Capítulo 989: Chapter 968: Na
The man whose entire body was adorned with the draft and whose body flowed with the essence of forbidden techniques and the nature of reversal, swaggered right into the Church Court.
Golden brilliance, the relief sculptures on the walls narrated the epic of the Church’s founding.
In terms of scale and wealth, it was a hundred tis grander than the Reversed Church.
Innurable corpses of martyrs piled up at the center of the Church Court, these corpses, long influenced by the Holy King, actually exuded golden liquid from their features, painting a golden mountain.
Above the golden mountain, there was a throne.
The Holy King himself, also one of the avatars of the second Death Row Inmate, was seated above, wearing a jeweled crown, awaiting the arrival of heretics.
However,
He seed captivated by the scenery outside the Church Court, shocked by the invading scenes of Hell, and his Holy Church Army was retreating steadily.
The army ford by the Golden Church, though not the strongest among past imperial powers, held a dium level and added significant color to history, but was now defeated.
While he was engrossed in this grand war, soone had already arrived behind him.
The golden mountain of martyrs couldn’t stop this person’s ascent, his coming was unhindered.
Emperor Mura had already stood behind the throne, his arm making a sweeping motion, directly piercing through the chair’s back along with the Holy King’s body.
A fresh golden heart was held in his hand.
Bang!! He crushed it.
The Holy King died, the throne collapsed.
The entire golden mountain of martyrs began to tremble; these corpses unexpectedly began to actively dissolve, reshaping…
Ultimately,
A god’s image revealed completely, a golden giant with flowing golden hair was molded into form.
His left hand was laden with rolls of golden teachings, the inscriptions upon which could block the flow of energy outside the Church, negating all heretical energies.
His right arm held a hamrhead ford entirely from the skulls of all the martyrs, symbolizing judgnt and divine punishnt.
This was the Holy King’s true form, sufficient for ascending to Heaven.
Due to the continued existence of the teachings, all of Mura’s techniques were locked away, even the simplest magic couldn’t be perford.
[Complete Silence]
For Mura, who hailed from a mage’s background, this was nothing less than a nesis-like existence.
The entire Church Court also saw Mura, such a heretic, as an enemy, golden chains rose from the ground, binding his body.
Judgnt.
The heavy hamr struck down, cri judgnt!
Ding…
The golden chains binding Mura’s body for so reason spontaneously disintegrated, dismantled into the most basic units of Holy Elents.
Mura did not evade but used those special eyes to observe, imdiately analyzing the energy flow within.
Looking at the approaching hamr, he suddenly delivered a palm strike.
In terms of size,
His palm was less than 1% of the hamr’s surface, and the strength disparity exceeded thousands, tens of thousands, but…
Accompanied by the touch of his palm,
The hamr instantly deviated, the wrist joint directly exploded, even causing the Holy King’s body to lose balance. The golden form fell heavily to the ground, shaking the entire Church Court.
Mura remained unmoved, not even taking a single step.
It seed that the palm just reversed the flow within the opponent’s body, yet it seed Mura was not rely a pure mage.
Although he had the highest mage title, he still achieved a B rating in the fitness testing projects of the Central Prison.
Not only that,
The eyes of [Observation] allowed him to see through everything, all thods could perfectly target the weaknesses for effective attacks.
Suddenly, the top of the Church Court began to “rain.”
Droplets of golden liquid seeped down, turning into golden spears during the fall, piercing the ground.
The spears falling upon the Holy King would directly rge into his body, aiding in repair, whereas for Mura, they offered absolute attribute suppression and physical piercing.
Ding ding ding…
Continuous sound of iron striking spread,
Mura, imprinted with the reversed draft, isolated from reality, such level of attacks could only disrupt the vision, unable to affect his true form.
However, the Holy King had already stood up.
The giant hamr was disassembled and reshaped into a sharp giant sword, directly piercing towards Mura, even causing space where it passed to seep golden liquid.
Impossible to dodge, surely a hit.
Yet Mura simply took a slight step back, pointing a finger!
Finger collided with the giant sword tip.
Ding!
Finger was cut open, bleeding.
