radicalducati Chapter 556 Hunting
Chapter 556 Hunting
Xiao Wu also reacted, her voice trembling, "Third brother, will your clone..."
The God of Destruction admired their horrified expressions. "Your half should be in the Far North right now, right? What are you doing in the Far North?"
Tang San used his own strength to break free from the priest's control: "Destruction! You dare?!" For the first time, real fear flashed in his eyes. That clone had his darkest plan. If the God of Destruction found out...
"Why wouldn't I dare?" The God of Destruction sneered, "Isn't it great to reunite you and your daughter?"
The underworld, the Arctic ice field.
Tang San stood quietly in the blizzard, his face hidden under the hood covered with hideous blood-red magic patterns. He had just left the Demon Forest, which was already a ruin. The Holy Spirit Church headquarters was completely destroyed, and even the Rakshasa Demon Scythe he had given was nowhere to be found.
Damn it! Tang San clenched his fists. That was Luosha God's life artifact. Luosha God was at least a first-level god. How bad could her artifact be?
Thinking back to the past, he had crushed the throne of the Angel God into pieces, turning it into nutrients to nourish the Sea God. Although the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was damaged, the evil source contained in it was of great benefit to the cultivation of the Holy Spirit Church, but now this trophy has disappeared.
He followed the marks left on the magic sickle all the way to the northern border, but stopped outside Dragon City.
The blood-colored magic pattern twisted on Tang San's face. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he did not dare to step into this city that had almost no walls like Mingdu.
With no other choice, he could only drag his broken body to the depths of the far north. As long as he could devour a few more hundred thousand year old soul beasts, or even ferocious beasts...
He licked his cracked lips, and the hideous blood-colored magic pattern on his face twisted. The most abundant thing in the Far North is powerful soul beasts, which are enough for him to recover some of his strength, but more importantly, the coordinates of the Douluo plane have been sent out.
Thinking of this, a hint of madness flashed in his bloodshot eyes. When escaping from the divine realm, he quietly released a special divine coordinate into the depths of the universe, which was designed specifically for a certain abyssal plane that was wandering in the universe and evolving by constantly devouring plane energy.
He raised his head and looked towards the gloomy sky. Although doing so would definitely cause the energy fluctuations to be captured by the God Realm Center, as long as he moved fast enough, he would be able to convince the ruler of the Abyss Plane to join forces with him.
According to his observation, the ruler of the abyss plane already has the strength of a first-level god, but he does not have a godhood. However, this is more than enough to deal with the dragon.
The divine cores of the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King were his real goal. As long as he could seize the power of these two dragon god clones, even if the God of Destruction and other gods joined forces, they would not be his opponent!
However, the coordinate signal he released fell on deaf ears, and the Abyss Plane did not respond. What arrived earlier than expected was a figure that made the Far North wind and snow pause.
The girl came riding a strange horse through the snow, her short hair not a hair messy in the cold wind.
Her short hair was no longer the pale blue color she remembered, but from the roots, it gradually transitioned from soft pale blue to deep dark purple. The purple at the ends of her hair was the most intense, emitting a chilly luster in the cold wind of the Far North.
What frightened him most was her eyes. Deep within those pink-blue pupils that were once as clear as lake water was now floating a strange purple-black halo. The halo was like ripples in the abyss, sometimes shrinking, sometimes expanding, as if the flames of destruction were forcibly imprisoned in the gentle lake blue, forming a balance that made him uneasy.
Tang San inexplicably felt like he had been cheated on. Although he could confirm that this was his biological daughter based on that faint trace of blood, she was marked for destruction.
The four hooves of the pitch-black warhorse were burning with purple-black flames. The most eye-catching thing was the dark golden diamond-shaped gem on its forehead. The surging destructive energy in it made Tang San feel frightened.
Wang Dong held a strangely shaped half-hand sword in his hand. On the silver-white and crimson-red sword, a purple-red halo of destruction flowed like water. The hilt was wrapped in silver-white dragon scale patterns, and the dark red crystal at the end emitted an ominous glow.
Destruction actually gave her such a magical weapon? !
Tang San clenched the Shura Demon Sword, and the blood-colored demonic patterns on his face twisted uneasily. He was too familiar with this kind of power, the breath of destruction was everywhere. Wang Dong not only inherited the position of the Butterfly God, but was also given a trace of the original power by the God of Destruction.
"Xiao Qi..." He tried to shake her by addressing her as he used to, but stopped abruptly when he saw the flames of destruction dancing in her eyes.
"Shut up! Your blood and everything about you disgust me!"
Before she finished speaking, Wang Dong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the purple-black circle of light instantly expanded, almost swallowing up all the pink-blue. The silver-red long sword in her hand burst out with a dazzling fierce light, and the ice and snow where the sword pointed instantly vaporized.
