Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 390
Divine Land Prosecution: Sweeping Away the Dark Church Remnants
The bell tolling from the peak of the National Tribunal Tower did not carry its usual solemn resonance; instead, it reverberated like the furious roar of heavenly thunder, shaking the entire sky of the Divine Land’s imperial capital. Rolling waves of sonic energy surged through the ancient barrier, carrying an overwhelming killing intent that pressed down on every inch of space. The defensive campaign of the Ancient Capital had concluded with a resounding epic, but in the dictionary of Lin Feng and the armies of the Divine Land, the word “compromise” had never existed. The wrath of the entire national apparatus had now transformed into a juggernaut crushing all those who dared betray the bloodline of their compatriots.
On the strategic conference table of the Central Military Commission, lights reflected off a brilliantly glowing three-dimensional topographic map. Hundreds of glowing red dots flickered incessantly across the five major regions of the Divine Land. These were not the traces of fierce beasts or sea monsters from the deep ocean, but the coordinates of underground lairs belonging to the Dark Church and noble clans who bore the titles of distinguished figures while selling their souls to demons behind the scenes.
“Report! General Lin Feng’s first law-enforcement team has approached the primary target: the underground villa of the Sima clan in the suburbs of Nanjing!”
“The second law-enforcement team has completely sealed off the underground commercial district directly managed by the Dark Church’s branch leader in Jiangnan!”
“Orders from the Military Commission: No prisoners! Execute anyone who resists without exception! Purge from root to tip, leave not a single rat alive!”
The resounding shouts of the communication officers blended with the deafening roar of massive magic battlecruisers taking off from the underground military base. The sky was blanketed in roiling dark clouds, and deep purple lightning bolts tore through the atmosphere like giant swords slashing down upon the earth. This was Operation “Thunderbolt Sweep”—the largest and most ruthless large-scale purge in modern magic history.
In the suburbs of Nanjing, dense fog shrouded the luxurious villa of the Sima clan—one of the prestigious families with a history spanning hundreds of years, universally respected for their superficial contributions to the mage association. Yet, behind this glamorous facade lay a living hell. Thirty meters deep in the basement, where evil forbidden formations operated day and night to refine souls and blood, the hoarse cries and screams of countless kidnapped youths echoed endlessly.
“Boom!”
A heaven-shaking explosion resounded. The Forbidden-Curse-grade defensive barrier meticulously deployed by the Sima clan shattered into millions of sparkling crystalline fragments like fireworks in the dark night. There were no negotiations, no tedious interrogations. A figure clad in pitch-black robes embroidered with brilliant silver Thunder Dragon patterns stepped through the smoke and dust, his deep eyes cold as a frozen galaxy.
It was Lin Feng!
He stood there, his right hand lifting slightly as a stream of black lightning mixed with destructive radiance coiled around his slender fingers. The majestic aura erupting from his body warped the surrounding space, causing dozens of guardian experts of the Sima clan who had just rushed out to vomit blood instantly and collapse to the ground, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure.
“Lin... Lord Lin Feng!” Patriarch Sima Xiong, an eight-star Super-tier mage with a pristine reputation in high society, turned pale as death, staggering backward upon recognizing the figure before him. Trembling violently, he tried to maintain a furious expression to conceal the fear gnawing at his heart: “You... By what authority do you dare barge into the private estate of our clan? Do you intend to rebel against the laws of the Divine Land?!”
Lin Feng did not even bother to look straight at him. His gaze remained locked on the stone wall slowly lowering at the end of the corridor, from which the pungent stench of fresh blood and resentful souls emanated. Walking forward nonchalantly, his cold voice rang out like a verdict from the nether underworld:
“The laws of the Divine Land? Are you even worthy of uttering those four words, Sima Xiong?”
“You... what nonsense are you spouting! I am a dignified—”
Before he could finish, Lin Feng flicked his finger slightly. A bolt of black lightning tore through the air, piercing straight into Sima Xiong’s foot and pinning him firmly to the expensive granite floor. The tragic scream had barely formed before the paralyzing electrical current surged through his entire body, choking his throat and reducing his cries to muffled, pathetic wheezes.
Lin Feng strode to the basement entrance and swept his sleeve.
“Crack, crack!”
The three-inch-thick alloy door shattered into fine powder. The scene inside, illuminated by the flashing lightning, stirred boiling rage in anyone who witnessed it. Hundreds of iron cages were filled with living humans whose vital energy had been drained dry, skeletal corpses piled up like garbage, and in the very center stood a bone sacrificial altar exuding a foul dark aura. Elders of the Sima clan stood gathered around it, still holding blood-stained leather whips and secret communication logs with the Dark Church.
