Chapter 471: Ashborn Destruction Realm (Five Thousand)

Marcelino, Barumonger, Holt 474, Balk, Karem...

In the underground space of the Church of the Heart of Nature's headquarters, countless masters truly gathered together. However, these people did not realize that they were not the only ones attracted here.

There are also some uninvited guests with stronger strength and worse personalities approaching this side.

Unfortunately, these people's attention was completely focused on Ashburn in front of them, and they had no idea what was happening outside.

Everyone's eyes were wide open.

Even though their eyes were dry, they refused to blink, for they were afraid of missing even half a second... After all, the process of breaking through the realm of destruction was extremely precious. If they watched more, they might be able to absorb some experience from it.

Who knows, these experiences may come in handy when I absorb the power of the last Twilight King.

However, the content they could summarize at present was really unremarkable and not much. They did not know what Ashbern's soul had experienced during this period of time. They could only see that after Ashbern's body touched the remains of the last Twilight King, it became motionless, as if it had been hit by a spell.

Then we saw that Ashburn's body was cracked in many places, as if he couldn't bear the surging energy.

However, these cracks did not completely tear Ashburn into pieces. On the contrary, as Ashburn absorbed energy for longer and longer periods of time, they showed a tendency to gradually heal.

This led these people to conclude that this process might be very painful. Of course, the body is torn apart, how could it not be painful?

However, even if it hurts, one must endure it and must not make any other movements. It seems that one must maintain absolute stability during the entire process. Any movement or shaking may cause the abundant energy in the body to get out of control.

The red light in Karem's eyes became increasingly intense. The old man was extremely excited.

He didn't expect that this guy Ashburn could actually withstand the pain of energy infusion. You know, in the records of the Andre family, many predecessors of the family died because they couldn't bear the pain of energy infusion.

Could it be that this Ashburn really has a chance of success?

You know, when choosing Ashborn, Karem actually didn't hold much hope. He was just hoping for that one in a million chance. Unexpectedly, this guy actually brought him some surprises.

He couldn't even sit still, rubbing his hands together, and couldn't help looking forward to it. When Ashburn finally achieved the state of destruction, he ended up becoming his puppet. What kind of mood and expression would Ashburn have at that time? It must be quite exciting, right? As for those idiots around him? Oh, you're kidding.

Did they really think he was some good man? How could they possibly give them such an important opportunity to break through the realm of destruction for no reason?

This world does not need too many masters of destruction.

When they saw that Ashburn had succeeded and thought that their hope had come, I was destroying their hope with my own hands. That scene must have been very exciting, right?

Kareem couldn't wait to see what kind of funny expressions these people would show.

Just like before, ever since Ashborn touched the left arm of the last Twilight King, he has completely lost his perception of the outside world.

Moreover, even if he could still sense the breath of the outside world, Ashburn had no time to care about it, as his soul had fallen into a semi-crazy state.

Layer upon layer of illusions appeared before Ashburne, and then were shattered by him one after another.

The half-crazy Ashburn used his extremely violent energy to destroy all the illusions. It must be said that this was indeed a very useful method to break the illusion.

Finally, a beautiful woman appeared in front of Ashburn.

This is the last of the seven illusions that Ashburn faces, the illusion of lust. For men, especially men like Ashburn who have been able to only wrap their five fingers around a pillar for a long time, this may be the most difficult test.

What's more, the woman who appeared in front of Ashburn at this moment was an extremely beautiful woman. She had a plump and graceful figure, skin as white as snow, a small and delicate face, and her outfit was even more hot and sexy, seductive to the extreme. Her every move, every frown and every smile showed the charm of a woman.

The woman, swaying her sexy figure, walked towards Ashbern gracefully, her eyes were seductive and alluring, and she even exuded a sweet and alluring fragrance, which constantly stimulated Ashbern's deepest desires.

In a short period of time, Ashburn, who had been suppressed for a long time, seemed to be unable to bear the temptation from the woman. His face turned red, and he gasped violently from his throat, and even his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing Ashburn's appearance, the woman seemed a little proud.

The slender fingers lightly hooked on the shoulder straps, and the thin silk dress as thin as sand slid down to the ground along the smooth and delicate skin. The perfect body was completely exposed in front of Ashbern, and then she hooked her green jade fingers at Ashbern.

Hiss! How could this be tolerated? At this moment, the last of Ashburn's patience was completely worn out. He took a deep breath, shivered, and could no longer control himself. He roared and rushed towards the beautiful woman in front of him.

