Chapter 588: Kill Them All (10,000)
Philomena appears.
She had just digested the remaining soul of Benavid and was about to go find Ron, but she felt a strong aura coming here, so she rushed over immediately.
As soon as she arrived here, Philomena saw Mansfield at a glance. Philomena's eyes were so sharp that she could tell at a glance that Mansfield's true form was a dragon, and his strength was considered quite good even among many dragons.
However, during the long period of nearly a thousand years, Philomena had to deal with the dragon clan, and she really didn't take such a dragon seriously.
She was originally at the peak of the Destruction Realm. This time, she absorbed the residual soul of the God of Death Benavid, and her soul realm was further elevated. If her own energy was not insufficient to support it, she would have broken through to the Demigod realm on the spot.
Although Mansfield's strength is quite good, he is not a real Dragon King after all. His strength is only in the middle stage of the Destruction Realm. He is much inferior to the real Dragon King and the dragon elders. With Philomina's strength, it is not too stressful to deal with Mansfield. She doesn't even need Ron and Ifrit to take action. Philomina alone can easily suppress Mansfield.
Mansfield was also startled when he suddenly heard Philomena's voice.
When he first entered the palace, Mansfield focused all his attention on Ifrit and Ifrit's mistress, and didn't even pay too much attention to other places in the palace.
In Mansfield's opinion, this is just a mere human palace. How many masters can there be?
Even if there are so-called masters, they are only at the legendary level. How could they be his opponents?
It wasn't until Philomena's voice came from behind that Mansfield was startled.
The other party was able to approach me silently, and I didn't even notice it before the other party spoke. What does this mean? It means that the other party's strength must be above mine.
All of a sudden, sweat started to flow down Mansfield's forehead, and a dense layer of small bumps appeared on his body. The strong sense of fear made Mansfield's scalp numb.
This time, I’m in trouble.
Mansfield was unsure about how to deal with the mysterious man, but he thought it should not be difficult to escape. Mansfield had the confidence to do so.
So, even though things didn't work out, Mansfield wasn't too scared.
But now, with the appearance of another being whose realm is higher than his, the situation suddenly becomes extremely dangerous.
If Ifrit, who had just entered the realm of destruction, was added to the mix, was he really going to die here this time? If he had a good relationship with his sister, he might have a chance to survive for her sake. Unfortunately, the one who wanted to kill him the most was his own sister.
Damn, ungrateful person.
Besides, aren’t humans the weakest race on the Dusk Continent?
When did so many experts appear?
Among many powerful populations, humans are the weakest.
Although two powerful men, the Blasphemer and the Sage, appeared, this cannot change the impression that humans are weak. After all, the probability of these two appearing in eight thousand years is too low.
If humans really have any powerful ability, perhaps it is that they can reproduce quickly enough.
It was precisely because of this impression that Mansfield did not take humans seriously at all. Even when he broke into the palace, he did not make any preparations. But who could have thought that such contempt would bring him such a catastrophe.
For a moment, a strong sense of fear enveloped Mansfield's body and soul.
His body was like a stiff puppet, and he turned sideways a little bit, just in time to see Philomena's petite figure out of the corner of his eye.
It was such a petite girl who brought Mansfield the fear of death.
The invisible aura on his body made Mansfield feel that even breathing had become a luxury.
His heart was beating violently, and at the same time, he had already begun to quickly calculate in his mind what he should do to stay alive.
This petite girl alone is enough to suppress him, not to mention there are two masters standing beside him, eyeing him covetously. He will definitely not be able to defeat her. What he really needs to consider now is how to escape from here alive.
Damn it, such a powerful woman is only worthy of me.
If Ifrit and this mysterious woman could become his queen, then many excellent heritages would be integrated into the bloodline of the dragon clan in the future.
Bai Lan and Bai Yuan did not show up. They were still trying to reach the realm of destruction. Niafu did not show up either. She knew that she was not needed here. Instead, it was more important to take care of Bai Lan and Bai Yuan.
She believed that between protecting his woman's safety and killing the enemy, Ron would definitely choose the former.
If Niafu also appeared here and saw the demigod-level six-winged fallen angel, all of Mansfield's hopes would probably be extinguished in an instant. He might choose to commit suicide directly, which would at least allow him to die a little more comfortably.
Although Ron and Philomena showed up, they obviously had no intention of taking action. They were more like flanking the sidelines, leaving the affairs here entirely to Ifrit to handle.
This is also what Ifrit meant.
On the one hand, Ifrit wanted to test his current level by playing against Mansfield.
On the other hand, Ifrit also wanted to make a complete break with the past.
Just when Mansfield was shocked by Philomena's sudden appearance, Ifrit's aura began to become stronger and stronger.
