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Chapter 806: Hyberian's Merogath Form (Part 1)
Chapter 806: Hyberian's Merogath Form (Part 1)
The capital of the Krei Xi Empire, Brilerda, stood amidst the majestic Ostelogao peaks. It was encircled by lush pine forests, and the undulating city center was adorned with a majestic milky-colored structure.
Imperial Military Staff Headquarters and Imperial Army General Command.
As the highest military command of the Imperial Army, it was responsible for formulating the grand military strategic guidelines for the entire empire, coordinating and deploying the various military branches, and ensuring the security of every inch of its territory.
Deep within this majestic structure lay the Godly Descendant Hall.
It resembled an underground theater, surrounded by twelve imposing archways. The dome above was adorned with a mural composed of countless glowing immortal crystals, radiating a dazzling display of light that reflected upon the dark marble floor, transforming it into a river of stars.
This was the exclusive meeting place of the Twelve Army Gods and the most enigmatic forbidden zone of the Krei Xi Empire.
Even in times of peace, a powerful individual possessing ninth-stage strength would be completely unable to breach the defenses maintained by half of the Army Gods.
However, with most of the Army Gods currently engaged in battles far away, including the Sixth Army God, Violette, who had left to explore Lake Staatbergen in the neighboring province of Botswana, the Godly Descendant Hall had become relatively deserted.
Often, only the First Army God, Haxintos, remained stationed here.
At this moment, the Godly Descendant Hall was especially empty.
Directly below the transparent glass mirror at the center of the round table lay the forbidden zone of the Godly Descendant Hall.
Deep underground, a black Rubik's Cube emanated an eerie red glow as it was bound to a stone pedestal by layers of chains. Pillars of forbidden magic surrounded it, emitting a sinister aura.
No one noticed that within the mirror-like surface of the Rubik's Cube lay an infinite Phantom Realm.
...
In the exiled void world, all colors had been stripped away, leaving behind an endless expanse of grayness. It was a desolate wasteland, devoid of any life, with nothing but charred ruins and bleached bones scattered across it.
The black desert occasionally trembled, as if something beneath the surface was stirring.
Howling cold winds swept across the land, carrying with them the scent of blood.
Within this silent void, a figure gradually emerged.
"Fifty-five days..."
He was clad in a black robe, almost blending into the dim environment.
His handsome and profound countenance was filled with vigilance, and his brown hair fluttered in the wind. There was no trace of abandonment in his eyes.
At this moment, he had lost the graceful demeanor he once possessed, replaced by a weary and scarred appearance.
The rare stubble on his otherwise gentle visage added a touch of worldly ruggedness to his countenance.
Lorren had been struggling in this nightmare-like world for dozens of days.
After being sealed by the Third Army God, Jasper of Entanglement, he had been cast into the inner world of the Phantom Realm, a place from which he could never escape.
Rather than a tranquil void, it was a relentless hellscape that constantly sought to end his life.
Black mist surged towards Lorren from the horizon, and dark clouds loomed overhead, accompanied by a thunderous roar that pierced his eardrums. The very earth trembled beneath his feet.
That was not black mist, but a swarm of void creatures that blotted out the sky.
Boom!!!
The ground before Lorren suddenly shook violently, and grayish-black dust exploded in the air, mixing with volcanic ash that spewed from a fissure. The crack snaked its way across the wasteland from the depths, twisting and turning, eventually widening to a dozen or so meters.
Snake-like ultra-gigantic void creatures poured out from the fissure, followed by a horde of void beasts. They resembled worms, beasts, and ghouls—an ugly lot, exuding a putrid stench and an aura so venomous it was as if the dregs of hell had been cast into the mortal realm.
Just then, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through the otherwise dead silent void.
Lorren's hands came together, and a torrent of violent air currents instantly converged into a silver vortex in his palms.
The next second, the vortex exploded, transforming into a hurricane that roared towards the army of void creatures.
Countless wind blades flashed within the hurricane, sharp as knives. Wherever they passed, void creatures were sliced into pieces, giant snakes were chopped into segments, and black blood splattered.
"Beast tide number one thousand five hundred and sixty-two."
Lorren silently mouthed, his breath ragged but his guard never wavered.
The air currents swirling around him emanated a chilly radiance, and the powers of wind and thunder raged by his side.
Whenever he lifted his hand, lightning would converge, then surge forth with a force that uprooted everything in its path. Nothing could withstand the might of nature that exploded with the sound of crashing thunder, leaving no void creature alive in its wake.