Tang San's face suddenly twisted, and the blood-colored magic pattern on his face was madly wriggling like a living thing. He stared at Wang Dong, his eyes surging with uncontrollable rage and unwillingness.
Everything she has is given by me!
The Shura Demon Sword sensed his emotions, and hideous blood-red lines appeared on the sword. The veins on his hand holding the sword bulged from the force, and his voice was terribly hoarse:
"Do you think this power is your chance? If I hadn't destroyed your Clear Sky Hammer and broken the wings of the Light Goddess Butterfly, how could you be where you are today?"
The cold wind from the far north froze at this moment, and even the falling snowflakes stopped in the air. The purple-black light in Wang Dong's eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, just like the pupil of a dragon.
"Without going through the storm, how can you see the rainbow?" Tang San's voice echoed across the ice field, "You should thank me for cultivating you!"
"Thank you?" The long sword in Wang Dong's hand made a humming sound like a dragon's roar, but her voice was terribly soft. "Then I will thank you right now!"
The moment the last word fell, the purple-red halo on the sword's edge surged. Wang Dong's figure turned into a residual shadow, and the long sword pierced Tang San's throat with the power of destroying everything. At the same time, the still snowflakes suddenly all turned purple-black, like thousands of sharp blades strangling Tang San.
Tang San hastily raised his sword to block, and when the two swords collided, he saw that Wang Dong's eyes were burning with deep hatred for him.
“Rebellious girl!” Tang San shouted, his Shura power bursting out at full force, “Today I will let you know that in front of the Divine King, everything you do is like a moth flying into a flame, meaningless!”
The blood-red sword light and the purple-black flame of destruction collided violently on the Arctic ice field, and the entire ice field trembled under this force.
On the Arctic ice field, the purple-black flames of destruction collided fiercely with the scarlet power of Shura, and the whole world was shaking in the clash of the two powers. Tang San held the Shura Demon Sword in his hand, and the blood-colored magic pattern on his face twisted and squirmed with every swing of the sword, but he became more and more frightened as the battle went on.
How come her swordsmanship is so exquisite?
The Shura Sword collided with the Rebellion Sword once again. In the harsh metal trembling, Tang San suddenly realized a terrible fact. He had never really mastered swordsmanship. Since inheriting the Shura God position, his so-called "swordsmanship" was nothing more than relying on the Shura Sword's own magical skills. Those gorgeous blood-colored sword beams were the power of the artifact, not his skills.
And every time Wang Dong slashed, it was terribly accurate. Every sword was aimed at killing him. The purple-black flame flowed with the sword, leaving inextinguishable flame marks on the snow. He could only rely on the instant sword skills of the Shura Sword to suppress her.
This realization shocked Tang San's heart. What was even more ironic was that if he fought only with sword skills, he would be hacked to death in just a few moves at Wang Dong's hands. After all, what he had relied on over the years were only the moves bestowed by the Shura God.
But the super artifact was still too advanced after all. At the moment when Wang Dong was repelled by the surging sword light, a brilliant golden light suddenly tore through the sky. The light was sacred and cold, and even the raging blizzard froze wherever it passed.
Wang Dong was stunned, the warhorse trotting its front hooves uneasily, the purple-black flame of destruction surging around it. She looked up at the golden light, looking a little surprised, while Tang San's face changed drastically.
The golden light faded, and a tall figure stood in the air. The man was wearing golden divine armor with ancient magic patterns flowing on it. His face was handsome and cold, and his aqua blue eyes did not contain any vitality, only pure killing intent.
The god of death, Hypros.
How long has it been since they met again? To be honest, the God of Death didn't want to see Tang San at all. Seeing him would mean that the leader of the Law Enforcement Gods would break the law knowingly, and all the Law Enforcement Gods would be ashamed because of this.
“Tang San.” The voice of the God of Death, Hypnos, was like the perpetual ice of the Far North, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Tang San, “Why don’t you surrender? Follow me back to the God Realm and wait for the committee’s decision.”
As his voice fell, the space around him cracked one after another, and several figures stepped out from the divine light. All the law enforcers from the divine world descended and surrounded Tang San.
Tang San's expression changed completely.
He was supposed to be the leader of the gods of law enforcement, the one who maintained order in the divine world, but now he had become a hunted sinner.
"Hyprous." Tang San forced himself to remain calm, holding the Shura Demon Sword in front of him, "Do you really want to be my enemy?"
"You are still stubborn! Then accept your death!" Anyway, the God of Destruction didn't say he wanted you alive, so it's better to execute you on the spot than to bring you back and embarrass all the law enforcement gods.