Then……

He grabbed the beauty's neck and, with a bang, smashed her head to the ground.

Although it was just an illusion of lust, the beauty obviously did not expect that she would be treated like this. She was stunned for a moment, staring at Ashburn with her huge eyes, her face full of disbelief. It seemed that she had never encountered such treatment before.

That little expression makes me feel pity for him.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Ashburn's mind was full of violent thoughts, and there was no thought of sympathy for women. On the contrary, the pitiful appearance of the woman was like adding fuel to the fire, making Ashburn's violent chest even more intense. He was like a mad beast, howling non-stop in his throat, pinching the woman's neck with both hands, trying to lift the woman's head up, and then slamming it down again with a bang.

Bang, bang, bang…

The woman struggled desperately, but a woman's weak struggle seemed so insignificant and insignificant compared to the power of a mad man.

Before long, the woman's struggles became less and less intense, and even her painful moans and groans gradually disappeared. Only a large pool of sticky blood remained on the ground. When Ashbern finally stopped his actions, the woman in his hands had already turned into a bloody mess, and was tortured beyond recognition.

But for Ashburn, it was not enough, not enough.

The violence in the body has not been vented and is still burning violently.

At this moment, the scene in front of Ashburn's eyes changed again. This time, he felt as if he was in the starry sky. Everything he saw was empty, ethereal, and distant. In this dark red world, thick chains emerged from the void like giant pythons.

The chain twisted and swayed, moving closer to him little by little.

The shackles of destiny!

Even though Ashburn's sanity was almost destroyed by the brutality, his breathing suddenly stagnated when he saw those chains. His remaining sanity told him that those things before him were the shackles of destiny that Karem had mentioned.

As long as these chains are cut, one can achieve the state of destruction.

Aaaaaaah! ~ With a mixture of excitement and brutality, a strange howl came out of Ashbern's throat. He leaped up and pounced directly at the chains in the air.

…

To people outside, what Ashburn experienced had little to do with them.

In their eyes, after Ashborn touched the left arm of the Last Twilight King, he had not moved since then, and had been maintaining that posture for several hours.

Ashburn did not die, nor did he reach the state of destruction. His aura stagnated after expanding to a certain level.

The people at the scene did not show much surprise at this situation. Although they were a little anxious, they could still bear it. After all, this was a level that aimed to reach the realm of destruction. How could it be possible to break through so easily?

Not to mention a few hours, even a few days or months is entirely possible.

Time passed day by day in this quiet waiting.

It’s strange to say, the hunchbacked old man had obviously sneaked into the church headquarters and even entered the Pope’s Palace, but he seemed to be lost and couldn’t find the place at all, and he hasn’t appeared until now.

Similarly, Ron and his group who had sneaked into the church headquarters seemed to have mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

The capital of the Spang Theocracy fell into great chaos.

Although the previous conflict did not cause too many casualties, the destruction of the North Gate, the rising sun in the middle of the night, the desolate dragon roar, the shadow of the evil dragon, and the collapse of the North Gate and the city wall eventually caused some fluctuations in the royal city.

People were terrified and didn't understand what was happening here.

People in the royal city were in panic.

Normally, with such a big commotion, some powerful and influential people would naturally be needed to stand up and stabilize people's hearts. However, at this critical moment, King Barumong, Pope Marcelino, Grand Saint Mireya, and even several leaders of the largest aristocratic family, Copperfield, all disappeared without a trace.

This situation made the already anxious people in the royal city even more panicked, and all kinds of rumors were flying around.

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

This lasted for more than a month. After many commoners and minor nobles realized that even if all these big shots had disappeared, their lives were not affected at all, and they were even more comfortable than before, the rumors finally died down.

Strangely enough, the king, the pope, the great saint, and the greatest nobles were all missing. This could be said to be the weakest time for the entire Spang Theocracy. Moreover, the matter had become so serious that it was impossible for these things to be concealed from Granville and the orcs' spies left in the royal city. For both Granville and the orcs, this should be a perfect opportunity to invade the Spang Theocracy.

However, these two powerful forces seemed to be completely unaware of the chaos within the Spang Cult. The border troops were just quietly stationed at the border without any unusual movements.

Not only Granville and the orcs, but even the rebels led by Princess Lydia III stopped their movements and turned a blind eye to the good opportunity that came their way.

