On the leading warship, a young man hurried to the bow, sword at his side and bow over his shoulder. He had golden hair, a strong and noble bearing, and eyes like a clear, cloudless sky. A crown woven from osmanthus flowers adorned his head. The young man with the osmanthus crown fixed his gaze steadily upon the bronze walls. He removed his long bow, nocked a golden arrow, and slowly drew it back, his right arm swelling with strength, firm as granite. The tip of the arrow gathered golden light, growing brighter and brighter. "Whoosh!" The beam of light shot forth, striking the bronze wall. Instead of the expected explosion or powerful gust of wind, the bronze wall dissolved suddenly under the intense surge of light. The arrow continued its course, piercing through the chest of Menia. The goddess clutched her bleeding chest and staggered backward. The golden-haired youth lowered his bow, drew his straight sword, and declared with a firm voice: "I am the left priest of the God of Light, sent by the High Priest to wage war upon the island of Paphos." "With that, he leapt high into the air, delivering a jump-slash toward the goddess Menia, now a hundred meters away. His simple longsword burst with dazzling golden light. Goddess Menia raised her shield to meet the strike. The impact of sword and shield erupted like a devastating explosion, shaking the buildings around the castle and cracking the walls. The two engaged in fierce close-quarters combat. "Roar—roar—roar—" Amid the deafening roar of water, a colossal wave hundreds of meters high surged forth from behind the rocky cliff, rushing toward the castle. At the crest of the wave stood Goddess Sinzia, with her short, deep-blue hair, wielding a steel pike, her figure graceful and ample. She steered the wave, bearing down directly upon the castle and crashing it with a powerful blow, sending the fleet of several warships that had landed outside the castle crashing beneath her. At that moment, the elderly man dressed in a golden robe raised his golden staff and sang aloud: "The disaster has come; let faith illuminate the light, calm the fury of the sea, and remove the calamities..." The sacred and solemn chant resonated throughout the castle, dispelling the fears of the followers of the God of Light and filling them with calmness, confidence, and resolve. The massive wave poised to strike instantly receded, flowing back along its original path, as if time itself had reversed. The disaster was lifted! Following the retreat of the waves, a pleasant, ethereal melody poured forth from the fleet. A graceful and pure young woman was gently playing a grand harp. Her form, clad in a flowing robe, shimmered with a soft golden glow, as holy and divine as a goddess. From the distant forest, a lively chorus of bird calls echoed, and the flocks of sheep and wild animals surged forth, attacking the followers of the Goddess of Beauty. The followers of the God of Light rallied with renewed vigor, wielding their battle axes and drawing their bows, slaughtering the worshippers of the Goddess of Beauty. "Huh?" Zhang Yuanqing, observing the scene from above, could not help but exclaim. So far, he has observed abilities such as "disaster mitigation," "power of the sun god," "beast taming," "healing," "seafaring," and "mechanical craftsmanship" among these followers of the Light God. He also excels in close-range combat. The Light God's abilities are simply too comprehensive—touching on nearly every aspect and mastering each to a certain degree. How come such an outstanding profession hasn't been established in the First Region yet? But now, rather than pondering the absence of a Light God profession, he has heard the term "Great Priest" in the young blonde's words. That is, the final boss of Palamos Island is the Great Priest of the Light God. This is a perfectly reasonable inference. First, heroes of divine rank rarely appear in regular dungeons. While the current followers of the Light God—especially the three elite monsters—are indeed strong, they still fall short of overpowering the divine offspring of Palamos Island. The difficulty level of an S-tier dungeon should not be this low. Therefore, there must be a major boss who has not yet appeared. "We can't just sit and watch the battle unfold anymore. First, we must eliminate these three master-level adversaries. Then, we'll consolidate the power of the island of Paphos to confront the High Priest. Only then will we have a chance of victory—when the High Priest arrives, the divine children will surely perish." Zhang Yuanqing silently weighed the strategy in his mind. On the towering clock tower, Cupid drew back his small bow, nocked a golden arrow, and aimed precisely at the left priest of the goddess Menia, the Light God. The golden arrow surged forward, ignoring all defenses, evasions, and resistance, striking true through the priest's chest. It then curved in a wide arc, hitting a female slave who was being pursued and screaming in panic. Thud, thud, thud—the golden-haired young man's heart raced with an overwhelming, irresistible affection for the woman. Instinctively, he reached out to assist her. "My faith in the Light God surpasses even love!" he insisted, forcing his gaze away and focusing entirely on the battle. The status of the god's left priest was clearly higher than that of Cupid, yet he had been irrevocably captivated by the female slave—my guess is correct: Cupid's bow and arrows are rule-type artifacts. Zhang Yuanqing observed clearly: the young man with golden hair attempted to defend against the golden arrows, but they ignored all physical defenses. This very characteristic resembles that of rule-type artifacts. The sea nymph Sycia descended from the sky, wielding a steel fork, and struck the young man. He