UGB Chapter 598: Im's Fury!
Chapter 598: Im's Fury!
At the summit of the Red Line. The sacred land of Mary Geoise.
Deep within the city walls of Pangu, in the main hall, cold sweat dripped down his chin. Four of the Five Elders stood in a semi-circle.
The projected stone wall was polished smooth. Eight image Den Den Mushi (snail teleportation devices) were distributed along the edge.
Beams of light intertwined. The ruins of Elbaf were pieced together.
There was no sound on the screen.
The cold air crept up through the cracks in the stone slabs.
freeze.
The pit was charred black. A deep blue ice sculpture stood at its center.
The wreckage was sealed in the ice.
That was Im's stand-in.
The severed limbs remained folded together, with black blood vessels frozen within.
Regeneration was forcibly cut off.
Nasujiro's palm was pressed against his waist. His fingers were spasming.
He pressed down on the hilt of the first generation Onikiri. Short, continuous vibrations echoed from within the scabbard.
The demonic sword is resisting.
Veins bulged across the back of his hand.
Saint Vocuri leans on his cane.
The base of the cane crushed the edge of the stone slab. Stone chips flew everywhere.
His finger bones were white. He was trembling.
Saint Mars stood on the left. His eyes were bloodshot.
My gaze swept back and forth across the stone wall.
The highest faith has become an exhibit.
His Adam's apple moved up and down.
Piet Saint leaned his upper body forward.
His eyelids were stiff. He stared at the severed arm in the ice.
No meat was wriggling.
A minute passed. The ice sculpture remained motionless.
The dark energy was completely suppressed.
"Re-encode the last three seconds of footage."
Mars Saint opened his mouth. His voice was as dry as sandpaper.
The CP0 agent knelt down.
His fingers twitched as he adjusted the circuit. The knobs were covered in cold sweat.
He is looking directly at the world's top secrets.
Even the Celestial Dragons have no right to spy.
The light and shadow are distorted.
The scene rewinds. It freezes on the second before destruction.
Press CP0 to play.
A golden beam of light pierced the heavens and the earth. Widvernir opened his eagle beak.
Light elements crashed to the ground.
The seven black shields were torn apart as if they were thin paper.
The pale body was precisely hit. The high temperature evaporated the air.
One tenth of a second. Life extinguished.
The high platform was reduced to dust. A crater hundreds of meters in diameter was blown open.
The scene is shrouded in darkness.
Loki, the black dragon, crashed into the bottom of the pit. The Primal World was released.
A chilling, azure current spread out in a fan shape. Extreme heat crashed into absolute zero.
The wriggling bits of flesh were completely swallowed up.
Solid ice forms.
The debris and dark energy were locked together. The passage was severed.
Playback ended. The stone wall transformed back into a deep blue ice sculpture.
Only heavy breathing could be heard in the front hall.
Two ancient forces interrupted regeneration. This is the final verdict.
"This was no ordinary kill."
Saint Vocuri spoke. His cane slammed heavily on the ground.
"Chen Ye used the power of the polar day to extinguish all life."
"Loki, the Black Dragon, has frozen the regeneration channel. Dark energy has been isolated."
Nassshuro let out a cold snort.
The knuckles were pressed until they turned deathly white.
"Karin and the three generals have lost their ability to handle the situation."
His gaze swept over the remnants of the Knights of Favonius.
"The Navy has switched to defense. The Celestial Dragon's sword has broken."
"Those are two ancient mythical beasts."
"If the Holy Land continues to stand by and watch, we will lose."
A strange noise came from the direction of the flowers.
Black frost-like veins seeped from the smooth stone wall, spreading like a living thing.
The century-old torch is facing immense pressure.
The bright flame was instantly flattened, turning into an extremely thin red line.
The light was dim.
The four of them suddenly turned around.
The hair is creepy.
Anger overflowed from the depths of the throne, tinged with tyranny.
The gravitational field is disordered. The air is viscous.
My lungs feel like they're stuffed with cotton.
The video Den Den Mushi emitted a mournful cry.
The tentacles desperately retracted into the hard shell.
*Crack*. A fine crack appeared on the surface of the shell.
Deep within Pangu City. Among the flowers.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped the forbidden land. The Void Throne hung high above.
Im sat in the shadows.
His pale hands gripped the handrail.
Black nail polish pierced the surface of the material, creating a deep groove.
The stone chips hadn't even hit the ground before they were crushed by the oppressive force.
An image floats in front of the throne. This is the last visual remnant.
Chen Ye stood atop Vidvernier's head.
His black trench coat fluttered in the wind. His hands were in his pockets.
Looking down on the battlefield from a high vantage point.
The Three Generals. The Knights of God. Garin.
They were all reduced to ants underfoot.
