Chapter 390: You Have Arrived

All around him within half a meter, the booming sounds of collisions constantly rose and fell, creating shockwaves that kept the surrounding insects at bay.

Despite this, York didn't retaliate immediately but instead just looked ahead.

His gaze penetrated through layers of space, directly seeing its true nature.

It was a dark space where the power of darkness had turned into a pitch-black sea.

A girl dressed in a black dress, looking identical to little Sharon and Alesia, lay floating on the surface of this sea, drifting with the waves.

This was starkly different from the Alesia who had been lying in a white bed before.

York slightly furrowed his brow, extended his right hand, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

"This strike must have the force of thousands of tons."

Easily pinching the blade of the long sword that was slashing down, York looked towards Pyramid Head, whose massive, rock-like muscled body filled his entire field of view, the impact was overwhelming.

Pyramid Head, in the Silent Hill movies, appeared to move slowly due to the heavy long sword, but in reality, this creature seemed to possess an ability akin to teleportation, instantly moving to wherever it desired.

This alone was enough to compensate for its apparent slow movement.

But here, that drawback had disappeared, instead possessing a speed that didn't quite match its body, much like the previous female monster.

But with stronger force and possessing the rather glitchy ability to teleport.

Fortunately, in the current three-dimensional scene, Pyramid Head's teleportation didn't really have any effect.

"You might have stronger regenerative abilities than the female monster." York stared at Pyramid Head, spoke calmly, and then with a combination of telekinesis and his own strength, he simply crushed Pyramid Head's long sword in the moment it tried to pull back and teleport, and lightly uttered,

"Earth spike magic."

Then, a giant earth spike imbued with holy power burst from the ground, fiercely striking Pyramid Head's chest and lifting him into the air.

The holy energy mixed within the spike broke through Pyramid Head's outermost layer of dark defenses, allowing the spike to penetrate his body.

However, clearly, Pyramid Head's physical body was still very formidable; the impact and piercing effect of the earth spike merely penetrated his skin and could not completely perforate him.

But achieving this was already enough,

York watched the holy energy preventing Pyramid Head from regenerating and waved his hand again.

Pyramid Head instinctively tried to smash the earth spike piercing through the skin of his chest with a punch, but at that moment, the massive spike automatically disintegrated.

Before he could react, the yellow earth elements that made up the spike combined directly with the fiery red fire elements to form visible magma, the emitted heat filling the space with a burning sensation.

However, York wasn't just combining two elements; he added blue wind elements.

With control over magical elements, all magic had become an extension of science and imagination.

Science refers to the combination of magical elements, determining what form the magic will take.

Imagination refers to the extension of thought, what the constructed magic will look like, its characteristics, its lethality, how it should be used, how it should be fought with.

The fiery magma, now wrapped and stirred by a storm, formed a scorching maelstrom under this influence, becoming even more violent and destructive.

Most importantly, it possessed the eroding characteristics of both storm and magma, entrapping its prey.

With a tremendous roar and explosion, a magma storm large enough to cover the entire sky enveloped the recently punch-throwing Pyramid Head, forming a massive spherical cage.

Inside, the magma and storm forces vigorously scoured and eroded the center where Pyramid Head was.

The spectacle was so grand that it formed a stunning scene.

"Roar!"

Pyramid Head tried to escape, but found the surrounding forces so strong that he couldn't move.

He noticed the entire sky had turned into a canopy of red and orange.

Under this terrifying force, the skin layer on his body had already been scraped away by the magma storm, exposing the flesh beneath.

"Roar!"

Amidst his roars, Pyramid Head could only start swinging at the air, trying to break the cage trapping him.

Punch after punch, his shockwaves shattered the continuously rotating magma fire streams in front of him.

But as he kept punching, Pyramid Head realized that each punch only sent the magma fire streams flying in front of him, while around and on his arms, the rotating magma fire streams kept scraping him relentlessly.

By now, his flesh layer had been eroded into nearly invisible particles.

"Roar! Roar!!!!!!"

No matter how much Pyramid Head roared, his eyes, arms, legs, chest, every part of him was being eroded, continuously scraped away by the magma storm.

