Chapter 468: The Arm of the Last Twilight King (10,000)

Twilight magic is extremely terrifying.

This may be the only power in the entire world that can directly extract the life of the target.

The former Twilight Witch relied on this move to dominate the world and was invincible. Even the last Twilight King did not dare to say that he was a match for this sister.

What would be the effect of the power that could even drain the gods upon Agulal? Although Irelia's strength could not be compared with that of the former Twilight Witch, Agulal was not a god from eight thousand years ago.

In just a moment, Agulal aged several decades, and even his originally upright body became hunched. In other words, dusk magic cannot be used on the same target multiple times in a row, otherwise this magic would be invincible.

The saddest thing is that even though he has suffered serious trauma, Agulal still doesn’t even understand what happened to him.

Before, the scarlet blade energy cut his finger. It was obviously just a very small wound. For a being of Agulal's level, it could be fully recovered in the blink of an eye. But it was just this small wound that was still bleeding even now.

The blood in the body seemed to be pulled by some force, becoming restless.

There were still horrible toxins spreading in his body, constantly torturing and damaging his body, and his internal organs had even shown signs of failure and decay.

His body looked inexplicably old, and the intense fatigue even made Agulal want to lie down on the ground and take a nap. What's worse is that Agulal had a premonition that once he really fell asleep on the ground, he would never have the chance to wake up again.

Where on earth did these three extremely weird women come from?

Could it be that he had been in seclusion for too long and the Dusk Continent had changed too much? What worried Agulal the most was that the most terrifying guy behind him was still approaching rapidly. If Ron caught up with him, it would be all over.

Originally, Agulal wanted to try to negotiate with the women in front of him, hoping that they would take the initiative to give way, but he no longer wanted to waste any time. Now every second is precious to him.

A sinister look swept over the three women around him, and Agulal's hand trembled, and a layer of dense cracks appeared on the surface of the black magic knife in his hand.

"Demon Dragon, unseal!"

There was a loud shout, followed by a snap. A ray of black light flashed across the surface of the blade, and the next moment, the magic knife exploded.

Large amounts of thick black fog emanated from the blade.

The thick fog rolled violently, and finally gradually condensed together and turned into a huge demon dragon.

Although it was just a pure dragon soul, it still had majestic dragon horns, glittering dragon scales, and a pair of scarlet dragon eyes that contained endless madness and brutality.

Ang! The violent dragon roar shook the earth, and the city of the Kingdom of Sbon was trembling. The dragon's breath spread from the sky, and with the location of the dragon soul as the center, the buildings in the surrounding large area collapsed one after another. The city wall, which was already full of cracks, could no longer support it at this time and shattered.

Even large tracts of forest outside the city were overturned, and a large area looked like a desert.

The devil dragon is inherently violent.

After being sealed in the magic sword for decades, the dragon soul's violent character has become more serious than ever before.

At this moment, there was no normal thought in the dragon soul of the demon dragon. All it could think of was... destroy, destroy, destroy...

The overwhelming brutality and the soul of a giant dragon made Irelia and the other two couldn't help but change their expressions slightly. After all, this was a dragon soul. The dragon clan ruled the Dusk Continent for eight thousand years. Although they have now perished, their power is still there.

Even though these women were not ordinary people and were very powerful, they still felt an instinctive fear in their hearts when they saw the Dragon Soul.

At this moment, a pair of scarlet dragon eyes scanned around and quickly identified the target.

Irelia.

Although there was only extreme brutality left in the dragon soul, for some reason, the moment it saw Irelia, the dragon soul felt an instinctive disgust. The aura of Irelia made the dragon soul feel crazy.

With a roar, the dragon soul, carrying with it overwhelming dragon power, swooped down towards Irelia.

Irelia's face was a little pale, but she had grown a lot now. Although she was a little scared, she did not retreat at all. She held the scepter tightly in her hand with her slender fingers, trying to resist the dragon soul that was coming towards her.

A hideous sneer appeared on Agulal's face.

That's it.

The former demon dragon was a true legendary existence. It might seem small and insignificant among the dragon clan, but it was the most powerful among humans. Although only one dragon soul is left now, it is impossible for it to exert its former combat power and it cannot hold on for too long.

However, dragging out these women in front of him was more than enough to buy himself some time to escape.

I am indeed smart. A simple thing I did decades ago can actually buy me a chance to survive today.

Agulal was feeling proud, but at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The dragon soul had already rushed towards the white-haired woman, but suddenly, the soul stopped in mid-air, motionless.

