Chapter 472 Kill Them All (10,000)

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A roar like a prehistoric beast came out of Ashburn's mouth and echoed in everyone's ears.

Just a roar reached their ears, and Barumonger, Holt 474, Marcelino, Balk, and other top powerhouses of the Dusk Continent, all felt their heads buzzing.

The impact caused by the sound alone was enough to make their consciousness somewhat disordered.

Waves of dizziness came over me, my body became unstable, and I even showed signs of about to fall.

Fortunately, these people were quite strong and they mobilized their magic power in time to suppress the abnormalities in their bodies. They looked at Ashburn in front of them again. Although Ashburn's size did not change at all, everyone had an uncontrollable illusion that Ashburn's body seemed to be expanding and getting taller and taller, like a giant standing upright. His body seemed to have turned into an invincible black hole, greedily devouring all the energy in this space.

Although the underground space of the Church of the Heart of Nature was spacious, how much energy could such an area store? In a short moment, all the energy was forcibly swept away, and for a moment, everyone even felt a strong sense of suffocation.

And now, Ashburn's body obviously needs more and more powerful energy to nourish, and the energy in the underground space is simply not enough.

The dark vortex behind Ashburn suddenly accelerated its rotation speed, accompanied by a whistling sound. Even the naked eye could clearly see that suddenly there were many tiny tornadoes in the air. The ends of these tornadoes sank into the vortex, and the other ends were connected to the stone wall above their heads, as if they could directly penetrate the stone wall and connect to the outside world.

It was obvious that this vortex had begun to draw energy from the entire royal city.

They didn't know what the royal city had become now, but they imagined that such a large-scale flow of energy would definitely cause damage to the outside world comparable to a natural disaster.

The powerful energy gathered around Ashburn's body, entwining and wriggling like black threads.

But now, neither Pope Marcelino nor King Barumong had the mood or time to care about what was happening in the outside world. They stared with their scarlet eyes wide open and gasped greedily.

They could all feel that Ashburn had reached the critical point of breakthrough. As long as he took that step, he would be a genuine master of the realm of destruction. Once Ashburn succeeded, wouldn't it mean that they would also have a chance?

After so many years of hard training, who wouldn't be tempted when this opportunity comes? At this moment, the energy that originally permeated the surface of Ashburn's body instantly converged. Under the impetus of this energy, Ashburn's strength rose again.

Crack.

Suddenly, a sound like breaking glass came from Ashburn's body.

The next moment, Ashburn suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and let out a tiger roar.

The sound waves spread, and the overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius. The entire underground space was within the range of Ashiburn's pressure.

Marcelino, Barumong, Balke and the others were directly hit by this powerful pressure. In just a moment, they felt as if a hundred thousand mountains were pressing down on their shoulders. The pressure was simply not something they could withstand. Their legs went weak and they fell to their knees with a thud.

Perhaps it was because the pressure was too great, the moment he knelt down, the stone slab below his knees was smashed into pieces.

Poor these people, they were all well-known strong men in the Spang Theocracy, and had never been humiliated like this before. Their faces were flushed red, and they supported themselves on the ground with their hands, struggling with all their strength, trying to get up from the ground again.

However, the pressure from the destructive-level strongman was too terrifying. No matter how hard they struggled, their legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move. Even their heads seemed extremely heavy and they could not even do a simple action like raising their heads.

Although these people had not had a drop of water for a long time, in a short period of time, they were still soaked with sweat all over and looked extremely embarrassed.

Is this the power of destruction?

Too strong.

It’s really too strong.

Roar…roar…roar…

Ashburn's violent roar continued. Anyone could feel that Ashburn's mental state was in extreme confusion. Could this be the sequelae of breaking through the realm of destruction? With every roar, the pressure released by Ashburn would increase by one point.

Finally, a legendary five-star expert could no longer withstand this kind of power. He suddenly screamed, and his body was instantly crushed and torn into pieces, with blood splattering everywhere.

With the first one, there will be the second and the third.

The whole process lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the earth-shaking roar finally subsided.

Even the overwhelming pressure that had been weighing on everyone's shoulders finally faded away at this moment.

After losing that kind of pressure, a group of legendary masters breathed a sigh of relief, their originally tense bodies suddenly relaxed, and they could no longer hold on. Their bodies softened, and they sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

Having just taken two breaths, these people didn't even care about the burning pain caused by the sweat beads rolling into their eyes. They stared ahead and around with wide eyes.

hiss.

As soon as they saw the situation around them, these people gasped and looked weird.

