Chapter 186
Yak knelt on the ground, looking at Lady lying beside him.
She had a large hole cut in her lower abdomen and was now completely paralyzed on the ground.
Even he himself had an arm torn off.
The reasons are both simple and complicated.
The simplicity lies in the lack of any turning point in this matter; the complexity lies in their meaningless resistance.
Judging solely by the outcome, this is the scene before us. The two individuals have been excluded from the battlefield.
"I'm still alive?" Lady opened her eyes and looked at Ark's torn wound.
He didn't know what expression to make. Normally, he should be worried about the fact that the other person had his arm torn off, but now he was lying on the ground, completely unable to move. His whole body had been destroyed by the sudden burst of energy, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Tears silently streamed down her cheeks as she recalled what had just happened, her mind a jumbled mess.
In the moments before she was injured, she used her abilities to directly control the air, creating a vacuum and thousands of wind blades. The earth was also solidified and brought to life, transforming into a colossal monster.
However, his all-out attack only earned him a casual affirmation.
"This guy is pretty safe." He seemed to be praising her, perhaps because she was surprisingly weak, and then with a flick of his finger... he created such a large hole in her body.
The battle strategy he had painstakingly devised was easily countered. Before he could even react, he had already been fatally wounded.
Ark's severed arm was caused by a punch he exchanged with Ark. This usually tough guy could only manage one exchange with Ark before losing an arm.
It wasn't just severed, it was completely pulverized. If I hadn't been quick enough to cut off my upper arm...
It's estimated that the force involved could destroy a person entirely.
They were essentially relegated to the sidelines without offering any help, left only to watch.
"Isn't your power destruction?" Lady asked hesitantly.
Ark can directly destroy anything it touches, even time and space. Yet, when they clashed fists, neither of them was injured.
“His priority is higher than mine, or rather, his conviction is stronger than mine.” Acton paused and said, “This mark is not mine, and I cannot use its full potential.”
“Is that so?” Lady said softly, looking at Ark as he spoke.
Perhaps the only good thing right now is that they are surrounded by holy magic, and being completely immersed in it will prevent their wounds from worsening.
But is this a good thing? I don't know, I'm not sure, I just don't really want to figure it out. Maybe I really shouldn't have followed him around back then. If I had stayed at home, I could have lived a good life on my own.
Suddenly, Lady felt that this wasn't so bad, because Ark was just as powerless as she was.
Before, she was the only one powerless; she was powerless all of a sudden. He would always find a way. Only then would she feel comfortable not being a demon.
Now that they've become the same kind of people, I suddenly feel that this isn't so bad, at least they're all the same.
She had no idea what Ark was thinking. He was capable of anything, and it was certainly beyond her control. Even Benny couldn't fathom what was going on in his head.
It's as if there's another personality inside my body, and after my sister merged with me, she's been making a racket in my mind.
Everyone has secrets; no one wants to be completely exposed to others.
But now is not the time to think about that; a sandstorm is sweeping across the land. The land here has been completely destroyed; now, only desert remains.
She looked at the figure before her, Benny gripping the hilt of her sword, the immense power emanating from its blade. But the other remained completely unaffected, bathed in holy magic as she approached Benny.
The concept that his body was not destroyed left him completely helpless. Ark tried to imbue him with this concept, but he was nearly killed instantly.
The only one truly capable of fighting that guy is Benedictine. On this kind of battlefield, perhaps the Demon King could even participate. It would have to be a Demon King truly imbued with a demonic seal by the Demon God, not someone like Ark who somehow stole a demonic seal from somewhere.
She was stunned, because she didn't know when, Yak had disappeared.
He was left alone, buried in the sand.
Fortunately, the sand was already imbued with the holy power of the enveloping creature, so even direct contact with the wound would not turn it into a useless monster.
Immortal's nose twitched, it looked around, scratched its head, and looked at Benny with some confusion.
"Your boyfriend is missing. Do you know where he went?" He hesitated and said, "I really didn't mean to kill him, so if he dies by accident, don't blame me."
“Who knows? If he really dies here, I think it would be normal,” Benny said, barely able to speak, overwhelmed by weakness and helplessness.
But she still wields immense power, considering herself a saint, an angel, and someone who defends God's glory.
The guy in front of her seemed like a reef in the ocean, and she couldn't hurt him no matter what.
If things continue like this... I... no, I won't lose.
Benny frowned, then bent down and took a deep breath to tense her whole body.
A charge and strike that made no attempt to conceal its intentions.
The weapon in her hand was something that could only be created with pure holy magic, but even so, the excessive amount of holy magic made it a divine artifact that was hard to find anywhere in the world.
Centered on her, the holy magic overflowed and spread, instantly filling the entire enclosed space. The initial roar and sonic boom produced a rumbling thunder.
......
The Arbiter slowly removed the spear from the monster's body and looked around.
This place is completely covered with disgusting monster corpses. Even though they would slowly decompose into magic after death, there is nothing here except for the corpses.
“You’re the only one left.” He slowly turned his head, looking at the slightly unsteady Chrison. “So, what do you think you can do in this ridiculous state?”
Christon did not answer, or rather, could not answer.
He forcibly expanded his magical power limit and accepted the magic seal at the same time.
He became the Demon King, and the burden that the qualitative change placed on his body made him somewhat lost.
His entire body had turned white, except for his black eyes. He had completely lost his spider-like characteristics, standing there looking like a somewhat thin boy. Just a strange-looking person, someone who shouldn't exist in reality.