A pair of wings flapped desperately, but it seemed as if some mysterious force was constantly stopping the dragon soul's actions. No matter how hard the dragon soul struggled, it could not get any closer. The soul was even slowly retreating.

Agulal, who was originally full of confidence, was stunned and even forgot to escape.

What on earth is going on? This night was really weird, one weird thing after another, and it just couldn't stop.

As if it was pure instinct, Agulal followed the dragon soul's body and looked up at the sky above and to the side. But after just one look, Agulal's face turned pale in an instant, completely bloodless.

A huge whirlpool suddenly appeared above the Dragon Soul.

The vortex was pitch black, like a black hole.

Under the rapid rotation, powerful attraction gushed out from the vortex. The mysterious energy seemed to transform into chains, entangled with the dragon soul. It was this mysterious power that made the dragon soul unable to move at all.

That’s not all. There seemed to be some extremely strange and powerful aura hidden in this vortex. Agulal only felt that his body and soul were inexplicably oppressed by a strong sense of oppression.

In comparison, animals have sharper perceptions, and dragons are no exception, even if only a dragon soul is left.

That is why the terror felt by the dragon soul was far stronger than that of Agulal. The huge dragon soul had long lost the dignity of the dragon clan and was struggling desperately in the air like a lizard.

Flapping its wings randomly and dancing its sharp claws.

Waves of fearful dragon roars continued to spread in the air.

Thinking back, even if he split the magic dragon into two with one move, the magic dragon had never appeared like this. Even before, what kind of aura and what kind of existence could make the magic dragon, who was fearless and had long lost his mind, so frightened?

Agulal's body began to tremble.

Reason told him that he must leave here immediately and must not continue watching.

However, his body seemed to have completely lost control. He just stood stiffly in place, his eyes widening wider and wider, staring at the vortex in the sky. Slowly, he saw it clearly.

Right in the vortex, there are densely packed things that look like sharp teeth, arranged in a spiral shape.

That, that is not a black hole at all, that is the mouthpart of some creature.

Huh! Just when Agulal saw this clearly, the attraction from the mouth suddenly increased. The dragon, which was struggling desperately, could no longer bear it and was directly pulled up by the suction force and entered the mouth.

Gurgle.

Crunch...

A friction sound that made Agulal feel his teeth ache came from the sky. Right in front of Agulal, the soul of the dragon was crushed into pieces the moment it entered its mouthparts.

The dragon soul of the evil dragon was gone just like that.

If there wasn't some resentment still lingering in the air, one would even feel that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

joke.

That is a holy relic made from the corpse of the Father God Arriaeus.

The power of the holy relic made from the corpse of the evil god can be imagined. Even if it is just the lowest-level evil god, it is definitely not something that the soul of a dragon can withstand. This is the first time this holy relic has been used after it was successfully refined. So far, the effect is quite good, and Ron is very satisfied.

Agulal's face was as pale as paper, and he didn't know how he should react now.

“Ancestor…”

A voice echoed in Agulal's ears.

His body trembled violently, his pupils trembled, and his stiff body seemed to have turned into some kind of machine. He turned around little by little, and the familiar figure appeared in front of Agulal again.

It's Ron.

His right hand was extended, palm facing up.

The black hole in the sky quickly began to shrink after tearing apart and devouring the dragon's soul, and then quietly returned to Ron's hand, turning into a milky white worm several inches long.

All of this was done by this guy Ron? Monster, monster.

This guy is a monster.

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

Ron smiled and laughed.

That smile almost made Agulal's soul explode.

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Nature's Heart Church.

Marcelino, Mireya and Ashburn walked in front.

Kareem and Simmons walked a little later.

The royal family and the Copperfield family were huddled together at the back.

There is an extremely important seal at the headquarters of the Church of Nature's Heart. This is no secret, and many people in the Spang Theocracy know about it, but not many people know where this seal is.

If I hadn't followed this trip today, who would have thought that the sealed entrance was actually in the Pope's Palace.

The stairs leading to the underground were winding and narrow, and seemed a bit crowded with so many people.

This entrance probably hasn't been opened for a long time, and the air seems very dirty. There is a magic stone inlaid every few steps on both sides of the stairs. The quality of these magic stones is quite high. Even after so many years, they still emit soft white light.

Although the atmosphere was a little gloomy, the white light provided by these magic stones did not make it seem too depressing. The soft white light drew tough traces in front of the eyes. As the entrance was opened, the airflow brought about a lot of fine dust, which appeared particularly obvious under the reflection of the light.

