Deity of Gods, lower level of the Birth Tower.
This was the core region of the city. Countless Red Mist droplets formed a crystal-like scarlet lake that completely submerged the bottom of the tower and the God's Stone mine. In a certain sense, it was the 'source of magic power' created by the race. Not only did it strengthen the transformation ability of the Birth Tower, it was also a necessary place to nurture high-grade magic stones.
As a result, the promotion ritual that constantly strengthened the race was often carried out here. Every city might have their own differences, but the structure of the lower level, which had a sacred aura, was basically the same.
While passing through the ceremonial plaza, Silent Disaster paused for a moment.
Looking at the familiar scene in front of her, she seemed to hear countless people chanting the name 'Charita'. Dressed in white robes, Valkries slowly walked in front of her.
… But from the scattered Red Mist dust on the stone slabs, it was obvious that this place had not been opened for a long time.
Ever since the underground civilization's symbiotic technology was widely used, the promotion ritual for Primal Demons to Junior Demons had been replaced by implantation. Primal Demons that had undergone the initial screening had a higher chance of being promoted, causing the number of Junior Demons to increase greatly. They formed the backbone of the race's combat strength.
The one leading this technology was Mask Lord Nassaupelle. He claimed that as long as the research continued, it was not just Junior Demons, but even higher ascendants could be nurtured in large numbers through the same method.
Although there were many who voiced their doubts, believing that not only did it destroy the ancient tradition, but it would also endanger the stability of the race, the King gave his affirmation and support.
Although the increase in the success rate of promotion would greatly increase the strength of the race, the flaw was also a fact. In the past few centuries, the number of Junior Demons had increased by tens of times, but the number of people who had advanced through the ritual could be counted on one hand. There was not a single senior lord.
If in the future, higher ascendants and senior lords could be born through magic stone implantation, this sacred place that had witnessed countless glories would probably become unnecessary …
Serakkas exhaled lightly and suppressed the surging thoughts in her mind.
Memories meant hesitation, and hesitation would lead to flaws.
That was something she absolutely had to abandon.
Passing through the plaza, she walked into the central tower on the rock wall.
The Junior Demons guarding the tower bowed their heads in greeting.
Silent Disaster found the magic power source she had locked onto in the control room at the top of the tower without any obstruction.
"What's the matter?" Nassaupelle seemed to be focused on adjusting the structure of the magic power core as he asked without turning his head.
The hilt was unsheathed.
Serakkas leaped forward with all her might, stabbing straight at Mask.
This was the first time it had attacked after recovering from its injuries, and it had used its full strength on the first strike!
Masks were not adept at combat, and this was something all the Lords knew. However, Serakkas knew that this was on a fair battlefield — if they were outside, even ten Masks would not be a threat. Be it in terms of magic power or physical strength, she far surpassed them.
Not to mention the experience and instincts gained from tens of thousands of life and death battles.
But this was not the wilderness.
Even the stupidest of beasts could turn their long-lived nest into a secret cave that made people cower in fear, much less Nassaupelle. From the time the Deity of Gods rose to the border of Dawn, it was sufficient for the other party to transform the lower regions into their own territory. In other words, it was standing on an extremely disadvantageous battlefield from the very beginning.
Its instincts were also telling it not to underestimate it!
The distance of dozens of steps was covered in a flash as the blade transformed into a cold beam of light that burst forth with shockwaves as it pierced straight into Nassaupelle's body.
The latter let out a scream of shock and pain, and at the same time, the entire room seemed to come alive as countless stone needles shot out from all directions, sealing off all of Silent Disaster's escape routes.
He had no choice but to pull out his sword and retreat rapidly. The Ghost Blade that protected his body formed an impenetrable wall of blades that slashed down the stone needles, causing the clashing sounds to ring incessantly!
"You … what are you doing!" Nassaupelle roared as he clutched his wound.
Silent Disaster raised her weapon again and launched a second round of attacks. The feeling from the previous strike did not feel like stabbing into a living creature, but more like stabbing into a pile of grease and metal parts. She vaguely sensed that the other party was transforming into another species, and regardless of what he ultimately became, it would be difficult for him to be classified as one of the same species.
