I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

John and his companions stormed in like avatars of death, but to their surprise, they found that although these priests appeared to be gold-tier awakeners, their strength was not particularly formidable.

Some of their skills seemed only as powerful as those of a silver-tier, or even less.

What was going on here? Why was this happening?

It seemed quite different from what they had expected.

All three were equally puzzled, but they said nothing and simply continued their slaughter.

They knew there was something amiss, but it was not something they could resolve just then.

They swiftly cut down the priests before them.

If initially the priests had intended to resist John and his team, by now they had completely abandoned such thoughts.

It was too terrifying, truly horrific; these three were like deities of death, relentlessly cutting them down.

They had no power to resist, only to wait helplessly as the inevitable approached.

John was also feeling bewildered because their advance was almost too brazen.

They kept pushing deeper, yet they faced no significant resistance, as the minor figures they encountered were barely a concern for them.

What was going on?

Was there not a single influential figure within the entire Immortality Church?

If that were truly the case, their plans might indeed be disrupted.

They had intended to spread widespread panic, hoping to kill as many as possible before confronting any significant leaders.

Unexpectedly, those who had appeared so far seemed utterly worthless in their eyes, devoid of any potential use.

However, they soon realized that something was amiss as the strength of their adversaries began to increase unexpectedly.

Those who were merely emerald-tier awakeners suddenly seemed almost as capable as their own gold-tier level.

When John once again struck down an emerald-tier priest, the others could no longer bear it and began to flee.

Silver Tear looked at the scene before him, puzzled.

Honestly, he couldn't quite understand what had happened.

If these were truly devout believers, how could they flee so quickly?

Moreover, from the start until now, they hadn't faced any significant resistance.

Could this all be a deception?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

If it were just a ruse, why would the captain have fallen here?

The only plausible explanation was that they had not yet reached the core of the organization, which was why no one had come to stop them.

This deepened their understanding of the organization's ruthlessness.

Though these individuals seemed like mere tools to them, they were still living, breathing human beings.

These believers were part of what the organization had harvested, yet they were now being thrown out as cannon fodder.

Honestly, even in the midst of the killing, they felt a pang of reluctance.

But they knew if they didn't kill them, the situation could become even more troublesome.

When they finally dealt with the last priest, the entire church had turned into a sea of blood.

At that moment, a cloaked figure slowly emerged from the deepest part of the church.

The person's voice was raspy.

"I didn't expect the three of you to be so bold, to actually dare to come here."

Hearing the harsh voice, John couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the figure cloaked in darkness.

"Are you the Godson of the Immortality Organization? I have some business with you."

Just as John finished speaking, a white orb of light hurtled toward him.

His pupils dilated as he quickly dodged backward.

If not for his swift reflexes, he would have been reduced to a pile of flesh on the ground.

John glanced at the impact of the skill on the ground, then at the so-called Godson, a smile curving on his lips.

It seemed this Godson, as John had suspected, had artificially boosted his power and rank using some dubious means.

Despite appearing formidable as a diamond-tier, in reality, he was on par with an emerald-tier.

John drew his Bloodthirsty Blade, his eyes fixed on the Godson.

"I have a question for you. Perhaps we could sit down and have a proper conversation."

Silver Tear's face contorted into a peculiar expression upon hearing John's words.

After killing so many people, even if they were mere cannon fodder, it was still a significant number.

And now you suddenly want to sit down and talk?

This is absurd!

No one, in their right mind, would soften their stance after such a massacre.

Godson snorted coldly, "Whatever you have to say, you can ask after you're dead."

With that, he unleashed several powerful skills towards John.

Silver Tear and the others became mere background figures in the confrontation.

John quickly realized that Godson's main focus was on him.

If it were anyone else, they might not have warranted such attention.

This piqued his curiosity—why was this person so intent on killing him?

Without a word, John swiftly dodged the incoming attacks.

He felt a peculiar sense of suppression when facing Godson.

It wasn't merely a matter of higher rank; something about the man's aura exerted a tangible pressure on him.

What was happening? Why did he feel this way?

John's expression turned markedly serious as he noticed that Silver Tear and the others seemed unaffected.

It was only he who felt this oppressive force.

This was puzzling.

Why had he never felt this sensation before, and why was it so pronounced now?

Silver Tear and Dark Fox, seeing that John seemed to be suppressed, grew anxious and rushed forward to help him.

However, in the next moment, they found themselves suddenly immobilized.

Their pupils dilated in shock as they noticed numerous vines had silently crept around them, binding their feet.

The most alarming aspect was that these vines were far stronger than they were.

Even when they tried using skills to burn them, the vines remained unscathed.

This defied all logic; even with a difference in rank, the natural order of elements should still apply.

But now, they couldn't burn through the vines at all.

What was going on?

Godson glanced at them indifferently and with a slight wave of his hand, the vines rapidly ascended from the ground, forming two spherical cages that trapped them inside.

"This battle is between John and me. If you want to die, you'll have to wait," Godson said coldly.

Dark Fox's heart suddenly sank.

He had a bad feeling about this, but he could only endure it.

He hoped that John would find a way to turn the tide; otherwise, they were doomed to die here.

Their own deaths wouldn't matter—they had long been prepared for that—but John had to survive!

John retreated, noticing the green vines slowly creeping across the ground.

He quickly activated his system to identify them.

[Name: Vampire Vine]

[Level: lv50]

[Skills: Blood Drain]

[Description: The vine drains blood and returns the energy to its master as nourishment!]

[Weak Point: Fruit]

John's heart leapt when he saw the system's analysis.

Previously, the system only provided the name, level, and skill descriptions, but this time it included a weak point.

Could it be that the system had upgraded?

Suppressing his curiosity, he began to search for vulnerabilities.

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