Chapter 1020: Chapter 553: Consecutive Breakthroughs, Storm King! (Part 3)

He also had yet to fully grasp Electromagnetic Force, one of the Four Basic Forces, because no matter what, that required a powerhouse who had broken free of planetary limits and reached the Cosmic Level.

Yet he could combine the two, using his own Spiritual Radiance and the planetary magnetic field within a certain radius around him to convert Electromagnetic Force and kinetic energy into each other, slinging shells—or slinging himself.

Combined with the Energy Entity Storm Elf and the realm of "Unity of All Things," the wider the range Byron could touch, the stronger this move’s Power became.

This also meant that if he focused on developing it, a whole series of Electromagnetic Force effects might slowly become reality.

In the future, just like Violet, he might create a new profession, [Electrical Engineer], in addition to [Storm Knight], and it wouldn’t be unreasonable to look forward to a second industrial revolution.

"The tech tree of electrical engineering is too hard; we can take it slow. For now we should finish the Steam revolution first."

[Twilight Deacon] Luohate, white wings sprouting behind him, wearing the Bishop’s Ring on his hand, descended to Byron’s side. He stared at Byron’s back, his gaze even more fanatical than Margaret I’s.

Even when glared at by his former liege, he felt no guilt whatsoever, convinced that putting the interests of his God above all else was only natural.

People with independent personalities may each have their own brilliance, but the superstitious are obviously all alike.

I merely followed your behavioral logic and made the correct choice, so how can you blame me?

Luohate wasn’t the only one—another splendid Godly light of golden-pink powder also descended into the great hall.

It became an absolutely stunning woman, clothes extremely revealing, body plump and curvaceous, with a pink mark on her fair lower abdomen; she held a phantom chubby white baby in her arms, symbolizing the Authority she possessed.

[Succubus] Teris had gone through the Sun Empire Usurpation on the Southern Continent, the Hightins Throne War, and the Kalmar coup by the troops, finally cobbling together her own Promotion Ceremony.

She used endlessly self-replicating germ cells as her Immortal Stairway, and the Authority she naturally obtained was [Breeding], with the Godly Name: [Breeding Holy Mother].

Yet whether intentionally or unintentionally, her image vaguely matched another "Holy Mother" Divine Statue hanging on one side of the great hall.

This nearly bare [Breeding Holy Mother], walking with a sultry catwalk, brought with her a whole-body "looseness" sufficient to stab at the eyes of the two devout Holy Knights and one group of Zealots from the Church, as she came to stand at Byron’s side.

She threw a flirty wink at her own Chief God: 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Kekeke, my great Chief God, are you going to keep them all here today?"

With weapons in their hearts, murderous intent rose; not counting the two Kingdom’s Guardians who refused to strike at either side, and Dagon still hiding in the collective subconscious, they still had four Fifth Orders in total.

They had the numbers and weren’t weak either; the Succubus, who feared the world might not be chaotic enough, couldn’t help but feel eager.

Before Byron could give the order, the two Holy Knights and Margaret I were already flying into a rage, shouting in unison:

"Profane blasphemer, how dare you!!!"

Four Fifth Orders stood before them: a [Night Demon], a [Witch], a [Succubus], and a reserve [Angel]—a literal carnival of demons.

Most aggressive of them all, the Grand Master of the Order of Malta Knights, [Holy Lance] Vallette, couldn’t stop himself from striking first even as he bellowed in fury.

He chanted the Holy Word: "You come against me with sword and spear and Copper Halberd; but I come against you in the Godly Name of the Lord of Thousands Armies.

Joshua did not draw back the short spear he stretched out in his hand until he had utterly slain all the inhabitants of Ai City!"

A gigantic Cross of shimmering silver-white condensed above his head, while behind him appeared the phantom forms of countless Angel Legion; in an instant, he borrowed the Power of Heaven.

The silver-white Knight Spear in his hand burst with Holy Light, and man and spear became one, transforming into a silver meteor.

He charged forward in a stomping rush, intent on smashing every enemy he saw into dust.

Even if an Ironclad Warship appeared before him, it would be run straight through without mercy by this single thrust.

"Good timing."

Byron had long since begun charging up.

The Storm above his head and the earth beneath his feet became positive and negative poles; the storm electric field and planetary magnetic field within several dozen kilometers were compressed by him into invisible coils.

The planetary magnetic field was strongest at the poles and weakest at the equator; Amarin Fort, lying very close to the northern polar region, provided Byron with an extra boost of capability.

Rumble—!!!

As Byron’s lightning-wreathed fingertip touched that six‑pound cast‑iron Cannonball, thunder exploded in the hall; electric sparks burst and flashed across all conductive surfaces in the hall.

The air in front of Byron was pierced and collapsed in an instant; an orange-yellow incandescent streak suddenly swelled into a Thunder God’s divine punitive Holy Sword falling from the peak of the heavens, shooting straight at [Holy Lance] Vallette.

Ring after ring of Air Blast Ring shockwaves, like aerial Bombs, instantly tore apart the hall’s decorations and floor along their path.

The next second.

Brilliant Mysticism Holy Light and the scientific Super Electromagnetic Cannon collided with a roar; blinding Divine Light flared, and the stone roof of the hall was blown clean off by the shockwave.

The surrounding Ministers who hadn’t had time to run were all sent tumbling like gourds; even Third Order Transcendents were utterly helpless in this near–Material-world-peak showdown.

Whoosh!

After a momentary stalemate, a thread of orange-red whose temperature had dropped considerably suddenly deflected ninety degrees, shooting diagonally skyward like Lightning and punching a gaping hole through the heavy rain clouds above.

As the light in the hall slowly faded, Byron saw that standing opposite him was not only [Holy Lance] Vallette, but also the Grand Master of the Impoverished Knights Order, [Sacred Fist] Grover.