The sharp fangs bit into the air, producing a crisp sound.

Shemir once again transported away at the critical moment, appearing leisurely and effortlessly.

But when Shemir reappeared, fine beads of sweat were already visible on his forehead.

The control over the Sun Divine Realm had been seized mostly by Jeanne, at most by thirty percent, but even a meticulously operating machine, let alone thirty percent, even just ten percent inefficiency would cause a terrifying delay effect.

As a Knight of Radiance, Jeanne's power attribute was somewhat similar to the Sun Divine Realm, allowing her to barely seize some control, but she lacked such formidable divine artifacts like the cuneiform clay tablet, making it hard to utilize the Sun Divine Realm for her benefit.

However, she couldn't accomplish anything but could sabotage his plans.

Shemir hadn't intended to push himself to such extremes just then, but due to Jeanne's interference, he barely escaped from the dragon's mouth.

When Shemir reappeared, he activated the teleportation again without hesitation, yet the dragon, having just bitten into empty air, pursued him again—Shemir's every attack fell into oblivion, and the dragon's transformation into Nalosa was recklessly chasing him, making it difficult for him to use teleportation to distance himself and disguise his location.

Boom——

A giant arc of electricity struck the dragon, the most potent magic he could hastily muster, exploding a large area of its scale armor, leaving charred flesh at the wound and momentarily halting the dragon's advance.

But when he initiated teleportation again, his designated location suddenly suffered a fatal deviation, bringing him to the dragon's slanted rear.

At the same time, as if anticipated, the dragon with arcs still on its body suddenly turned its head and bit down.

Crack——

Shemir's fingers exploded with a series of magic rings, the magic shield expanded like an egg under the formidable bite force of the dragon's hard fangs, breaking apart layer by layer.

Gaining a bit of time, he transported away again.

Yet this prevented him from fully concentrating on controlling the cuneiform clay tablet, the less focused he was, the harder it became to counter Jeanne's interference. For the first time since ascending to legendary status, Shemir felt the threat of death.

Frustration, resentment, regret...

Various negative emotions clung to Shemir's Star Spirit Body like sludge; the "highly poisonous" brought by the King-slaying Blade still lingered within him even though he made the heroic decision to damage the Sun God Body.

"Hehehe..."

Shemir's demeanor turned extremely gloomy; this time, he chose not to flee.

"I didn't expect that the realm I considered my trump card would become my own gravesite."

As the dragon's huge head charged toward him, Shemir sneered with a trace of self-mockery: "Even legends fall; the Babylonians who created cuneiform clay tablets have long vanished without a trace."

"Come, join me in death."

The spinning speed of the cuneiform clay tablet suddenly accelerated; under its master's desperate activation, it unleashed its final potential.

The golden Sun Divine Realm began to collapse—the outer layers rapidly expanded while the energy within converged towards Losa at the center; even though unafraid of the threats of high temperatures, such pure energy explosions still possessed terrifying power.

Boom!

A mushroom cloud rose.

The terrifying shockwaves blasted a giant pit into the ground.

The immense fireball spread out but only lasted for a moment before shrinking rapidly, becoming smaller and smaller.

Two silhouettes flew out from the mushroom cloud.

A nearly translucent Jeanne, clutching Cherina, escaped awkwardly, only to collapse onto Vivian and Prajna, having no strength left to stand.

Subsequently, the energy body compressed to its limit extinguished with a bang.

The space tore open a pitch-black crevice, and no new silhouettes emerged.

Perished together?

When the dust settled, no new figures appeared.

Richard and Philip were somewhat dumbfounded; it turned out the biggest victors of this battle were them?

The scene fell silent, and few were willing to calmly accept this outcome.

Suddenly, someone fervently shouted, "Saint Losa subdued the Pagan Demon God and returned to the Celestial Kingdom!"

It was Reynard of Chatillon, speaking with intense fervor, seemingly a devout follower of Saint Losa, yet inwardly feeling triumphant, the pressure and gloom of recent times swept away.

Canonization, a dead person's honor, once presumptuous, now a rightful title?

His heart rejoiced; after Losa's death, without an heir, his forces would inevitably scatter, becoming a coveted legacy feast.

Then, he would recover his rightful Earl's Domain, and through his achievement in improving Philip's teleportation array, further establish himself as a regional power.

However, at this moment, a powerful heartbeat sounded.

Simultaneously, a faint purple flame emerged in mid-air; though it was daytime, the seemingly weak flame drew everyone's gaze immediately.

Thump thump thump——

Weak yet clear heartbeats seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

The purple flame burned out of nowhere, eerie and splendid.

It burned more and more vigorously.

The weak heartbeat sound gradually beat louder like war drums.

Furinjira appeared somewhat nervous, knowing Losa had a resurrection card hidden, but no one knew his form upon returning.

Boom——

The purple flame roared up, transforming into a phoenix spreading its wings, lifting its head to let out a loud call.

The next moment, within the flame, a pair of golden eyes appeared, followed by a slightly pale body.

When Losa landed on the ground, the scene plunged into silence.

"Resurrected..."

"The Lord incarnate, live on the third day after suffering..."

A devout priest knelt, uttering a subdued chant: "Duke Losa is the new Holy Son, the second person of our Lord, the reincarnation of Jesus Christ."

Philip swallowed, seasoned and cunning, now somewhat panicked.

He believes in God but doesn't wish for a living God to stand above him; a Pope at Pope City is trouble enough.

"What are you afraid of, even if he is real, those who should be worried are our His Holiness the Pope and the emperors of the two Empires."

Richard sneered, thinking if Losa truly claims the title of Holy Son, those first affronted would be His Holiness the Pope at Pope City and the Emperor at Constantinople, both leaders of the Eastern and Western Churches, likely unable to tolerate such a heretic.

Contrarily, the Germanic Emperor, inheriting the Western Empire's legal tradition, would merely have to make one extra trip to the Holy Land during future coronations.

Richard looked at Philip, teasing: "But you, if the Pope calls for a holy war against heretic believers occupying the Holy Land, do you, the Catholic World's most exalted Augustus, have the courage to stand up?"

Philip sneered coldly: "I'm not the Pope's slave."

What a joke, a new holy war after one has just ended; if His Holiness the Pope is wise, he should reluctantly accept this established fact and entrust the "heretic" crusade to "posterity's wisdom."

Truly, if one rashly starts another holy war.

He'll find that Europe's most devout holy warriors either ignore him completely or stand against him.

Philip mockingly said, "Then our His Holiness the Pope's Triple Crown may very well tumble into the dust."