Archimonde felt the terrifying power contained within the pitch-black spear.
Unstoppable.
The opponent was indeed a god.
A god's power was immense, unbearable for him.
Yet, he stood there, proud and defiant, because he had someone backing him. Not Corlan, but Corlan's father. That was the source of his confidence.
"Run! Everyone, run!" A strong man shrieked, his face pale. The attack the god was about to unleash could undoubtedly reduce this place to rubble, killing everyone present.
Some dragged their weary bodies, trying to escape.
But their speed was like that of snails, utterly useless.
Were they really going to die here?
The thought was filled with unwillingness.
The demons' return to the human world would bring endless destruction, a massacre where no one would be spared.
Unexpectedly, the demons would reap the benefits.
All their efforts had been in vain.
In the face of true despair, the last line of defense within some crumbled.
All that remained was panic.
Archimonde spoke slowly, "It's alright. Don't be afraid. It hasn't begun, and it will soon end."
His voice reached everyone's ears.
They looked at the Evil God.
What did he mean?
Just moments ago, they were fighting him to the death, and now he was telling them not to be afraid, as if he were on their side. Truth be told, there were plenty of smart people present, but none of them could figure out what was going on.
It was incredibly frustrating.
"Obliterate!"
The Dark God struck. The Spear of Judgment swept towards them, its flashing black light threatening to engulf the entire world.
Archimonde still stood there, proud and defiant.
Not a hint of fear.
The Spear of Judgment pierced through the void, locking onto his soul. In his pupils, the spear's tip gradually enlarged, almost filling his vision. His soul grew cold.
"Brother, please don't disappoint me." Archimonde cried out in his heart.
He knew that if Lin Fan didn't appear, this spear would be enough to take his life.
At that moment, just as the Spear of Judgment was about to pierce Archimonde, a hair's breadth away, space seemed to solidify. The spear froze in mid-air.
Crack!
A shattering sound echoed.
The Spear of Judgment disintegrated.
Archimonde knew Lin Fan had arrived.
A figure walked towards them from afar.
Everyone looked on in confusion, unsure of what had happened.
Corlan stared at the figure, her eyes wide, covering her mouth in surprise, unable to believe she was seeing her father here.
"Dad..." she blurted out.
The brave warriors who had accompanied Corlan to eliminate the Evil God were all shocked.
Olivia was dumbfounded. "Uncle..."
Tia and Sylph wore the same expression.
"Arch, you've worked hard," Lin Fan said, walking up to Archimonde and patting his shoulder in gratitude.
Archimonde replied, "We are friends. Being able to help a friend is my honor."
At this point, even more people were dumbfounded.
Arch?
The man who appeared addressed the Evil God as Arch, as if they were chatting casually. It was an indescribable feeling.
And the Evil God responded politely.
Friends?
Honestly, the situation had become incomprehensible to them.
They were mostly just bewildered.
The Pope still hadn't appeared. Given his status, his presence would definitely create an unfavorable impression.
Sadly, he could only watch Archimonde and Lin Fan exchange pleasantries. He already sensed a strong threat.
Lin Fan came to Corlan and said, "Daughter, I didn't intentionally hide this from you. I hope you can forgive me."
Corlan stared blankly at her father. After a long while, she finally regained her senses and said, "Dad, I'm not angry. I know you did everything for my own good. It's just that I haven't been able to accept this change yet. In my mind, my father is a farmer who tills the land and forges iron."
Lin Fan said, "You've grown up now, grown enough for me to be at ease. You're truly remarkable. I'm proud of you."
"Then he..." Corlan pointed at the Abyss Lord.
Lin Fan smiled. "His name is Archimonde, Lord of the Abyss. He's a good friend of mine. Although he comes from the Abyss and represents darkness, he's a good person. He's been looking after you. You can call him Uncle Arch."
Corlan was truly stunned.
Uncle Arch?
The Evil God she had been striving to eliminate had become her Uncle Arch.
Corlan asked, "Was all of this arranged by you, Dad?"
"No, it was arranged by your Uncle Polk," Lin Fan replied.
Hidden in the shadows, the Pope slapped his forehead. My goodness, I've been sold out just like that.
"Uncle Polk?" Corlan didn't know who this Uncle Polk was and looked around, clearly searching for him.
The Pope knew he couldn't hide any longer.
It was better to come out on his own.
A cough echoed.
The Pope emerged from the shadows, calm and composed. Seeing everyone's gaze on him, he nodded with a smile.
"The Pope!!!"
"That's the Pope of the Church of Light!"
"My heavens, I never thought the Pope would appear, and he's her uncle! What kind of background does she have? I thought her father was just a farmer."