Im ignored the Stand's miserable state. His gaze passed over the ice sculpture.
She stared at the image high in the sky.
The scene played repeatedly. Chen Ye was riding on a divine eagle.
Those dark red pupils locked onto those leather boots.
Ordinary boots covered in snow and dust.
It crushed the feathered crown of a divine being.
Even the successive generations of Joy Boy failed to completely win him over.
The nerves were torn.
This is the ultimate humiliation, surpassing even the death of a body double.
The one true god for eight hundred years.
Ancient mythical beasts are the embodiment of the laws of the gods.
Pirates with mortal blood, yet they ride gods.
Resurrect them and bring them to complete submission.
The soles of the boots crushed more than just the feathered crest.
It also shattered eight hundred years of divine authority.
It proclaimed the submission of the gods.
Im's chest heaved violently.
Dark energy surged wildly. Reason evaporated.
The scraping sound of gravel against glass was squeezed out from his throat.
"Resurrecting Vidvernir"
Im's voice was hoarse.
"You still dare to stand on its head?"
The voice suddenly rose in pitch. A murderous intent pierced the air.
Humans should not place themselves above gods.
Im raised his right hand and clenched it tightly in mid-air.
The image shattered instantly.
The light exploded in mid-air. It didn't have time to scatter.
The dark forces swallowed all the points of light whole.
There was not a glimmer of light.
Energy ripples exploded outwards from the throne.
A series of cracking sounds came from the ground.
The ring-shaped crack spreads outward.
Precious flowers and plants wither and turn black and gray in an instant.
A low growl pierced the wall and crashed into the front hall.
The four Five Elders slammed their knees to the ground, their faces deathly pale.
His forehead was pressed tightly against the cold ground.
No one dared to look up. No one dared to look directly into the inner door.
Anger penetrated the walls and burned the skin.
Piet Saint knelt on the ground.
Cold sweat soaked his back. He swallowed hard.
Where is the way out? The Holy Land cannot be brought to a standstill.
"grown ups"
Piet Saint's voice trembled.
"The situation in Elbaf is out of control."
"Karin is unable to handle Chenye and the ancient mythical beast."
"Should we order a retreat?"
"If this drags on any longer, the entire Knights will be wiped out."
Retreating is the most rational way to stop losses.
Nassuro turned his head. His gaze was as cold and sharp as a knife.
"Shut up, Saint Pitt."
Nasshoulang Sheng rebuked in a low voice.
"You still don't understand."
"Lord Im was just watching that place with his own eyes."
His forehead was pressed firmly against the ground.
"No one can back out without personal permission."
"The Knights of God represent absolute authority."
"Retreating is tantamount to admitting defeat to pirates in front of the whole world."
"This is more shameful than death."
"Lord Im will not tolerate this."
Piet Saint clenched his back molars.
He shut up. The loss of combat strength was unimportant.
The important thing is to maintain the appearance of invincibility.
The front hall was deathly silent.
The Den Den Mushi's casing kept cracking.
A piercing sound came from deep within the flowers.
The mournful sound of metal being twisted and cracked.
Nassou Sei suddenly looked up. His pupils contracted.
The scent was so familiar.
The Void Throne shattered.
Anger pushed him to the breaking point.
The power within him erupted like a volcano. His right hand tightened suddenly.
The Void Throne of Supreme Power could not withstand this gripping force.
The right armrest shattered with a loud crash.
Large fragments exploded in the gravitational field. They did not fall to the ground.
The laws of physics have been distorted.
The fragments hovered beside him, their edges enveloped in a dark, ominous light.
Its power is enough to crush everything.
Im looked up.
His gaze pierced through layers of barriers, looking directly beyond the red earth continent.
The location of Elbaf.
Eyes exposed to the air. A dark red light flickered wildly.
The red light spread like a burst dam, reaching the entire pupil.
His eyes turned into a blood moon.
An extreme killing intent poured forth.
The temperature in Pangu City plummeted.
Black frost condenses into ice crystals.
The Five Elders' blood was almost frozen.
Nasujiro's fingers, gripping the sword, trembled violently.
Saint Vocuri held his breath. Saint Mas buried his head in his chest.
A possibility exploded in their minds.
His anger completely spiraled out of control.
The double was destroyed. Divine authority was trampled upon.
I can't swallow this insult.
The king behind the scenes for eight hundred years. Tearing away all inhibitions.
I no longer trust Garin. I no longer trust the three generals.
She's going to get involved herself.
The throne fragments are spinning at high speed.
The shrill sound of cutting through the air echoed.
That was the prelude to destruction.
The stone wall groaned under the oppressive force.
A storm powerful enough to overturn the world.
Centered on Pangaea, it hurtles towards Elbaf.