Chapter 470: The Sage Appears

Ashborn's steps were slow, but extremely firm.

Unlike other people, who might simply be pursuing power and even hesitate between life and power, Ashburn had no way out.

This time, he is facing not only the opportunity to reach the realm of destruction, but also the chance of survival.

It even involves whether he can get back the woman he loves.

Ron had already arrived at the royal city, and it looked like he had no plans to leave anytime soon. When Ashburn thought about Isabel being tortured day and night by that damn bastard Ron, his heart was filled with grief and indignation.

Moreover, given the relationship between Ron and me, even if I didn't take the initiative to cause trouble for him, that guy probably wouldn't let me go.

The reason why he hasn't made a move until now may be that the guy just wants to experience the fun of cat playing with mouse, or maybe he can get the ultimate pleasure from watching him trembling in fear. It is normal for a powerful person like Ron to have some perverted hobbies.

There is no way. The stronger the cultivator, the more twisted his personality becomes.

Thinking that there would come a day when he would be teased like this, Ashburne became more and more angry. He did not want to be a teased mouse forever. He wanted to become a real strong man that no one dared to provoke.

This is the strongest will.

A determination far stronger than that of everyone else, even one that cannot be matched by all the others combined.

His speed was not fast, but every step he took was so firm that no one could question it.

However, just as Ashburn passed by Karem, the old man suddenly reached out and stopped Ashburn.

"Your Highness, don't be anxious."

As he spoke, Kareem took out a bottle of potion from his storage ring.

The potion was light green and crystal clear, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary product.

Although the mouth of the bottle had not been opened yet, as soon as the bottle was taken out, a special scent gradually spread out, like a fresh and natural breeze blowing across the face. Everyone present felt a slight shock of spirit, and their consciousness, which had been a little disordered because of the arm of the Last Twilight King, instantly became clear.

Kareem handed the potion to Ashborn and said, "Your Highness, there is an extremely strong pollution on the arm of the last Dusk King, which can corrode the will of practitioners. Even I find it difficult to resist the erosion. If I am not careful, my mind will fall into chaos and there will be no recovery."

"This magic potion is called Pure Heart. It has the effect of protecting the soul and dispelling evil spirits. It is enough to ensure that the soul of the Holy Son will not be destroyed by the will of the last Dusk King."

Seeing the potion that Calem handed to him, Ashborn grinned slightly.

Simmons was indeed his best partner. He was right. The old man Calem had made him take the potion before he was about to devour the energy from the remains of the Dusk King.

Means like signing a contract are still too obvious. On the contrary, taking magic potions even has the name of protecting the soul and dispelling evil spirits... Bah, what is protecting the soul and dispelling evil spirits?

This potion is most likely used to control the mind.

Once he took the potion, even if he could really break through to the realm of destruction, he would probably become a puppet controlled by Karem. This old guy was really nothing.

However, facing this magic potion, Ashborn could not refuse. If he refused at this time, the old man Calem might even turn against him on the spot. After all, refusal meant that he had seen through his plan.

And once I become a destructive-level master, I will definitely not let this old thing go.

Karem is extremely cunning and will never allow such a threat to exist. He will definitely destroy himself before he becomes a destructive-level powerhouse.

Thinking of this, Ashborn reached out to take the potion, and right in front of Karem, he raised his head and swallowed the liquid in the bottle. Then, as if to encourage his courage, he smashed the bottle into pieces with a snap, took a step forward, and walked towards the remains of the last Twilight King.

Looking at Ashburn's back, Karem's wrinkled old face blossomed like a chrysanthemum.

However, Kareem did not notice that Ashborn, who had turned around, had a trace of light green liquid slowly flowing out from the corner of his mouth, and in a short time his chest was already wet.

All the potion that Ashburn had just swallowed was actually spat out.

This time, it took Ashburn even longer, a full hour and a half, before he finally reached the left arm of the Last Twilight King. The ancient and wild aura became more and more intense at close range, and it was indescribably magnificent, like a mountain pressing down on Ashburn's head, making him unable to even breathe.

He pursed his lips, and with his extremely firm will, he managed to withstand the terrifying pressure. Then he slowly raised his right hand and stretched it towards the left arm of the Last Dusk King.

