Chapter 624: The Disaster of Extermination of the Genocide (Ten Thousand)

At the moment when the dragon fist hit the soul, Ron seemed to see an extremely weird distortion emerging in front of him, and then he seemed to hear an unusually sharp wail in his ears.

Tick, tick, tick…

In a trance, it seemed that the second hand of a clock was moving slowly.

The crisp sound echoed in the ears of every living creature.

This ticking sound continued for several seconds and finally came to an end.

Immediately afterwards... boom!

A deafening roar like the collapse of the heavens and the earth suddenly spread out in this parallel world.

With Ron's position as the center, the invisible impact instantly turned into a frosty white ring, like a nuclear bomb explosion, sweeping towards the surroundings. The scene at that moment was like a tsunami and a sweeping storm.

Thick smoke and dust covered the sky and everything in sight was submerged in the gray dust.

Figures were swept up by the impact, and their bodies were almost torn into pieces in an instant. Flesh, bones, and skin all turned into something like mud, and there were touches of scarlet color in the gray smoke.

I could still seem to hear a crackling sound in my ears, which was the sound of this space constantly cracking and being destroyed.

No one knew what had happened in the thick smoke and dust. In the entire parallel space, no living being could escape this round of impact filled with the breath of destruction. All one could see was that in the moment when the impact raged, in the entire parallel space, rows and rows of neatly arranged buildings collapsed one after another, and then the ruins were quickly covered by thick smoke and dust.

The parallel space is filled with chaotic and violent energy.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air was mixed with the wails of fear and despair.

No one knew how long the whole process lasted, but the smoke and dust finally subsided.

Looking at the scene again, the space of the Andre family today is like a huge glass box, but the glass box is covered with cracks all around, as dense as a spider web, and even has serious defects in some places, showing holes of various sizes.

It is obvious that this piece of space has really been stretched to its limit and is on the verge of breaking. It may completely collapse at any time.

This was a space that was created by the joint efforts of forty-nine demigod-level masters. Yet, it was severely damaged by Ron's attack. One could imagine what kind of energy was contained in that attack.

Look at the ground again.

The neatly arranged buildings and the hard stone slabs on the ground have all disappeared, replaced by fine grains of sand and dust. The ground of the entire space has completely turned into a desert that stretches as far as the eye can see.

Everything was reduced to dust.

puff.

Just a kilometer away from the center of this space, a dry arm suddenly stretched out from the fine sand and dust.

The old fingers were groping and struggling around, and they slowly emerged from the dust. This was an old man with white hair and beard, and it looked like he had half a foot... no, not half a foot in the grave, it was actually that the earth had buried him up to his eyebrows.

He was hunched over and seemed unable to straighten himself up at all.

His already gray hair became grey due to being covered with too much dust, making him look even more disheveled.

I don’t know if it was because I had just been hit too hard and my body was injured, or if it was because my spirit was strongly stimulated, but in any case, my whole body was shaking.

This person is Regias.

Although he looked extremely disheveled, with bloodstains of varying sizes all over his face, it was almost impossible to tell what he originally looked like, but one could still barely discern his identity from his clothes.

This guy is really lucky.

Such a violent impact just now did not take Regias' life, and it even seemed that his injuries were not too serious.

It is indeed an old monster that has survived for more than 10,000 years. It is said that a turtle lives for ten thousand years and a tortoise lives for a thousand years. This is really true.

However, when Regias's cloudy eyes, which had completely lost their original brilliance, saw the surrounding situation clearly, he felt as if his chest was hit hard by a hammer. His chest suddenly caved in and he couldn't catch his breath. With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Blood spurted onto his beard.

Mixed with the dust on his beard, it became sticky and looked even more desolate.

Regias gasped desperately. He was really worried that he would suffocate to death because of a lack of breath... At this moment, Regias just felt his heart aching, so aching.

This is a space that was created by forty-nine practitioners at the demigod level working together. It has gone through nearly ten thousand years, and no matter what kind of enemy they faced, they have always firmly guarded the Andre family's space.

It just got broken.

It can even be said that the damage is of the kind that cannot be repaired at all.

Regias felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out. The pain was so severe that even his breathing was filled with sadness and pain.

Puff…puff…puff…

Arms stretched out from under the sand and dust, and figures emerged from the desert.

They looked as miserable as a dog, shaking their bodies wildly, trying to shake off the sand on their bodies.

All the twelve ancestors were still alive, and none of them could be killed.

This guy is really annoying.

It can even be said that among the more than eighty practitioners in the realm of destruction, more than half are still alive.

Of course, Daphne, Philomena, Heferson and Patrich are also alive. Their situation is even better than those of the Andre family. After all, the masters of the Andre family are all on the altar or nearby. In short, the distance is very close.

In comparison, Philomena and the other three were far away from the altar.

Although the impact was powerful, its power had weakened a lot by the time it spread to their side. In addition, they were all quite powerful, so although they looked a little embarrassed on the outside, they actually did not suffer any damage.

Apart from these strong ones, the situation of others is much worse.

