Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1775: 656

Chapter 1775: Chapter 656

Surrounded by six Hell ssengers, Jack Clark shook his head: “Gentlen, you are mistaken, our ability to win is mainly due to the great Lord of Alvaron.”

“If it weren’t for the great Lord of Alvaron, even if we could suppress all the Abyssal Great Demons it would be futile.”

This is the Supre Hell Plane, and for a terrifyingly powerful Plane Sovereign like Alvaron, Jack Clark naturally spared no complints.

“Ha ha ha ha… Darren Callum, the councilman, is being too modest,” Boroedo laughed, appearing like a straightforward, robust man.

“The outco of the Plane Battlefield is naturally determined by the great Lord of Alvaron, but we cannot overlook your contribution this ti.”

The head of the Caesar Ancient God, held by the Mountain Giant Boroedo, suddenly trembled, emanating a strong Divine Soul Intent resistance power.

Hmph!

The Mountain Giant imdiately let out a cold hum, his hand exploding with a blood-like strength, containing imnse might, which once again suppressed that head of the ancient god.

Thousands of ters in size, resembling the head of a Furious Ape with blood flowing and eyes filled with despair, the image was strangely ferocious.

Holding the ancient god’s head, the Mountain Giant slowly spoke, his voice thunderously resonating: “Sorry to let Councilman Darren see such a spectacle.”

They are not Jack Clark; for them, slaughtering an equal counterpart, like the Hell ssengers far from here busy suppressing and obliterating those remnants of Ancient Elental Gods, is difficult.

Crackle Crackle!!

Soon, cracks appeared on the Caesar Ancient God’s head held by the Mountain Giant, gradually petrifying.

As the last breath of that ancient god disappeared, the entire head turned completely into a massive rock, then was crushed by the Mountain Giant’s claw.

Boom! The sky filled with shattered rocks and smoke and dust billowed.

Buzz!

Following the complete slaughter of an invading World Ancient God, waves of white energy appeared around the Mountain Giant, which was the World Origin awarded by Hell.

Or rather, these awards are essentially the power contained within the fallen ancient god, transford by the Supre Plane in another way.

But soon, Jack Clark’s gaze slightly shifted.

He noticed that the World Origin reward obtained by this Hell ssenger seed to be only around six hundred strands.

Compared to the thousand origin points he acquired from slaughtering that Caesar Ancient God, a full forty percent less, is it due to different strengths, or…

Jack Clark suddenly asked: “Boroedo, how many strands of World Origin do you receive for slaughtering an Abyssal Great Demon on the battlefield?”

Faced with this question, the Mountain Giant hesitated, then shafully said.

“…I am ashad to say, although I have participated in multiple plane wars, I have not yet personally slew an Abyssal Great Demon.”

Well… originally intending to probe so information, Jack Clark paused.

Since it was his first participation in a Plane War, Jack Clark was unaware that these Hell ssengers on the battlefield, although they faced Abyssal Great Demons of the sa realm, mainly hunted those ancient demons.

No choice, those ancient demons are simply easier to kill.

At this mont, among the several Hell ssengers nearby, a ssenger nad Mpolak, over two hundred ters tall and covered in black scale armor, slowly spoke.

“I have previously slain three Abyssal Great Demons on the Plane Battlefield; the reward for each kind of Abyssal Great Demon was different.”

“One True Spirit Initial Stage Abyssal Great Demon provided eight hundred strands of World Origin, the other two True Spirit Mid Stage Abyssal Great Demons provided nine hundred strands.”

“I see,” Jack Clark nodded, sowhat surprised.

He found that the reward he received for slaughtering those ancient gods, Abyssal Great Demons, was significantly more, about forty percent more compared to these ssengers.

For example, from the eleven Abyssal Great Demons he slew, the least rewarded provided over thirteen hundred strands of origin, the most rewarding provided over sixteen hundred strands.

Converted ten to one, he currently has accumulated 265180 origin points, already more than halfway towards the four hundred thousand needed for the first layer of the Heavenly Realm.

Just then, as if afraid Jack Clark would reveal sothing, a majestic voice of Alvaron softly echoed in his ear.

“Darren Hegemon, you are different from them.”

“You possess the Position Pattern of the Lord of Hell, so on the Plane Battlefield, including other battlefields where hell forces are drawn to invade worlds, the reward you gain for slaying enemies is a full hundred percent.”

