Chapter 222 - The Kings of the Primordial Tower!
For the first ti, tearing the veil of blurriness, his eyes appeared in the audience's vision.
Pure red were his reptilian pupils with cursed runic marks in them, and the surrounding sclera wasn't white, but black like a mass of even purer darkness.
Those who didn't know this change in appearance was the result of Murasa's Skill, Little War Horn, could only think that Red's true hair and eyes were of red color.
As the 4 Queensguards lunged at him from all directions, Red blurred, leaving behind a redder shadow.
The massive creatures fell, one by one, and the mont they struck the rocky ground, their bodies broke apart in a hundred parts.
The king stood up, and even Shadow Origin's eyes were shaking as blood rushed to his brain. "Red..." he muttered excitedly. "Is that what one looks like after abandoning their humanity?"
"No." The King declared. "This one... never had it, to begin with. Impressive!"
Red left behind a reddish-black trail as he rushed to kill the queen, but her tail was faster than Kai, and stronger still. Like a whip it ca down, swooping on him, and as he took a defensive posture, the tail changed direction midair and went for his leg.
In one move, the Queen cut Red's left leg from his knee.
Blood splattered everywhere, and then the tail returned, even faster than before. It hit him in the chest and sent him flying.
Boom!
The tension in the Throne Hall was palpable.
Did he have any trump cards left? Would he live or die now? Could he escape? The audience was drunk on adrenaline and excitent.
"I never thought I would have these feelings again," King Purple Mist said, his voice ethereal. "I had forgotten how good it must feel... fighting to the death."
Beside the king, Shadow Origin's face paled at hearing those words, a shadow of deep horror darkening his eyes.
And then sothing stirred on the other side of the screen.
Red ca crawling out of the rubble.
The Queen Xenomorph roared at him before rushing to finish the job.
The red-haired, Blood Demon stood up on one leg, his swords in his hands.
"Only 15 seconds left to his Skill, Little War Horn," Shadow Origin comnted. "What can he do in 15 seconds?!"
"Hehe-Haha-HAHA!" the king laughed, and a long, purple tongue, covered in strange diagrams, slithered out of the purple mist.
Shadow Origin backed away, terrified at the king's state.
On the screen, Red crouched with one leg and crossed his arms as if hugging himself.
Suddenly, a bronze spartan helt appeared over his head, and his entire body ballooned up, massive muscles bulging all over his body, his veins pounding under his skin.
In this state, this puny Contestant looked like a raging Demon with his long hair flailing behind him, and the humongous Queen Xenomorph almost towering over him.
Her tail, arm, and her mouth everything ca to finish him at once.
One mont Red was there. In the other, he was not.
The entire screen felt frozen as if soone had paused it.
Then one straight line appeared on the black shiny exoskeleton of the Queen, running from her head to her butt. Another line appeared across her body, around her waist.
As the four parts fell, her acidic blood spurted out like a hot geyser.
And behind this green acidic geyser, they could see Red, standing in the darkness like a God of Wrath, Rage, and Destruction.
His back tall, scarred, and proud.
This was how one needed to live. And this was how one needed to die.
"No, your grace!" Shadow Origin cried. "Don't!"
But the king had already disappeared.
...
Sowhere in the Primordial Tower, there was a vast field with blood-sodden grounds.
From the east, a purple hue rose, advancing towards the center of this field. As it ca closer, the purple hue beca a mist, until finally, one could see a tiny figure of a man inside it, walking with slow steps.
He paused, looked up, and then a hideous purple Will exploded out of him, reaching to the furthest points in all directions. Purple bolts of lightning thundered around him, reaching from earth to heavens.
No. These bolts weren't ethereal. This lightning was as real as anything could be.
As the world rumbled around this purple figure, another man ca walking towards him from the west. He was wearing a black suit and pants, and there was a straw hat on his head.
"You ca — " the purple figure said, but the voice originated from the entire world, from the purple lightning, and the purple mist.
"Hahaha!" the man in suit and pants laughed, the straw hat hiding his face. He seed to stop, but then he lifted his right leg once more and put it down.
With this step, a golden aura exploded out of him.
Simultaneously, golden flas sprouted from the man's body, and 21 black balls appeared around him.
The Golden Haki clashed with the Purple One.
A black tear ran down in between, the space breaking apart like a rotten piece of cloth.
Both figures charged at each other.
Two lightsabers appeared in the purple figure's hands, and thousands of imperceivable beasts made of purple lightning materialized all around him.
The one with the straw hat blew in his arm, becoming a massive round giant. With the Golden Chakra giving him a sun-like glow and the 21 black balls rotating around him, he looked like a planetary system by himself.
"Hey!" a female's voice echoed in their surroundings suddenly. "Don't leave
behind."
A pink cot fell from heaven, and as the purple and the golden figure were about to clash, it shouted, "United States of... SMASH!"
The three figures' attacks landed at a point.
But a child was already standing there.
The child looked around 11 years old, had long, black hair, and was wearing a traditional Chinese Hanfu Cloak.
Not caring about the incoming world-ending attacks, he shook his head. "Kids these days," he sighed. "Can't even let an old man pray in silence."
His tiny hands lifted slowly, and ti slowed down.
In this instant, all could only see his hands moving fra by fra, and then his palms pressed together.
The three purple, golden, and pink figures looked up towards the sky.
A black Buddha, as big as an entire world, with hundreds of thousands of arms was looking down at them with a devilish affection.
...
In so distant dinsion, a being with dark red armor opened his eyes. Only a few knew his Code Na, but so said he was the strongest Contestant below the 7th Set.
The King of the Red Castle — the Red God of Shinobi!
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