My goodness, I didn't know when the ground around me was already covered in blood, and a sticky pool of blood was slowly flowing under me.

At least four legendary masters were crushed into minced meat because they could not withstand the pressure released by the destructive master.

In front of us, huge cracks appeared on the ground, and even the surrounding stone walls were the same, covered with cracks, like a huge spider web.

This is the pressure from a destructive master, it is really terrifying. The most terrifying thing is that this is the effect caused when Ashburn is in a state of confusion. If Ashburn is in a normal state and actively controls this energy, it is hard to know how exaggerated the destructive power would be.

Although several companions died, it doesn’t matter as long as I wasn’t the one who died.

After a short rest, they finally got up from the ground. They looked at Ashburn again, but found that Ashburn looked a little weird.

He turned around and faced everyone. The dense cracks on his ugly skin had healed up and no traces could be seen anymore. His face looked a little dull and his eyes were slightly staring, like two glass balls. Although bright, they lacked some vitality.

It felt like the person standing in front of me was not a living person, but an... ugly puppet.

But puppets have no souls.

What the hell is this?

Could it be that although Ashburn's physical body successfully broke through the realm of destruction, his soul was destroyed in the process of breaking through, and his soul was scattered.

So, today, Ashburn is just a physical body with destructive power?

Such a strange situation caused many experts to come up with various speculations in a short period of time.

Just when these masters were all wondering in their hearts whether the current situation was good or bad for them, a loud laugh suddenly broke the silence at the scene.

“Hahahahahaha…”

"Haha... Great, it worked, I finally succeeded."

The hoarse laughter was filled with suppressed excitement. Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to the sound. They looked in the direction where the sound came from and discovered that the crazy man was none other than Karem Andre.

This mysterious old man is now dancing with excitement, just like a monkey.

"Destruction level, I finally created a destruction level warrior, ha ha ha ha, success..."

He kept howling, and I have to say, the sound was really unpleasant.

The good mood of Barumong and others was all disturbed. They frowned and looked at the crazy Karem. Although it was indeed a good thing that Ashborn could successfully advance to the Destruction Realm, there was no need to be so excited. Where was the dignity of a legendary master?

Besides, since Ashburn can succeed, they naturally have a chance to succeed as well. It won't be too late to get excited when they become powerful people in the realm of destruction.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with this old guy.

The big guys were all rubbing their hands: "Who's next? Otherwise, let me go. After all, this is a breakthrough to the realm of destruction. One careless mistake could cost you your life. I'll scout the way for you first, and you can take this opportunity to gain some experience."

"Bah, Balk, you shameless bastard, how dare you say that? Since the arm of the last Dusk King is suppressed by the Church of the Heart of Nature, it is natural that the people of the Church of the Heart of Nature should go first. In this way, let me, the Pope, scout the way myself."

"Bah, isn't Ashborn your son? Isn't he from your Church of Nature's Heart? You guys have already taken the lead, and now you want to grab the second place. Do you have any shame? Besides, you, Marcelino, are not among the candidates that were discussed before, right?"

"It sounds as if you, Barumonger, and old man Balk were among the candidates discussed before."

For a moment, the cave was in chaos.

Marcelino, Barumong and Balke obviously did not want to miss this opportunity. Ashburn's success gave them great stimulation and they all wanted to be the second player.

These people were very proud, and naturally felt that since Ashburn could succeed, there was no reason why they would fail.

Even though the energy stored in the arm of the last Dusk King seemed to be extremely astonishing, the loss of pushing out a master of the Destruction Realm would definitely be huge. God only knew how many people this arm could support.

If by the time it’s your turn, all your energy has been sucked away by the person in front of you, then you’d be at a real loss.

When it comes to important matters concerning one's future, things like decency and dishonesty don't seem to be that important.

As for the originally chosen fourth son of the Copperfield family, Balke's younger brother Rooney, and the prince of the royal family, Barumong's younger brother Bertrand, no one cared about them. Both of them looked a little depressed. It was clearly agreed that the property belonged to them, but now it was all taken away by their elder brother. The worst thing was that they didn't even dare to refute.

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

There’s no way, I can’t beat him.

In this world, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is.

"Bah, shut up, I'm the king of the Spang Theocracy, you all must obey the king's orders, I'm the second king, this matter is settled." On the other side, the quarrel was still going on. Seeing that he couldn't persuade the two old men, Balke and Marcelino, Marcelino simply acted like a rogue and directly brought up his identity as a king.