The internal structure of the giant sword was entirely disrupted, inversely crossed.
Bam! Completely shattered.
Even the Holy King’s entire arm exploded alongside, the internal bone and flesh structure thoroughly chaotic.
[Reverse Progression – Inner Deception]
Just as the Holy King was about to repair his body,
Mura darted forward, placing his palm against the Holy King’s abdon.
[Inch Force]
Unlike conventional Inch Force, Mura can precisely specify which parts to reverse and which parts to remain unchanged. His body is like a spring, first undergoing extre compression, then releasing in reverse.
Boom!
This strike directly shattered the entire abdon of gold.
The Holy King’s golden body was sent flying, though the power was great enough, it wasn’t sufficient to kill him.
However, Mura never had the intention to kill; he rely sent him to a suitable [location].
Spine flowing, Demon King descends!
Luo Di, who was hastily preparing for the Church Court, rose into the air and delivered a beheading blow.
No process,
just the corresponding result.
The Holy King’s body was severed in one stroke,
and then torn into pieces by beasts, destroying all the golden scrolls used to seal magic.
[Forbidden Technique – Absolute Annihilation]
Mura snapped his fingers, and the remaining body parts were enveloped in a black coffin, completely disintegrating the structure and ensuring total death.
History was altered, and the Holy Ceremony of the Golden Holy Church was declared a failure.
Ping…
The scene shattered, returning to the Central Prison, the white space sealed by the Moon God.
The Hell army recruited by Luo Di were rely consciousness projections, returning ho as the war ended.
Clap, clap, clap~
Applause echoed from the dinsional rift,
the second death row inmate, with hair in the shape of the cosmos, reappeared, a tribal-like youthful face playing out a smile. He wasn’t angry about the war’s loss but was surprisingly pleased.
Though his true form remained perfect, finally, so change occurred.
On his wrist’s divine status bracelet, one golden divine status turned dim, no longer emitting its corresponding divinity.
Yet the divine status still existed; it only needed post-war maintenance to recover.
“A rare historical change; you indeed are different from the rest.
Let’s continue, continue to witness my past journey, see how much history you can change, how long you can persist…”
Just as the second death row inmate was about to showcase the next historic battle,
Mura stepped forward, using a secret technique to amplify his voice, filling the entire space.
“Many death row inmates have died during the ga. The malice overflowing from their bodies is accelerating the process, that dark red will descend earlier than expected.
So, let’s stop playing these childish gas.
Besides,
I have a personal question… the vast majority of death row inmates have [nas], and feel proud of them.
But you seem to be hiding your real na; as far as I know, everyone seems to only know you as the ‘second death row inmate.’
If it’s just because you look down on us, the recent battle should suffice to prove us wrong.
Before continuing the duel, I, Mura, want to know your na.”
This sudden question made the second death row inmate hesitate for a mont.
Contrary to Mura’s speculation, he did not look down on anyone; even before Mura appeared, he had given Luo Di a very high evaluation.
Nas,
are very special to him, and he is not accustod to ntioning them actively.
The sudden ntioning made him sowhat sentintal, recalling past events. Very few, if any, beings ever asked for his na.
“The universe created but did not bestow the na that all beings should have. I traversed different civilizations, lived different lives, yet all life I encountered only dared to call [King].
Until the Prison Director imprisoned ,
He was my equal, sotis even above .
We chatted casually, discussing nas.
He did not grant a na from a high place but sought my opinion, and together we constructed a na.
[Gold Kim]
“It’s a homophone with ‘King,’ can refer to my favorite gold, and serves as the simplest form of address.”
As the second death row inmate revealed his na, all the kingly figures began to converge inward, and the divine statuses worn on his wrist, symbolizing becoming kings in different histories, started to fuse.
Transforming into a weapon imbued with cosmic color… a gold-colored spear in the shape of a key.
Upon seeing this key,
the always composed Mura, surprisingly began to sweat.
The observational essence embedded in his eyes could not penetrate.
When he looked at the true form of the second death row inmate, he saw him seemingly suspended in mid-air, above the dinsion, about to reach a higher realm.
This realm, it seems, only the forr Prison Director had ever reached…
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