Initially, faced with the ferocious and terrifying onslaught of the void creatures, he had found himself pushed to the brink of survival countless times.
However, through the relentless and brutal slaughter and deadly struggles, he had gradually grasped the laws of survival within this Phantom Realm.
Battling the void creatures was a contest of survival of the fittest.
Wind blades converged in Lorren's hands, and with a mere wave, he could shred the encroaching void worms. Thunder crashed down from the heavens, turning giant void beasts into charcoal.
Each battle altered the face of this land.
The earth was cleaved into fragments, mountains were blasted into rubble, and everything in the path of the hurricane was flattened.
Gradually, Lorren's demeanor transformed from nervousness to calm amidst the slaughter.
This cruel battle had become the norm of his life.
[Witness, a power that surpasses all limits.]
Even with the aid of divine arts, Lorren could not fully decipher the foreign divine will that echoed in his ears and enveloped the world around him.
From within the depths of the dark clouds, a violet-red eye slowly opened, an ill omen shimmering within its pupil.
Loren knew that within the illusory domain, there were probably a few of the strongest void creatures. They were immortal in this space, as if they were part of it. Even Loren found it difficult to defeat them head-on and could only do his best to avoid them.
The next moment, the earth shattered, and a rift several kilometers long appeared before Loren. Void creatures poured out like a tidal wave, flapping and roaring as they charged towards him.
At the same time, Loren's eyes narrowed, and his pupils overflowed with electric light.
Lightning struck down from the heavens, hitting the center of the hurricane with pinpoint accuracy.
The battle erupted once more.
Half a shichen later.
Snow-white light cleaved through the sky, turning the remaining corpses of the void creatures into ashes.
As the last void creature fell, the raging winds gradually subsided, and the lightning faded away.
Loren stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, unmoving like a war god overlooking all living beings.
His brown hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands.
His cold and stern countenance held a sharp gaze, and he panted, finally able to catch his breath.
He never expected that the saying, "Throw them into desperate straits, and they will survive; put them in mortal danger, and they will live," would one day come true for him.
"Geyatt... With my current strength, I could fight you with one hand tied behind my back."
Loren clenched his fist, unsure of his exact power level.
"Just wait until the day the military gods release me. Let's see how many of them I can take on."
Perhaps only the first military god, Haecintos, the Seat of Adamant, would be an exception.
He would never lose to any opponent again.
The swirling airflow around him continued to whirl and roar, faintly transforming into a continuous rumble of thunder.
That aura of looking down on the world and despising all things made even the void creatures shiver.
With that, Loren strode forward, his black robe fluttering in the wind, gradually disappearing into the distance amid the storm.
...
At the same time, on the other side.
In the city of Brilerda.
Within the second Void Gate, under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Shadow World Management Bureau.
A threshold space was still in the calculation state.
"We have more people on our side, so the calculation will probably take a little longer than Lanchi's side."
Xiobailian patiently waited for her reward, chatting with Antanas and Sinnora.
Standing in the Starry Square where she currently was, she looked forward to the broad starry canopy above, shrouded in mist, making the twinkling stars even more enchanting.
The four great demons who had entered through this portal with her were all present.
"I'm just glad you're safe. I've been worried about you ever since you left the Demon King City of Necallis."
Sinnora held Xiobailian's hands, concern evident in her voice.
"I had a great time at the Inferno Corridor Academy..."
Xiobailian said a little embarrassedly.
She knew that Sinnora had been worried about her. After all, in Iqirite, the two of them were inseparable, playing together every day. But in the Shadow World, they had been separated for over ten days.
"That's good, then."
Sinnora breathed a sigh of relief.
She and Antanas had already received their rewards and were now waiting for the Ice Witch, Pranay, and Xiobailian's final rewards.
Sinnora never expected her reward to be related to the first general of the Demon World's first army group, General Ogulin, from the Shadow World era.
【Right Gauntlet of the Mighty General】
【Category: Equipment Card】
【Grade: Pink Sacred】
【Attribute: Slash】
【Tier: 8】
【Effect: Increases the intensity of slashing attribute attacks when worn.】
【Note: The sharp sword intent of the Mighty Lord Ogulin, along with the white chainmail gauntlet he wore while slaying powerful foes.】
It was made from a platinum-colored Necallis steel, reflecting a cold sheen in the dim light.
The gauntlet's surface was covered in a layer of chainmail, with the scales arranged in a streamlined pattern. The flexible structure bore the imprint of the Demon King's military order.
