Chapter 487: The Fear of the Sages (Five Thousand)

Both the six-winged fallen angel Niafe and Patridge were very smart and did not use the power of darkness. They knew that the other party mastered the laws of darkness. Using the power of darkness was almost useless except for increasing the energy of the other party.

Niafu did not master too many laws. Perhaps this was a common feature of all angels. Each angel only mastered the power of one law.

After losing the law of darkness, the only power Niafu could use was pure physical skills and attacks. The spear in her hand was Niafu's greatest killer move.

Even though the spear was neatly split into two pieces, it did not have much impact on Niafu. With her hands open, a brand new spear had already condensed in Niafu's hands, which was almost no different from the previous one.

The gun body shook, and dense gun beams rushed forward like raindrops.

And Patridge did not choose to resist this move.

For beings of their level, it is absolutely foolish to resist the killing moves of masters of the same level.

In fact, there is a certain gap in the improvement of practitioners in all aspects.

Some practitioners are good at physical skills and have amazing physical strength, but these pure physical skills masters have completely declined in the Dusk Continent and their inheritance is almost impossible to find. There is no other reason. These physical skills masters who temper their bodies have to endure far more hardships and pains in their practice than others.

This kind of true physical cultivation is completely different from those melee masters who use magic to strengthen their bodies.

They do not use special magic to enhance their combat effectiveness. The moment they start practicing, they continuously refine and integrate all the abundant magic power absorbed by their bodies into their own bodies. They transform the magic power into a part of their bodies.

They constantly use magic power to temper their bodies, temper their skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, and even every cell in the body.

When fighting, they do not use magic at all. A random punch they throw is the most powerful magic, and their bodies are the most powerful weapons.

This is the real asceticism.

It seems simple to say, but in fact, the difficulty of asceticism is far more exaggerated than this.

First of all, if you want to strengthen your body, you need high-intensity training.

If you say it is hard, it may be a little bit, but compared with real physical cultivation, it is nothing.

According to records in some ancient texts, real physical training can only be described as cruel. Except for a very short time spent on eating and sleeping, the vast majority of the time is spent on tempering and polishing the body.

They need to do a lot of high-intensity weight training, endurance training, strength training, and speed training so that their bodies can be enhanced in all aspects.

In order to increase their ability to withstand blows, they sometimes even deliberately get beaten to speed up the integration of their bodies and magic power.

After enduring all kinds of pain, his final speed of strength improvement was even far slower than that of ordinary practitioners. Only after reaching the legendary realm could he slowly catch up with those magicians.

The worst thing is that when a physical skills master fights, he is not as cool as a magician.

Various conditions led to the gradual decline of physical cultivation, and in the end it even completely disappeared from the Dusk Continent.

The various physical training masters mentioned nowadays are actually those who use various magics, such as giant strength magic, gale magic, etc., to enhance the strength of the body in a short period of time and improve the melee combat effectiveness. They cannot be compared with real physical training.

Regardless of whether they are half-baked masters of physical skills or magicians, when practicing, they all focus more on the amount and purity of magic power, and pay more attention to the training of mental strength in order to strengthen their control over magic power.

As for physical strength, to be frank, it's fine as long as you can get by.

Every time a practitioner advances to a higher realm, his physical body will also be strengthened.

However, this kind of enhancement is far from enough.

As one's strength grows and one's realm becomes higher, the gap between physical strength and mental strength will become larger and larger. This is a problem that troubles almost every practitioner, and no one has been able to solve it so far.

Even saints and sages are the same.

Even though Patrick was able to withstand Ron's Dragon God's Eye before and his physical strength was exaggerated, the gap between this physical strength and Patrick's mental strength was extremely large.

This leads to a serious problem, that is, it is difficult for masters of the same level to withstand an attack from the opponent. If you are not careful, your body can be completely crushed into slag.

That's right, Patrick chose to dodge. His body disappeared from the spot again. When he appeared again, he was already on the other side. His right hand quickly drew a series of horizontal and vertical crisscross silk lines in the air.

The next moment, a big net had been woven in front of Patridge.

It was a big net woven by the Law of Judgment. As soon as it was formed, it instantly covered Ron and Niafu.

The net covered an extremely large area, almost blocking all the places where Ron and Niafu could hide, leaving not many gaps. Looking at this, Patridge even hoped to tear both of them to pieces with this move... No, mainly Ron.

