71: Chapter 71 The Graveyard of the Gods, Level 15!
Dark Forest. Inside the metal castle.
Beirut leaned back on his wide throne, fiddling with two deep cyan spheres in his hand.
In the Void Realm before him, a huge water screen was manifesting.
The image reflected within it was, surprisingly, the scene of the 14th floor of the Necropolis of the Gods.
Seeing Allen Dawson's devastating battle, Beirut's long, narrow eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
"Five-Star Fiend combat power."
"But this, surely is not all you have!"
Beirut's voice was deep, carrying an unfathomable magnetism.
It must be said, Beirut was quite satisfied with Allen Dawson's performance.
Because the improvement after Allen Dawson consumed the yangyan fire jujube far exceeded Beirut's expectations.
"Three Mysteries of the Laws have completely achieved Fusion, and the fourth is coming soon."
"In his hands, the Laws of Fire seem to no longer be rigid energy, but have acquired a Soul."
Beirut commented softly, the smile on the corner of his mouth growing richer.
At the same time, he was even more convinced that Allen Dawson was a good candidate.
Perhaps... handing the Fire-style Sovereign Godhead to Allen Dawson was the most correct choice.
"Ten thousand years of time."
"Little guy, if you can reach the Realm I expect within ten thousand years."
"What harm is there in giving this Sovereign Godhead to you?"
Beirut tapped his fingers on the table, emitting a crisp clatter.
He was willing to give Allen Dawson a chance, a chance to truly reach the summit.
Of course, all of this had a prerequisite.
That was for Allen Dawson to maintain his current growth speed and not stagnate at any Realm.
Otherwise, no matter how much Beirut favored Allen Dawson, he would abandon him without hesitation.
Necropolis of the Gods, 15th floor.
The air here was filled with a thick, decaying aura.
The sky presented a sickly grayish-purple, and occasionally a few pale streams of light streaked across, bringing with them bursts of shrill whistling sounds.
The moment Allen Dawson landed, he felt several malicious Divine Senses sweep over him one after another.
"The Law suppression here is several times stronger than on the 14th floor."
Allen Dawson muttered to himself.
Afterward, Allen Dawson's figure flickered and vanished from where he stood.
He did not hide his aura.
On the contrary, he was like the only torch in the darkness, radiating violent Divine Power fluctuations of the Laws of Fire.
"Since I am here to sharpen my blade, I might as well make a big scene."
Allen Dawson sneered, and the dark red longsword in his hand emitted bursts of excited low hums.
After walking for less than half a day, a burst of pitch-black smoke suddenly rose in the Bone Forest ahead.
The smoke quickly condensed, turning into a thin, pale-skinned old man in black robes.
In his eyes, two balls of ghostly green Soul fire danced, and he held a scepter polished from a spine.
"Midgod?"
"Ignorant thing, daring to barge into the Death Wasteland."
The black-robed old man's voice was dry, like two rusty iron plates rubbing together.
Before his words faded, he slammed the scepter in his hand onto the ground.
Boom! The surface within ten thousand meters instantly shattered.
Countless pale bone hands reached out from the dirt, attempting to grab Allen Dawson's legs.
A coldness appeared at the corner of Allen Dawson's mouth as he tapped his toe lightly in the Void Realm.
"Explode!"
A circle of dark red fire waves exploded from under his feet.
Those bone hands, capable of tearing apart ordinary Midgods, turned into dust the moment they touched this wave of fire.
The black-robed old man's Soul fire shrank suddenly.
He clearly did not expect that a mere Midgod's material attack could be condensed to such a degree.
"Interesting."
"Remember my name, Death High-level God Morpheus."
Death High-level God Morpheus spread his arms, and the black mist behind him instantly blotted out the sky.
A translucent gray light wave, with lightning speed, plunged directly into Allen Dawson's Sea of Consciousness.
Death Law ultimate Move: Soul Devour!
This kind of attack directly targeting the Soul was impossible to guard against and was the most troublesome method for all experts.
Unfortunately, Death High-level God Morpheus had chosen the wrong opponent.
In Allen Dawson's Sea of Consciousness, that Divine Artifact emitting a pale purple light trembled slightly.
