Indra woke from severe pain, opened his eyes, and saw a whitish scene before him.
Even for a Descender with robust physical constitution, it took so ti to adjust to the intense brilliance lingering on the battlefield.
The Monastery, once built with great expense, had vanished, leaving a huge crater at the original plaza location similar to that of a teor strike. The ground was deeply sunken, presenting a glassy texture from the high temperatures, with radioactive shock patterns spreading outward and thin wisps of blue smoke rising.
So buildings farther away had minor remnants but were half-buried in dust.
A harsh scene of a post-Doomsday world.
Indra's mouth and nose were filled with a scorching taste of rust, and when he reached to touch, he discovered hot blood flowing from his nostrils.
Indra struggled to stand and walked forward.
In the center of the battlefield crater, he saw Tajadon, whose Armor had shattered completely.
rged grotesquely with the solid flesh inside, it ford a bizarre and ferocious lted mass, breathing like gills continuously opening and closing, with dry internal organs and broken bones faintly visible. Thin streams of scorched smoke continuously erged from him, and upon approaching, one could faintly hear the sizzling sound of roasting at.
One of Tajadon's arms had completely disappeared from the shoulder, whereas the other maintained a forward-stretched posture.
A charcoaled corpse, pressed down by this large hand, was in a kneeling position.
Before dying.
It seed to have tried hard to lift its head.
Its arm also reached forward, aiming towards Tajadon's heart.
Even though life had ceased within the body, Indra could still see the bulging muscle textures on the corpse.
Indra felt bewildered for a mont, then slowly realized that this kneeling corpse was his father. Although he harbored a volcanic-like intense hatred for the Great Clan Chief, Indra had to admit that it was the Great Clan Chief who had led them forward over thousands of years to this day.
There was a mont of sadness in his heart, but more was the exhilaration from revenge fulfilled.
Tajadon took a deep breath, then pressed hard with his palm.
During a crisp snapping sound.
First, a crack spread on the mummified corpse's skull, quickly extending across the entire body.
The corpse, barely holding itself together, completely collapsed into pieces when disrupted by external force, scattering with the wind.
Tajadon gazed into the direction where the dust drifted, his eyes shimring with complexity.
A hideous smile eventually appeared on his face.
"Senior brother..."
Tajadon said in a low voice, "After so many years, it's still who has won."
He looked around, finding aside from Indra who had survived by luck, all the veteran soldiers he brought had been destroyed. The Great Clan Chief wasn't wrong; their battle had brought cataclysmic destruction. The Dark Army suffered severe losses during this process, with even several main battleships being forcibly brought down, Tajadon could sense their wreckage lying not far away.
But Tajadon was indifferent about these losses.
Ultimately, this world is where personal might prevails above all.
After eliminating the Great Clan Chief, Tajadon could already feel the power of Immortal Heaven descending upon him.
As he ventured further into the trials of Immortal Heaven, he gained more Authority and power, and he would recover from such agony, even growing stronger.
For Tajadon, it was just a matter of ti.
Streams of green light fell from the void, first bringing a cool sensation, followed by a tingling feeling rising from deep within the wounds. Tajadon's battered Muscle involuntarily twitched, but he quickly adapted, as the power of Plague Garden, one of the four marvels of Immortal Heaven, acted on him, healing his injuries.
Tajadon's wounds were healing at a visibly rapid pace, and under his command, several veterans quickly alighted from their aircraft.
They brought a brand-new set of Armor, dressing their Monarch in it.
Just in an Instant.
Tajadon glowed with radiance, a mountain-like majesty rose from him.
Indra approached Tajadon, bowed deeply, and elongated his voice, "Congratulations to the Great Commander for your overwhelming victory, from now on, in this Galaxy, no one can obstruct your dominion."
Even though these words were completely sycophantic, Tajadon was still delighted and nodded lightly.
Indra knew it was ti to demonstrate his worth, to seek more opportunities in the new forces, so he imdiately said, "The Great Clan Chief still has so residual forces on this planet, including a few of my brothers and sisters. I am confident that I can persuade a few of them to see the error of their ways, but the rest might not surrender so easily."
Tajadon glanced at him briefly, jokingly said, "Those stubborn siblings, they don't hold any personal grudges against you, do they?"
At these words, Indra stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The night Agni was burned to death, several brothers laughed heartily.
Indra had wanted to get rid of them for quite a while, and now was an excellent opportunity. Yet, even in such a victorious mont, Tajadon was still vigilant and saw through the critical point at a glance. This insight suddenly made him uneasy, leaving him unsure of what to say.
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