Those who were weak died in large numbers, and died in the most tragic way. Not even their remains were left behind. Their flesh, blood, and bones were all ground into fine powder by the impact and mixed in the dust.

Figures gradually crawled up from the ground, but at a glance, they were scattered and sparse, and the number was probably less than half of the original number.

puff.

When he saw this scene, Regias couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood again. His old face turned extremely pale without a trace of blood.

When has the Andre family ever suffered such losses? Although the casualties of the masters this time were not too serious, the injuries of ordinary members were probably more serious than during the Archibald Cholera outbreak a thousand years ago.

Although Archibald was ruthless at that time, he basically would not attack those members who were too weak. But this time was different. This time it was a completely indiscriminate loss.

The death of nearly half of the ordinary members did not have much impact on the Andre family's combat effectiveness on the surface. After all, as long as the top masters were still there, the pillars of the Andre family would not collapse. However, the family's future was severely weakened.

Regias' mood became increasingly heavy, and his expression became increasingly ugly.

After crawling out from underground, the others quickly began to look around. When they saw the broken space, the razed land, and the non-existent buildings, they all gasped, with horror on their faces.

At this moment, Regias suddenly thought of something and abruptly raised his head to look in the direction of the altar. Not only Regias, but also the other dozen old men, as well as Heferson and others, did the same.

In an instant, a lot of eyes gathered in the direction of the altar.

only……

The altar had disappeared! That's right, the huge altar, which was at least hundreds of meters in diameter, disappeared completely, and was replaced by a huge, bottomless pit. The Dragon Prince Mansfield, who was originally on the altar, also disappeared.

Maybe he died from the violent impact just now.

After all, the power just now was too violent. Even a master at the demigod level would be doomed. Although Prince Dragon was powerful, he was still far from being a demigod. Even with the powerful body of the dragon clan, he would have disappeared into thin air. He didn't even leave any soul behind.

The dream of reviving the dragon clan will eventually be shattered at this moment.

The spirit of the god of decay and decline is also gone.

Maybe he escaped back.

Or maybe he's dead.

Although gods are powerful, they are not immortal. Moreover, the defense of a pure soul of a god, without the protection of a physical body, is infinitely close to zero. In the situation just now, it is not surprising that the soul was crushed on the spot.

The gods came down to earth, and the Andre family was responsible for the sacrificial ceremony, but there was such a huge mistake that not only did the gods fail to descend smoothly, but it even led to the destruction of their souls. With such a result, the repairman would definitely be furious, let alone satisfied.

This time, he would definitely not be able to become a god... Not only would he not be able to achieve the realm of a god, he might even suffer cruel punishment from the repairman.

When he thought of this possibility, Regias, whose face was already pale, was once again covered with a layer of deathly gray. It was a face without any life at all. He only felt a severe pain in his chest. He had vomited blood many times just now, but he couldn't help it this time and spurted out another mouthful of blood.

The old body was shaking and his lips were trembling.

His throat kept moving, and he seemed to want to howl to vent the depression and anger in his chest, but he could only make a series of gurgling noises like a mouse.

All kinds of thoughts kept lingering in his mind, and Regias's face became uglier and uglier. The altar disappeared, and Mansfield's body no longer existed. Even if the God of Decay and Fall could really enter Mansfield's body within a short period of time, he would most likely not survive.

All thirteen of their ancestors were blown away.

Regias trembled all over when he recalled the feeling before.

That power is truly terrifying.

Regias had only seen that level of power three times in his life. The first time was when the Twilight Dynasty was overthrown and the last Twilight King was killed.

The second time was when the Blasphemer was born and fought fiercely with the repairman.

The third time is this time.

It was a crushing force that he was completely unable to resist, and it even made him lose the will to resist. At the moment when that force just appeared, Regias even wondered if it was the reincarnation of the last Dusk King, or the return of the Blasphemer? In front of such power, he felt so small, like a weak ant in front of an elephant.

He didn't understand why an ordinary human being, who was not even chosen by the repairman and did not receive any gifts, could possess such terrifying power?

What happened to this world? When did the Dusk Continent become so terrible?

The most important thing is, what hatred and grudge does this person have with the Andre family? Why does he treat the Andre family like this? In front of that powerful and despairing force, he clearly saw the entire altar turned into fine powder in an instant, and the thirteen ancestors were all shaken away at the first moment. Without the support of the thirteen ancestors, the road to heaven naturally disappeared.

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

When Regias subconsciously looked up at the sky, the soul of the Ice God also disappeared.

I don’t know whether it was destroyed or escaped back to heaven before its power exploded. If it was the latter, it would be okay, at least the sins borne by the Andre family could be reduced a little.

When Regias looked further back...his body suddenly stopped again.

Tower of Babel.

The Tower of Babel, which the Andre family used to listen to oracles and communicate with gods... is gone.

Just gone like that.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Regias felt as if his brain was suddenly dizzy. Although he was a super master at the peak of the demigod realm, he almost fainted and sat down on the ground.

The dull pain in the chest reached its limit.

Wow.

