Capítulo 944: Chapter 467: Sea of Ashes, Vessel of Evernight
“Boom!”
The destructive sound wave crushed the scorching Aurora Sword Light, and Juventus’ figure seed to step back. However, he imdiately made a swinging action, and a more blazing sword light tore through the void, slashing directly.
Ronan threw a second punch fiercely, the ancient Funeral Bell ford from Titanium and Aura lit up with large patches of dark red patterns.
A larger deep red halo blossod.
Third punch!
“Buzz——”
Beneath Ronan’s feet, the entire Dead Sea suddenly quaked to a boil.
The terrifying force of the recoil lashed out, causing the muscles on his punching right arm to explode piece by piece.
“Boom!”
With the fourth punch, Ronan’s chest cracked open, revealing the hard white bones beneath.
As if unaware, he continued to throw the fifth punch.
This ti, his eyes bled, and countless capillaries burst open on the sides of his eyelids…
It seed Ronan knew why the Ancient Yinduo’s Wizards perished.
When this beautiful magical sound played, an invisible force would drive the perforr to play it regardless of everything.
Rip out the vocal cords, dismantle the ribs, tear open the skin, remove the heart….
In his mind, the destruction of Ancient Yinduo and the scenes of countless Zhi Bone Demon Snails shrieking alternately flickered.
Ronan punched continuously, oblivious, unsure of how many tis he had struck the Funeral Bell.
Until the world-ending sound wave gradually subsided, Ronan raised his eyes and saw only a field entirely turned deep red.
At this mont, his eyes were congealed with blood scabs, barely any unblemished skin left on his body, with snowy white ligants exposed outside like broken strings.
The flas of the Phoenix slowly flowed like water, repairing this broken body bit by bit.
Juventus’ figure appeared in his vision, no trace of the Aurora Sword in his hand, with dense cracks covering his body, resembling a delicate porcelain about to shatter.
“Crack——”
With a crisp sound, pieces of glass-like fragnts peeled off from Juventus.
His magic body shattered, gradually revealing his original form.
“Is it worth it?”
Juventus looked at Ronan, speaking calmly.
Ronan smiled and shook his head, “It’s not about worth, this is who I am.”
“Do you think you’ve won?”
Juventus lowered his head, speaking to his palm.
A cluster of golden light burst from his palm, within which a warhamr entwined with thunderfire slowly erged.
“Songlin’s Hamr?!”
Ronan’s eyes slightly froze.
“You recognize it?”
Juventus glanced at him and then continued talking to himself, “Originally, this thod was specially prepared for him…but now, it doesn’t matter.”
“The Black Witch King?”
Ronan instantly understood who Juventus was referring to.
Juventus didn’t respond, simply grasping the hamr’s golden handle lightly.
In an instant, an unprecedented tremor arose from Ronan’s heart.
An invisible wave of energy emanated from Juventus’ hand, spreading instantaneously across the battlefield.
At this mont, inexplicably, all fighting ceased.
Everyone looked up, including the Abyssal Demons seemingly never tired or fearful of death.
All gazes focused on Juventus, the mysterious energy amplifying rapidly around him, forming a transparent vortex in the sky, gathering endless energy, transforming in a blink into an ocean entirely composed of thunder and flas.
And Juventus, holding the warhamr, seed like the true god wielding supre authority over heaven and earth.
From afar, a fierce battle group quieted down, revealing Angelie’s solemn figure amidst floating shadows.
He looked in this direction, behind him, Lide Xin in moth-human form also appeared, noting Juventus at this mont, fear and envy flickered in his eyes, finally turning into a bizarre grin on his face.
Nearby, Selena gazed blankly at the sky, at the figure wielding thunderfire like a god.
Her gaze shifted to another scarred figure, raising her hand as if to grasp sothing, only to let it fall powerlessly.
“Is it going to end…”
Selena murmured, receiving no response, as everyone around was enveloped in imnse despair and gravity.
Under the thickening thunderfire in the sky, they saw no hope of victory.
Everyone silently awaited the arrival of the final judgnt mont.
“You weren’t wrong about one thing.”
Juventus examined the golden warhamr in his hand, elegant and majestic, then looked up at Ronan.
“Prophet Eve indeed deceived …”
“I won’t beco the second Heramus, nor do I need to beco the second Heramus.”
Juventus said mildly, “Whether that person’s bloodline or Heramus’ inheritance, they are rely tools to help reach higher.
A genius like Heramus, in the end, couldn’t escape the fate of death.
But I won’t.”
Juventus gripped the hamr handle tightly, a dazzling light emanating from his slightly squinted eyes, and he said with conviction, “Centuries from now, this continent, and the next, will be filled with legends of Juventus!”
After speaking, countless black threads suddenly shot out from his body.
These black threads instantly extended infinitely, rging into the surrounding hordes of abyssal demons.