For a moment, the entire Theocracy of Spang seemed to be shrouded in an extremely strange atmosphere.

…

"How long has it been?"

Nature's Heart Church, underground secret room.

Balumong pursed his cracked lips and asked in a hoarse voice.

Too much time has passed. They are no longer as cautious as they were in the beginning and dare not make any noise. If they cannot even speak for such a long time, they will really be suffocated to death.

When their strength reaches this level, food and fresh water are no longer necessities. They will not die even if they do not eat or drink for a year or two. However, the long period of time without nutrients, especially fresh water, still causes some abnormalities in the bodies of these masters. Even their voices become exceptionally hoarse.

They no longer stood straight with their eyes wide open and without blinking like they did at the beginning.

There is no way. No matter who it is, staring at the same unchanging picture for such a long time will not be able to bear it. What's more, Ashbern's back is not that beautiful. It is bumpy and even ugly.

Many masters have completely abandoned the dignity of being strong. They sit on the ground, gathering in groups of three or five. Although most of their attention is still focused on Ashburn, they will occasionally communicate with each other.

The only exception was Karem. This old man kept his eyes on Ashborn from beginning to end. He didn't even blink for such a long time. I guess his eyes were almost dry.

"It's been more than forty days, I can't remember exactly." Balk pursed his lips and replied.

In this underground space, without the rotation of the sun and the moon, they have no idea how much time has passed. They can only make a rough judgment based on their own feelings. Of course, although it is only an estimate, it is not far off for beings of their level.

More than forty days.

This time is not short.

However, even though so much time has passed, Ashbern still shows no signs of opening his eyes. Until now, no one knows what has happened to Ashbern after absorbing the power of the last Twilight King.

If Karem had not walked up to Ashburn and sensed him at close range to confirm that he still had a heartbeat and was breathing, they would have even thought that Ashburn was dead.

"It's been a long time. I don't know when this guy will be able to complete the breakthrough." Barumong moved his body and muttered softly.

"This is a breakthrough to the Destruction Realm. Forty days is not a long time. Not to mention forty days, even four hundred days is not a long time." Balk stretched his arms a little. "Of course, as a king, you must have a lot of things to deal with. You definitely can't stay here all the time. How about you go back and do your work first, and we will guard this place?"

Although they were communicating, it was obvious that they were deliberately suppressing their voices and trying not to make too much noise.

Barumonger grinned when he heard this. He was too lazy to deal with this insidious and cunning bastard. He asked me to leave? The benefits here would have been divided up by you greedy dogs.

He was just about to say something to retort when he suddenly felt the ground beneath him shake slightly. An extremely strange feeling suddenly came from behind him. His face changed drastically and the words that were on the tip of his lips were swallowed back.

When they exchanged a look with Balk opposite them, they could see the shock in each other's eyes. Almost at the same time, both of them turned their heads to look in the direction of Ashburn.

Not only Barumong and Balke, Marcelino, Mireya, and Simmons, but almost everyone present focused their attention on him in an instant, and the expressions on their faces looked extremely strange.

There is excitement, impulse, fear, and even... anticipation.

After being silent for more than forty days, Ashburn finally showed some different reactions at this time, although he still maintained his original posture without any changes, and even his right hand did not move away from the arm of the Last Twilight King.

However, the heartbeat that was originally almost inaudible once again echoed in everyone's ears.

The sound of that heartbeat was like a huge bell, carrying an indescribable power. The hearts of everyone present seemed to be pulled by Ashburn's heartbeat, following the rhythm of his heartbeat.

You can also hear the heavy breathing coming from Ashburn's throat, like a bellows.

That's not all. The aura on Ashburn's body was also rising rapidly at this time, becoming stronger and stronger. Soon, a cracking sound was heard, and the critical point of the legendary nine stars was shattered in an instant. However, the aura on Ashburn's body still showed no signs of calming down and continued to grow.

A huge whirlpool had even gradually emerged behind Ashburne.

With a buzzing sound, all the energy in the entire underground space was instantly plundered. The complex and powerful energy mixed together and turned into a burning tornado. It followed the vortex behind Ashburn, passed through the cracks on his back, and quickly sank into Ashburn's body.

The pull of energy even caused changes in the earth, and the ground began to tremble.

Accompanied by crackling sounds, hideous cracks quickly spread around with Ashburne's position as the center.

Ang! Suddenly, Ashburn raised his head, his mouth tore open, and an extremely violent roar tore through the sky.

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)