Barumong wanted to make the final decision, but it was obvious that he, as a king, had no face in front of the other two people: "Haha, King... When will the King be able to control my Church of the Heart of Nature?"

"Speaking of which, my Copperfield family has an edict issued by the previous king, which allows us to enter the palace with swords and shoes, and not to bow when entering the court. When necessary, we can even disobey the king's edict. Your order is useless to me."

"Haha, idiots, a bunch of idiots..."

Just when the quarrel was getting intense, an untimely voice suddenly came from the side.

Barumong, Balke and Marcelino frowned immediately and looked in the direction where the voice came from. It was the old man Karem again.

This guy, what’s going on today? Is he having a brain cramp?

I always feel that ever since Ashburn achieved the realm of destruction, this guy has become a little abnormal.

Barumong's eyes shone, and he was about to speak, but Kareem spoke again. This time, the mockery on his face was even more obvious: "A bunch of greedy and ignorant fools, actually dreaming of achieving the realm of destruction?"

"Dream on, you have no chance."

"This world does not need too many strong men in the realm of destruction. One is enough."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed drastically.

Barumong had the hottest temper, and he shouted, "Kareem, what do you mean by that?"

Kareem did not answer them, but turned his head to look at Ashibern who was standing next to the Last Twilight King, and crossed his two fingers with a snap. "Ashibern, seal off the underground palace."

At the same time, Karem tiptoed and suddenly stepped back, quickly widening the distance between himself and Barumong and the others.

Barumong, Marcelino and others subconsciously wanted to stop Karem, but it was too late. The moment Karem's voice fell, the Ashborn puppet, who had been quiet all the time, seemed to have suddenly received some kind of order, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, and his palm was like a knife, slashing forward.

laugh.

A strange sound suddenly came.

Then, right where Karem's palm passed, a sharp invisible energy was seen tearing forward at an unimaginable speed, splitting the space into two layers.

Although the energy did not look exaggerated, its speed was as fast as lightning. Only a series of hissing sounds were heard, and in an instant, several figures in the crowd that had originally gathered together were cut in half.

The viscera were flowing everywhere.

The violent force penetrated directly into the wound, completely crushing the souls in an instant.

Nearly half of the dozen or so legendary masters were killed in an instant. Before the rest of the people could even marvel at the horror of the masters of the Realm of Destruction, a loud roar came to their ears.

The powerful energy directly hit the entrance to the underground space.

Even though the spiral staircase was carved out of huge stones, how could it withstand the power of a master in the Realm of Destruction? There was a loud rumbling sound, and the entrance to the underground palace collapsed. Large and small pieces of stones piled up, completely blocking the entrance.

For a moment, the earth shook.

The underground space was filled with smoke and dust.

The way out is blocked.

This scene made everyone's faces become extremely gloomy. They subconsciously mobilized the magic power in their bodies, and their bodies were ready for battle. The eyes they looked at Karem were filled with extremely strong hatred.

Who can cultivate to this level is not a smart person? Looking at Kareem's appearance, listening to Kareem's words, and watching Ashibern's performance, he can basically guess what happened.

Karem knows how to break through the realm of destruction, but it is obvious that this is a very dangerous thing. This guy is unwilling to put himself in danger, so he tricks the masters of the Spang Theocracy into absorbing the power of the last Twilight King.

And he himself manipulates the target through some means.

Looking at Ashborn's appearance, he seemed to have become Karem's puppet.

In this way, this old thing does not need to bear any risks, but still has destructive power. It's perfect.

Oh, right, potions.

Before Ashburn absorbed the arm of the last Dusk King, Kareem had Ashburn take a potion. Could it be that he was controlling Ashburn through that potion? Listening to Kareem's subsequent words, it was clear that he did not intend to let anyone present survive, otherwise, he would not have ordered Ashburn to seal the entrance.

Damn, this is trouble.

Now, Ashburn is a strong man in the Destruction Realm. From the fact that he just wiped out several legendary masters with one move, we can see how terrible the Destruction Realm is. Even if all the remaining people are added together, they are definitely not Ashburn's opponent. Now that the exit is blocked, even the way to escape is blocked. Is he really going to die here? Even Holt, who had been wary of Kareem before, did not expect Kareem to have this trick.

The only option now is to take the initiative and kill Karem.

In this way, Ashborn is just a puppet. Even if he has great strength, he is useless without the order of his master.

But just when these people had this thought in their minds, Kareem had obviously noticed their intention. He sneered and waved his hand: "Ashburn..."

"Kill them all!"

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)