Buzz! Just as Ashborn's fingers touched the skin of the Last Dusk King, there was a loud noise in his mind, as if thunder had exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ashburn's body trembled violently, and scarlet blood oozed out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

A surge of energy swept over like a tsunami and instantly poured into Ashburn's sea of ​​consciousness. Unfortunately, although his sea of ​​consciousness was called the sea of ​​consciousness, it was not a real ocean. How could it contain such terrifying energy?

In a split second, the sea of ​​consciousness was turned upside down.

That’s not all, Ashburn’s body is also undergoing tremendous changes.

With a hiss, the clothes on his body were instantly shattered by the violent energy, revealing a body covered with scars from corrosion. On that ugly skin, cracks quickly appeared with crackling sounds.

It seemed that in the next moment, Ashburn's body would completely collapse and turn into pieces.

This scene made many people feel anxious.

The remaining dozen or so people all have quite strange ideas about Ashburn's current situation. On the one hand, they hope that Ashburn will fail. After all, everyone wants to become a destructive-level master, and no one wants others to become destructive-level masters.

But on the other hand, if Ashburn can succeed, doesn't it mean that he also has a chance to succeed? In a short moment, Ashburn's back turned into yellow soil that had been dry for three years, with cracks all over it, looking extremely scary. Some of the cracks were even exaggeratedly large, and through the cracks one could even see the white bones, bloody muscles, and constantly squirming internal organs.

It can be seen more clearly that there seems to be some strange thing in the internal organs, which is slowly wriggling in the internal organs like a worm, leaving behind creepy traces.

Gulp.

The sound of swallowing saliva continued to be heard all around.

I have to say, regardless of the success rate of absorbing the energy of the last Twilight King, the scene alone looks really terrifying.

Fortunately, these are the only abnormalities that can be seen for the time being.

Although Ashburn's situation looked scary, in a short period of time, the energy of the Last Twilight King did not seem to show any signs of completely destroying Ashburn. On the contrary, Ashburn's aura was constantly rising.

Legendary four-star, five-star, six-star...

Almost every once in a while, Ashburn's strength would break through to the next level.

The obstacles that practitioners usually faced were as difficult as ascending to heaven now seemed to have turned into flat ground and could be easily passed.

But in just over an hour, Yashiborn unexpectedly reached the legendary nine-star level, which is already the realm of the national god of war Agulal.

Everyone around looked at each other and could see the greed in each other's eyes.

Putting aside whether one can break through the realm of destruction, the mere fact that he is a legendary nine-star is enough to make one excited.

If you are not so greedy, just break through the current level, and then withdraw immediately, can you not only gain a lot, but also avoid the risk of death? I don't know how many people are silently making such plans in their hearts, but these people have never considered whether they can really withstand the temptation when their own realm is rising steadily.

I’m afraid that by then, the thought in my mind will be: give it a try, maybe?

Regardless of what these people were thinking deep in their hearts, right in front of the coffin, Ashburn had completely closed his eyes. He knew nothing about the situation in the outside world, and didn't even know what changes had occurred in his body.

At this moment, his soul has completely entered a very mysterious space.

scarlet.

An extremely strong smell of blood.

The whole soul seemed to be completely immersed in the sea of ​​blood.

The first of the seven illusions is the illusion of killing.

In front of him was a dense jungle and towering mountains. Ashburn's soul was located on the top of a mountain range.

His soul looked very wrong. Although it was very solid and almost indistinguishable from a real person, his eyes had already turned scarlet and hoarse, beast-like roars kept coming from his throat.

Out of control.

It was obvious that Ashbern's soul could not withstand the power from the last Twilight King, and fell directly into chaos and abnormality. What remained in his soul now was only extreme tyranny and murderous intent.

He wanted to destroy everything.

He wanted to vent.

I want to give free rein to the energy that is constantly seeping into my soul.

Finally, a strange sound was heard all around, and suddenly some figures appeared in the dense jungle.

These people all held weapons such as scimitars and long swords in their hands. They were like a group of madmen, letting out sharp howls from their throats and rushing towards Ashburn desperately.

Those pairs of blood-red eyes make one's scalp tingle.

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

However, Ashburn did not show any fear at all. On the contrary, an ugly grin even appeared in his soul.

