Chapter 469: Absorbing the Power of the Dusk King (Five Thousand)

It really is the place where the remains of the last Dusk King are sealed. Just this coffin looks shocking enough.

Although the coffin was just lying quietly on the altar without any abnormality, the invisible pressure released enveloped everyone's heart. Indistinctly, one could even glimpse countless gray-black threads in front of one's eyes, spreading out in all directions with the coffin as the center, slowly wriggling like air currents.

The sounds echoing in my ears became stronger and stronger, and more and more dense.

The longer you stay here, the greater the impact will be.

Unconsciously, the faces of many practitioners began to turn pale, and their foreheads were covered with dense beads of sweat the size of beans, rolling down their cheeks like a waterfall, and their bodies were shaking slightly uncontrollably.

People's breathing began to become rapid, and their chests rose and fell rapidly.

Even the magic power in his body began to become chaotic, and the temples on both sides of his head were buzzing, bulging and falling, bulging and falling.

"Hey!"

"Focus your mind."

"Don't let the mumbling disturb your mind."

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from Karem's mouth.

The sound was like thunder.

Many practitioners behind Karem, including Barumong, Marcelino, and even Holt the 474th, all shuddered violently and woke up instantly. They were all sweating profusely, and their bodies were soaked with sweat without knowing when.

This is true even for Balke and Simmons, two people with ulterior motives.

For a moment, everyone looked at Kareem with a bit of weirdness...

Originally, I felt that something was not right about this old guy. Although on the surface he only seemed to be at the legendary six-star level, which was still pretty good, he would not be too feared by those eight-star masters. But now it seemed that this old guy was obviously hiding his own strength.

This guy's true realm is probably at the legendary nine-star level.

Otherwise, why couldn't the legendary eight-star Barumong, Marcelino and Balk withstand the influence of the whispers floating out of the coffin, but only Karem seemed to be fine and even had the energy to remind others?

If he wasn't a legendary nine-star supreme powerhouse, how could he have achieved this? Among the group, the most exaggerated one was Holt 474th... After figuring out some of the key points in his mind, Holt's face twisted into a ball almost in an instant, and at first glance he looked like a ferocious ghost.

God knows what kind of storm is going on in Holt's heart at this moment.

Legendary nine-star? Are you kidding me? He is a legendary nine-star master.

He was still the son of destiny who received the gift of destiny and inherited the legacy of sages.

Holt thought that even if he was not as strong as Ron, he was definitely invincible under Ron.

However, even he could not withstand the influence of the breath released from the coffin just now. Although he realized that his mind was in chaos and his magic power was agitated, he was unable to break free from that state. However, Karem, this seemingly insignificant old man, was not affected at all.

Doesn't this mean that old man Kareem is still stronger than himself?

Could it be that this Kareem is already a strong man in the realm of destruction? Impossible! Where in the world are there so many masters of the realm of destruction? But even if he is not a strong man in the realm of destruction, he is probably a pervert who is half a step away from destruction.

This guy went to great lengths to bring so many people together to absorb the divine power hidden in the left arm of the Last Twilight King. Could it be that he is simply kind-hearted and cannot bear to see these practitioners suffer from their limited realms?

Holt doesn't believe that there are such purely good people in the world, just as he firmly believes that he is not a good person.

This guy has spent so much energy and even exposed the secrets about the Realm of Destruction to attract so many legendary high-star powerhouses. He must have big plans and we must be on guard against him. Otherwise, we might be sold out by Karem without knowing it.

However, thinking of the supreme sage... Holt suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

Partridge... Hehe, as to whether that guy is the real Partridge or a fake one, Holt doesn't care. It is enough to know that guy is also a monster.

Silently, Holt took a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and Karem.

Holt's 474th action was very subtle and was not noticed by anyone. The practitioners around him were not shocked by Karem for long, and some even felt a little fortunate. After all, the stronger Karem was, the more likely it was that what he said was true.

People's attention was once again focused on the coffin. Before, they were attracted by the coffin that suddenly appeared on the altar, and their minds were disturbed by the whispers in their ears. Now, after calming down, they looked at the coffin in front of them again and found something different.

The surface of the coffin was covered with dense spells.