Patridge could naturally see that although Ron's strength was not that good, he was the main force between the two. Once Ron was killed, Niafu, as a summoned creature, would naturally disappear.

That's right, Patridge would not give Ron any chance to struggle. He had made up his mind to completely wipe out Ron in the next attack.

Just as the big net flew towards Ron, Patridge's fingers were also shaking quickly. There was a rustling sound, and huge nets woven by the Law of Judgment appeared behind Ron, on both sides, and even above his head.

The huge nets are woven so densely that if you use them to catch fish, it will be a net that will wipe out your entire family.

He actually used the power of laws so extravagantly.

He is indeed a sage.

For a moment, Ron was completely surrounded, with no hope of escaping the encirclement, unless he had the ability to walk freely among stones and soil. But it was obvious that Ron did not have this ability. Even if he did, who could guarantee that there were no other killer moves set up by Patridge in the soil under his feet? This seemed to be a dead end.

Even Niafu's brows couldn't help but frown slightly, as if she also felt how difficult this move was.

Ron, on the other hand, didn't show any nervousness about the approaching death on his face. He just looked at Patridge with some admiration, then spread out his right hand.

Ron's performance made Patrick's eyelids twitch. He really couldn't figure out how Ron could struggle in the face of such a tight net.

He is dead.

Partridge even felt that he had seen Ron's body being cut into countless small pieces.

At this moment, Partridge saw clearly what was in Ron's palm. It was a milky white, round worm that was more than ten centimeters long...

insect?

I don't know why, but the moment he saw the worm, Patridge felt a heart-pounding palpitation that almost made him collapse. His throat was moving desperately and he was swallowing saliva in big gulps.

He didn't understand where this fear in his chest came from and why it was so intense.

In the next moment, the insects suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The petite body, which was only a dozen centimeters long, had turned into a huge monster that was a hundred meters long and several meters thick in the blink of an eye. It originally looked even cute, but it suddenly became ferocious and violent.

One end of its huge body was raised high, with its circular mouthparts open.

"Ang!" A violent roar came from the insect's mouthparts. Then, a vortex formed on the surface of the mouthparts. With a strong attraction, the huge worm pounced on a figure and swallowed it directly with its mouthparts.

It was not Partridge who was swallowed.

It's Ron.

It's Niafu.

With a whoosh, Ron and Niafu's bodies were swallowed directly into the abdominal cavity of Alecius.

Just as the two figures were swallowed up, a large net woven by six laws of judgment from the sky, front, back, left, right, and even underground hit Alecius' body almost at the same time.

Puff puff puff puff puff…

Several voices sounded at the same time and mixed together, and then... nothing happened.

The power of the law that could easily cut off Ron's body and cut through Niafu's spear, after hitting Alecius' body, just... disappeared.

The imagined scene of being cut into countless small pieces did not appear.

The huge worm was still lying across the ground. There wasn't even a single scar on its skin, not even a white mark. At most, there were just a few ripples on its round body, and that was all.

Those huge nets collapsed, disappeared, and ceased to exist.

This is the true function of the holy relic made from the body of Arriaeus.

Although it is quite good to use it as an offensive holy relic, Ron thinks it might be more suitable to use it as a defensive treasure.

No matter how insignificant Arriagius was among the gods, it could not change his identity as an evil god. His soul had been forever buried in the Soul Ferry and disappeared in the Black Sea, but his body was still that of a genuine god.

Even if Patridge is a demigod, it would be a dream for him to harm the body of a real god.

As long as Arriacis's body exists, Ron is almost invincible.

Patridge's body was shaking violently, and his flushed face turned pale as paper in an instant... His eyes were getting bigger and bigger, staring at the huge worm in front of him like crazy, he even wondered if he was in some kind of hallucination.

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

No way, this is absolutely impossible.

How could this happen? He gathered all his energy to launch a dragnet-like attack, thinking that he could capture Ron and even the six-winged fallen angel, but who could have thought that the end result would be like this?

What on earth was this worm? Why did Partridge feel a shudder from the depths of his soul just by seeing this worm? Then! The melodious sound of the clock of time rang out from the body of the white worm.

Arriaius' body seemed to have turned into a loudspeaker. The sound was louder and longer than ever before. Patridge could even clearly see that the sound spread in the air, causing an exaggerated distortion of the space.

The sound of the bell covered every corner of the underground palace.

Partridge had nowhere to hide.

He sealed his ears to block out his hearing, but it was of no use; the sound went straight into Partridge's mind.

