Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1193: Unleashing the Savior

Chapter 1193: Unleashing the Savior

His internal organs ruptured, and even his incredibly tough ribs seemed to snap.

Blood, mixed with bits of flesh, spewed from his mouth.

The dark figure showed no hesitation and continued his charge, his fist gathering an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy.

Am I really going to die?

Rafael was unwilling to accept it.

He would rather die at the hands of the aliens than be killed by one of Han Li’s subordinates.

He admitted he was not a good person, but he was still human.

To betray one’s own kind—could such a person still be called human?

Just as the fatal blow was about to land, a blade suddenly appeared in front of him, intercepting the dark figure’s fist.

The sheer force of the punch was completely nullified—it didn’t even touch Rafael.

"A puppet?" Amalia narrowed her eyes at the figure in the black robe.

Through his mask, she saw a pale, lifeless face with vacant eyes.

His skin was unnaturally white, and there was no trace of a soul in his body.

Yet, spiritual energy still flowed within him, proving that he had once been a cultivator.

She knew that some demonic cultivators turned the bodies of powerful cultivators into puppets, but she had never encountered such a thing in Mystic Void Continent.

To see one here was surprising.

With a slight increase in force, Amalia sent the puppet rolling across the battlefield, carving a long, shallow trench into the ground.

"Who are you?" Han Li’s expression changed drastically as he watched Amalia with heightened vigilance.

He hadn’t even seen how she had killed his other subordinates.

All he knew was that she had not only blocked the puppet but also sent it flying effortlessly.

"The one who’s going to end you," Amalia said as she swung her blade.

A flash of light streaked past.

Han Li remained frozen, his hateful gaze locked onto Amalia.

The next moment, his head separated from his body, rolling a short distance before coming to a stop.

A retreating soldier accidentally stepped on it, slipped slightly, and was immediately pounced on by an alien warrior.

The soldier thought he was done for.

He pulled out an explosive device, ready to self-detonate and take the alien down with him.

But just as the alien reached him, it was suddenly sliced in half.

The soldier, stunned, looked up and saw Amalia sheathing her blade.

"If you’re not dead, stand up and keep fighting. Stop thinking about self-destruction," Amalia said as she walked past him.

Wherever she went, alien warriors collapsed one by one.

Their wounds were barely visible, yet blood pooled beneath their heads.

The soldier stared at her departing figure.

In that moment, her silhouette was burned into his memory forever.

He quickly got up and returned to battle.

Amalia glanced over the chaotic battlefield.

Humans and aliens were locked in combat, entangled everywhere.

Taking them down one by one would be tedious.

She soared into the sky, overlooking the battlefield.

Moments later, the sound of artillery fire roared behind her.

Amalia turned slightly to glance back—dozens of energy blasts were heading straight for her.

The blade in her hand let out a low hum of excitement, as if it had developed sentience and was more eager than she was.

Amalia swung her sword, and countless streaks of blade light materialized around her, intercepting the incoming blasts.

In an instant, the battlefield lit up like a sky filled with fireworks, as flames and debris rained down.

...

The humans and aliens on the battlefield all looked up, witnessing the most dazzling scene of their lives.

Amidst the explosion of multicolored lights, a dark figure hovered motionless in the air.

Behind her, fireworks of destruction erupted in chaotic brilliance, making her silhouette appear like a deity descending upon the world.

"A god... Is this truly the descent of a divine being?" A soldier who believed in God clutched an old crucifix from his chest.

"Not a god—a savior. Heaven itself has sent us a miracle," another soldier, who did not believe in God, immediately countered.

The religious soldier decided not to argue.

He would continue believing in God, regardless.

Meanwhile, an atheist, gazing in awe, declared with conviction, "From this moment on, I have found my faith. That person is my faith."

The moment he spoke, a powerful light surged from his body, shooting toward Amalia and merging into her.

One after another, similar streams of energy burst forth from across the battlefield, converging upon her.

Amalia narrowed her eyes slightly as she absorbed the flood of faith power.

A savior truly did generate faith more easily.

With the battlefield holding at least several million people, the energy she received was already multiple times greater than what she had gathered before—and this was just the beginning.

To thank them for their faith, Amalia raised her blade.

A mighty arc of light slashed downward, instantly shattering into countless smaller sword beams that rained upon the battlefield like falling stars.

The sight was breathtaking.

The human soldiers barely had time to process what was happening.

Was this divine punishment?

Had they angered a higher power?

Then, the sky rained birds.

The winged aliens plummeted from above, their lifeless bodies crashing into the ground.

Some soldiers were so stunned they forgot to dodge.

They had survived the alien assault, only to nearly be crushed by the falling corpses—luckily, their comrades pulled them aside just in time.

In mere moments, tens of thousands of aliens had perished.

Laith sucked in a sharp breath. "Rafiq, where on earth did you find such a powerful ally? This one person alone is worth more than all the cultivators we hired combined!"

"I’m afraid it’s more than that," Luhay added, his gaze even keener. "Even if you gathered every cultivator here, they wouldn’t be able to match this person’s strength."

"We don’t know where they came from," Major General Rafiq replied nonchalantly.

He had long passed the stage of being shocked.

"They? You mean... besides this immortal, there’s someone else?" The two marshals immediately caught on.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺

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