LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 442: One hundred times！?
Morganna finally realized what was happening.
The two beings who had suddenly appeared in the Netherworld were none other than two Holy Emperors!
Especially that cold and aloof woman—her power was terrifyingly close to the level of a Supreme Emperor!
The Eight Ebon Goddesses of the Ninefold Underworld were all Holy Emperor-level beings, but Morganna had never faced an opponent like this before.
The Soul-Reaping Bell, forged by the Underworld itself, had no effect on these beings.
As the overwhelming force descended from the sky, Morganna's eyes filled with despair.
"No, I don't want to end up like those lowly spirits, scattered to the winds! Someone, get in front of me!"
Panic had completely overtaken Morganna. She swung her long blade desperately, trying to release all the souls it had devoured in the past to shield her from the incoming attack.
But no matter how many wailing spirits surged toward the sky, they were utterly useless.
The golden hand of the holy statue swept through the air, and every spirit was instantly reduced to ash.
The crushing pressure bore down from all directions, and Morganna's body trembled uncontrollably. Just standing upright had become nearly impossible. Her eyes were wide with rage, but she could no longer resist the terrifying power.
Crack.
Under the unbearable weight, Morganna's body was forced down. Her knees hit the ground, and the earth beneath them cracked.
The once-proud woman, who had never intended to submit, now felt a wave of panic for the first time.
Her eyes, now filled with a mix of fear and flattery, darted toward Sylvia. Desperately, she tried to plead for her life:
"Spare me! I'm one of the Ebon Goddesses of the Ninefold Underworld! I was only following orders to destroy the Underworld Dynasty and take down the Netherworld Citadel. If you kill me, the consequences won't be as simple as they seem. But if you let me go, I can promise to call off the attack on the Netherworld Citadel, and I could even offer you—"
Thud.
Before she could finish, a sharp sword sliced through the air and pierced her chest.
Even her golden armor was no match for the cold, indifferent strike.
A wooden sword, glowing with a faint red light, had run Morganna through.
Sylvia's gaze remained cold and distant. With a slight flick of her fingers, dozens of wooden swords rained down from the sky.
They carried a bone-chilling cold, freezing the very space they passed through, leaving shards of ice in their wake.
"No!"
Morganna's hollow eyes were filled with despair, her voice trembling and barely coherent.
"Who… who are you?"
She never got an answer. Her armored body was pierced from all sides by the wooden swords, her eyes wide with terror as she collapsed to the ground.
"Sylvia…"
Erelyn, weak and barely able to stand, looked up at the sky. A faint, peaceful smile appeared on her lips.
She had never expected that the ones to save the Underworld Dynasty would be these two.
"Who is she?
She's Sylvia, the strongest Goddess on the continent of Elant."
As if answering Morganna's final question, Erelyn whispered softly.
The Soul-Reaping Bell was completely frozen over by the frost, and Sylvia finally withdrew the power radiating from her crown.
The barrier that had been covering the Underworld Dynasty slowly dissipated, allowing the remaining ghost soldiers and spirits to survive.
However, the immense effort had left Erelyn utterly drained, and she could no longer stand.
She stumbled, about to collapse to the ground.
At that moment, a gentle fragrance swept past her.
A soft, delicate arm reached out and caught her, supporting her body.
Not only that, but from that warm hand, a steady stream of spiritual energy began to flow into Erelyn's spirit, gradually restoring her weakened body. Even the parts of her that had been damaged started to heal.
As the rich, pure energy filled her, Erelyn finally opened her eyes with a faint smile, gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful face before her.
"Sylvia…"
At that moment, Timothy also approached Sylvia's side.
Sylvia's eyes were filled with worry and concern as she looked at the weakened Erelyn in her arms, while Timothy stood nearby, smiling at the two of them.
He reached out and gently patted the goddess's soft head, offering comfort.
Erelyn turned to look behind her and saw nothing but ruins and rubble.
The ghost soldiers who had willingly sacrificed themselves, their souls scattered by the Soul-Reaping Bell, were long gone.
But… the Netherworld Citadel had been saved.
"Thank you…"
Erelyn whispered, her voice soft with gratitude.
She remembered how, when Sylvia was little, she would always hide in Erelyn's arms and cry quietly whenever she felt wronged.
Erelyn never imagined that now, it would be her turn to shed tears, nestled in Sylvia's embrace—Sylvia, who was now a full head taller than her.
The scene felt like the gentle warmth of spring sunlight, a moment of quiet tenderness.
"How strange, this formation…"
Meanwhile, Timothy had turned his attention to the formation left behind by Morganna. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire
The three formations, which had amplified the power of the Soul-Reaping Bell several times over, struck him as odd.
Sylvia's earlier sword strike had not only neutralized the Soul-Reaping Bell's power, killing Morganna, one of the Eight Ebon Goddesses, but had also frozen the bell itself.
Yet, for some reason, the three formations continued to function, unaffected by the powerful sword energy. They showed no signs of damage.
The strength of these formations was clearly unusual.
"System, analyze these three formations for me," Timothy said, frowning slightly as he placed his hand on one of the formations.
A soft chime echoed in his mind.
[Ding, analysis in progress…]
[Analysis complete.]
[These three formations are amplification arrays, designed specifically to enhance the power of the Soul-Reaping Bell. The amplification effect is extremely potent, capable of increasing the bell's power by up to one hundred times.]
"One hundred times?"
Even Timothy's expression shifted slightly at that.
Unlike him, who had the advantage of a system, in the real world, the concept of "amplification" was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.
Even amplifying something by a few times, or ten times, was incredibly difficult. And even if the amplification only applied to the Soul-Reaping Bell's power, the fact that it could be increased by one hundred times was astonishing.
The strength of such a formation couldn't have been created on a whim.
Which meant…
"System, analyze when this formation was completed."
[Ding, this amplification formation was completed yesterday. The setup process began two months ago.]
"Two months ago?"
Two months ago, the Netherworld had been completely peaceful.
There was no way Morganna, one of the Eight Ebon Goddesses, would have gone to such great lengths to set up three formations capable of destroying the entire Netherworld Citadel without a reason.
Which meant…
She had likely known, as far back as two months ago, that something was going to happen to the Netherworld Citadel.
The chaos that had erupted in the Netherworld wasn't a coincidence at all. In fact, it might have been closely tied to Morganna, the other Ebon Goddesses, and perhaps even… the Ninefold Underworld itself!