Chapter 510 Execution of The Sea Lord
"[Scaled Penetration]."
An intense blast of ghostly and icy aura erupted forth like a spectral tempest. It surged toward with supernatural swiftness, a frigid gale of ethereal energy that seed to bypass the very fabric of reality. Sohow, I had no ti to react, no chance to prepare myself for what was to co.
As the ghostly and icy aura enveloped my vessel, an overwhelming chill washed over my entire being, penetrating every fiber of it. It was as if the icy grip of death itself had seized in its relentless clutches. And within but a split second, I lost all awareness of the surrounding world, and my senses were plunged into a profound abyss of numbing emptiness.
My vision beca a swirling maelstrom of icy mist and shadow, rendering blind to the surrounding capital. The sound of the wind and the rustling of struggling citizens were muffled to a distant, haunting whisper, and the world's tangible sensations faded into a haunting void. My very thoughts seed to freeze as if encased in an impenetrable layer of frost.
And just like that. All of my senses had been evaporated. I left nothing but an empty shell as my ager defensive skill tried to pull back. But it was already too late… now I just had to wait for my backup plan to kick in.
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(Aisa POV)
He definitely has a backup plan. From what I heard, this guy is way too cautious not to have one. So, as soon as my throne world hit him, for less than a second, he was frozen in place. For exactly 0.0000001 seconds, he had lost all of his senses. This was the longest I could open up this new throne world of mine… but at least it was enough ti for to land a hit.
At first, it appeared as if the flesh were simply oozing and congealing from my shoulder, wobbling as an amorphous mass with no discernible shape. But as the seconds ticked by, it started to morph into sothing more sinister. Glistening tendrils of flesh began to coil and weave together, taking on the semblance of a twisted weapon.
The living flesh grew in density and complexity, forming the unmistakable contours of a sniper's rifle. Sinuous veins and arteries crisscrossed its surface, pulsating with an unnerving vitality. It bore a sickly pallor, tinged with mottled shades of crimson and violet as if it were a creation born of both the living and the abhorrent.
The stock of the rifle seed to elongate and curve, with fleshy sinews serving as makeshift grips. The trigger, crafted from a particularly gnarled and pulsating mass of flesh, appeared ready to respond to an unseen command. The barrel extended with eerie precision, ending in a grotesque reproduction of a muzzle, which pulsated as if it were breathing… longing for a whiff of the desensitized husk slowly coming back from the last circle of hell.
Every single one of my buffs served as a raging trigger that caused my will to throb through my flesh and connect with the external mass of at. Everything had been enhanced to its utmost max and with but a twitch of my forearm-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Flesh rained from the sky. Exhaustion but also relief washed through my body. Everything felt so much better. Yes, I was scared. Yes, I was worried. And yes, everything cald down as soon as I saw his topless legs plop to the ground.
"Huff… huff… huff… huff… I thought he was going to pull sothing else," I sighed.
"He definitely has sothing up his sleeve. If he was able to die so easily, I wouldn't have seen him in this eon," Bella added on. She was torn to the bone with wounds, but unfortunately, I wasn't a healer. I couldn't do anything but watch as her regeneration slowly kicked in.
"You're creepily strong…" I grimaced at the sight of her mortal-defying regeneration.
"Ah… yeah," She murmured under her breath while her right thumb rubbed over one of the many massive scars covering her body. And especially with these deep wounds inflicted by a man proficient
"They look cool," I smiled, ripping the grimace from my face.
She didn't really say anything back. Only a small nod as her gaze shaved over her body and to the broken corpse beside us. He was really dead. That monster had really been defeated. It only took my most powerful move, but at least he's gone… right?
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(Cy POV)
"The Lord of Flies… a na like that is fitting for a disgusting thing like you."
"Insult all you want, kid. The victor will always write the villain."
My face lted into a discrepancy of unbelievable chuckles and malding anger that caused my blood to boil. Just looking at his accursed face made so mad that the liquid film moistening my eyeballs began to steam, causing my ocular organs to bleed uncontrollably. This stream of bloody tears made the man in front of laugh hysterically, to the point where he couldn't bear to keep his hands from holding his stomach.
"You two truly are alike… like father, like son!" The demon lord wiped hysterical tears from his eyes.
Bum Bum
My heartbeat drumd against my chest. Emotions caused my face to contort hundreds of tis within just a split second. Did he know my father? If so, how did he know my father? Why did he know my father? Does he know who my father is? If so, where did they et? How did they et? Why did they et?
"No point in asking…" The demon lord shrugged in agreeance, that stupid face of his pissing off to my breaking point. "You won't tell anyway."
"Good boy. You know how this works."
The neon green grass that blanketed the ground appeared almost phosphorescent, emitting a gentle and alluring glow. Each blade seed to be a slender luminescent wand, painting the landscape with an ever-shifting, otherworldly radiance. The grass swayed in a harmonious ballet as if whispering secrets to the wind and beckoning the curious to take a closer look.
Amidst this radiant carpet, the towering mushrooms with their bioluminescent neon green spots stood as majestic giants. Their spotted caps, each spot pulsating with an inner light, cast a hypnotic glow that srized all who gazed upon them. The mushrooms' imnse presence lent an air of ancient mysticism to the scene as if they held the secrets of the universe within their fungal chambers.
Upon closer inspection, intricate patterns and delicate filigree beca visible on the mushroom caps, forming what seed like arcane constellations of the surreal night sky. The patterns seed to shift and rearrange themselves in response to so hidden cosmic rhythm, adding to the sense of enchantnt that perated the landscape.
As both I and the demon lord ventured deeper into this srizing terrain, scouting out the perfect battleground, a dark green poison haze enshrouded everything like a malevolent veil. The air beca thick and heavy, carrying with it an intoxicating, almost seductive scent, belying the danger that lurked within. The haze cast eerie shadows upon the ground, forming grotesque shapes that seed to dance and twist with a life of their own.
In this fusion of the beautiful and the ominous, the neon green of the grass, the radiant mushrooms, and the poisonous mist created a haunting dreamscape that blurred the boundaries between reality and the supernatural. It was a place where the very essence of nature had taken on a surreal, almost sentient quality, inviting those who dared to explore it to beco part of a living, breathing enigma.
Then, beneath the luminous grass, colonies of minute, bioluminescent insects thrived. Their ethereal glow matched the neon green surroundings, creating an intricate, living tapestry of light and movent within the underbrush. These tiny creatures, with translucent wings and delicate antennae, floated about in a srizing contemporary dance, their presence adding yet another layer of enchantnt to the already surreal landscape.
Among the colossal mushroom stems, peculiar creatures, resembling a fusion of insects and flora, scuttled and swayed. Their bodies mirrored the spotted pattern of the mushrooms' caps, offering them camouflage amidst their towering hos. These creatures moved with an uncanny grace, tending to the fungi as if they were caretakers of this mysterious realm. Their eyes glowed with an inner light, hinting at a deeper connection to the luminous energy that perated their environnt.
"You must be wondering why we were teleported to this place, correct?"
I was too angry at him to even attempt to respond, but lashing out now would be stupid. Though it pained to admit, I couldn't beat him on my own. So I either had to wait for any external assistance or find the perfect ground where my powers could flourish to their highest potential.
"Kekekeke… Leviathan that sly bastard… You must be thinking this poison can't harm us. We're to the level where even the most dangerous serpent in hell could hardly erode our earwax, but it would be foolish to underestimate hell in general. Even I am not safe from this gas… as if we stay here for too long, we may not co back in a solid form."
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