22: Chapter 22

The essence of the God of Holy Light is the source of holy power, and also the most fundamental core of divine power.

Absorbing the energy left behind by Him to improve the purity and quality of the holy power is not strange at all.

"As long as I slowly adapt to the illusions brought about by this power, I can easily make its power my own."

A flash of burning intensity flickered in Luo Yu's eyes. The existence of the Source Dragon Soul was equivalent to giving him an extra layer of insurance.

He continued to devour greedily. Streams of holy light constantly surged into his mouth, and the luster of the jade beneath his feet dimmed bit by bit, no longer as bright as before.

Ddraig opened his mouth to say something, but seeing Luo Yu's confident demeanor, it was clear he knew what he was doing.

This time, the energy Luo Yu devoured was a full double of the previous amount. In Ddraig's view, he was being a bit too hasty.

Illusions layered upon each other again, more realistic than before. The hymns chanted by believers rang in his ears, that sound carrying an eerie power, as if trying to hook away one's soul.

Having devoured so much power this time, Luo Yu had naturally anticipated this. "Break for me!"

The entire illusion trembled violently, as if something was crashing against it from the outside. The force of the impact grew increasingly fierce.

Crack, crack, crack—

Before long, a large hole was smashed into the top of the illusion.

Boom!

A Holy Light Dragon, fully a hundred zhang long, savagely charged into the illusion. It seemed to have no consciousness, knowing only how to destroy, roar, and howl crazily. Immediately after, its body began to expand continuously.

Rumble—

After a loud explosion, the entire illusion completely collapsed under the crushing weight of the Holy Light Dragon. "Hiss... Buddy, you really have the heart to do that!"

Ddraig only just realized what Luo Yu had done.

He had actually cut off a small piece of the Source Dragon Soul the moment he fell into the illusion, and filled it with pure, instinctive bestiality. In this way, that part of the dragon soul would not be affected by the illusion at all, and instead, using that wild energy, it directly shattered the entire illusion.

"The Source Dragon Soul naturally possesses the property of immortality, wouldn't it be a pity not to make good use of it? Losing such a small piece in exchange for an increase in strength is worth it."

Luo Yu's face was somewhat pale, but the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. "Besides, I didn't cut into the foundation. With the recovery speed of the Source Dragon Soul, it can grow back in a day."

Ddraig sighed inwardly.

This was not just a simple matter of a day or two. Cutting the Source Dragon Soul, and then completely destroying that piece of dragon soul, was practically like experiencing a death.

Luo Yu continued to absorb the energy within the jade.

The method he used was very rough—every time, he forced his way through the illusion.

After tossing and turning several times, the energy in the jade was completely drained by him, turning into a cloud of powder that dissipated in the air.

Throughout the day, he had cut off six small pieces of the Source Dragon Soul; this had already reached his limit of tolerance.

If he continued, he was afraid he would damage his foundation, which would not be worth the gain.

Divine power surged within Luo Yu's body; he felt it for a long while before nodding with satisfaction. "Not bad, the holy power has increased by nearly seventy percent, and the quality has risen by about thirty percent."

He knew clearly in his heart that to truly awaken the Aurora Juggernaut Drive form, the key lay in this qualitative change of the holy power.

Just as he intended to leave this Ancient Battlefield, Luo Yu's gaze suddenly turned cold.

A cold light flashed in his dragon eyes; he stared at a certain position to the front right, his voice icy. "Hiding for so long, still not planning to show yourself?"

The surroundings were silent for a few seconds, with only the wind whistling past.

No one responded.

Luo Yu coldly snorted. "Since you want to court death, then don't come out."

He spread his wings violently and soared into the high sky.

A holy dragon breath spewed from his mouth, turning into a thick pillar of light, smashing fiercely toward the ground.

With a loud rumble.

The surrounding earth trembled violently, and a ten-mile radius was completely enveloped by the dragon breath.

The holy power turned into a torrent of destruction, erupting crazily. "Break for me!"

A roar suddenly erupted from the center of the dragon breath.

A golden figure rushed out from the explosion range, ripping with both hands violently.

Luo Yu's dragon breath was actually torn in half by this person.

Tearing apart dragon breath with bare hands; this level of strength was already not inferior to a true dragon. "Red Dragon Emperor, come and fight me!"

A young man wearing golden armor stomped the ground to pieces with a fierce kick.

Borrowing this explosive force, his whole body shot into the sky like a cannonball, lunging straight at Luo Yu.

He was around the same age as Luo Yu, his entire suit of armor shining brightly.

Luo Yu recognized him after just a glance. "Subspecies Balance Breaker... Regulus Nemea."

The corners of his mouth hooked up. "No wonder you could block my dragon breath. That thing can naturally make the holder immune to long-range magic attacks."

If he remembered correctly, the original owner of Regulus Nemea was Sairaorg Bael.

This guy had extremely low magic power; as the eldest young master of the Bael family, he actually hadn't inherited the Power of Destruction.

But his physical strength directly crushed all pure-blooded devils.

The head of the new generation of four kings of the Underworld.

He relied entirely on brute force to tame Regulus Nemea, and used only seven Pawn pieces to convert this Sacred Gear into a servant.

The host of this generation of Regulus Nemea was indeed the most special one.

Luo Yu shook his head, his face full of disdain. "With just this bit of ability, you want to hurt me?"

He turned violently and whipped out his dragon tail.

The air was whipped into a cracking sound, smashing fiercely toward Sairaorg Bael.

Bang!

With a dull, loud thud, the entire sky trembled.

Sairaorg Bael gathered his strength and threw a punch, his fist wrapped in the augmentation of Regulus Nemea, but it only left a shallow mark on the scales.