The knuckle joints were reinforced with sharp metal edges, protecting the finger joints and enhancing the destructive power of punches. A block of dark red gemstone with distinct edges was inlaid on the back of the hand, and the soft feathers lining the inside of the gauntlet ensured comfort even after prolonged battles.
The wrist was adorned with a beast-faced metal buckle, both domineering and securely fastening the gauntlet to prevent it from slipping off during intense battles.
For Sinnora, the right gauntlet of the Mighty Lord enhanced her second-best attribute, 'Counter.' In addition to her most proficient 【Counter】 disruption ability, wearing this piece of equipment also slightly strengthened her primary attack method, 【Slash】.
"You four must have had a tough time."
Xiobailian could sense that the four of them seemed to have gone through a fierce battle and were not in their best condition as they arrived at the threshold space.
The only tiring part of this Shadow World for her was sneaking around with Tamisha from the Demon King City of Necallis to the Inferno City of Pascual.
Things started to feel familiar when she met Lanchi.
The more Xiobailian thought about it, the guiltier she felt.
The last few days had been excessive.
She had been having fun with Lisandra at the Inferno Corridor Academy, and she hadn't been this happy in the present world.
Perhaps it was because, in the beginning, everyone in Iqirite thought she was an outcast and didn't want to play with her. But in the Inferno Corridor Academy, everyone treated her like a princess, and she even had Lisandra as a close friend.
"Er... Actually..."
Antanas rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly uncomfortable.
The Ice Witch didn't know how to respond either.
In fact, the four of them had been indulging in the decadent lifestyle of Necallis for the first ten days or so, and only made a substantial effort in the last few days, and that was a sure-win situation.
It felt a bit like they had coasted through.
But because they had assisted the third ancestor, Rashar, in the final stretch, all four of them received rewards, leading Xiobailian to mistakenly believe that their contribution level was quite high.
If they followed the level calculation method of Iqirite, Antanas, Sinnora, and Pranay would have progressed from levels 81, 82, and 83 to 82, 83, and 84, respectively. For the eighth tier, this level of improvement was already quite significant.
The Ice and Snow Witch had also leveled up from 85 to 86, and she contributed the most in the battle against Lashiel.
It was like finding a general among a group of short people.
The pink sacred reward was completely undeserved.
Anthanasius received equipment similar to Cynora's, also belonging to the power of the Wanwei Lord Ogulin:
【The Gauntlets of the Wanwei General-Left】
Category: Equipment Card
Grade: Pink Sacred
Attribute: Basic
Rank: 8
Effect: When equipped, greatly increases the four basic attributes of strength, magic, stamina, and spirit.
Note: The black gauntlet that the Wanwei Lord Ogulin uses to guard the Devil's World, acknowledging the ascetic's dedication.
It is meticulously crafted from fine dragon leather, displaying a deep obsidian hue. The palm and finger sections are covered with flexible Nakalis steel, perfectly conforming to the user's hand contours. The metal surface is etched with intricate zigzag patterns, resembling the skin of a magic dragon, providing not only excellent protection but also bestowing the user with the blessings of the magic dragon's might.
At the wrist, a circle of barbs transforms into Devil World thorns, simultaneously serving as a formidable defense mechanism for the gauntlets.
Compared to Cynora's 'The Gauntlets of the Wanwei General-Right', it has less offensive capability but is more versatile and can be equipped by anyone.
"It would be great if we could get our hands on the Wanwei Lord's swords as well."
Anthanasius gazed at her new equipment, her eyes gleaming with greed.
She had just realized that the Devil World General, Wanwei Lord, possessed exceptional equipment. Her own equipment cards from many years ago had long been confiscated by the Protoss Empire when she was imprisoned.
"Forget it. Those swords are probably epic-level, and we aren't qualified to obtain his weapons."
Planae shook his head.
Moreover, none of them knew how to wield a sword.
Planae had the most accurate understanding of the strengths of the Demon Lords related to the Desecration Lord lineage.
Wanwei Lord Ogulin was not only the strongest Demon Lord General apart from the Desecration Lord, but his weapons were also exceedingly powerful, allowing him to suppress the ninth progenitor, Marquis Bernhard, despite his immortality.
In reality, if it were a weaker Demon Lord, such as their old friend, the space demon, Apo, he would not stand a chance against Marquis Bernhard, even with home-field advantage.
As they chatted, a pink radiance began to materialize before Planae.
(End of Chapter)
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