Great, the target that allows him to vent his emotions has finally appeared.

Aa ...

Ashburn's soul suddenly let out a long and distant howl, and he raised his right hand and stretched it forward.

The mouth formed by the soul opened wide, almost to the ears: "Die."

Puff puff puff puff…

The gloomy voice had just spread over the top of the mountain when groups of people in front of them suddenly exploded and turned into minced meat.

The scarlet color of the mysterious space became more and more intense, and fragments of flesh and blood fell from the air like raindrops. Smelling the smell of blood, the tyranny and impulse in Ashbern's soul not only showed no signs of being vented, but even became more intense.

…

At the same time, just outside the headquarters of the Church of the Heart of Nature.

A hunchbacked old man quietly entered the church headquarters in front of the two paladins.

The old man was wearing a coarse linen shirt, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was full of wrinkles.

It was obvious at first glance that he was not a follower of the Church of Nature's Heart, and he was definitely not a wealthy person. Normally, such a person was not qualified to enter the church headquarters. The most important duty of the paladin guarding the gate was to stop those fools from breaking into places they shouldn't have entered.

But at this time, the two paladins who were quite powerful seemed to have completely ignored the old man who was walking past them.

That’s not all. Even the magic circle guarding the church headquarters didn’t react at all.

It was as if the person who just walked past was not a real old man, but a shadow.

He walked all the way to the front of the church. Looking at the magnificent church, the old man finally raised his head and grinned with a mocking smile.

It is said that the church headquarters is the most heavily guarded place in the world, but to him it seems like a complete joke. There is no place in the world that he cannot go.

A thousand years ago, he broke into the headquarters of a church and used the mysterious language passed down by Archibald to obtain the inheritance of the last Twilight King and even took control of the right arm of the last Twilight King.

He also became the second powerful person to break through to the realm of destruction in eight thousand years after Archibald.

Everyone calls him a saint and regards him as being on the same level as blasphemers.

But only he himself knew the gap between him and the blasphemer Archibald.

He broke through the realm of destruction and entered the realm of myth.

However, in the mythological realm, there are no real gods, only demigods.

But the blasphemer is the real god.

There is only one letter difference between demigod and true god, but the strength is worlds apart. That is the goal he has been desperately pursuing all his life.

He once spent a lot of energy and practiced hard, trying to enter that realm, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it at all. Every step of improvement was as difficult as an insurmountable chasm, so difficult that it was despairing.

But he will never give up.

Even though he was not as talented as Archibald, he was also very smart and good at using external things.

It was as if he had once reached the legendary peak with the help of the Andre family's resources.

With the help of the right arm of the last Twilight King, he became a being in the realm of destruction and mythology.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying the living Last Twilight King was. He was an existence that could kill gods like killing dogs. Even though he had been dead for eight thousand years, even if only the remains of his corpse were left, he still had tremendous power.

What if... we could gather together the remains of the last Twilight King?

Can it be reassembled into a complete body?

Then, if he transfers his soul into this corpse and turns the body of the Last Twilight King into his own body, then will the energy contained in the body of the Last Twilight King be converted into his own energy?

Can he really enter the realm of true god by using this energy? He doesn't know... This is just an idea in his mind. He is not sure whether it will succeed, but he has a hunch that the probability of success is still quite high.

In this case, collecting the remains of the last Twilight King is a plan that must be put on the agenda, especially after the Andre family has already started to act, he must speed up.

snort.

Andre family.

A bunch of idiots with their eyes wide open.

He called himself the guardian of destiny? He was just a servant of some powerful person. Did he really think he was so great? Moreover, he was greedy. He had already stolen the last Twilight King's life force. Now he even wanted to get his hands on the last Twilight King's left arm. He was simply courting death.

A hint of cold murderous intent suddenly flashed across his turbid eyes, and then quickly disappeared. He still looked old and hunched, his body trembling as he walked towards the Pope's Palace.

…

The other side.

In the royal city, Ron, who had just dealt with his ancestor Agulal, was flying towards the headquarters of the Church of Nature's Heart with Irelia, Mirabelle and several other women.

After being delayed for such a long time, I still don’t know what the situation over there has become.

Perhaps due to the interference of the remaining limbs of the last Twilight King, no information has been conveyed for a long time.

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)