Chapter 441 390: Light Will Dispel Darkness, The End of the Bridge War

Meanwhile.

Lu Jia instantly sensed the powerful enemy that had appeared behind her.

The terrifying fluctuation of Energy, far beyond her comprehension, and the immense threat it carried made the hairs on her body stand on end!

In a flash.

Lu Jia gripped her sword with both hands and spun around at high speed. Empowered by Holy Fire Evil Extermination, her movements erupted with a level of strength surpassing a Five-star Official Military Rank. Her Knight's Broadsword, wreathed in Golden Holy Flame, whistled as it slashed behind her.

Although this was a strike with all her might, the sheer difference in power between her and the Chaos God Chaos was not something a simple boost from Knight Power could overcome.

Then, to Lu Jia's horror, the humanoid creature, which emanated a terrifying light, stared into her eyes at close range. With a crazed grin on its face, it didn't dodge or evade, but rammed its head straight into her blade!

A sharp screech, like that of a dying evil creature, echoed out.

The Seed of the Demon that Enok had implanted in Chaos's brain was instantly incinerated to ash by the Golden Holy Flame.

The next moment.

Spiritual Energy flashed.

And just like that, the figure of the Chaos God Chaos vanished without a trace from right under Lu Jia's nose.

She was so stunned that she froze for a second before realizing what had just happened. Not even Reinhardt, let alone Lu Jia, could have predicted Chaos's action in that split second.

Lu Jia looked up, her gaze sweeping across the bridge.

The bodies of the dead and wounded were scattered everywhere.

Gore hung from the walls and conduits, dripping dark red.

The bridge, once a battleground teeming with powerful enemies, was now clear.

As if unable to believe they had won the difficult battle to defend the bridge, Lu Jia stood motionless for a long time, sword in one hand.

Battle Sister Caroline limped to her side. Lu Jia reached out to support her former sister from the Holy Rose Order. She looked at Caroline's blood-splattered face, and after a moment of silence, they simply shared a wordless gaze.

Caroline glanced at Koller, who was still kneeling on the floor. Realizing something was wrong, she whispered, "Something's not right with Lord Koller."

As a Battle Sister of the Judgment Court, Caroline's choice of words was remarkably subtle and euphemistic.

From her years of service, she knew: Koller's prolonged battle with the enemy had left his soul exposed in the Demon Void Realm for too long. If he was corrupted by Demon Power...

Lu Jia was no longer the naive recruit she once was; she understood what Caroline meant.

Supporting her, she walked slowly toward the kneeling Koller.

They had only come within three meters of Koller when an intense wave of Witchcraft Energy, suffused with a demonic aura, made their expressions change drastically!

"Dammit!"

Caroline cursed under her breath. She gestured with her eyes for another sister to wake the two unconscious Think Tanks, then said in a low, firm voice, "Reinhardt and Lord Urus aren't here, and Lord Koller is in this state."

"Lu Jia, you are now the highest-ranking commander on the bridge."

"You must make a decision. Immediately."

Her long years of service made Caroline painfully aware that if the corruption wasn't contained in its initial stages, the consequences would be catastrophic!

With Koller's power, once the corruption was complete, killing them would be as easy as lifting a finger. Without Reinhardt, the Master of Vengeful, present, the four of them stood absolutely no chance of resisting!

Shouldering the responsibility of a leader for the first time, Lu Jia looked at Koller, who was kneeling on the ground—a man who, just a moment ago, had been fighting alongside them in a life-or-death struggle against traitors and Demons.

She felt an unprecedented pressure weighing on her heart!

It was also at this moment.

She finally understood why the Combat Priest Raphael had stumbled and collapsed into his chair after making the decision to abandon Reinhardt.

If it were a Demon, she could cut it down without batting an eye.

But...

Taking a deep breath, Lu Jia seemed to have made a decision. She released her right hand, which had been supporting Caroline. "Caroline, I want to try..."

Hearing this, Caroline frowned. Suppressing her unease, she said coldly, "You know the consequences of doing that, sister."

"Don't forget what Lady Eleonor taught us."

"There is no room for compromise in a situation like this. You must execute Koller while he's still turning!"

Although they spoke quietly, the others still heard them.

Corruption?!

In an instant, all the survivors turned to stare at Koller in horror. They couldn't believe it—that the powerful Imperial Think Tank would succumb to a Demon's corruption at a time like this. It was just...

At the mention of Eleonor's name, Lu Jia's expression became impassive. She stopped lowering her voice, and with the initial bearing of a leader, she simply stood her ground, sword in one hand.

"If a mercy killing is required, I will do it myself."

At that moment.

From an onlooker's perspective, the positions of Caroline, Lu Jia, and Koller formed an epic tableau, like a scene from the Holy Scripture. At Caroline's feet lay corpses, and blood pooled around them.

Empowered by Knight Power, Lu Jia looked like a Demigod, solemn and divine. The golden light of her Holy Flame cast upon Caroline and the bodies, creating long shadows that engulfed the kneeling Koller.

Delanxi looked wordlessly at Lu Jia, who now seemed like a stranger to her. She glanced down at the Technician Priest in her arms. At some unknown point, this Mortal, who had burned away his life for victory, had quietly died.

Laying down the body, Delanxi slowly rose and stood with her other sister, Irel.

The old veteran, Kurs, climbed to his feet. He looked at the command team that had boarded the ship with him. Of the original sixty, only seven, including himself, had survived.

The Shadow Temple's ship was still docked tightly against the Avenger Flagship. From the corridor beyond the blast doors, the faint footsteps of a boarding party could be heard.

He turned his head to look at Lu Jia.

He saw the Battle Sister, who wore a great Sun Ring on her back, walk alone to Koller. Sword in hand, she bent down and picked up the yellowed Holy Scripture from the floor.

Lu Jia stared down impassively at Koller, who was struggling slightly. She pointed the tip of her sword at the back of his neck and said coldly, "In the name of the Emperor, answer me. What is your mission?"

Although the great battle had just ended, the oppressive atmosphere on the bridge was now even more terrifying than when the enemy had first boarded.

It was almost difficult to breathe.

At a time like this, it wasn't just the three Transcendent Battle Sisters who understood the stakes. The surviving Mortals knew even better that if Koller, one of the Commanders of Vengeful, was corrupted and turned traitor, the consequences would be catastrophic.

A dreadful silence spread through the air.

Every second of silence was agony for the onlookers.

Only when Koller's aged voice finally sounded did the terrible, deathly quiet find a moment's reprieve.

"Sacrifice... is my mission."