This Holy Knight is So Despicable!

One, two, three...

Three apostle-level strongmen, plus two conceptual-level, and four pseudo-conceptual-level.

Lette looked at the enemies hovering in a circle above, feeling cheerfully uplifted.

"Let me ask you, all the strongmen above conceptual level in the Gate of Truth in the Netherworld, are they all here?"

The leading apostle sneered, "Not only that. All members above the rule level have also been summoned to respond.

It's just that their strength is low, so they won't come out and embarrass themselves."

Lette grinned, "In that case, your other two spots don't have any generals guarding them, do they?"

He then took out a magic stone and said softly.

"Take them down."

At the same time, upon receiving the command, the Mushroom Beast Army Big Guy and the Armored Corpse Army Three-Eyed Corrupted Demon both trembled all over.

At this moment, they were already lurking on the outskirts of the target area, always waiting for a chance.

Among the three armies, only the Blood Meat Demon is anchored by Lette.

The other two have always been bluffing, putting on a very strong front, making the opponent afraid to act rashly.

But whether Lette was anchoring them or not, they knew very well themselves.

So, they pushed through the forces of the enemy's favoured all the way, but at the final moment, they all tactfully held back, choosing not to act.

And now, all of the enemy's high-end combat power was drawn away by Lette alone.

So, the remaining two Truth Temples, which were originally guarded by them, naturally became things they could seize easily.

"Charge! Exterminate the enemy completely!"

Accompanied by the orders of the two leaders, the two teams on different fronts simultaneously lunged towards their targets.

After the baptism of the battlefield and the nourishment of countless victories, at this moment, the combat power of these two teams was not inferior to that of the Blood Meat Demons.

The poor Truth believers, they weren't opponents at all, slaughtered completely in minutes.

Both lines were in crisis, but the top echelons of the Gate of Truth showed not the slightest panic.

In their eyes, Lette's value far exceeded that of two mere Desecrated Temples.

Reinforcements?

What a joke!

As long as they can kill Lette here, even if they merely wound him enough that he chooses to leave the Netherworld, it will be a complete victory!

Any loss is worth it.

For this, the Gate of Truth gathered all their power in the Netherworld here.

They prepared to assemble the strongest power to give Lette the most potent, direct impact, without any fancy tricks or intrigue.

This might be the most sincere collaboration among the members of the Gate of Truth in the Netherworld recently.

Indeed, a common enemy brings tighter cooperation than a common interest.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

Lette spread his hands, standing before a massive metal box, disdainfully looking at the enemies above.

"You lackeys of the Gate of Truth, having paid such a huge cost, and gathered such a large force.

You can't just yell, brothers march as one, charging in like a rabble, right?

If you do that, I'd look down on you.

Or, are you planning a concept linkage? By superimposing and interacting with various concepts, you will induce a qualitative change!

If it is such a clever tactic, I'd be eager to witness it.

Alright, there's little time and much to be done.

I'm eager, go ahead and start already!"

Seeing Lette's eager look, all the arriving members of the Gate of Truth shivered.

This man, does he really not know what fear is, what a disadvantageous situation is?

No matter how powerful you are, facing so many conceptual level strongmen, plus apostles! Do you really not feel any pressure?

"Leader! He, he is not the true body!"

Suddenly, a sharp pseudo-conceptual level strongman noticed the problem, "He is only a distraction! No... not a distraction, but a very peculiar form!

This body, only the will belongs to Holy Sin Lette, divine body, divinity, and divine power are all from external objects!"

The leading apostle's face instantly turned very grim, "Impossible! He just crushed an apostle with overwhelming might!

Even though it was the ninth, it's still far beyond the existence of regular conceptual level strongmen.

Not to mention, in confrontation, he also used his power of concept!

How could he possibly be a distraction?"

The sharp pseudo-conceptual level strongman reiterated, "Not a distraction, it's a very strange form!

He gives me the feeling of a God's believer, but this body happens to be a Divine!

How on earth is this possible?"

Lette picked his ear with a face full of contempt, "Never seen this before? Let me tell you, as long as your computer has a good enough setup, you can build a simulator within a simulator!

It's called nesting dolls, you know?

So, are you gonna fight or not?"

The Third Apostle gritted his teeth, unexpectedly finding that the vast combat force he summoned to achieve critical success.

Had surrounded just a distraction?

"Leader, what do we do now?"

"It's fine if it's a distraction, as long as you kill him, you can still severely damage the true body!"

By now, the Third Apostle also knows that he must press on.

Plus, he believes that since this distraction easily obliterated an apostle, then certainly it is a very powerful, very precious, very important distraction!

As long as destroying him, the goal can basically be achieved!

With a hum, conceptual level and pseudo-conceptual level strongmen released their powerful energies, forming a potent energy field.

However, what surprised Lette was that this formidable energy field targeted not him, but the massive metal box beside him.

As extraordinary energy was injected, the entrance of this Desecrated Temple suddenly expanded.

Immediately, a familiar stickiness enveloped Lette's body entirely.

He recognized this feeling, it was what he sensed last time when he entered the remnant world of the [Sea].

That feeling, unforgettable!

"Ah, I see, by utilizing the power and shell of the Desecrated Temple, along with your power of concept, you're trying to create a temporary world to exile me?"

Lette saw through the opponent's purpose at a glance and shook his head helplessly.

"This sort of thing cannot trap me."

"Hehe, you underestimate us! If it were really just this, we wouldn't go to so much trouble."

The Third Apostle let out a maniacal laugh as his scheme succeeded, "Holy Sin Lette, I heard you were on a killing spree in the Divine Arena.

Then you should know, the Divine Arena is an intersection of rules and concepts.

Oaths, are the mandatory terms after entering the arena.

Breaking laws, rules, and concepts, all have countermeasures.

But if you break the common oath, all your tactics will fail, and you will suffer the penalty brought by the oath!

Holy Sin Lette, let's engage in a match of life and death under the premise of an oath-bound game!"