I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

At the heights of Lonely Mountain City,

although Archbishop Lian Del did not stand like a mountain, his hands slowly raised, gathering a holy golden light in his palms.

A dazzling golden light column burst forth from the fist he clenched, shooting straight into the sky, so bright that even the deepest of nights could not conceal its brilliance.

This beam of light was like a golden giant dragon, piercing through the thick clouds, instantly illuminating the bleak sky.

In an instant, the entire sky was covered by this golden brilliance.

The clouds were no longer an obstruction but rather the backdrop to this golden light.

The golden radiance spread to every corner of Lonely Mountain City, as if a miracle had descended upon it.

Moments later, the golden sea of clouds gradually faded away, like morning mist dispersing under the sun.

Brilliant sunlight pierced through the clouds, pouring down unreservedly, warm and radiant.

Once again, Lonely Mountain City basked in the brilliant sunlight, the previously cold and icy aura having completely vanished.

The Shadows, originally moving stealthily at great speed, also wilted considerably under this sunlight.

Even ordinary Professionals could easily spot them and inflict damage.

This mixture of golden sunlight seemed to possess some kind of holy power.

It had a rather strong restraining effect on the Shadows.

Lian Del slowly lowered his hands, his expression calm and serene.

But Dwarf King Preston noticed that a small part of this Archbishop's eyes had been tinged with gold.

Preston nodded toward the Archbishop, grateful for his full-powered intervention.

He turned his head, looking over the Lonely Mountain City below, and said undeniably:

"Wipe out all those disgusting things for me!"

"And those damned Evil God believers, I don't want to see them in Lonely Mountain City again."

"Tell those long-eared ones, I don't care if that Day Elf was one of theirs before, but if they can find the lair of these things, I'll let bygones be bygones!"

"Yes, your majesty."

The nearby dwarf, upon hearing Preston's order, quickly relayed the Dwarf King's demands.

Preston looked at Lonely Mountain City below, still in chaos, and tightly gripped the stone railing beside him.

Within seconds, the railing turned to stone dust in his hands.

...

In Lonely Mountain City,

while the numerous Shadow Monsters caused considerable destruction initially, preparations by the Dwarf Royal Court and the temple quickly brought the situation under control.

Besides the Professionals from the Royal Court and temple, many dwarves donned their weapons and armor, rushing towards those Shadow Monsters.

As long as dwarves were of age, their racial physique granted them the Strength of at least Bronze Level Professionals.

Moreover, dwarves were never afraid of battle.

On the contrary, they were extremely angry with these Shadow Monsters invading their home.

They actively took up weapons and charged at them.

Especially after the clouds in the sky were dispelled by the Dwarf Archbishop, that special sunlight seemed to have a strong restraining effect on the Shadow Monsters.

Under this near-golden sunlight, the speed and Strength of the Shadow Monsters were greatly reduced.

This made it easier for the dwarves to deal with them.

However, even so, the dwarves could not afford to be careless.

These Shadow Monsters were extremely adept at hiding, often lurking in places where the sun couldn't reach, such as under eaves and corners.

Unless they were Hunters or Divine Officers, it was tough for dwarves to find these hidden Shadow Monsters.

These Shadow Monsters would also launch sudden ambushes from the shadows, catching one off guard.

Many dwarves were injured because of this.

But there was also good news.

These Shadow Monsters seemed to lack intelligence, acting purely on instinct.

Moreover, flesh and blood appeared to possess a indescribable allure for these Shadow Monsters.

Even when hiding, these Shadow Monsters couldn't endure for long.

They seemed to lack the slightest patience, ignorant of any danger.

This made the process of eliminating these Shadows relatively smooth for the dwarves.

At that moment, from some unknown place, a gray mist began to spread suddenly.

This gray mist carried an air of mystery and ominousness as it seeped slowly from the cracks in the ground.

It was as if a dark aura escaping from a world buried underground for a millennium.

Golden sunlight descending from the sky continued penetrating this thick curtain, yet could only outline faint halos at the edge of the gray mist for the time being.

In this borderline between light and dark, a silent confrontation unfolded between the gray mist and sunlight.

Every time the light penetrated deeper, it seemed to make the mist's color more profound and elusive.

And amidst this interplay of light and shadow, the Shadow Monsters seemed to feel a certain summons, their previously scattered forms becoming solid under the nourishment of the gray mist.

The contours woven from darkness and despair began to wriggle slowly, emitting a heart-clutching aura.

The gray mist was not only their cover but also the source of their Strength.

These hidden horrors in the shadows rejuvenated with a trace of vitality and ferocity in this brief period.

And moments later, the gray mist enveloping Lonely Mountain City seemed to grow heavier.

The Shadows originally scattered in various places suddenly appeared to receive some invisible command, rapidly moving towards the city's center.

These gathering Shadows eventually convened at Victory Square in the city's center.

Countless shadows began to distort and merge here, swelling like stacking blocks.