“Everyone... is present and accounted for, it seems.” Lin Feng chuckled lightly, a smile devoid of any human warmth. “Red Cardinal Sharlock has been waiting for you in the netherworld for quite some time. Today, I am sending you down there to reunite and atone for your crimes before the tens of thousands of innocent souls of Bo City and the Ancient Capital.”
“Kill him! We’re cornered, stake everything on this!” A Sima elder with bloodshot eyes roared like a wild beast, frantically channeling all his fire-element and dark-element magic into a massive fireball hurled straight at Lin Feng. Around him, a dozen other Super-tier experts simultaneously unleashed their strongest forbidden spells, forming a chaotic energy storm capable of leveling a mountain.
Yet, before Lin Feng, these ferocious attacks were nothing more than childish parlor tricks.
He did not even bother to take a step aside. The dark magic within his body erupted, transforming into a colossal black hand that snatched the fireball mid-air and crushed it into nothingness. Simultaneously, his supreme lightning domain enveloped the entire underground chamber.
^Heavenly Thunder World-Punishment - Oblivion.^
“Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!”
Thousands of purple-black lightning bolts descended from the sky, piercing straight through thirty meters of earth and rock to strike every target inside the basement with pinpoint accuracy. There were no prolonged screams, no chance for retaliation. Under the destructive might of the young magic god standing at the pinnacle of the world, all the experts of the Sima clan were reduced to wisps of gray-black smoke in an instant. A clan that once stood proudly at the pinnacle of power in Nanjing had been completely erased from the world map in less than ten minutes.
A similar scene unfolded across the territory of the Divine Land over the next seven days and nights.
In the magic metropolis of Shanghai, the largest underground stronghold of the Dark Church—disguised as an international financial conglomerate—was tightly surrounded by the Tribunal’s enforcement team. Thousands of black-robed enforcers and blue-robed elites attempted to use hostages as leverage to escape, but Lin Feng instantly bound them all with spatial shackles, rendering them utterly immobile. Those who once considered themselves messengers of darkness, wielding life-and-death power over countless innocents, now knelt in terror, trembling and begging for mercy as they watched the young deity walk amidst a sea of blood and lightning.
“General Lin Feng! You cannot kill us! We are part of the dark world’s order; if you annihilate us, the global balance will collapse!” A blue-robed Chief Steward of the Dark Church screamed hysterically before being completely swallowed by a surge of dark flames.
“Balance? Order?” Lin Feng walked coldly through the pool of blood, his voice echoing like thunder across the sky: “This world does not need a so-called balance built upon the bones and blood of our compatriots. From this day forward in the Divine Land, whether light or darkness must bow before the laws and justice of humanity!”
Over fifty large and small cultist strongholds were eradicated to their roots. Thousands of traitors wrapped in the robes of councilors, high-ranking officials, and prestigious clan elites were dragged into the light, stripped of all titles, their assets confiscated for the national treasury, and subjected to rightful sentencing before public execution grounds.
The seeds of disaster that once sowed terror from Bo City to the Ancient Capital were now pulled up by the roots, leaving not a single fragment behind.
The entire Divine Land shook violently. From ordinary citizens in small towns to supreme archmages in towering research spires, everyone poured into the streets in deafening cheers. Their gazes toward the capital carried utmost reverence, gratitude, and a surge of national pride stronger than ever before. Goblets of victory were raised everywhere, completely sweeping away the gloomy, mournful atmosphere that had lingered for so many years.
In the supreme hall of the National Tribunal, the final operational summary report was stamped with a blazing red seal and forwarded directly to the desks of the senior elders.
“Reporting to the entire Military Commission and the Forbidden Curse Council,” a senior enforcement officer stood straight, his voice trembling with emotion in the solemn hall: “Operation ‘Thunderbolt Sweep’ has successfully completed its mission ahead of schedule. The remnants of the Dark Church across the entire Divine Land have been completely annihilated. Not a single trace remains!”
The hall fell into a momentary silence before thunderous applause erupted from every corner of the room. The white-haired senior elders all rose to their feet, gazing with absolute respect at the young man standing tall in the center of the hall. He had not only saved humanity from extinction at the Ancient Capital, but had also personally cleansed a rotten system from within.
Draped in a black battle robe edged with gold, Lin Feng stood poised, his profound gaze looking out toward the distant blue sky beyond the massive French windows. The triumphant drums had sounded, and the sea of blood and vengeance had been washed clean with the enemy’s blood.
Yet, as his gaze swept across a top-secret document just delivered from the outer-space spatial observation tower—an encrypted file bearing a special insignia accessible only to supreme authorities—the corners of his lips curled into a meaningful smile.
The document revealed coordinates never before recorded in human history, where spatial energy was abnormally fluctuating, emitting ancient signal waves from an era predating even the dawn of primeval magic history...
The most grandiose national award ceremony in history was about to commence, but behind that pinnacle of glory, an entirely new, colossal, and exponentially more dangerous door was slowly beginning to open...