This spiral staircase is very high.

It was like some kind of customary rule. Whether it was the Church of Nature's Heart or other places in the world, they all liked to place important seals deep underground, as if only in this way could they maintain confidentiality.

We kept walking down, and the vertical height was about one hundred meters, which was only halfway there.

Looking down through the circular hole between the spiral stairs, there was a thick layer of darkness below, like a rolling fog. Even with the light provided by the magic stone, it was still bizarre and hazy.

That place seemed to be hiding some kind of horrible life.

Even though the people present were all masters of extraordinary strength, at this moment, they still felt an indescribable fear in their hearts.

In my ears, I could even hear the faint, heart-pounding roar of some creature.

Originally, these people looked a little frivolous. Whether they really didn't care or they were pretending, at least on the surface, no one took this action seriously. After all, they were all legendary masters. If they were trembling with fear at this time, would they still have face? But when they heard the faint roar in their ears, their faces suddenly became solemn, their faces were ashen, and some even had their lips trembling slightly.

But no one dropped out.

They were like a group of stiff puppets, controlled by some mysterious force, walking towards the deepest part step by step, as if they were stepping into the abyss.

And this power is called greed.

Are you scared?

Maybe, I would be afraid.

After all, this is an existence comparable to that of an evil god. Even if it is just an arm, the energy contained in it is not something that ordinary practitioners can contend with.

The roar in their ears and the extremely suppressed breath kept reminding them that the real purgatory lay ahead...but greed, the pursuit of strength, and the desire for power kept their hearts restless every moment.

With solemn faces, they took heavy steps again and again. Even if there was really hell ahead, they would never stop for a moment.

Only Karem even had a slightly weird smile on his face.

Click, click, click...

In the silent space, only slightly chaotic sounds echoed around.

The height was decreasing. Although the spiral staircase was very high, it should not be a big deal for a strong man of this level. But now the staircase seemed to have no end. In this weird atmosphere, they could not even sense how much time had passed.

When I finally stepped down the last step, I could actually hear a sigh of relief from all around.

"Everyone..."

"The seal is just ahead."

Mireya's voice floated in the empty environment.

Looking around, what appeared in front of me was a wide square. The ground was paved with granite, which was cut very flat and smooth. Under the light from the magic stone on the wall, the ground was shining and mysterious.

The floor has a slight curve.

It's sunken in the middle, and when you stand on the floor you even have the illusion of leaning forward involuntarily.

"Under normal circumstances, only the Grand Saint is qualified to enter here." Mireya's voice sounded again: "This is a forbidden area of ​​the church. Apart from the Grand Saint, even the Pope is not qualified to enter. Today is an exception."

"It doesn't matter. If we succeed this time, everyone will have to thank the Great Saint for this." Kareem said slowly, "Everyone, let's go."

After the voice fell, Kareem walked straight forward without waiting for others to respond.

The other people behind him looked at each other, but in the end they just followed Karem obediently.

After walking forward for several hundred meters, the group finally stopped. At this point, they had clearly seen that this underground secret room was more like a huge funnel, with a deep depression in the middle.

As if to allow people to see more clearly, when gradually approaching the center of the secret room, even the ground is inlaid with magic stones, each of which is of top quality. At a glance, the number is probably not thousands, but may even be tens of thousands.

Apart from anything else, these magic stones alone are a huge fortune.

But now no one cared about the magic stones. Everyone held their breath out of pure instinct. For a moment, the entire secret room seemed exceptionally quiet.

Only the increasingly intense heartbeats mixed together and echoed.

At this moment, if someone was standing opposite, they could clearly see faces filled with shock and extreme greed.

Right in front of them, in the middle of the secret room, at the deepest part of the funnel, was a huge altar, on which was placed a huge coffin. The coffin seemed to be made of calcined bronze, but it looked more condensed, more lustrous, and heavier than bronze.

The coffin is very large.

The height is at least seven or eight meters, the width is eleven or twelve meters, and the length is at least seventy or eighty meters.

The coffin was placed quietly on the altar, without any movement. However, the depression in the chest of every practitioner suddenly soared wildly at this moment. The powerful pressure seemed to be about to squeeze their bodies into meat paste.

However, there was no change in these people's bodies.

That kind of repression targets the soul.

Is this... the seal that seals the remains of the last Dusk King?

In this huge coffin is the left arm of the last Twilight King?

Ten thousand words sent 　　 　 (end of this chapter)