Chapter 315: Slaughter (5)
Chapter 315: Slaughter (5)
The onslaught of various entities intensifies, each with their own unique abilities.
Divine arts rain down from above, relentlessly weakening Carl's physical body, regenerative abilities, and even his fighting spirit.
Mechanical armies unleash a torrent of bullets, wave after wave, crashing against him.
More terrifying still, over a hundred dragonkin combine their might, each strike like a heavy hammer upon his body.
"Boom!"
Even with Carl's Holy Demon Transformation reaching the ninth level, his golden body, and formidable regenerative abilities, this relentless assault pushes him to the brink of collapse.
He strikes with his palms, spins, and shifts his footwork...
Martial techniques and wizardry flow through his movements, and under the mounting pressure, his once clumsy skills become fluid, merging disparate arts into a harmonious whole.
The ancient knight hones his skills through this trial, and Carl is no exception.
The pressure of life and death keeps his mind in a state of heightened awareness, akin to sudden enlightenment.
"Roar!"
His roar echoes like thunder, tearing through the flames and battle aura protecting him, leaving him more wounded.
"Swish!"
As his body is about to give out, a pair of eerie flesh wings unfold from his back, enveloping him.
Pale Wing's wings!
The Pale Wing of the malevolent deity, once an Archangel of the Moon Goddess, a formidable Lower Deity of the Fourth Rank.
Though not as powerful as when the demon god was present, these wings remain a solid Tier 4 Artefact.
And not just any ordinary fourth-rank entity.
Simultaneously, Carl's right hand emanates a pale white aura, effortlessly blocking a dragonkin's claw with a single lift.
His arm, like an indestructible blade, slashes forward, tearing the dragonkin in two.
'The body of a malevolent deity!'
The three demigods observing from afar freeze, fear flashing in their eyes.
'Fortunate we didn't act hastily. Even with the bloodthirsty techniques he's displayed, if we had engaged him, even as a trio, someone might have faced an unfortunate end.'
'At least...'
'His bloodthirst techniques are now exhausted, and his aura weakens. The outcome is sealed!'
The battle rages on.
Carl's wings flap continuously, his arms swinging back and forth, tearing dragonkin apart, shattering mechanical chariots, and crushing divine servants in his path.
Lightning! Fire! Lava!
Gales and torrents!
...
Carl harnesses the various energies of the world, turning them into deadly weapons.
"Swish!"
Twelve towering pillars appear abruptly.
Twelve Star Palace!
Drawing upon the power of the Star Palace, Carl's figure shifts beneath the pillars, extending his endurance.
Time passes slowly.
The sky lightens and darkens, mountains crumble, and low hills emerge.
After days of relentless combat, blood falls like rain. Powerful figures plummet and perish.
Corpses fill the ravines.
Mechanical debris litters the landscape.
Dragonkin, servants, chariots, and chaotic creatures...
A chilling aura permeates the thousand-mile battlefield, as roars and howls gradually fade.
The battling figures above move slower, but with increased efficiency, their strikes becoming swifter.
A punch erupts with force, causing a distant mechanical construct to self-destruct hundreds of meters away.
A palm strike from the side.
A badly wounded dragonkin roars in defiance, its body breaking apart, meeting its end.
...
"Puff!"
Carl's body stiffens.
His dazed eyes regain focus, and he looks down at his chest, letting out a muffled groan.
An ordinary arrow pierces his heart, pinning him in mid-air.
Hunting Arrow!
A Tier 4 Artefact!
"Haha..." A golden, nearly kilometer-long dragon appears above, its laughter echoing:
"Bloodthirst!"
"Your power is but a shadow of its former glory, and your tricks are spent. How do you plan to fight us now?"
"Roar!"
Dragon Flame!
The dragon opened its massive jaws, unleashing a torrent of golden fire from its mouth, engulfing Karl instantly.
Its dragon flame held the might of a Fourth Rank, capable of scorching even lesser deities.
Third Rank...
Once it made contact, it would burn relentlessly, never ceasing until its target's life force was utterly consumed.
Accompanying it were dozens of wind blades that appeared out of thin air, slicing through the void like interdimensional daggers, and piercing Karl's body multiple times in an instant.
"Be careful!" Leopold, holding a longbow, shouted from a distance:
"It's an illusion!"
As the dragon flame and wind blades passed through, the figure quietly dissipated, revealing it to be merely an illusion and not the real body.
---
A few miles away.
Karl slowly materialized, his clothes tattered and his body covered in wounds.
He looked at the three of them, his gaze calm:
"You sure are patient, waiting until now to make your move. Aren't you afraid of a mutiny?"
"Hmph!" Changlong turned and scoffed:
"They're just some dragonkin that can be created at will. With the world's essence in my hands, I can have as many as I want."
"Compared to the fallen divine servants, it's more worthwhile to wear down your strength." Leopold spoke up:
"Bloodlust!"
"The Fourth Rank artifact in your hand has already drained its power, and your demon god body can no longer borrow strength."
"In your current state..."
"How can you fight us?"
"Heh..." Karl chuckled:
"If that's the case, why haven't you made your move?"
A silence fell over the battlefield.
Only the howling wind could be heard.
The reason they spoke so much was to bolster their courage and suppress the fear in their hearts.
Over the past few days, they had witnessed Karl's tireless slaughter, like a god of killing, dominating the battlefield. Even when he was covered in wounds and seemed on the verge of collapse, he could still turn the tables and defeat his opponents.
The mountains of wreckage on the ground were testament to this.
Even a demigod would be afraid!
"Make your move!"
Sack took the initiative, tossing a whistle-like object into the air with one hand.
"Woooo..."
The wind howled mournfully.
Countless wind blades surged from the whistle, forming a wave that rushed towards Karl.
Fourth Rank Artefact - Wind Whistle! Changlong's body shimmered, and golden dragon scales peeled off, swirling around his dragon form.
Divine Art - Dragon Vein Spores! An invisible, colorless force adhered to the dragon scales, and upon contact with flesh, it seeped towards the depths of the bloodline.
This infiltration was, in a sense, irreversible. Once contaminated, it would transform into the offspring of a dragon abomination.
Leopold nocked an arrow, his eyes shimmering with a faint light, locking onto Karl's aura from a distance.
Law of Hit!
The arrow rested on the bow, and though it had yet to be fired, the outcome of a hit was already sealed.
---
Karl, suspended in mid-air, wore a sinister smile.
"If you had attacked me from the start, I might not have been a match, and perhaps I wouldn't have been able to escape."
"Unfortunately..."
"You chose to let others wear down my strength, and only now do you step in to clean up the mess."
"This... has given me an opportunity!"
His gaze fell upon the data panel.
In the essence column, a four-digit number caught his eye.
Essence: 2655
With a Primordial Energy over 100, the ratio of Essence to Energy was 100:1, allowing for a conversion of 26 points.
Allocate Points!
His heart stirred.
The data panel suddenly jumped.
Essence rapidly decreased, leaving only 55 points.
Energy: 126!
---
The sudden surge of power caused Karl to throw his head back and roar, a wild aura erupting from within him.
His Battle Aura seemed to be stimulated, undergoing a unique transformation.
This...
"Fourth Rank!"
"Not good!" Leopold, with the blood of the Hunting Deity, was the first to sense something amiss, shouting loudly:
"He's breaking through! Make your move now!"
(End of Chapter)
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