Abyssal power-tainted demons silently died without a word, their deaths seemingly nurturing a mysterious force, which, through the conduction of the black threads, continuously gathered into Juventus’s body.
One by one, primordial spirit crystals erged from Juventus.
Unconsciously, Juventus’s figure rose higher, with eight primordial spirit crystals encircling him, he looked down upon Ronan from above.
“Do you know the talent ability that my Primordial Spirit Eight Stars brings?”
A monster with ram horns, a lion’s mane, and a serpent’s tail roared and rushed out from the group of demons, entangled by countless black threads, it emitted a mournful plea, only to be silently drained of all vitality and fall dead in the next mont.
Juventus did not even spare a glance at the dead Chira, instead, he focused intently on what lay before him.
There, under the onslaught of power brought forth by the demise of countless demons, at the center of the eight primordial spirit crystals, another dazzling crystal was rapidly forming.
With satisfaction and a hint of intoxication, Juventus gazed at the ninth crystal that had magically appeared, softly saying, “It is completion.
By paying a certain price, I and the flaws in my bloodline foundation, temporarily elevating my primordial spirit to the nine-star level.
The Ancient Witch Revival Association perfected this talent for . Now, I don’t even need to bear this price; the effect has beco permanent…”
The nine primordial spirit crystals arranged themselves in the shape of a crown in the void, slowly “worn” upon Juventus’s head.
Juventus’s imposing force, already terrifying, now reached an unprecedented peak.
Strikes of thunder and flas fell, condensing into a throne beneath Juventus. He, crowned and wielding a golden warhamr, was donned piece by piece in Heramus’s Magic Control Set.
In that mont, he was suprely noble and matchless, with nothing in the world capable of diminishing his brilliance in the slightest.
He looked down at Ronan with eyes filled with near-pity.
“Now, your last and only superiority before is gone.
As fellow inheritors of Heramus, I decided long ago to let you be the first to witness my full grandeur.”
With these words, Juventus slowly raised the hand holding the golden warhamr.
The sea of thunderfire, churning for ages in the sky, began to descend, forming a massive funnel, its bottom precisely positioned upon the warhamr.
The vast and overwhelming power poured in, centering on the golden warhamr, revealing countless rule lines in the void, birthing….
At that mont, every heart present plumted harshly; they sensed the sky had thickened into an iron slab, relentlessly pressing down, striving to crush everything beneath without rcy, obliterating it.
Countless figures fell to their knees, leaving Ronan the sole one standing amidst the vast battlefield space.
He bore the brunt of all the pressure.
The wounds on him, not yet healed, cracked and burst open under this imnse weight…
Unconsciously, Ronan was bathed in his own blood.
Yet it seed he was utterly insensitive to this pressure; his deanor and his gaze remained remarkably calm throughout.
A speck of gray suddenly appeared before Ronan.
Like ash-gray snow, or burned-out embers.
Juventus noticed this speck of gray, a faint mockery in his eyes, wanting to speak, but Ronan was already speaking.
“I told you long ago, you were deceived by those people at the Ancient Witch Revival Association…”
Ronan looked at the gray snow before him and extended his hand, nine radiant primordial spirit crystals appearing in his palm.
Ronan reached out and grasped the largest one, as if holding a ripe fruit.
An indescribably strange pulsation emanated from Ronan’s fingers. Juventus’s eyes flickered montarily, and in the next second, he rapidly swung the golden warhamr towards Ronan.
“Boom!”
The terrifying pressure that had built to its peak was entirely released; endless thunder and flas cascaded down like a sky leak.
Before the countless thunder slurry and flas completely subrged Ronan’s figure, he made a motion of clenching his fist.
The final words softly drifted out.
“You have no idea… what true primordial spirit and nine stars truly an!”
“Whoosh—”
The endless thunderfire fell, conjuring a truly apocalyptic scene.
For a mont, ti itself appeared to slow, as everyone dazedly witnessed the terrifying sight of the Hamr of Judgnt descending.
However, after just half a breath.
A speck of gray abruptly appeared within the thunderfire, followed by its frenzied expansion.
In an instant, the grayness overwheld all the thunderfire.
In the sky, Juventus’s face showed a look of shock for the first ti. He rose abruptly from the throne, attempting to speak in disbelief.
In the next mont, that ashen color devoured him, the heavens behind him, every trace of everything completely.
In the vast, boundless grayness, tenfold more imnse than the previous ocean of thunderfire, everyone seed to glimpse—
An ancient forbidden colossus tearing through the ocean composed of ashes.
Shattering everything.
Incinerating everything.
Cleansing everything.
In a daze, Ronan’s figure appeared within the infinite gray.
His hair flew wildly, arms spread wide, as if reverently welcoming so arrival.
“The Sea of Ashes…”
“The Eternal Night, the Ark!”
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