leapt backward, landing amidst the flying shards of stone, gripped his sword, drew his wooden bow, and shot an arrow toward Sycia. Menia advanced with her shield, deflecting the arrows, only to be thrown into the air in the roar of the explosion. The sea nymph, skilled in close combat, and the knight combined forces to challenge the young man with golden hair, causing successive collapses of the pointed and domed structures. Though supported by healing and auxiliary magic, the young man held his own, fighting effectively against two opponents. At that moment, a silver-tinged laughter rose above the battlefield's clamor—clear, sweet, and more melodious than the song of a nightingale. The two warring believers turned toward the sound, instinctively. High upon the tower, a beautiful goddess stood—her golden hair flowing freely, her features exquisite and refined, her aura pure and enchanting, her skin fair. Her charm unfolded fully in her smile. Whether devoted to the God of Light or the Goddess of Beauty, all were entranced, gazing at her in rapt attention. The battle, the victory, the very faith—had become insignificant. Sectiya took the wooden bow from Cupid, drew it, nocked an arrow, and in a flash of shadow, one believer of the God of Light fell. With calm precision, she released her arrows, killing one after another of the Light's followers. Even as they fell, these men remained utterly absorbed in her charm, unable to resist, never regaining consciousness. The young man with golden hair, seeing this, immediately broke free from the encirclement of the two goddesses and drew his bow toward Sectiya. His faith in the God of Light was unshakable, immune to all beauty. Yet Cynia and Menia didn't give him a chance to shoot an arrow, immediately launching a fierce assault. While the two sides were engaged in battle, Zhang Yuanqing drew out the Purple Thunder Cannon and silently moved toward the elder holding the golden staff. Transforming his appearance, he landed on the deck without a sound, raising the long spear and pressing the trigger. "Sizzle~" Purple electric arcs leapt and converged toward the muzzle, forming a spherical bolt of lightning that roared forth two seconds later. The elder with the golden staff sensed the surge and instantly turned, raising his staff horizontally to block. "Boom!" The Purple Thunder exploded, shattering his golden staff and both arms, carbonizing the flesh on his chest. The violent gust of wind hurled him several meters into the air, where he landed blackened and motionless on the ground. Zhang Yuanqing then turned to the woman playing the harp. The Purple Thunder Hammer and the Purple Golden Shield detached themselves and flowed like liquid, enveloping her completely to form a suit of armor. He raised his head and emitted a sharp cry. Mental assault! The young girl radiating golden light was shaken mentally, her pupils dull, veins standing out on her forehead. Zhang Yuanqing advanced with the ferocity of a mecha, his right fist charging toward her. Yet, at the very moment the fist made contact, the girl seemed to teleport, retreating several dozen paces. No—she hadn't retreated. It was Zhang Yuanqing who stepped back, retreating several dozen paces to the position where the elder had once stood. The girl who had been playing the lyre soon regained consciousness, swiftly plucking the strings with her slender hands. Zhang Yuanqing felt a sharp pain in his mind, his spirit moving in rhythm with the music, losing his composure and calm. Yet within a single instant, he suppressed the melody. As a dual-classed sorcerer and Night Wanderer, any spell targeting the soul was merely a paper tiger. She had been momentarily stunned and lost consciousness due to the mental assault—she could no longer activate her abilities. It must be the function of that item. Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds, then charged toward the girl once more. Let's see who holds the higher status. He once again lifted his head, emitting a piercing roar and launching a mental assault that plunged the maiden into agonizing soul-tearing pain. Then, he nullified the rule of "object motion," allowing him to materialize directly before her without needing to sprint. Since the opponent's item could push enemies back by over ten meters, he now tested whether the phantom god's heart was superior in rank, or whether the maiden's item held greater power. The answer was obvious. "Poof!" The right fist, glowing purple and golden, struck the maiden's head, instantly creating a spectacle akin to a watermelon exploding—muscle, brain tissue, and bone fragments splattered everywhere. Zhang Yuanqing could indeed deploy the combination technique of "Sunrise" and "Liu Yang War God," equally capable of countering the opponent's item, but doing so would cause his purple-gold armor to peel away from his body. For a master of items, the combination technique of the Day-Wanderer was a costly strategy—killing a thousand and losing eight hundred—thus, it was only employed when absolutely necessary. The sudden shift left both parties momentarily caught off guard. Two powerful followers of the Light Deities were slain by an unusual figure who emerged suddenly—the entire process took less than three minutes. Ordinary devotees, flushed with anger, were unaware of the ship's movements and changes, but the divine offspring all turned their attention toward the scene. The golden-haired young man's face paled. Menia, Sektia, and the others were both astonished and delighted, yet also puzzled—delighted by the deaths of the two Light Deity followers, and puzzled by the sudden appearance of this mysterious figure, who had unexpectedly come to aid the island of Paphos. Could it be reinforcements summoned by their mother?