There were strange air currents all over his body, like weird whirlpools, and a humming sound was emitted.
The power of law filled Ifrit's whole body. It was obvious that Ifrit had reaped rich rewards when he was trying to break through the level of destruction.
The power of the law even surprised Ron. He even felt that the law that Ifrit was activating now was inexplicably familiar. Wasn't that the law of power that he got from the Nine-Step Heavenly Monument?
The same law can be mastered by multiple living beings at the same time.
But there will be some differences, more or less.
Just like Ifrit and Ron, although they both follow the law of force, there are obvious differences. Ron's law of force is pure power, which is simpler but also more refined.
In comparison, Ifrit's law of force is no longer pure strength, but is accompanied by the dragon clan's unique pressure, plus his own semi-divine power, which merge together to form a relatively complex but more exaggerated magical power.
With the emergence of the law of force, the pressure on Mansfield also increased instantly. He only felt that although his sister Ifrit had just entered the state of destruction, her aura was getting stronger and stronger, and even made Mansfield feel extremely terrifying pressure.
Although the two sides had not yet started fighting, Mansfield only felt that the terrifying oppression was like a surging tsunami, surging in from all directions, squeezing Mansfield's body madly, making Mansfield feel that his strong body was about to turn into a meat paste in the next second.
The bones even made a creaking sound due to the intense compression.
For a moment, Mansfield was even a little panicked, not understanding why his sister's aura was so terrifying? Was this the aura of a dragon that had just achieved destruction? Especially when he saw the law of power entangled with Ifrit, Mansfield felt even more horrified.
Law, this is the power of law.
Mansfield had only seen this kind of power in his father, the old Dragon King, and several dragon elders.
That is an ability that only a dragon at the demigod level can master.
Why can my sister control it in the realm of destruction?
Races such as elves, orcs, humans, and giants need to go through a difficult level if they want to enter the realm of destruction. This level can probably be called a tribulation.
If one successfully passes the tribulation, his strength will increase and he will become a truly top-level strongman in the Dusk Continent. If one fails to pass the tribulation, he will be seriously injured at best and his realm will fall. In serious cases, he will become a madman or even die directly.
However, because of the favor of the administrator, the dragon clan is also shackled, but their shackles are different from those of other creatures.
When they enter the realm of destruction, they do not need to go through the process of tribulation.
As long as enough energy is accumulated in the body, destruction can be achieved naturally.
Since there is no need to overcome the tribulation, there will naturally be no benefits after overcoming the tribulation, and it is naturally impossible to master the laws.
That is to say, only after achieving the semi-god realm can one have the opportunity to comprehend the power of the laws bit by bit.
Although Ifrit was a dragon and had once been favored, the favor disappeared after he was expelled from the dragon clan, and he was not much different from other lives.
But all this was obviously not something Mansfield could understand.
Mansfield, who knew the terrible law well, even felt an extremely strong fear of this sister whom he had looked down upon before. He even made a strange gurgling sound in his throat because of fear.
In just a few seconds, Ifrit's aura had reached its limit.
Ang!
Suddenly, Ifrit raised his head, and a desolate dragon roar instantly tore through the night sky, echoing over the entire royal city.
That sound was louder than thunder.
More violent than an earthquake.
In an instant, a phantom suddenly appeared behind Ifrit. A golden dragon several hundred feet long suddenly appeared behind Ifrit.
The divine dragon was hovering in the air, with its head high and horns prominent, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.
A pair of dragon eyes flashed like lightning.
Every scale was shining with a golden light.
The power was as if the dragon god were alive.
Even Ron was a little shocked by this move. He didn't expect that after breaking through the level of Destruction, Ifrit could even summon the phantom of the Dragon God.
I guess this must be the inheritance of the Dragon God.
After obtaining the Dragon God's inheritance, Ifrit's aura surged once again.
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Originally, Mansfield could hardly bear the terrifying pressure coming from Ifrit, and now he felt his legs trembling, his knees shaking, and he even had the urge to kneel on the ground and kowtow in surrender.
But the honor of Prince Long would never allow Mansfield to do such a disgraceful thing. He held on desperately, still holding his head up proudly, letting the beads of sweat as big as beans roll down his face and into his eyes, causing him a burning pain.
At this moment, Ifrit let out another loud and clear whistle.
The next moment, he stretched out his right hand and the Panlong Stick appeared out of thin air in his palm.
You should know that this Panlong Stick was forged by the God of Craftsmen using the essence and blood of various races and countless precious materials during the battle that destroyed the Dusk Dynasty eight thousand years ago. It is an absolute artifact-level weapon. Coupled with the high degree of enhancement that Ron has done to the Panlong Stick, this stick alone is probably enough to match half of Ifrit's strength.