Seeing that Silent Disaster did not reply, Mask raised his hand, causing the surrounding stone walls to rise up and reveal the Symbiotic Demons buried in the flesh. At the same time, he scurried towards a Symbiotic Demon with a peculiar appearance behind him — the latter had opened up its shell to contain more than half of his body. The combination of the two looked like a deformed monster.
Could this be the Symbiotic Demon that she had researched?
Serakkas did not hesitate to throw out her sword. The sword pierced through the gaps of the Symbiotic Demons and accurately stabbed into Mask's shell that was about to close up.
This caused half of Mask's body to be exposed.
Following that, she released her Divine Will, causing golden lightning to engulf the entire control room! Under the dazzling light, the Symbiotic Demon with the stone needles was paralyzed, and the new Symbiotic Demon did not fare any better. The sword became the guiding beacon for Divine Will as large amounts of magic power poured into the target through the sword hilt, causing Mask to let out an ear-piercing scream!
Facing the scattering sparks, Serakkas leaped over the fallen Symbiotic Demon and grabbed the scorching sword once again. Making use of the momentum of the fall, he pushed the weapon downward — the screams stopped abruptly, and the edge of the blade tilted upwards at the same time, slicing from Mask's chest all the way to the top of his head, cutting his upper body in half.
"Clang."
The bisected Mask slid down from Nassaupelle's head and fell to the floor.
"Twenty-two … seconds."
It turned its head slowly and spoke with its only remaining face.
"… Is that the last thing you want to say?" Serakkas pulled out her bloodied weapon.
"Humans … have a pretty good time unit. I … used it," Mask stuttered. "And this is also … the time that the Symbiotic Demons obstructed you. Heh … I thought that it would take longer. "
"The closer I am to death in a battle, the more I can achieve breakthroughs," Silent Disaster said expressionlessly. "Compared to me before I was heavily injured, the current me is much stronger. Unfortunately, you and your creations will never be able to comprehend this point. "
"That's why … I hate uncertain things." Mask's voice gradually deepened. "But uncertainty means that I cannot replicate it … As long as I have enough time, I will definitely surpass … the limits of my race …"
"There will be no future."
"Why are you so … certain?" A strange smile appeared on the only face that was still intact. "Do you still remember … what I've said? In the face of knowledge, no matter how strong your body is … it's nothing … "
Serakkas instinctively felt an intense sense of danger!
"Right, let me … give you a present." Mask said softly. "It's something I collected from the humans … You should be familiar with it."
As he finished his sentence, the Symbiotic Demon's carapace opened up once again, revealing layers of sacs beneath his body.
The sacs were filled with human explosives!
How could it bring such a thing so close to the Birth Tower?
This guy … what's going on in his head?
Serakkas's expression changed drastically. Before she could take a step back, a blinding red light suddenly filled her vision!
With a loud boom, a fireball shot out from the top of the central tower and rapidly expanded into a semicircle of light. Under its illumination, the lake's surface reflected a resplendent glow. When the fireball exploded, the entire city seemed to tremble. The violent shockwave caused the walls of the city to crumble and fall into the lake, producing a thunderous roar!
After the fireball expended its light and heat, it rapidly weakened and left a large empty space above the Red Mist Lake. The high temperature caused the unlit Red Mist to flee, and the 'empty space' did not close for a long time. The Primal Demons and Junior Demons in the area could only struggle and collapse, watching helplessly as the nearby Birth Tower suffocated to death.
However, Serakkas did not feel the corresponding burning and stinging pain.
At this distance, the explosion would be further amplified by the Red Mist, and the violent shockwave should have been enough to tear her into pieces.
It slowly lowered its arms and opened its eyes again.
She saw Hackzord standing with his arms outstretched, raising a huge Distortion Door in front of her.
Where the door did not cover, all the furnishings were reduced to dust, and half of the tower's roof was flattened.
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