Everyone present here can be said to be the top among the practitioners in Dusk Continent. They are definitely well-informed and knowledgeable. Although they are not as good as the scholars who specialize in ancient characters, they have done some research on them.

But at this moment, no one could understand the meaning of those mysterious spells on the surface of the coffin.

That’s not all. There were even dark brown chains entangled on the surface of the coffin. One end of the chain was wrapped around the coffin in circles, while the other end directly sank into the surrounding void. No one knew where it was entangled.

On the surface of these chains, there are also densely packed spells engraved.

These spells are the same as the words on the surface of the coffin and are equally incomprehensible.

No one knew what was going on, but when they saw the chains, they felt the urge to kneel down and kowtow. For a moment, they were all embarrassed. If it wasn't for Kareem's reminder, they would have already knelt down.

"What now?"

When there was total silence, Balk's special, slightly lazy voice broke the silence: "The arm of the last Twilight King should be inside this coffin. Should we attack together and smash the coffin to pieces?"

Apart from smashing the coffin and all the chains on the surface of the coffin, Balk could not think of any other way to see the arm of the Dusk King.

"No need to go to such trouble." Kareem laughed, his wrinkled face still showing a kind expression: "Since I know the method to break through the Destruction Realm, I naturally know how to deal with the remains of the Dusk King."

"What's more, this coffin was forged by a powerful person during the Ragnarok. The chains on the coffin are the shackles of destiny. They contain the supreme law. How can they be easily shaken?"

"If we rashly attack the coffin and the destiny shackles, let alone open the coffin, the recoil force alone will be enough to tear us into pieces."

"Then Mr. Karem, please don't delay any longer. I can't wait any longer." Barumong said, rubbing his hands.

Upon hearing this, Karem just nodded slightly and didn't say much. He took a deep breath and then walked towards the coffin.

The closer he got to the coffin, the stronger the impact and pressure became. When Karem got close to the coffin, the aura was already difficult for him to bear. The relaxed expression on his face had disappeared at some point, replaced by solemnity and a hint of suppressed fear.

It was obviously only a short distance, only a few dozen meters, but even in this short distance, every step seemed extremely heavy. With every step closer, the pressure on Karem's body increased a little. In the end, his originally straight body had completely hunched over, and the breathing in his throat became abnormally heavy.

Bang…bang…bang…

Every time the sole of the foot landed, every time it hit the ground, there was a dull sound and the earth would tremble.

Right behind Karem, two rows of footprints appeared, from shallow to deep.

Especially in the last few steps, every time Karem lifted his legs, he seemed to be bearing the weight of a mountain. Even if you just look at Karem's back, you can truly feel the pressure this old man is under at this moment.

His body was completely drenched in sweat, and his robe was stuck to his back.

It was only a few dozen meters, but it took Karem nearly an hour to walk there. When Karem really reached the coffin, he let out a long breath.

He raised his head, and drops of sweat on his forehead rolled into his eyeballs, causing a burning pain. However, Karem didn't have the time to care about all this. He gritted his teeth and raised his right hand very slowly, with his five skinny fingers pressing on the coffin.

It's strange to say, this coffin is obviously made of metal, but it doesn't feel cold at all to the touch, and it even has a faint sense of heat.

Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…

The impact of touching something with your own hands and just being close to it are completely different.

Karem only felt as if there was a strong wind blowing in his ears, mixed with an indistinguishable strange sound. It seemed that he could see countless distorted ghost shadows in front of his eyes. In an instant, the area around the coffin was as gloomy as a ghost cave.

Even though Karem's mind was extremely firm, he couldn't hold on any longer at this moment. He had to turn a ring on his finger. A cool breeze blew over his face, and his originally disordered mind gradually calmed down.

Then Karem took a deep breath, closed his eyes, held his breath, blocked his hearing, and only his lips began to move rapidly.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

His voice was very soft, like a slight whisper, flowing slowly in this eerie and strange space. The sound penetrated into the ears of others, but no one could understand Karem's voice.

It was obvious that this guy used a language that was completely different from the common language of the Dusk Continent.

The group of people looked at each other with a somewhat weird look on their faces. Although they had long noticed that Karem had an unusual background, they now felt that he was becoming more and more mysterious.

