??Chapter 1110: Chapter 1097: We Must Find a Way to Drain His Power
Chapter 1110: Chapter 1097: We Must Find a Way to Drain His Power
“This is my power, everything within your body belongs to , and once I awaken, everything will return to . You should have ceased to exist by now.”
Seeing Muria’s avatar transford into the Balrog Fla Demon, the will of the epic muttered to itself.
“Why do you still exist now?”
“Guess!” Muria, equally surprised by his current state, responded with a joking tone.
He had just been ready to reveal his trump card, but he hadn’t expected his consciousness to suddenly grow stronger, as if this was the posture he should have had in the sea of consciousness.
“Boring, re ants, can be erased.” The indifferent voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out.
After speaking, a blue-white light engulfed Muria’s consciousness, and a chill began to spread that felt as if it could freeze the very soul itself—this was the power of ice and frost.
“This is indeed rare.” Despite the coldness that engulfed his whole body and the flas on his surface being extinguished, Muria remained calm as his body was covered in a layer of ice, “I am actually experiencing the sensation of cold once again!”
“Ant, what gives you such fearless courage? Why can I not sense any fear in you?”
Even though Muria seed to the epic will like an existence that could be crushed at any mont, it still felt a tinge of curiosity. Muria’s behavior seed overly strange to it.
The epic will made no effort to conceal its intention to annihilate him, yet the insignificant ant before it clearly understood its motive and yet felt no fear whatsoever.
“Because you don’t possess the capital to instill fear in , oh Seven Disasters Demon.” Muria laughed, “As I said, you have awakened too early. If you had waited until I collected more of your power before your consciousness revived, I might have been apprehensive. But now, to , you are nothing more than a petty nuisance that I can erase with a flick of the hand.”
“Who gave you such confidence? How dare you speak to
in such a manner?”
“Your consciousness is not awakening for the first ti, right? Tell , how many tis have you awakened before and why did you re-enter annihilation?” Instead of answering the Seven Disasters Demon’s question, Muria posed his own, “Were you pushed back by the natives of this world?”
“…” The space seed to freeze, and all the light surging around Muria ca to an imdiate halt, bringing a trendous pressure upon him. His fla demon body, frozen in ice, began to crackle and fracture, articulating the fury of the ruler of the sea of consciousness in that mont.
Undoubtedly, Muria’s remark had hit a sore spot for the Seven Disasters Demon. As a being that once road the Void, to be suppressed by the natives after the world’s resurgence was a humiliation that could not be spoken of.
“Ant, since you wish so eagerly for death, I shall grant it to you. To die by my hand will be the greatest glory of your life.”
A storm raged, and the roar of thunder resounded, as the epic will just resurrected within Muria’s body was thoroughly enraged.
“No, no, no, you’re mistaken. If I truly die at your hand, that will be the greatest stain of my life,” Muria answered earnestly.
For him to be unable to handle even an epic that had just begun its resurgence would an he might as well resign from the Titan Tribe rather than suffer the embarrassnt.
But Muria’s blunt truth, to the ears of the Seven Disasters Demon, was nothing but a provocation.
Bang!
The Yanmo Form, now extinguished of flas due to the adhering frost, burst apart under the escalating pressure, shattering without a trace of resistance.
And this was to be expected, as the demon himself said, all the power held by Muria’s reincarnated body was his.
The reason why Muria still retained power within his sea of consciousness was that he had mixed sothing of his own into the Yanmo Form, a power that did not belong to the Seven Disasters Demon, insufficient to help Muria fight against the just awakened epic consciousness.
So, when the reincarnated body couldn’t resist any longer, it was ti for the real Muria to step in. As the Yanmo Form shattered, a pair of golden eyes opened within the heart of Muria’s reincarnated body.
Then, a monuntal consciousness burst into the sea of consciousness of the reincarnated body with a wild and domineering attitude.
To the epic consciousness that had just extinguished Muria’s reincarnated consciousness, everything in the sea of consciousness transford the mont it obliterated that pesky ant.
Golden Thunder struck down from the sky, and a frenzied hurricane swept in from all directions—and within the hurricane, a towering colossus, of which only a part of the torso could be seen, began to slowly appear.
