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Chapter 1213 The Powerful Power of Truth
The Valkyrie Mishra stood on the edge of the destruction wrought by Asura, her silhouette elongated in the afterglow of the setting sun, like an unyielding statue.

All around were broken walls and ruins left by the ravages of Asura's power. Flames were devouring the once prosperous city, and thick smoke was billowing, blocking out the sky.

Mishra's gaze pierced through the chaos and despair before him and fixed on the distant horizon. There, the fleet of the Kingdom of God was like a dark cloud, and each warship emitted a heart-pounding energy fluctuation, as if just one blow could completely wipe out this land.

Chang Wei's teachings made her deeply understand that no matter how powerful the gods are, humans cannot place all their hopes on them.

True strength comes from inner tenacity and perseverance, and is the control of every living being over their own destiny.

These words, like seeds, took root and sprouted in Mishra's heart, and today they bloom with brilliant light.

Especially after seeing what the gods did, Mishra had completely given up his unnecessary fantasies.

As the only human girl in the original plot who dared to resist and smash the gods with stones, she is not lacking in rebellious spirit.

Therefore, even in the face of the overwhelming offensive of the Divine Kingdom's fleet, Mishra had no intention of retreating. She single-handedly protected the innocent humans below, and used her actions to interpret the truth that "humans can only rely on themselves."

Although she could not do anything to the warships of the Kingdom of God, she was trying her best to protect humans and resist the shells.

Every tiny resistance is a flame against despair, and will eventually converge into a torrent that changes destiny.

Amid the constant bombardment, every falling shell meant the loss of life, and Mishra's heart was deeply hurt.

She witnessed her compatriots falling one by one, and the pain and sorrow were like a sharp blade, cutting her soul.

But it was this pain that aroused the power of truth dormant in her body.

Mantras are the purest beliefs and desires from the depths of the human soul. They are the bridge that connects humans to the mysterious power of the universe.

In Mishra's mournful cry, the power of truth in her body was quietly awakened.

This power comes from her deepest beliefs and desires, and is the bridge between her and the mysterious power of the universe.

It flowed from the depths of her soul like a trickle, gathering into a rushing river, nourishing her broken armor and weapons.

At the same time, humans on the ground were praying to Mishra.

They knew that this Valkyrie was their last hope. Although their prayers were weak and feeble, they were full of sincerity and hope.

These prayers turned into tiny strands of mantra power, traveling through gunfire, time and space, and finally converging around Mishra.

Although these forces originate from human fragility and insignificance, when combined together, they have the power to shake heaven and earth.

Mishra could clearly feel the influx of these powers, which were like warm sunshine, illuminating the darkness in her heart and giving her the courage to continue fighting.

She recalled the original power of mantras, which actually came from human prayers.

However, in order to obtain this power more quickly, the Kingdom of God chose to kill humans and convert their souls directly into the power of truth.

Although this method is fast, efficient, and has high yields, the cost is to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. As the power of human prayers continues to be injected, Mishra's armor and weapons begin to transform. The cracks on the armor gradually heal, shining with a soft and firm light, as if it has been given new life.

The patterns on the helmet become more complex and mysterious, revealing an ancient and powerful aura.

The spear that originally shone like gold was now wrapped in a layer of brilliant light. The light spread from the tip of the spear to the entire spear body until it enveloped the entire weapon. It seemed to have turned into a small sun, emitting a hot and dazzling light.

It became a "spear of light" that could penetrate darkness and illuminate hope.

Not only that, but energy lines of various colors appeared on Mishra's armor and weapons. These lines were as colorful as a rainbow, shining in the sun, adding a bit of mystery and majesty to Mishra.

Mishra took a deep breath and felt a power she had never felt before.

She looked up at the warships of the Kingdom of God, with a determined light in her eyes. She knew it was time to end the war.

She gripped the spear of light tightly and rushed towards the warship of the Kingdom of God as if she was holding the sun.

Behind her were people praying, their eyes full of expectation and hope. Mishra knew that she could not disappoint them, and she had to bring peace and tranquility to this land.

Mishra looked directly at the warship of the Kingdom of God and rushed forward. At this time, Ashura was still in Carlo's main ship, fighting his way through levels and playing the game.

Mishra's spear of light quickly expanded in the air and eventually turned into a huge pillar of light. This pillar of light was like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, emitting dazzling light and illuminating the entire world.

She took a deep breath, concentrated all her strength on one point, and then threw the spear of infinite light at a warship of the Kingdom of God as if throwing a star.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture, as if even time was torn apart, leaving only a dazzling trail of light.

The spear of light drew a perfect arc in the air and slammed heavily into the hull of the Divine Kingdom's warship with destructive force.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still, followed by a deafening roar, accompanied by a dazzling explosion. The once indestructible warship of the Kingdom of God was easily broken like a fragile eggshell under Mishra's attack, revealing a huge gap.

This gap was like a giant mouth, swallowing everything around it. The systems inside the ship began to become disordered, alarms sounded one after another, flames splashed, and chaos and fear spread among the soldiers of the Kingdom of God.

They had never seen such a powerful attack.

"It soared from less than level 100 to over level 1,000. The power of the mantra is really exaggerated."

Esdeath witnessed all this, her eyes sparkling with excitement and her tone full of admiration for Mishra's power.

Before, Mishra was just a warrior who could barely deal with a level 100 demon, but now, even if he faced a level 1000 demon, it would probably only take one shot to kill him.

Each of these warships of the Kingdom of God is powerful enough to deal with powerful demons above level 5,000, but they seem so fragile under Mishra's attack.

She felt too passionate and couldn't stop.

(End of this chapter)