Let alone breaking the defense, he didn't even knock off a single scale.

His internal organs were violently shaken, a metallic taste welled up in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back down.

Immediately after, he frantically swung his fists again, a dense barrage of fist shadows smashing toward Luo Yu.

Punch after punch, all landing on flesh.

But when it came down to it, he had only just touched the threshold of an Ultimate-Class Devil, and even if he relied on his Balance Breaker to step into the Maou-Class, compared to Luo Yu, he was lacking by more than just a little.

Ordinary Maou-Class powerhouses might not even be able to hurt this dragon species, let alone him.

After a fierce barrage, Luo Yu's defense remained unmoved. "That's enough."

Luo Yu's massive body, over thirty zhang long, suddenly erupted with holy power, directly blasting Sairaorg Bael away.

"Oh no!"

Sairaorg Bael's heart tightened; before he could adjust his posture, Luo Yu's huge figure had already pressed before him, icy killing intent shining through his dragon pupils.

The dragon claws were raised high, the five sharp talons like five blades tearing through the void, a cold light flashing.

The armor on Sairaorg Bael's chest, formed by Regulus Nemea, shattered on the spot, and five bloodstains deep enough to see bone lay across his chest, almost splitting him in two.

Blood gushed out, and his body smashed heavily onto the ground.

Fortunately, the place where the two fought was not far from the White Jade Holy Mountain, otherwise, just this fresh scent of blood would have attracted all the monsters in the Ancient Battlefield.

"Cough, cough cough..."

Sairaorg Bael lay on the ground, blood continuously spitting from his mouth, but a trace of fighting spirit rose on his face, and he grinned: "As expected, I am a grade lower, a level lower than you monsters... This is what makes it interesting."

Just like how he was the head of the new generation of four kings of the Underworld, one level higher than the other three, being the first to step into the Ultimate-Class Devil.

And as for those four monsters known as the Four Great Emperors, the Red Dragon Emperor had already reached the Maou-Class, and the other three were likely about the same.

This was just their own power, not counting how deeply they had developed their Sacred Gears.

The reason the Three Realms called them the Four Great Emperors was more because they had played their Sacred Gears to the extreme.

"What you should be thinking about now is not this."

Bang!

Luo Yu descended from the high sky, his dragon claws becoming an indestructible cage, fiercely pressing Sairaorg Bael, who wanted to crawl up, to the ground, making him unable to even move.

Sairaorg Bael was already severely injured, and this blow caused him to spit out several more mouthfuls of blood.

He panted heavily, speaking with difficulty: "Cough... Red Dragon Emperor, I really didn't intend to be your enemy, I was just itching for a fight."

"You made a move on me."

Luo Yu's voice was as cold as ice shards, and his dragon claws slowly tightened. "Before, there was a guy who also made a move on me; he didn't have any malice either, but the outcome was the same."

He paused. "The weak should have self-awareness; provoking the strong casually will not end well."

The force of the dragon claws grew greater and greater, as if intending to grind this ignorant thing directly into meat paste.

On the Ancient Battlefield, there would soon be one more puddle of blood.

"Wait!"

Sairaorg Bael's face turned deathly pale.

He could clearly feel that in the Red Dragon Emperor's cold vertical pupils, the killing intent was real.

This guy wasn't trying to scare people; he really wanted to kill him.

"I was sent by Lord Beelzebub, I really have no malice..."

"Beelzebub?"

Luo Yu's movements paused, and the force of his claws loosened by a few points.

This name was a bit interesting.

In the Underworld, besides Sirzechs Lucifer, the second Super Devil, Ajuka Beelzebub.

That madman who created the Devil reincarnation technology.

"How did he know I was in the Ancient Battlefield?"

Luo Yu was more curious about this.

"The matter of you conducting Dragon Reincarnation has already spread in the Heaven, and the species you transformed into naturally cannot be hidden."

Sairaorg Bael hurriedly explained, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, he would be patted into a meat pie.

"The Holy Light Dragon needs a high-concentration light element cultivation environment; the places in the Three Realms that meet the conditions can be counted on one hand."

When he said this, Luo Yu already understood what was going on.

Before, he traveled everywhere, and no one could grasp his whereabouts; plus, he was careful enough, so no one could pinpoint where he was.

But this time it was different.

The cultivation location he chose exposed his needs; the Holy Light Dragon needs places with high light elements, and such places in the Three Realms are few in total.

Except for Heaven, the rest are just those few places.

The Ancient Battlefield of the Underworld is one.

As long as one squats here, one can always wait for him to appear.

As for that branch of the Mirror Lake of Light in the underworld, I'm afraid it has long been surrounded by cadres of the Fallen Angels, just waiting for him to deliver himself to the door.

"Your Maou sending you to ambush me, isn't that looking down on me too much?"

Luo Yu's tone carried sarcasm.

"Red Dragon Emperor, you joke; His Majesty sent me to help you Four Great Emperors complete the God Fall."

Sairaorg Bael hurriedly stated the main business.

Luo Yu retracted his dragon claws.

If he pressed any further, this guy would really be crushed to death alive.

He looked down at Sairaorg Bael, a playful smile hanging on the corners of his mouth. "With your level, you come to be cannon fodder?"

Sairaorg Bael grimaced in pain, but still braced himself to speak. "Not quite, helping you block the attacks of the God of the Underworld is not a big problem."

God Fall.

That was the plan he was leading, to cut down Hades, God of the Underworld.

It was too normal for people to know about this; among the four of them, two were undercover.

It was just that the Underworld side dragged it out until the last moment before receiving word.

The news had leaked from Vali's side.