CHAPTER 509: CHAPTER 430: FAKE OBJECTS AND CONCEPTUAL

The four-armed warrior knelt on the ground, the large hole in his abdomen refusing to heal for a long time.

As Lette had guessed, he was not truly a conceptual level strongman.

He was originally a rule level with no hope of advancement, and it was to be able to ascend to conceptual level that he sought the Gate of Truth.

After receiving the blessing of the "Truth of Power," he managed to advance without danger, becoming a trusted agent of the Gate of Truth.

At first, Baal still felt a sense of shame, knowing his advancement was not achieved through his own efforts but with the Gate of Truth’s support, reaching this point with a method akin to cheating.

But as the years passed, he secured victory after victory in battles with his great strength.

Gradually, he forgot his past and truly believed himself to be a real power conceptual master.

Until today, when Lette easily revealed his true form.

At this moment, Baal was deeply engulfed in self-doubt. Most members of the Gate of Truth knew Lette’s concept was emergence,

a concept with high potential but a low starting point.

Yet, he always believed that his pure power could cure all flamboyance.

As long as he took action, everything would improve.

But now, lying there on the ground, Baal was deeply entrenched in self-doubt.

"Impossible! Impossible! On what basis is your concept of power above mine?"

Upon hearing the other’s roar, Lette replied righteously while holding the Holy Sword: "Because! Unity is strength!

And unity! Is a subordinate concept to emergence!

With unity, I naturally possess strength even more solid than yours.

This strength is harder than iron, stronger than steel!

With your shallow understanding of the concept of power, how could you possibly be my match!"

Four Armed Baal was dumbstruck, what was this, could this really be allowed?

This pieced-together power concept surely couldn’t challenge the mainstream and pure power concepts, at most it was just a small branch.

But the problem was that his power concept was fake, not genuine.

Lette’s power concept, though patched together, was genuinely real.

No matter how strong a fake is, it’s still a counterfeit; a genuine product, no matter how unconventional, is still genuine!

And what troubled Baal the most was that the man before him was reinforcing his power in some bizarre way.

The Holy Battle Energy of the Holy Knight, a physical enhancement technique utilized by mere mortals in the lower realms, with its highest extent barely reaching half god level.

Unexpectedly, in Lette’s hands, it turned the mundane into the magical, greatly enhancing his physical attributes.

"It’s that shield, you must find a way to break that shield."

A crystal ball hovered behind Baal, its voice ethereal, as if it didn’t exist in this world.

"Related to the shield? It’s just a Holy Rank Blessing Artifact, not even considered a Divine Artifact!"

"Idiot! Haven’t you realized? That shield isn’t serving the purpose of a shield at all."

The crystal ball clearly saw through Lette’s little trick: "If I’m not mistaken, that door-sized black shield should be a Divine Blessing, containing the protective will of a god.

And Lette sacrificed his combat energy to the shield, which in turn fed back to him.

He’s established some kind of internal cycle with the shield, drawing on the bond between believer and god, and the god’s will to protect the believer, continuously increasing the strength of the augmentation!

Each turn of this power cycle enhances his protective augmentation.

If this drags on, the two of us together won’t be able to break his defense!"

"How is that possible? To achieve what you said would require an enormous amount of Power of Faith! According to the intelligence, he’s not a god, so how does he have so much Power of Faith?"

Four Armed Baal found it incomprehensible and helpless, no one would tell him that, although Lette himself wasn’t a god, he had many subordinates.

Whether it’s the Sea God, or the three gods dismantled by the Corrupt Lady, or presently Tai Sui of the Mushroom Beast clan, all had massive beliefs.

Using faith as a vehicle, the shield as a compressor, endlessly enhancing the protective augmentation.

Lette didn’t need to move and already stood invincible.

Seeing the two on the opposing side being so sneaky and not attacking, Lette grew impatient.

"What’s wrong, are all members of the Gate of Truth this useless?

Since you’re not coming over, I’ll come to you."

Lette vanished in a flash, and when he reappeared, the Sin Light Greatsword was already slicing down from above.

Four Armed Barton quickly made a fist to counter but was directly slammed into the ground.

The surging sword wind swept the surroundings, making the earth tremble instantly.

"Pfft!"

Barton spewed blood, his self-esteem severely bruised from the power struggle.

The crystal ball beside him spun madly, countless Dimensional Blades slashing forth, seeming to grind the space along with Lette into shreds.

"I see, your concept is related to space."

Though Lette hadn’t confirmed the other’s specific concept, he could hazard a good guess from their attack methods.

"Space system concepts are all powerful, but also difficult to master. The hardest part is, they’re too slow."

By the time the spatial rift expanded to where Lette was, he had already vanished, transformed into a streak of light.

Then a massive shield came crashing down, landing squarely on the crystal ball.

In a strange turn of events, the shield passed straight through the crystal ball, without touching any corporeal object.

Lette paused in confusion, then broke into a grin.

"I see, using distorted space to enshroud yourself, achieving absolute defense that way.

You really are afraid of dying!"

"Baal! Stop holding back!"

"Roar!!!"

Upon hearing the crystal ball’s plea for help, Four Armed Baal roared furiously, his entire body visibly turning red.

His aura also surged upwards, soon more than doubling from before.

The crystal ball took the chance to retreat to a safe area, then began to wildly gather energy, causing the spatial fissures nearby to grow larger, countless spatial turbulence blowing forth from the cracks, as if intending to shred everything around.

"Releasing power you can’t control, is this really okay? The Gate of Truth truly has declined, sending you pseudo-conceptuals to die.

Indeed, in their view, you’re likely just ordinary expendables.

If in the process of wearing yourselves out, you could inflict a little damage on me, it’d be a sure profit, right?

Your wishful thinking is quite clever.

Unfortunately, this time, your wishes are destined to fall short.

I will use your deaths to demonstrate just how laughable the truth of the Gate of Truth is!"

In an instant, the Sin Light burst with endless radiance!