Facing the God of Killing and a group of Gods of Law Enforcement, Tang San's blood-red magic pattern on his face twisted into a ferocious arc. He suddenly raised the Shura Demon Sword, and the scarlet magic pattern on the sword suddenly lit up: "Hyprous! As a God of Law Enforcement, how dare you attack the God King? I am the God King who controls the order of the God Realm!"
Having said that, Tang San felt very nervous. Although those who came were second-level gods or even celestial hunters, he was not a supreme god king like the Dragon God who could kill a god king with a slap. It was really possible that half of his body would be beaten to death by this group of law enforcement gods.
Wang Dong pointed the long sword in his hand directly at Tang San: "Leave him to me."
The God of Death ignored her and raised his weapons at the same time as the other gods of law enforcement. The bright light of divine punishment intertwined into a dragnet in the sky above the Far North.
The Shura Demon Sword in Tang San's hand burst out with a torrent of blood, and the magic patterns on his face began to ooze blood, "Let's see who judges who today!" In this instant, Tang San seized the opportunity, using the Shura position to suppress the God of Law Enforcement, and the Shura Demon Sword went straight for the throat of the God of Death.
"Be careful!" Wang Dong shouted subconsciously, and the Sword of Rebellion had already been slashed out, and the sword light collided with the blood-red magic sword with a loud bang.
The God of Death glanced back at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his cold eyes. The terrifying shock wave blew away all the ice within a radius of 100 miles, and even the law enforcement gods had to temporarily avoid the edge.
Wang Dong suddenly leaped into the air, and a dazzling light burst out from her body. In the dazzling light, her figure began to undergo an amazing transformation, and the flames of destruction entangled her like a living thing. In an instant, a ferocious and beautiful butterfly creature descended into the world. Its body was slender and sharp, and each purple-black dragon scale was as sharp as a blade, with a piercing cold light on the edge. Blue-gold veins of light penetrated its body like lightning, outlining sacred and dangerous patterns on the dark scales.
The head was as sharp as a spear, with two purple-gold dragon horns pointing obliquely to the sky, and the tips of the horns burning with an unquenchable flame of destruction. In the narrow compound eyes, purple flames and golden-blue light intertwined and flowed, coldly locking onto Tang San below. The purple-gold dragon spine spurs on the back were like sharp swords unsheathed, trembling slightly with each breath.
The most shocking thing was the pair of dragon wings. The wing bones were as flamboyant as fine steel, and the wing membranes were made entirely of the beating flames of destruction. The flames quickly transitioned from the blue-gold wing roots to purple-gold, and the edges were as smooth as a divine weapon. Every flap left tiny cracks in the air. The tail was as slender as a spear, and the dark purple fireball condensed at the end emitted a frightening fluctuation.
“Is this the power that destruction gives you?!” Tang San looked up at the perfect creature of destruction in the sky. The God of Destruction really knew how to destroy his heart. First he threatened him with his unborn son, and now he used his abandoned daughter to deal with him.
Wang Dong did not answer, but slowly raised his front paw. In an instant, the flames of destruction on the wing membrane all flowed to the claw tip, condensing into a long sword that seemed real and unreal. The sword body was completely composed of flames interwoven with blue gold and purple black, but it exuded a cold metallic luster.
The god of death, Hypnos, raised his hand to stop the gods of law enforcement who wanted to come forward to help, and ordered them to wait for the opportunity.
Wang Dong had already dived down, and the blue-gold light on the edge of the wing membrane drew a brilliant light streak in the wind and snow. Tang San instinctively raised the Shura Demon Sword, and the sword light turned into a blood-colored barrier that instantly formed in front of him.
However, the expected collision did not happen. Wang Dong's dive trajectory shifted strangely at the last moment, and the sword blade bypassed the block at a tricky angle. Tang San hurriedly turned sideways, and the sword edge rubbed his cheek, leaving a deep scar that could be seen to the bone. Before the divine blood could drip, it was evaporated by the flame of destruction wrapped around the sword.
"Ugh!" Tang San let out a painful roar, the blood-colored magic patterns on his face twisted wildly to resist the erosion of the destructive force. He touched his cheek in disbelief, his fingertips were covered with purple-black flames mixed with divine blood.
The flame of destruction on Wang Dongyi's membrane slowly subsided, and Tang San's embarrassed figure was reflected in his compound eyes.
The wound on Tang San's face could not heal for the time being, and the flames of destruction moved through his flesh and blood like a living thing. What frightened him even more was the battle intuition that Wang Dong had just displayed, which was by no means a realm that could be achieved simply by relying on divine power, but a killing instinct that could only be obtained after countless life and death trials.
Damn it! Who taught her to use a sword?