The Soul Devour wave was neutralized by more than fifty percent before that thin-as-cicada-wing purple light shield.
The remaining energy naturally could not do anything to Allen Dawson.
After all, Allen Dawson's Physical Body and Soul had long reached the Highgod level.
"high-level god artifact for soul defense?"
"How could such a treasure be in the hands of a Midgod like you!"
Death High-level God Morpheus let out an unpleasant shriek.
Whether it was a material attack Divine Artifact or a material defense Divine Artifact, neither of these two types of Divine Artifacts were rare existences.
As long as one was a God-level Expert, they could nurture them using their Divine Power.
Lowgods nurture Lowgod Divine Artifacts.
Midgods nurture Midgod Divine Artifacts.
Highgods nurture high-god artifacts.
But a high-level god artifact for soul defense was different.
The refining process for a high-level god artifact for soul defense was very complex.
Many experts at the Highgod Realm did not possess a high-level god artifact for soul defense.
On the other side, Allen Dawson couldn't be bothered to answer.
His entire body turned into a red line, instantly closing the distance with his opponent.
"Burning Heaven!"
He swung his longsword.
What it brought forth was not a sky full of fire, but a red glow of extreme extinction.
Death High-level God Morpheus hurriedly raised his bone scepter to block.
Crack! A pale green light screen appeared on the bone scepter, but it was easily cut open by the red glow.
The huge impact force blasted Death High-level God Morpheus thousands of meters away, smashing through several mountains of bones.
"Is this the level of a Five-Star Fiend?"
Allen Dawson steadied his figure, a trace of disappointment showing in his eyes.
"If it's only this level, then it's too boring."
In the ruins in the distance, Death High-level God Morpheus crawled out in a sorry state.
The black robe on his chest was already shattered, revealing a charred sword mark on his ribs.
"Arrogant!"
Death High-level God Morpheus roared.
He was a Highgod of the Laws of Death.
Outside, who wouldn't respectfully call him 'Lord' upon seeing him?
Yet now, he was actually being despised by a Midgod.
He slammed his chest violently, spitting out a mouthful of pitch-black divine blood.
That mouthful of divine blood quickly twisted in the air, transforming into a huge Nether Dragon.
The Dragon let out a silent roar.
The massive Soul pressure caused the entire space of the 15th floor to begin trembling.
"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish!"
Death High-level God Morpheus was already insane.
He absolutely had to kill this Midgod ant before him.
Feeling the threat emanating from that Nether Dragon, Allen Dawson not only did not retreat, but instead laughed excitedly.
"Well come!"
He put away his heavy sword and actually met it head-on with his fists.
Divine Power surged crazily through his Meridians.
Every inch of his muscle, under the enhancement of the Profound Mystery of Fire Body Art, became harder than a high-god artifact.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Allen Dawson and that Dragon collided crazily in mid-air.
Every punch that landed brought about a rift in space.
He was using this Dragon to temper his control over his Physical Body.
The Laws of Fire naturally represented extreme explosive power.
And his current goal was to integrate this explosive power into every drop of blood and every piece of bone.
The battle lasted for an entire day.
They fought from the Bone Forest to the Sea of Death Blood.
Death High-level God Morpheus became more and more alarmed the more he fought.
He discovered that the young man before him was evolving his combat techniques at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At first, Allen Dawson still had some superfluous movements.
But now, every Move was as precise as if it had been calculated countless times.
Even, he felt signs of the fourth Mystery of the Laws achieving Fusion on his opponent.
"He is using me as a sparring partner?"
An unprecedented sense of absurdity rose in Death High-level God Morpheus's heart.
He was a high-and-mighty Highgod; how had he been reduced to a whetstone for a Midgod?
This humiliation was harder to bear than being killed.
"Go to hell!"
Death High-level God Morpheus decided to use his final Move to perish together.
His body began to expand rapidly, and the black mist condensed into a Death Scythe that was a hundred meters long.
"Soul Returns... to the Nether Realm!"
This strike condensed all of his Divine Power and insights into the Laws.
The aura of death within ten thousand miles was drained, all converging on the blade of the scythe.
Even space was slashed by this stroke, creating a chasm that could not heal.