“And these rewards all co from those Abyssal Great Demons you slaughtered, their traces of existence, their rules, including the torn parts of the Supre Plane power.”

“Furthermore, do not reveal that you possess the Position Pattern of the Lord of Hell, otherwise it will bring danger.”

The words of the Lord of Alvaron made Jack Clark narrow his eyes, thinking of the Seed of Hell in the Hell’s Eye, realizing that this item was indeed the Position Pattern of the Lord of Hell.

This item originated from the Hell Roulette.

Clearly at the beginning, he was rely a Hell ssenger possessing coordinates, until the last ti the projection of Alvaron descended again, causing changes.

“Rest assured, Darren Callum, I bear no malice towards you, my attention towards you is solely because you were once led by , technically under the jurisdiction of my Crimson Hell.”

“As for the Position Pattern of the Lord of Hell, it is granted by the Will of the Supre Hell, even we Lords of Hell have no authority over it.”

“Of course, if one day you can grow and beco a Lord of Hell, it would also be beneficial to , as there are conflicts among the various layers of Hell.”

The words of Alvaron slightly shook Jack Clark’s mind, not only because of the information conveyed by the other party but also because the other party could see through his thoughts through ntal Fluctuations.

In an instant, Jack Clark altered his realm of thought, severing the connection of wills between them.

The cautionary nature of Jack Clark was of no concern to Alvaron. After the connection was severed, a grand and majestic voice slowly resonated between heaven and earth, shaking Space-Ti.

“Attention, in half an hour the Crimson Hell will ‘dissipate’, exiting this space and ti.”

Boom!

The form of the Mountain Giant shook, its enormous body visibly shrinking in speed, returning to a few thousand ters in size, and looking at Jack Clark with a sincere tone.

“Councilor Darren, this is my Hell Beacon, I hope we may have opportunities to cooperate in the future.”

Saying this, the Mountain Giant produced a blood-stained stone slab of several dozen ters in size, engraved with complex runes imbued with the Power of Hell.

“Okay.” Jack Clark swept his senses across the bloody stone slab, after sensing the information contained, he collected it.

This item could be embedded into the Hell Roulette, possessing the effects of communication and actively displaying space-ti coordinates.

For instance, if the Mountain Giant finds a suitable plane for invasion, it can contact Jack Clark through the Hell Beacon and pull the Power of Hell to descend.

Clearly, this Hell ssenger saw Jack Clark’s imnse strength.

As a Hell ssenger, not every world discovered suitable for invasion is strong; so ‘weaker’ worlds might only have one or two True Spirits stationed.

In such worlds, a single or a couple of ssengers might not always conquest successfully, and there might be risks of falling.

But if the world coordinates are submitted, led by a Lord of Hell to descend from the Supre Hell, then whatever leftovers remain would yield minimal gains.

Jack Clark is different, his strength can almost sweep through all worlds not presided over by Primordial beings.

Even during that mont when Rabio World was torn apart, the peak form he displayed had barely stepped into Primordial, capable of clashing a few moves against true Primordial Stars.

Therefore, the Mountain Giant decisively offered its Hell Beacon.

Though it may expose its world to Jack Clark, bringing unknown risks, compared to the potential greater benefits in the future, these risks are worth taking.

Watching Jack Clark collect the Hell Beacon, the surrounding Hell ssengers’ gaze slightly flickered, but ultimately there were no other reactions.

These Hell ssengers all appeared to be very cautious.

It can’t be helped, the Endless World is too dangerous; this danger isn’t only from enemies but also from other civilizations and powerful beings, including other Hell ssengers.

And this caution is comndable.

Including Jack Clark, who didn’t fully trust what Alvaron just said.

Under the watch of many Hell ssengers, a Star Mont quickly passed, followed by the entire Hell Plane starting to tremble.

Boom, boom, boom!

Blood-tainted currents filled the air, roaring and vibrating as if substantial, instantly a terrorizing power, superior to all, descended, distorting space and ti.

In an instant, the Void before Jack Clark collapsed, with surrounding lights retreating continuously.

Between Heaven and Earth, the imposing figures of Hell ssengers, including the Crimson Hell itself, grew increasingly distant in Jack Clark’s vision, ultimately disappearing.

When the surrounding space-ti returned to calm, the whole person was back on the Black Warship, in the compressed space opened within the mountain.

In the pitch-black Void, a hundred-ter diater Hell Roulette, surrounded by nurous sharp blood spines, hovered, its eerie blood light flickering, emitting an ominous aura.

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