70: Chapter 70 A Devastating Battle!
Necropolis of the Gods, 14th Floor.
This level's space was even more expansive; as far as the eye could see, it was an endless wasteland.
The moment Allen stepped onto this level, his skin felt the wind blades drifting in the air, dense as knife cuts.
In the distance.
A cyan streak of light tore through the sky, moving so fast it left behind layers of afterimages, aiming directly at Allen on the edge of the teleportation array.
"You've finally arrived."
"Two whole millennia, I've finally waited for someone to walk right into the trap."
The light faded.
An emaciated old man wearing a cyan robe stood suspended in mid-air.
His eyes were narrow and long, and he looked down at Allen with a greedy gaze.
Upon sensing that Allen was only a Midgod.
The emaciated old man couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.
"A Midgod?"
"Is the Chief God playing a joke on me?"
"If I kill a piece of trash like you, I can gain my freedom?"
The Wind-attribute Highgod was named Thor.
He had been imprisoned by Beirut on this fourteenth floor for over a thousand years, and his desire for freedom had long since surpassed everything else.
Allen held a high-god artifact sword in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his expression devoid of fluctuation.
He didn't even look at Thor's twisted face, simply silently sensing the rhythm of his Fire God Clone.
The Divine Power after the Fusion of the three elements surged through his Meridians like rushing magma, emitting a low roar.
"What?"
"Scared silly?"
Thor sneered.
A slender rapier suddenly appeared in his hand, the entire body shimmering with the clear radiance of a high-god artifact.
"Die!"
Thor's figure vanished instantly.
As a Wind-attribute Highgod, although he was mediocre in his comprehension of the Law.
But with the speed boost after the qualitative change in Divine Power, ordinary Midgods couldn't even capture his afterimages.
"Too slow."
Allen whispered.
He wasn't putting on an act.
After the Fusion of [Fire Element], [Profound Mystery of Explosion], and [Fire Body Technique].
Allen's perception and explosive power had reached a terrifying level.
In his eyes, Thor's movements were like they were stuck in a quagmire, every point of force clearly visible.
Boom!
Allen didn't retreat but instead advanced, taking a step forward; the reddish-brown ground beneath his feet instantly cracked.
The longsword in his hand slashed upwards violently.
There were no superfluous Moves, only pure power and extreme explosiveness.
The two swords collided.
Thor, who had originally held the victory in his hands, saw his expression change drastically.
The webbing between his thumb and index finger instantly burst, and his protective Divine Power was as fragile as a piece of paper before that explosive force.
"This is impossible!"
Thor screamed, his entire body sent flying by the massive impact, smashing into a pile of rocks in the distance like a meteor.
Allen stood in place, casually twirling his sword, a flash of disappointment passing through his eyes.
The so-called Four-Star Fiend, before his current self, was almost losing the qualifications to even be a whetstone.
Even if the opponent had the rank suppression of Highgod Divine Power, it couldn't bridge the chasm brought about by the Fusion of three Laws.
Furthermore.
Allen's Physical Body, baptized by the yangyan fire jujube, had already crossed the threshold of a Highgod.
"Is this it?"
Allen took a step, shrinking the earth beneath his feet.
Thor had just climbed out of the ruins when he was met with that searing, red-glowing longsword.
"There's no need to say any begging words."
"Your only value to me is that Godspark."
Allen's voice was cold.
The red glow streaked across the night sky.
Thor didn't even have time to cast any forbidden technique before his head flew into the sky.
A Highgod Godspark shimmering with a cyan, ghostly light was casually snatched into Allen's palm.
He checked the space ring left behind by Thor.
Inside, besides two ordinary high-god artifacts, the rest was just junk like gravel.
"So poor."
Allen curled his lip and tossed it into a corner.
For the next three days, the fourteenth floor became Allen's hunting ground.
Because he didn't deliberately restrain his aura.
Those Highgods who craved freedom, like sharks smelling blood, surged over in waves.
From Earth-attribute Highgods with gravity like mountains to Death-attribute Highgods with eerie Souls.
Allen killed them almost one by one with a single sword stroke.
His combat techniques sublimated rapidly during the slaughter, no longer confined to the Moves of the System, but rather leaning more towards the wielding of the Law's Origin.
"The seventeenth."
Allen shook the blood off his sword blade and looked toward the central altar in front.
A black figure stood there.
This figure was completely different from the previous cannon fodder; the space around him was constantly collapsing and reorganizing.
A Highgod of the Laws of Destruction.
This was the true gatekeeper of the fourteenth floor.
The man in black slowly opened his eyes, his gray pupils devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"Kill me."
"And you can enter the fifteenth floor."
"But I will also use the power of destruction to completely erase this trace of your Soul."
The man in black's voice was rough and grating.
The Laws of Destruction were known for their attack power.
Although the opponent hadn't truly touched the edge of Fusion, the refinement level of his Divine Power was already that of a half-step Five-Star Fiend.
"Finally, someone decent has come."
Allen, however, smiled brightly.
The moment the two confronted each other, the wind on the wasteland seemed to freeze.
The man in black suddenly raised his hand, and a jet-black thunderbolt pierced through the Void Realm; it was the manifestation of the Laws of Destruction.
Allen didn't use a Divine Artifact for defense but instead opened his palm directly, and red Divine Power condensed in front of him into a dark red shield.
Crack!
The shield shattered, and the remaining force slammed into Allen's chest.
However.
Allen just shook his shoulders.
The faint red glow on his body surface directly dissipated the subsequent destructive force.
"A Highgod-level body?"
The man in black frowned, clearly realizing the severity of the problem.
Allen didn't give him time to think.
"Burning Heaven!"
This Move had undergone a qualitative change in his hands.
The originally scattered firelight was now highly compressed into an extremely thin red line.
Wherever the red line passed, space was burned into pitch-black cracks, carrying an unquestionable sense of annihilation.
The man in black felt the threat of death.
He roared and swung his black heavy sword, pouring all his Divine Power of Destruction into it, attempting to withstand this strike head-on.
Unfortunately.
He underestimated the penetrating power of the three-element Fusion.
The red line instantly sliced through his heavy sword, and under the opponent's stunned gaze, it plunged directly into the center of his forehead.
There was no earth-shattering explosion; there was only silent annihilation.
The man in black's body, like a sand sculpture, dissipated with the wind.
At the same time.
Golden light erupted above the altar, and three treasures shimmering with flowing light slowly descended.
Allen took a glance.
A Life-attribute Godspark; he would keep it for now.
A high-level god artifact for soul defense; better than nothing.
Until Allen's gaze fell upon the third white jade bottle.
"Thunder Origin Liquid?"
Allen gripped the bottle, feeling the violent lightning aura emanating from within.
It was power far purer than ordinary Lightning Elements, which had great benefits for ordinary Lightning Affinity deities.
"What a pity."
"The Thunder God Clone is not here."
"This thing is useless for the time being."
"..."
After putting the Thunder Origin Liquid into his space ring.
Allen shook his head and muttered in a low voice.
Afterwards.
Allen looked up toward the Void Realm.
If nothing unexpected happened.
Beirut, that big boss, should be observing this place, right!
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