The mont I activate my new buff, the [Noble Bloodline Transformation], the strange vibrations I can barely sense around the Exile Guardian beco magnified; and the sa frequency begins to radiate from my own body.
It creates a strange resonance, and everything happens extrely quick.
I close and open my eyes to unseal this power, and it floods outward, not from a single source, but from within every cell in my being.
It feels like I'm viewing the world around from a higher frequency of understanding that I didn't even realize existed before.
All of the ringing in my ears stops.
The foggy mind, being attacked by the Guardian's ntal attacks, clears to a peaceful silence.
Best of all, my vision and perception of the world around becos crystal clear, and everything slows down by what feels like a thousand tis.
I don't even have to use my All-Seeing Eye or Ether Senses to see.
It is all just crystal clear...
My muscles fill with newfound elasticity and strength, hardening and strengthening the actual physical muscle fibers; and my skin becos glossy and glows like jade as energy flows through it, amplifying every bit of power that ripples through .
I feel my body grow to ten tis its size, and take a deep breath as if it's the first true breath I've ever taken.
My body glows with an ethereal white energy as the Ether within my body expands and reacts with this sudden change.
The frail do of demonic energy surrounding shatters from this release of power, and the excess white ethereal shimring light bursts upward in a pillar.
I feel my Astral Form expanding multiple tis its size as well, making the Guardian, whom monts ago I thought of as an indestructible, immovable monstrous force, now look like a small helpless animal.
Without hesitating at all, I swing my sword downward in a fluid and graceful motion.
Its Spiked Soul Weapon shatters, its eye is split in two, and the hot red and white blade slices through the two-kiloter-tall Noble Demonic Cyclops Guardian like butter, shattering its cores and making contact with the ground beneath its feet as if it isn't even there.
The shockwave of this destructive slice creates a five-kiloter-deep and fifty-kiloter-wide ravine in the center of the central peak, and completely obliterates the Guardian, leaving only fragnts of its armor and flesh behind.
The dark blotches of demonic energy and cracks on my Astral Form completely disappear the instant the white ethereal glow ripples through them.
Though, as fast as my enemy is killed, I deactivate my Astral Form in the sa mont.
My thought process has beco crisp and calculated, making no room for errors or confusion.
Keeping this massive fifteen-kiloter-tall form activated, that is changing the air pressure and gravity for tens of thousands of kiloters in all directions, is no longer necessary.
It bursts in a shimring white and green glow the mont the job is done, leaving just my Noble Human form behind, hovering over the ravine I've created, that has split the top of the mountain in two.
My body glows white, and the sword in my hand contrasts my being with a bright crimson glow, while swirling energy forms around in green, white, red, purple, and black wisps. The Exile Guardian's being is absorbed into , and its Soul Weapon's remains flow into my sword as I float still in the air.
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Skill: Berserker
Upgrade: Divine Grade
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Skill: Perfect Strike [Divine Grade]
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[Congratulations! Rising Emperor's Domain Milestone Reached!]
[1242/1000 Worlds Claid]
[New Perk Unlocked: Authority among Worlds]
Info:
New Update to the [World Wide Connectivity System][i] Granted Solely to the Rising Emperor!
The Rising Emperor may now borrow an additional 5% of all Base Stat Points and Mana Control efficiency from all subordinates under the allegiance of the Rising Emperor.
The caster may only borrow or share exclusively; both actions cannot be perford simultaneously.
mbers affected by this perk are not required to be within range of the Rising Emperor's Domain.
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This buff stacks with the [Ruler of Worlds] perk, [World Collector] perk, [World Domination] perk, [Imperial Reach] perk, [Expansion] perk, [Dominance] perk, [Authority] perk, [Power Holder] perk, and [Ruler's Gaze] perk if used simultaneously.
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These notifications echo in my mind while the green light on my bright white hand glows with a [1242] and my level hits [Lv. 33,189].
I feel extrely high grade worlds boosting my stats, stronger than any of the 2nd grade worlds I've managed to acquire so far, and my total available pull rise to 65% of all the beings on them; but my mind is wisped away to relive the Guardians long life of mories before I get a close look.
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The start of its journey feels very familiar, just like Drako Vermillion, born into chaos, on a world densely packed with Demonic energy, and extrely vast.
Unlike the demon's mories I vividly rember, this monster's life flashes by extrely quickly. Its only defining monts where ti seems to slow down are during imnse battles, where it becos very injured or wins by extrely small margins.
It roams these dark lands as a mindless beast for thousands of years, so long it is impossible to keep count. I guesstimate it is anywhere from 7 to 10 thousand years, roaming alone on a Noble Grade World, killing and battling to the death with every monster it deems a threat.
A strange phenonon happens the day a demon visits its world.
Clearly, it is not a Noble Demon, but it has a True Yellow Core, so must be at least 2nd or 1st Class.
The Demonic Cyclops stands its ground against it, fighting the longest battle of its life, and ultimately killing even this intruder; spreading divine threads throughout its world despite there not being large spatial deposits in this Sector of the Galaxy.
