fifth dimension to nearly fall into annihilation. I'd like to dedicate everything I have to transform into the heavens and stars, condense into thousands of small worlds, nurture endless creatures, be eaten by beasts, trampled on by all souls, to fill the brokenness of this world… I'll do anything the Origins want me to do."

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