Patridge's body also twisted along with the space, and the surface of his body seemed to be covered with a layer of thin shadow. His expression gradually became hideous and distorted. The naked eye could clearly see a large number of tiny, tall worms emerging on his body surface and crawling everywhere.

His internal organs were shredded to pieces.

The bones could not withstand the impact of the clock of time that was magnified by Arriaius' body, and were ground into fine powder, and the whole body turned into a mass of wriggling flesh.

There was even a hint of madness in his eyes. It seemed that his body and even his spirit were suffering from the torture of pollution, and it seemed that it would not take long before they would completely go out of control.

There was a storm in his heart.

Only a being with divinity can cause pollution.

Demigods can barely be considered to possess a certain degree of divinity. As a demigod, Patridge can also pollute and erode other living beings, but his control over pollution and erosion is not perfect.

Although practitioners in the Destruction Realm are considered the true pinnacle of the Dusk Continent in the eyes of ordinary people, in Patridge's opinion, the distance between the Destruction Realm and Demigod is the real chasm. That gap may be farther and more insurmountable than the distance between the Destruction Realm and the Transcendent Realm.

The most important difference among them all lies in that ray of divinity.

This ray of divinity will cause fundamental changes in the energy controlled by the practitioner.

This ray of divinity also gradually changes the existence of the practitioner. The practitioner will gradually shed his human side and become a higher-level, more powerful, and more indifferent creature.

Patridge was very sure that although Ron was very powerful and could exert the power of the realm of destruction, his own realm had not actually entered the realm of destruction, let alone that of a demigod.

But... why? Why could a tiny, humble practitioner of the Legendary Realm release such horrific pollution that even a demigod like me couldn't resist it?

The Clock of Time. Ron had used the power of the Clock of Time before.

Patridge admitted that this move did contain quite mysterious power, but it did not seem to have any pollution effect.

Why is there such a big change this time? Is it because of that white worm?

There was no wind, but there seemed to be a storm in the underground palace. The wind and waves did not blow Patridge's body away, but they agitated his soul. The pollution became more and more serious. Patridge even felt that his soul was about to lose control. Indescribable roars and howls in his soul constantly set off waves of tsunamis, stirring up his spiritual space into a mess.

While trying hard to control his spirit from collapsing, Patridge opened his eyes wide and even extended a wisp of his soul, trying to sense what kind of existence this milky white insect was.

Two chains have also extended from the body of the white worm, like two poisonous snakes, crawling slowly on the ground.

Patridge knew that it was these two chains that entangled Ashburne before, which directly led to Ashburne's time being drained away and dying of old age.

This is a force that even Patridge is not sure he can fight against, but now, Patridge no longer has time to care so much.

As the spirit got closer, the fear grew stronger.

Finally, when the soul got close to the insect, Patridge could no longer bear it.

His old face was twisted into a ball almost instantly.

He let out a scream of extreme fear, and his body shook violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He had never experienced such fear. The white worm opened its bloody mouth like a huge whirlpool, trying to greedily swallow everything.

The closer he got to the worm, the stronger the fear that Patridge's soul felt. He was already a powerful demigod, almost the supreme being in the entire Dusk Continent. But at this moment, Patridge only felt that his spirit and his body had become extremely weak, as if they could collapse at any time.

Patrick's soul didn't even dare to get any closer. He had a premonition that if he got any closer, his soul would be swallowed up by the white worm in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

That white worm...is God.

It's God.

Patridge is a demigod. Is there any other possibility that could make a demigod so frightened except for a real god?

No one knows what Patridge's mood is at this moment.

After realizing that Arriaius was a god, his consciousness immediately fell into unprecedented chaos. There was only one thought left in his mind, which was... run, run as far as you can, run as fast as you can.

Partridge didn't even have the courage to face God.

He didn't even have the courage to take a closer look to see whether the white worm was dead or alive.

Patridge opened his hands as hard as he could, and a scream that almost tore a person's eardrums came out of his mouth. The next moment, one old figure after another appeared out of thin air in front of Patridge.

These are all Patridge's clones.

In an instant, densely packed clones filled the entire underground palace. At a glance, there were countless figures of Patrick everywhere.

As soon as these clones appeared, they immediately became like crazy, howling, and rushed towards the milky white insect towards the spreading sound waves and the two extended chains.

And Patridge took this opportunity to gently turn the bracelet on his left hand, and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The saint ran away!

Chapter 1 is here.

(End of this chapter)