In York's eyes, Pyramid Head trapped within the giant spherical cage was being relentlessly eroded by the rotating magma fire streams into fragments, and eventually those fragments turned to ash, then to fine particles invisible to the naked eye.

Even so, Pyramid Head was still alive, now reduced to countless tiny particles, swirling within the magma storm inside the spherical cage.

He was no longer a threat.

"Indeed, relying solely on close combat does have its disadvantages; extraordinary methods are necessary," York shook his head.

Of course, with a diverse array of techniques at his disposal, York was not omnipotent, but his methods were quite extensive.

The combination of magical elements allowed him to control various types of magic, limited only by his own imagination and knowledge.

His telekinesis was like a universal tool, enriching his arsenal, enabling control, and blocking attacks. More perversely, with the evolution of his telekinetic abilities, he had begun to integrate his telekinesis with his physical strength and body.

The stronger his telekinesis, the stronger his physical strength; the more solid his telekinesis, the more robust his bodily defenses.

Holy power, or sacred energy, allowed him to have a dimensional advantage over dark entities, among other abilities.

The three-dimensional map that covered a few hundred meters radius went without saying, allowing him to see beyond what the naked eye could, enabling more precise micro-manipulations, such as blocking Pyramid Head's teleportation slashes and trapping Pyramid Head, all coordinated with the three-dimensional map.

Other abilities, like magic circles and spiritual powers, need not even be mentioned.

"Now that I think about it, continuing to develop these abilities, I really do feel a bit omnipotent," York retracted his gaze from the still-spinning magma storm sphere, and started walking forward.

The sphere automatically disintegrated, with the unspent magical elements returning to their places.

As the sphere disappeared, countless tiny particles spread across the air, quickly merging into a visible point.

But the next second, a burst of radiant holy light erupted in the air, sweeping across the arena like an autumn wind.

The freshly merged particles instantly disintegrated, disappearing without a trace.

"The consumption is still a bit much though."

After unleashing a burst of holy power that obliterated Pyramid Head, York instinctively glanced at the virtual data window in front of him.

From the numerical values that had just recovered after the fight with the female monster, the numbers had dropped by half again in the continuous battle through the levels.

"But it's okay, I can already see her, that should be enough."

York looked ahead, narrowing his eyes slightly.

In essence, those monsters were all composed of dark energy and mental force.

By battling through the levels, he was essentially consuming Dark Alesia's power.

So, this was all reciprocal.

Through the combination of spiritual and telepathic powers, seeing that dark sea of darkness, York decided to still call upon the powers of the rotten world.

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The Rotten World.

When Main York arrived, the world regained long-lost peace, and under the nourishment and recovery, the population and quality of life also surged.

Officially, the government maintained law and order and stable social operation, but everyone knew the true situation.

In the Rotten World, the Church had now become a global organization, the largest force without equal.

Each city, each county, each town had deployed a large number of churches where followers came to attend daily masses and other ceremonies, or simply to visit.

Among the most famous churches were the Sanctuary Pluto Church and the Belst Cathedral in Holy City; these two churches contained the miracles of Main York.

Moreover, the Belst Cathedral was also the headquarters where the Pope of the Church resided.

Under such circumstances, other than being open to the public on April 13th, Light Festival Day, for visits and tours, it was basically in a state of closure on other days.

The security level, including numerous temple knights and clergy, was guarded by an elite army, strictly forbidding entry to non-essential personnel.

Marcos, the first Pope personally named by Main York, was currently wearing a simple robe, kneeling in the hall beneath the altar, seriously praying in front of a statue.

He was recounting his duties, reporting to the lord in his heart.

Just then, he felt something, stopped his buzzing lips, and suddenly looked up at the statue.

With his current power, he could sense the surge of power from the statue.

Then, he widened his eyes, seeing a person emerge from the statue, radiating light, and exclaimed excitedly,

"Lord York!!!"

The divine incarnation glanced at Marcos, who was kneeling on the ground, visibly excited, and rarely said,

"Marcos, long time no see."

After saying this, he disappeared on the spot amidst Marcos' excited and fearful gaze.

"This is..."