“Ah, I see!” Seeing the arrival of Muria’s original consciousness, the will of the Seven Disasters Demon imdiately understood everything, and also grasped Muria’s intent, “So, you are a junior coveting my power.”
“The Path to Epic is far too arduous; I want to take a shortcut and save so ti, please forgive my impertinence,” Muria, whose reincarnated consciousness had been erased, replied very politely without imdiately resorting to action.
“I understand, if it were , I probably would make the sa choice. Unfortunately, I’m not you.” And similarly, even though he knew that Muria wanted to seize his power, the Seven Sins Demon God did not beco angry. Because anger is futile, his power does not grow stronger with greater fury as a result of so innate talent.
“There is simply no leeway between us. I want to take your power to shorten my Path to Epic, and you likewise want to resurrect and return to the Void.”
“Let’s get started! But rember, I will co back again.” The Seven Sins Demon God, after exchanging a few words with the true consciousness of Muria, said decisively.
Because he was just a recently awakened and incomplete consciousness, and Muria was an epic in his pri, the two were not even on the sa level.
For instance, the seemingly magnificent sea of light evolved by his newly awakened consciousness was held in the palm of the true consciousness of Muria as the Titan, who could erase him simply by closing his hand.
“I suggest that you don’t act recklessly next ti. Wait until you’ve gathered enough strength to co out again!”
Muria looked at the light swirling within his palm, clenched his fist, and thus, the light in his hand gradually extinguished, everything returning to silence.
Outside, the golden eyes within the heart of Muria’s Reincarnated Body slowly closed, and the eyes of his Reincarnated Body slowly opened, casting out a crimson gold radiance that shone three ters around him.
“Is it resolved?” Michaela asked after seeing Muria open his eyes, having been standing guard at his side.
“It’s resolved,” Muria breathed out slowly, the entire process having gone more smoothly than he had anticipated.
“How do you feel?”
“Simpler than I thought. The Epic Consciousness that awakened in my body wasn’t as strong as I had imagined.”
“Be careful, this might have been his way to deceive you and lower your guard. He might have beco aware of your true self as well,” Michaela warned, raising an alarming hypothesis.
“What you’re saying is not impossible.” Muria nodded, not finding Michaela’s words to be sensationalist. One could not afford to be careless when dealing with epics that exist for tens of thousands of years.
The modified Sky Demon Secret Art could deceive the World Will, allowing epics to act within the world under another identity, but it did not an that one could deceive another epic.
After all, at a certain level of power, epics are not much inferior to the scale of the world itself.
“This ti you’ve erased the Epic Will in your body, but as long as you continue to collect the power that epic left in this world, his consciousness will appear in your body again, and it will be more difficult to deal with than this ti.”
“This is sothing I must go through to usurp the power of an epic. However, it’s not entirely without a solution,” Muria said, stroking his chin.
“What’s the solution?”
“Just now when I was erasing the Seven Sins Demon God’s consciousness, I discovered a very interesting phenonon,” Muria described everything to Michaela, asking for her analysis.
“When the consciousness of the god of the Seven Sins revived, my Reincarnated Body’s consciousness should have been powerless, yet I displayed the Yanmo Form.”
“So, you also want to change the power of the other forms of the Demon God?” Michaela spoke Muria’s thoughts.
“Exactly,” Muria’s face showed excitent, “I rged the power of the Balrog Fla Demon, which is not under his control, into my Yanmo Form, and then in the sea of consciousness, I can utilize that power.”
“But the Seven Sins Demon God can also use it, right?”
“Right, but originally, only he could use this power after his appearance. Now, I can too.”
“Alright, I get it. But have you thought about the cost of doing this?”
“The cost is source power, I know,” Muria said, rubbing his chest sowhat painfullly. Changing the power of an epic is no easy task. For him right now, source power is his only and best option.
“In that case, the amount you’ll need to consu is probably not small. All the gains from the last century might have to be poured into this, and it might not even be enough,” Michaela said, arms crossed, informing Muria of the cost required.
“I know, but if I succeed, I will gain the power of an epic, at least ten tis the profit. Such an investnt is totally worth it.”
“Have you considered the possibility of failure, the consequences of failure? Have you thought about that? You’re playing with fire.”
“I’ve thought about it all, but do you think it’s possible for
to stop? I can’t,” Muria said with resolve.
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