There was a slight pause, which gives people the illusion that there might be a delay in reality.
By the time they realized it wasn't true, a hole had already appeared above the verdict.
"Okay," he said softly, and the wound began to heal itself at a visible speed.
At this moment, Chrison lay in the distance, black blood dripping onto the ground.
A hole also appeared in his chest, a result of his retaliatory stab. Both attacks struck simultaneously, causing wounds to both.
His wound suddenly disappeared, leaving him hanging there, and even the bloodstains on the ground vanished, as if he had never been injured at all.
The judge looked around, and his expression finally turned serious.
As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be no end; the space appeared infinitely vast. This not-so-wide place seemed to have transformed into a new world.
The spear in his hand moved so fast and smoothly that no one could see the creature's shadow. Only the dense sound of the impacts indicated that every strike hit the monster.
Suddenly, the swing missed, and the inertia created a very brief opening.
But the little spider didn't pounce on it, because hidden in some inexplicable place in that brief opening was a long, thin dagger.
Anyone who dares to take the risk will have their head cut off, and who knows what additional effects that thing might have? Little Spider isn't planning on taking the risk.
He doesn't act purely on instinct; his reaction time has increased several times over, and even the things he does in a very short time are carefully considered.
"It's completely hidden now." The Arbiter looked at the little spider hovering in the air, completely abandoning his underestimation of it.
The spider legs behind him didn't disappear; they were simply retracted into his body.
But when needed, he summons them so quickly that it shouldn't be measured in terms of time.
After an attack, it immediately retracts, reducing its physical size. This lightweight body allows for faster movement, and makes it harder for opponents to wear down its primary combat methods. Even with all four limbs severed, its spider legs still provide considerable damage output.
It's about three meters away. The attack range isn't far, but the main body is that fast, and we're fighting on his home turf, so it's quite troublesome.
Moreover, he had completely absorbed the finger of benevolence, making it an object he could no longer directly command. As long as the opponent was a demon god or a being below sainthood, the judgment was infinitely close to godhood. But he was now somewhere in between, and he could not control his own life and death.
So it's clear that dealing with such a cunning demon king was quite difficult for him.
Moreover, even here, the Benevolent One can use his abilities to reduce his energy consumption to zero.
That bastard is infuriating; I really don't know whose side she's on. It's become such a mess. If she really didn't intend to harm the child, why didn't she just vote to let the child live from the start? That way, she'd have three votes, and they wouldn't have had to pull this stunt.
I can't understand what's going on in that guy's brain.
I really don't know how I should work with this senior colleague. That arrogant and conceited guy is infuriating just looking at him.
“You can reconsider my suggestion,” the adjudicator said softly, slowly drawing circles on the ground with his spear.
It's like sketching on paper with a pen; the moment it merges, countless surrounding elements unfold around it.
In an instant, the previously dark environment was illuminated, and Chris looked around in surprise at the church that had appeared out of nowhere.
The spear in the judge's hand had disappeared, replaced by a slender short sword held tightly in one hand, hanging down.
He stretched his other hand out behind him, clutching an extremely intricate cross.
It was an object made of skulls of different sizes fixed with steel pillars. When it was held tightly in the hand, all the eye sockets lit up with a strange light. They were wailing and pleading. In just an instant, sorrowful repentance echoed throughout the entire church.
This is the true appearance of that spear; it possesses the concept of execution and can do anything the user needs.
“If you are willing to stop here now, I will not pursue your offense,” he continued, then slowly sat down behind him, the skull forming a strange throne behind him, with a huge cross standing atop it. He raised his head, and a huge book fell into his hands.
He holds a short sword in his left hand and a holy tablet in his right, seated on a throne of heads, with a cross standing on scales behind him.
The angelic chanting came from somewhere, and the melodious tolling of bells echoed from the distant horizon.
“Thank you, but I’ve already gone this far, so naturally I have to finish.” The little spider looked at him: “Unless you’re willing to let that child live.”
“I never said I wanted to take that child’s life from the beginning.” He paused, then said somewhat displeased, “All I wanted to say at the time was to find out what kind of ability that child had been given. If it was indeed the type that we could suppress, I didn’t want to be the executioner.”
"On the contrary."
"The Church's obligations are threefold: first, to prevent the resurrection of the demon god; second, to protect human civilization; and third, to continue the severed future. If her existence violates any of these three obligations, I must fulfill my duty." The Arbitrator said, enunciating each word clearly: "This is the duty I have been given to the position of Arbitrator."
"What else is there to say?" Chrisson shook his head with a smile, then slowly bent down.
His muscular body was pierced by bones that protruded from his flesh, forming sharp spikes on his cervical vertebrae and shoulders. Above his head, two twisted, long horns with red markings stood out against the black background. Above his forehead, white bones formed a mask covering his cheeks.
His entire body was as white as a dead person, but black lines appeared on his chest, which gradually turned blood red as they covered his entire body, making him look like a porcelain doll full of cracks.
Spider legs slowly grew out from behind. This time, not only did long, thin, spear-like spider legs grow, but also extra bones, and huge bone wings were unfurled.
Chris broke off one of his spider legs and held it tightly in his hand. Although only one leg was broken, the other three shattered simultaneously. In his hand, he gripped a black spear, over two meters long, with sharp blades all over the shaft. The spearhead was a large, three-edged blade.
The magic mark he received was evolution.
As long as he is willing to bear the consequences, he can continuously transform himself into an even more terrifying being.
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