Having become the Pope, Marcos, with certain authority, naturally felt the loss of holy power within the Belst Cathedral.

He thought of something, suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with worry.

Although some residual holy power indicated that Main York hadn't necessarily abandoned this world,

 it clearly showed that Lord York had encountered some trouble.

Thinking this, Marcos bit his lip and hurried outside, feeling that it wasn't just the Belst Cathedral, but likely other churches as well might be experiencing a loss of stored holy power.

"What happened, sir? Can we assist you?" Marcos grasped the cross in his right hand, worriedly thinking.

—

Silent Hill.

"That should be enough," York said as he extracted a quarter of the power from the Rotten World.

Feeling the robust holy power and seeing the rapidly soaring numbers on the data panel, he muttered to himself,

"Any more would be a waste."

After speaking, York seemed to hear Marcos's thoughts, chuckled lightly, and looked at the true face displayed before him, looking at Dark Alesia sleeping on the dark ocean, extending his hand.

After passing who knows how many levels, he finally reached the depths of Dark Alesia's spirit, confirmed the location, and now no longer needed to conserve energy or waste time.

A boom sounded.

The reddish-brown space lit up.

In an instant, a pure white light appeared behind York.

This white hue, replacing everything behind him, was the source of his doubled and amplified enchanted holy power.

Boom!

The reddish-brown space in front was directly invaded by the white torrent, filled.

It looked like white and reddish-brown waves clashing against each other, forming a kind of confrontation, as if two worlds were striking each other.

York, with a calm face, carrying the all-white source of holy power behind him, silently took the next step.

With a snap, the reddish-brown space invaded by the white torrent burst in an instant.

As the fragments all split apart, the environment before his eyes changed completely.

The reddish-brown vanished, turning into darkness.

"Indeed."

Standing on the black ocean surface, York held the sleeping little Sharon, glanced around, and saw walls composed of fragmented black pieces.

Inside, there were various cruel experiments, cruel words, cruel slaughters; it could be said that all negativity could be found here.

These fragments had invisible threads, their sources tethered to the sleeping Dark Alesia.

"I've encountered the source of the monster transformations."

Within these fragments, York found information about the monsters.

Gray children were due to ethnic cleansing. The female monster was due to human experiments, and so on; a series of monster information was all displayed within the fragments.

With a purse of his lips, York looked towards the Dark Alesia in front of him, watching her eyelids buzz as if waking up, feeling a bit of pity in his heart.

He roughly understood it all.

Perhaps it was because of the faith accumulated over long years, generating a deity from within, those dark thoughts and wishes, the dark past years, subtly polluted her mind.

In other words, this Dark Alesia was just a vessel controlled by those who offered sacrifices with a purpose.

These fragmented faith pieces were essentially using Dark Alesia's power to achieve their own ends.

Forming a cage-like world of fragments, drawing power from Dark Alesia to materialize related monsters.

Just like now, the sea surface began to produce the monsters he had previously destroyed: gray children, upside-down people, female monsters, Pyramid Head, and so on.

This was not a concept of one or two but centered around Dark Alesia as a perpetual motion machine, endlessly manufacturing them.

Added to that were those strong wishes, causing her to initiate a devouring and assault on her own original will, Alesia.

"To destroy, one must destroy the core existence, much like some machinery."

York remembered the scene he had seen before, remembering the black-dressed Alesia who embraced him and smiled.

Now it seemed like the Dark Alesia in front of him, not the original Alesia.

"Is it you?" York said calmly, walking forward.

Boom!

A force capable of shaking heaven and earth erupted from him.

The torrent transformed by holy power swept towards the monsters coming from all directions, easily shredding them and continuing to extend and collide with the incoming black waves.

Boom!

Pillars of divine energy rose from the sea surface, fiercely striking the fragmented canopy above.

As apocalyptic as the end of the world.

Despite the rapid depletion of data values, York took one step after another until he stood in front of this black-dressed Alesia.

The sea surface rippled.

At this moment, the black-dressed Alesia beneath his feet had opened her bewildered eyes, and upon seeing him, suddenly burst into a radiant, flowery smile.

"You have arrived,"

She said so.

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