Another mouthful of blood spurted out three feet away.

Regis was even worried that he would vomit to death from vomiting like this.

Finished.

Regias knew that the Andre family was finished this time.

The Tower of Babel disappeared and the repairman could not be contacted. Even if Regias wanted to apologize, explain himself, or ask for forgiveness from the repairman, he couldn't do it.

Regias knew even more clearly that without the protection and blessings of the gods, the Andre family was not much different from other families on the Dusk Continent. Such a transcendent status would probably be gone forever.

Add to that the inevitable punishment from the repairman, and the Andre family might really be... exterminated.

For a moment, Regias even felt a little desperate.

I have worked hard for the Andre family for so many years, but who could have thought that in the end it would be a waste of time.

And all this was caused by that damn bastard.

Besides sadness and despair, there was also extreme anger and resentment. He really wanted to see what had happened to that damn bastard, and... Montelicia, that damn bitch, who actually betrayed the family.

Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable.

They must pay the heaviest price for what they have done.

Crunch, crunch, crunch... Regias clenched his fists, and the friction between his knuckles made a teeth-grinding sound. His pair of scarlet eyes searched around, and soon he found a figure right at the edge of the altar.

That was a man.

The man was in a rather embarrassing situation. Although he was still standing on the edge of the altar, his originally tall and straight body had become hunched, and heavy breaths kept coming out of his throat, with wheezing sounds continuing.

The moon-white robe he was wearing was now covered in dust.

The robe even became like a tattered piece of cloth hanging on the body.

The dragon scales on his body have faded, the dragon claws have disappeared, and the phantom of the dragon behind him is no longer there.

His whole body looked as if it had just been soaked in a pool of blood, with bloody marks everywhere.

Regias' eyes narrowed into slits. It was pretty much what he had imagined. Although the power was so strong that it made Regias despair, this young man was not the last Dusk King or Alecius after all.

The violent power was not the young man's own power, but the energy he temporarily mastered through some means... and this kind of means often caused extremely serious damage to the user himself.

Now the young man is staggering and may fall down at any time.

It shouldn't be difficult to kill him.

Regias felt a little relieved. If he could kill this man, at least he would have an explanation to the repairman.

In fact, Regias's speculation was correct. After using the Dragon God's Descent, Ron did become weak, and the energy in his body was completely consumed, not even a little bit was left.

But compared to the overdraft of the physical body, the torture of the soul is even more painful.

The will of the Dragon God disappeared, the erosion also disappeared, but Ron felt as if his soul was cut into countless small pieces and was stinging. There was blood in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the wounds on his body were constantly oozing with sticky and warm liquid.

Although Ostara's heart was still beating, it was no longer as strong and powerful as before.

Originally, with every beat of his heart, Ron's physical injuries would instantly recover, but now, even the recovery ability of the Heart of Ostara was severely weakened.

There is no way, the Heart of Ostara has also been overdrawn.

If it weren't for the Heart of Ostara constantly repairing Ron's damaged body, he wouldn't even be able to get through the stage of being possessed by the Dragon God.

However, even though his soul and body were in extreme pain, Ron still panted and trembled his fingers as he put a white worm in his palm into the storage ring.

It was the body of Arriaeus.

It is a holy relic made by Ron himself.

Just before, the dragon fist directly hit the soul of the God of Decay and Decay. Although the soul was powerful, it was instantly shattered into pieces.

The will of the God of Decay and Fall was directly destroyed.

While the smoke and dust were everywhere, Ron used the body of Alecius to devour the broken soul of the God of Decay and Decay. Without the will of the god, that was the purest soul power, a great tonic, so Ron would naturally not let it go.

Just such a small action seemed to have exhausted all of Ron's strength. He could no longer support his body and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

Regias had a gloomy face and a fierce, cruel and ferocious look in his eyes.

Although I don’t know why this kid came to the Andre family to cause trouble, but looking at his current condition, he has no chance of survival.

Compared to this kid, Regias even wanted to kill Montelicia. After all, betrayers are more hateful at any time. If it weren't for Montelicia's betrayal, his path to becoming a god would not have been cut off like this.

Soon, just opposite Ron, on the other side of the big pit formed after the altar was destroyed, Regias found Montelicia.

Compared to Ron, Montelicia's situation is slightly better.

She was also seriously injured. Regias could clearly feel that Montelicia's breath was unstable, the energy in her body was chaotic, her originally fair cheeks turned pale, and the ice-white robe on her chest was stained with a spot of scarlet, like a brightly blooming plum blossom.

Obviously, it was caused by vomiting blood.

Her injuries were more serious than those of other ancestors.

After all, it was Montelicia who had been dragging the soul of the God of Decay and Fall, preventing it from leaving. She was closer to the core of the power explosion than the other ancestors.

One is near death.

One is half dead.

Easy to handle.

A cruel smile appeared on Regias's lips. He would kill these people, but before killing them, Regias also wanted to figure out why they did this.

"Boy, do we know each other?" A hoarse voice came from Regias' mouth and slowly floated towards Ron's location.

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)