In fact, with Ifrit's current strength, there is no need to use all his strength to deal with Mansfield.
But the moment Mansfield attacked Mr., the recipe for his death was in place.
What's more, Ifrit could clearly feel the strong murderous intent coming from Mansfield towards Ron and himself. Ifrit only wanted to kill himself, Ifrit would not care, but if he wanted to kill Mr. Mansfield, Ifrit would never tolerate it.
In this case, let’s strike first.
Whoosh! With a loud and clear whistle, Ifrit flew up.
After reaching the high point, his body fell from mid-air at an extremely fast speed like a cannonball, and he held the Panlong stick tightly in both hands and smashed it down towards Mansfield's head.
This attack showed absolutely no intention of showing mercy.
Seeing Ifrit and the Panlong Stick falling from above his head, Mansfield's face turned pale. He only felt the pressure suddenly surge. With a crack, the solid ground under his feet could not even withstand such violent pressure. It exploded and his legs were instantly sunk deep into the mud.
He wanted to dodge, but his body was locked by an invisible force and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch Ifrit and the Panlong Stick getting closer and closer to him.
This is the law of force. There is no reason or skill involved. It is pure force to overwhelm.
Seeing that the Panlong stick was about to hit his head, Mansfield tried his best to regain control of his body.
His soul was fluctuating violently.
Suddenly Mansfield opened his mouth and let out a shrill howl as if he was mad.
Under the overwhelming pressure, he was finally able to control his body to a certain extent. He raised his arms as hard as he could and blocked the Panlong Stick.
There was no way, Mansfield had no weapon.
The dragon blood, noble status, and powerful strength have made this kid extremely proud. He simply disdains to use any weapons. His claws and fangs are the sharpest weapons.
It was not until this moment that Mansfield felt regret, but it was too late.
At this moment, all Mansfield could rely on was his arms.
However, the strong arms seemed so fragile when facing the Panlong Stick... or to be more precise, the Panlong Pillar, and were completely vulnerable.
The next moment, the Panlong Stick had already hit Mansfield's arms heavily.
There was only a crisp sound, and Mansfield's arm, which was harder than steel, could not withstand the violent impact and broke instantly.
The bones on his arms were directly turned into fine powder.
The flesh burst open.
Countless debris mixed with blood flew everywhere.
Mansfield's body sank suddenly, and half of his body was completely submerged in the mud.
The surging power from the Panlong Stick instantly penetrated Mansfield's entire body along his arms. Mansfield's body trembled violently, and he felt his heart, lungs, spleen, liver, stomach, and almost all the internal organs in his body were shattered into pieces at this moment.
One of them couldn't control himself and with a "wow" sound, blood mixed with large pieces of internal organs spurted out of his mouth.
Mansfield had never expected this scene.
He didn't expect Ifrit to be so strong.
What was even more unexpected was that he couldn't even withstand a single attack from Ifrit.
Although both his arms had been disabled and his internal organs had turned into minced meat.
But this kind of injury is actually nothing to a strong man like Mansfield. What really makes Mansfield unbearable is the mental blow. Ifrit's strength simply beats Mansfield into the dust.
He couldn't accept that he was not as good as the sister whom he had looked down upon and bullied since childhood.
Mansfield's body was still squirming and struggling.
The flesh on the broken arm is regenerating at an extremely fast speed, and even the internal organs are being reshaped.
However, Ifrit was extremely ruthless. Now that he had already started, he would never give Mansfield any chance to turn things around.
As soon as his body landed on the ground, his upper body immediately pressed down, and the Panlong stick in his hand swept across, sticking to the ground, and hit Mansfield's waist directly.
Poor Mansfield had not yet recovered from the previous wave of attacks. Facing Ifrit's new attack, he had no ability to deal with it and could only watch the Panlong Stick getting closer and closer.
Bang! The Panlong stick hit Mansfield's waist heavily.
hiss.
That scene made Ron take a deep breath and his expression looked extremely strange.
My goodness, this is such a cruel move.
With one hit of the stick, blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Ron could clearly see that a piece of snow-white bone suddenly tore through Mansfield's waist on the other side and spurted out. If he was not mistaken, it should be a section of Mansfield's lumbar vertebra.
This guy is probably going to be ruined now.
Moreover, the law of force is extremely domineering.
When it hits the body, it not only affects the physical body, but even the soul will inevitably suffer a severe impact.
Ron even saw clearly that a gray shadow was shaken out from Mansfield's body. What else could it be but Mansfield's soul? Ifrit, this was clearly a means of killing everyone, not giving Mansfield any chance to survive.
Chapter 2 (End of this chapter)