Unconsciously, my vigilance towards Karem became even stronger.

Karem's voice continued, and as time passed, the spell was extremely long, almost to an exaggerated degree.

If there is any magic that can have such a long spell, then the magic must at least be of the super super super forbidden level.

After nearly an hour, Karem's voice suddenly stopped. During this hour, no one knew how many syllables Karem had uttered. It even made people wonder how he could remember such a long spell.

However, just as the spell ended, something unexpected happened.

In Karem's palm, a dense layer of gray silk threads suddenly emerged. As soon as these strange silk threads appeared, they quickly climbed on the coffin like countless slender insects. In a short time, they had covered the entire coffin, as if they were weaving a huge fishing net on the surface of the coffin.

Under the siege of the fishing net, the originally bronze coffin became lighter and lighter in color, until it even became translucent. After a while, it almost completely turned into transparent glass.

Dozens of seconds passed, and even the last piece of glass disappeared completely.

It's not shattered, but it's more like its existence has been eliminated and it is completely hidden in nothingness.

Just after the glass completely disappeared, the things inside the glass finally appeared in front of everyone. In an instant, Karem could almost feel a dozen heavy gasps coming from behind him.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the altar.

At this moment, a huge arm appeared on the altar, dozens of meters long, like an irregular cylinder with a diameter of more than ten meters. Even if it was just a finger, its length was more exaggerated than the height of an adult.

Buzz! A wild and barbaric breath rushed towards me.

Even though it was just a broken arm, the aura released was too much for more than a dozen masters to bear. The invisible impact made the figures step back one by one, their faces changing drastically.

It is worthy of being the arm of the last Twilight King. Even if one only sees this arm, the scene of the ancient battlefield eight thousand years ago seems to flash before one's eyes.

It is the rich smell of blood, the hoarse roar, the wail of the evil dragon, and the cry of the gods.

Everyone was shocked.

Is this the aura of the Last Twilight King? He was dead for eight thousand years and only had one arm left, and it was so terrifying. How exaggerated would the Last Twilight King in his complete form be?

Everyone moved their throats, trying hard to suppress the fear deep in their hearts. The arm did not look dried up at all. Instead of turning into a mummy, the skin even looked still elastic.

If we didn't know the origin of this arm in advance, we would even suspect that this arm had just been chopped off.

The thick and long arms are covered with fur... I call it fur, but because this guy is so big, the fur looks as exaggerated as branches. When a gust of wind blows, the fur sways with it.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the arm of the Last Twilight King, Karem's body stepped back. It was not until Karem retreated from in front of the coffin to the front of everyone that Marcelino, Barumong and others noticed Karem's presence.

They subconsciously glanced at Karem, and just this one glance made everyone's expression change again.

Wow! In just a short time, Kareem seemed to have aged several dozen years. The wrinkles on his face had almost turned into crisscrossing ravines, and he looked haggard and old.

The eyes that were once bright and energetic are now dim and lifeless.

Just from this point, we can see what kind of damage Karem had just suffered.

"Everyone, I will use my own magic power..." Karem also spoke, and his voice sounded even more creepy, like two broken bones being squeezed together and rubbed hard, hoarse and dry.

It was just a few simple words and Kareem was already out of breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, Kareem said again: "The ancient bronze coffin will be hidden for the time being. Now you can directly touch the remains of the last Dusk King and absorb the energy from them."

"Please hurry up, I can't hold on for too long."

The time has finally come.

There were more than a dozen faces, each with a different expression. Some tried to appear calm but could not hide the greed in their eyes, some were unconcealedly excited, and some were eager to move.

But no matter what, no one took a step forward for a while.

After all, just by feeling the aura of the Last Twilight King's arm, it is clear that it is not something that can be easily touched. Taking this step will either lead to destruction or death.

When it comes to this kind of decision, no matter how greedy a person is, he or she has to be cautious.

Perhaps, young people are more energetic.

While Rooney, the fourth son of the Copperfield family, and Bertrand of the royal family were hesitating, Ashbourne was unusually brave. He took a step forward and walked towards the coffin under the gaze of everyone.

The first chapter is here, there will be more later 　　 　 (end of this chapter)