Everyone exclaimed.
It was truly shocking.
No one had expected this to happen.
The Pope said, "May the Holy Light be with you all."
Lin Fan said, "This is your Uncle Polk. He and Uncle Arch have helped us a great deal."
Corlan, looking at the situation before her, was at a loss for words. Everything felt surreal, fake. She even wanted to pinch herself to see if this was a dream, but the pain would confirm that it wasn't.
Olivia and the others exchanged glances.
They were all stunned by Corlan's father's identity.
They all thought Corlan came from a common background, but in the end, it turned out that Corlan had the most prestigious background of them all.
Perhaps no one in the world had a background like Corlan's.
"Was our family really poor?" Corlan's mind was in turmoil, unsure what to say, so she could only speak of things unrelated to the current situation.
Lin Fan replied, "Yes, that's true. Our family was indeed poor. Your tuition was paid by selling a sword I forged. The money afterward was borrowed from your Uncle Polk, and I haven't repaid it yet. Now that you've grown up and are capable, remember to repay Uncle Polk when you earn money."
The Pope waved his hand. "Small money, small money. Don't worry about it."
Corlan threw herself into Lin Fan's arms. "Dad, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Lin Fan said, "I wanted you to work hard."
"No, even if you had told me earlier, I would have worked hard just the same. Even if our family is powerful, I wouldn't become a useless good-for-nothing. To me, having you by my side is the most important thing. No matter what you arrange for me, I don't mind, because I know it's for my own good." Corlan poured out her heart.
Lin Fan said, "Ah, I see. I didn't think about it that much."
Sylph, standing there, looked at Lin Fan. The words her mother had spoken after the elf tribe was destroyed and her people were revived came to mind.
Unwilling to see her sad and grieved…
Could it be referring to Corlan?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was true.
"Uncle, did you revive my people?" Sylph asked.
Lin Fan looked at Sylph and smiled without saying a word, but that smile spoke volumes.
Sylph bowed to Lin Fan in gratitude.
At this moment, the Dark God realized that these lowly humans were ignoring him. He flew into a rage, his divine might enveloping them, his gaze fixed on each one of them.
Lin Fan sensed this aura and looked up at him. "You're the Dark God, aren't you?"
"And who are you?" the Dark God asked.
Lin Fan slowly replied, "I had hoped you would come out sooner, and then I hoped you would come out later, because I still had many things to do. But I didn't expect you to come out now. This gives me a bit of a headache."
"Who are you?" The Dark God knew that the person who could effortlessly shatter his Spear of Judgment was definitely no ordinary person.
But none of that mattered.
Lin Fan said, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lin Fan. I've been waiting for you for a long time. My purpose is to eliminate you."
"Eliminate?" The Dark God laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke, his laughter booming. Perhaps he had never imagined anyone daring to say such words to him.
Ignorant and arrogant.
"Yes," Lin Fan said.
The Demon King, hearing this, also laughed. Humans these days were truly arrogant and foolish.
"Those who dare to commit deicide will be cast into the depths of hell and suffer eternal torment," the Dark God said, his voice growing cold, as if he were a being devoid of emotion.
"Hold on a moment," Lin Fan said to the Dark God, then gently stroked Corlan's head. "Daughter, take good care of yourself in the future, cherish your friends. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, go to your Uncle Polk or Uncle Arch. They will help you."
"Oh, right, this dragon is the daughter of the Dragon Emperor. She has a master-servant contract with you. You can also ask the Dragon Emperor for help if you need it."
Lin Fan knew he was leaving.
He just wanted to talk to Corlan properly in these final moments, to give her advice for her future life, hoping that she would live happily.
Listening to her father's words, Corlan felt more and more that something was wrong.
"Dad, are you..."
She didn't dare to say it.
Afraid that what she was thinking was true.
"Corlan, take good care of yourself." Lin Fan turned and walked towards the Dark God. To the Dark God, the other party walking towards him so blatantly was clearly a sign of disrespect.
In an instant, a fierce attack descended.
But in front of Lin Fan, the Dark God's attack was completely useless. He couldn't even get close. This made the Dark God frown, sensing something was amiss.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan appeared before the Dark God and slowly extended his hand. The Dark God saw that the other party's movements were so slow, yet he couldn't dodge. With a snap, he grabbed the Dark God's head.
With just a slight exertion of force, the Dark God would be crushed by him, and the mission would be complete.
However…
He looked back at Corlan. Her figure stood there, looking very lonely, her eyes gazing at him longingly, filled with unspoken words.
Corlan looked at her father's figure, with so much she wanted to say.
She had a premonition that if she didn't speak, everything would end, and her father would leave her forever.