MF-novel Chapter 392
Chapter 392
Chapter 392
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On the peak of a mountain which had been created by the stack of white bones, forty-nine Demon Dragons were flying around in the sky. The Demon Dragons opened their big mouths, exposing the sparkling fangs that could make other people fearfully tremble and then disgorged black smokes. The dragon aura of the Demon Dragons was overwhelming the entire bone mountain's peak.
On the peak, there were one hundred and eight white-bone pillars. The pillars were splendid like jades, the images of the Demon Gods of the ancient time were engraved on the surface of the pillars.
One hundred and eight white-bone pillars formed a miraculous formation. Their positions were arranged based on the changes of the stars. The dragon auras, which were disgorged by the forty-nine Demon Dragons, were all absorbed by those white-bone pillars.
When those bone pillars had absorbed the dragon aura to a specific degree, the Demon Gods of the ancient time, which were engraved on the surface of the pillars, would revive and then rush to the altar in the middle of the formation.
The rhombus-shaped altar was made of white bones. Layers of boundaries blockaded the surroundings of the altar. Between the layers of boundaries outside the altar, many kinds of earth-destructive auras were conflicting with each other nonstop, shooting out waves of energy that were so violent that all the warriors of the Demon Area were able to feel them.
A skinny old man with white hair on his temples and a serious face was standing in the middle of the altar.
He was totally naked, suffering different kinds of power striking his body. Besides, he was also enduring the attacks of the Demon Gods of the ancient time which could hit him at any time.
Every time one Demon God of the ancient time broke through the boundaries and went inside, a Holy Armament suddenly appeared on his naked body that radiated thousand-meter holy lights. The Holy Armament contained tremendous God power, emitting the light which was similar to the converged light of the sunlight and the moonlight. Moreover, the Holy Armament kept discharging impetuous aura nonstop.
The Demon Gods of the ancient time released a variety of magics, either swinging their arms in launching thousands of lightning strikes, or the violent punch that was as heavy as a mountain, or dividing into hundreds of Demon Gods. However, these attacks on that elderly man were all crushed and bounced right off by the Holy Armament's energy waves.
While battling, sometimes his bare body was full of wounds; other times, his arms had been both cut off. However, they were all regenerated and regained their normal state just in a short time. His body was almost immortal, eternally indestructible.
At the same time, he also opened his mouth, spurting out a drop of blood. That blood drop was as red as ruby and able to tear apart the boundaries and smash the white-bone pillars.
Nevertheless, every time one white-bone pillar had been broken, the thousand-meter bone mountain instantly vibrated, and then a brand-new white-bone pillar rose up again. The number of the one hundred and eight white-bone pillars had remained unchanged so that the formations could operate normally.
Outside of the formation, three White Bones Dharma Bodies were as big as mountains, emitting demon aura that was as vast as the sea. On the sparkling white-bone body, thousands of strange badges, which looked like stars in the sky blinking nonstop, were slowly changing their positions.
One of the three White Bones Dharma Bodies was looking toward the altar. Two demon flames were dancing in their sockets. Its eyes were staring at the person on the altar.
"King Abaddon, the strength of your body has been consumed eighty percent. The reason you have been able to have persistently endured until now is due to your peculiar Immortal Martial Spirit and the Alaister family's Eternal Holy Armament that has been transmitted throughout many years."
"Although you have just reached the First Sky of the Spirit Realm, you can rely on burning the Immortal Blood to strain that long. Abaddon, you deserve to be the once-in-a-thousand-year exceptional genius of the Alaister family." The White Bones Dharma Body in the middle suddenly spoke up. "But your Immortal Blood is limited; the Eternal Holy Armament requires the Immortal Blood to continue releasing the God power. When you have used up all the Immortal Blood, how much longer can you sustain this Heavenly Demon Wind God formation?"
Abaddon's face finally changed.
Until now, he realised the danger of the current situation; however, he was resentful that he was being imprisoned in the Heavenly Demon Wind God formation and impossible to escape from it to return to the Endless Sea.
"Abaddon, I still have another suggestion. You should consider it carefully." Apollyon hesitated for a while before speaking, "If you agree to help me, cooperate with me to kill Owen and Bret, I promise I will give you the God King's remnant and the blood inside the bodies of those two. Once you collect enough of the God King's blood, you will be able to enter the Realm that ordinary people can't even imagine."
Abaddon tightly knitted his eyebrows, didn't reply.
"Of course, after that, you have to help me with one thing, which is using the God King's strength to break the walls between the First, the Second and the Third Demon Area."
"Once the three Demon Areas are opened, not only the Endless Sea but even the Grace Mainland will fall into the misery."
Abaddon both coldly smiled and shook his head at the same time. " I don't want to become the eternal sinner nor the stepping-stone for your Demon tribes. You should find someone else."
"Demon tribes?" Apollyon gritted his teeth and smiled, "The three Antiquities consists of the Grand Antiquity, the High Antiquity, and the Remote Antiquity. During the Remote Antiquity, The Alaister family was really the human tribe. But, during the High Antiquity, the Alaister family was actually one of the pagan tribes. If it wasn't because the Alaister family had only passed on the blood, not the typical features of the pagan tribe after several times of hybridization, I am afraid that you, Great Human Hero King Abaddon, would have been much different from the human more than I am."
Abaddon's face changed in trepidation. His lips shivered for a while but didn't explain anything.
"Therefore, don't mention 'pagan tribes' to me. After all, we both are pagan tribes. No need to be too stubborn." Apollyon frigidly smiled.
"How could you know about this?" Abaddon kept silent for a long while then released a long sigh and asked.
"A hundred years ago, in the Endless Sea, there appeared the turbulent space region. Before that, it had also appeared once in the Fourth Demon Area." Apollyon's voice became heavy. "And me, I was still a normal hunter of the Dragon Horn Clan by that time. I also unintentionally entered the turbulent space region and found something in the rift of space. Otherwise, I wouldn't have attained the Demon King position now."
"The turbulent space region used to appear in the Demon Area as well?"
"If not, how could I know the story about you, three as clearly as the back of my hand?" Apollyon coldly laughed. "The things that I have gained helps me know what have happened with the three of you, some secrets in the Grand Antiquity, the High Antiquity, the Remote Antiquity, and also know that Alaister family was one of the pagan tribe in the High Antiquity."
"You have talked that much just because you want me to unite with the Demon tribes. But, you certainly understand me as well." Abaddon cold-heartedly said.
Apollyon suddenly mused. After a while, he released a sigh, nodded the big skull of the White Bones Dharma Body then said, "I have soon known that you would not agree. However, as you are the opponent that I respect, I think that I should let you know something before you are tortured to death."
At the same time, the Demon Gods on one hundred and eight white-bone pillars started to operate again, massively flying out, dashing toward Abaddon.
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