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    ---- Chapter 3072 Golden waves poured forth from Arya''s holy sword. Even from a great distance, anyone could see what looked like a river of golden fire zing across the Wastnds sky. "The Archangel has arrived!" On the Cathedral army''s side, Lysander, who was in the middle of his own battle, suddenly whipped his head around in delighted surprise. However, when he saw the equally massive attacking from her opponent, his expression darkened again. Andrew, though monstrous in talent, could never be a match for Arya.


    What he did not know was that fate was a peculiar thing; so bizarre that it far exceeded what any individual''s abilities could ovee. Arya was indeed stronger than Andrew right now,pletely overwhelming him in every way, but what would happen in the future was something no one could predict, and it would shock everyone to their core. "Full assault. Force Kan into a decisive battle. From this moment on, the Cathedral will not retreat a single inch and will sweep through the Wastnds with overwhelming force!" Kassmanding voice rang out across the battlefield.


    ---- Tens of thousands of white-armored Vindicators erupted in thunderous roars, their fighting spirit surging tenfold, a hundredfold. All of it was because of Arya''s arrival. In the airspace before Abyss City, two streaks of light chased and shed at blinding speed. This exhrating yet oppressive battle made every cell in Andrew''s body tingle with excitement and energy. With a low roar, the Godyer in his hand came crashing down from above, ck and white de energy intertwining and screaming as they tore toward the golden figure.


    Arya''s face remained expressionless, as if she would forever stand sacred and invible, undefeated, with that detached look of someone to whom nothing in this world mattered. "Holy Light Art: Purification!" Her voice was crisp and clear, yet t and mechanical. The three-foot white holy sword began to radiate brilliant light from its tip. In midair, the body beneath Arya''s golden battle armor twisted as she swung her sword with graceful precision. The motion was fluid and beautiful. Twopletely different energies collided, and the entire sky darkened for a moment.


    Then came a crackling sound like high- voltage electricity as the forces tore at each other, consuming ---- and devouring one another. The ck and white de energy gradually lost ground and began to recede toward Andrew. Bloodlust ignited in his pupils, and he shed out another strike, forcing back the white purifying holy light. "It''s futile. You''ve lost," Arya dered coldly, like a judge passing sentence. The light from her holy sword surged like a river flowing backward,pletely suppressing the ck and white de energy.


    Andrew grunted and reversed his grip on his greatsword, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air as he retreated. Behind him, the purifying light from the holy sword pursued relentlessly. Arya moved like a fluttering butterfly, theyered tes of her golden armor spreading as she shot forward as well. Her glowing right hand mmed down in a sudden strike. Itnded squarely on Andrew with a loud thud. Andrew felt his heart seize as if it were about to explode.


    His face twisted in pain, yet his eyes turned even colder as he turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood straight at Arya''s face. Arya did not react at all, not even flinching. The blood evaporated instantly in front of her face, erased by the holy light. ---- Andrew''s body fell like a meteor, mming into the ground from the sky. A massive crater formed as dust and debris billowed upward. On the city wall, Nyx clenched the dagger in her hand. If Arya struck again, she would no longer hold back. Arya seemed to sense Nyx''s focus and the dense killing intent directed at her.


    Bathed in white holy light, she spoke calmly. "Nyx, there is only one kind of love in this world. That is the Lord''s great love for us believers. The love this devil gives you is nothing but a trap, bait to drag you into the abyss. Even if you intervene, I will still purify him. I know you''ll hate me for it, but I''ll do it anyway." With those words, Arya raised her hand, and a golden lightning bolt shot from her holy sword, striking down at the ground below. But in the next moment, her brow furrowed sharply.


    For the first time since the battle began, her expression actually changed slightly From within the dust cloud below, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly zed to life.