Its battered body slowly absorbs the raw yellow threads scattered around its world, and eventually awakens its own yellow core.
anwhile, more demons from the Four Great Families were sent out here again to do prospecting, and every ti, no one ever made it back from this demonic world alive.
Every new demon it killed, the more raw divine threads spread throughout the world, and the stronger it beca; eventually compressing its true core and slowly reaching the saturation point.
That is, until one day, a strange shadowy figure with long horns entered this Cyclops's life.
The mories associated with this day only tell of imnse fear, sorrow, and defeat.
For so reason, within this Cyclops's mind, all that is left in place of this ten-year gap in its mories is a dark demonic veil of mystery.
The mories give off a vibration, similar to that of a Noble Resonance, but as more mories flow by, it's hard to see and feel exactly what has already passed.
The next thing I see is this Demonic Beast in the Upper Realm, on a strange dark citadel.
It has a True Green Core awakened, and from the looks of it, in the ti its mories were erased, it awakened a mana-based system with levels and skills. It holds a spiked soul weapon too.
Another 5 to 8 thousand years pass, the Cyclops lives alone in this dark citadel, but as years pass, more visitors co by.
Two of which stand out to a lot: there are two noble Demons. One nad Andras, and another nad Sisco.
Endless days of sparring turn into weeks, months, years, and centuries.
New Avatar changes and upgrades are granted by a voice in the Cyclops's head, and it accepts without question.
Weaker 1st Class demons watch the sparring matches in awe, and the Cyclops even watches other demons spar within this citadel made of thousands of large training cubes.
It is soon nad The Fortress, and the Cyclops overhears demons talking of the Ellipsia Citadel, the nsa Citadel, each of them where the two Noble Demons co from; and word of a Grand Citadel as well, where strong demons can leave the Fortress and try to impress the family heads.
While this beast isn't an intellectual, it grasps the concepts of what others say, and after thousands of years of repetition, it definitely understands.
Though, every ti it gets into a rhythm of life, there is always a disruption in its mories.
Once, the first ti it was shipped off to the Grand Citadel, a fifty-year block is missing, and again, a few thousand years later when a shadowy horned figure ca to visit The Fortress.
All that remains in the dead Guardian's mind is pure terror and a re shadow of this being.
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The last 10 to 12 thousand years of its life are quite simple, and fly by the fastest.
All of its training, and years of fear and loyalty that have been instilled into it, are consolidated into a single task.
Not much is explained to the beast, as it just receives new Avatar commands, and is limited to only staying within a fifty-kiloter radius above this peak and ordered to shovel worlds off above a certain height and kill all intruders.
However, from the words of many escaped exiles, and Lords roaming the mountains below for millennia as this Guardian watched, I can tell this is the result of a new leader in charge.
Every few hundred years, a family sparring partner stops by, Andras Vermillion, to check up on the zones and see how the Guardian is doing with a quick spar atop the peak to make sure it's not growing old and weak.
However, other than that, there are no Lords that ever co close to its imnse power.
As the many years of solitude move by, the fear and imagery of a shadowy horned figure never leave this monster's mind.
Even in its final monts, as a human slices it in half, the Guardian still fears sothing else far more...
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This rush of knowledge flows into , and I can feel its ho world now glowing with dark purple energy in the forefront of my mind.
A strange sensation washes over as all of the beings on it link to my system. While it's a chaotic world, there are still over 20 million strong Noble Cyclopes on it, and their average level once converted to mana is over 1500. So are even above level 10,000, and there isn't a single labyrinth on this world at all. Their levels are purely from killing each other and absorbing the ambient demonic energy in the atmosphere.
Many other worlds float behind this one in my mind, eighty of them being First Class worlds, each with tens of millions of citizens, ranging from level 700 to 1000 on average.
Another 921 worlds are identical Second Class worlds like the Demonic Guards I fought below the Central Peak.
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With this imnse rise in borrowed power, and the Noble Bloodline Transformation I've gone through myself, my perception seeps upward, through the clouds with ease, and I can feel every single being within the Ellipsia Citadel.
A large tower in the center of the Citadel gives off strong radiation, as I see a familiar demon battling four Lords alongside his Demonic Dragon.
One of those Lords is Ember... and for so reason, he's fighting in his human form.
My bright white body and ethereal eyes move downward until I spot Ava among the rubble.
She's stopped her ruthless attacks on the demonic guards, and her mouth is open and her eyes are glued to as I give off a warm light.
Then, my gaze moves down the mountain, and I slowly rotate my body until my eyes et the Blue Wyverns.
As soon as they do, I look up at the Access Point that has almost entirely shut, leaving less than 10% of the Power Plant's underside exposed. A series of angled shimring lights shine downward on in far brighter concentrated rays. When they hit my skin, I glow even brighter.
My mind takes in all of the facts of this situation, and I can't help but grin as I co up with the perfect plan.
A long-range telepathy channel is ford, and I beam a ssage down to the Goblin Queen.
"Co on, we're going up to the Citadel, let's move before we're too late."
Then, I turn to the Wyvern and activate my Conceal Skill, changing my appearance while I send it a ssage too.
"I passed your test. Now, I need a favor in return before those doors shut."
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