Above Destiny

Chapter 802 Heroes and Beasts

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A cracking sound rang out from under Ji Jue's hand.

The cracks spread across the hero's body, enveloping his entire form.

Helenir, once again torn apart!

"It's no use."

Darsage sneered, looking down contemptuously at yet another futile resistance.

Amidst the countless fragments, a wisp of silver light quietly sprouted from Ji Jue's fingertips, spreading and instantly reassembling everything that had collapsed.

Has it been restructured?

All I can say is that it seems, maybe, or perhaps.

It looked as if they hadn't read the instructions at all, and had simply forcibly joined together countless parts and fragments, making it completely unrecognizable!
Its ferocious and violent appearance is even more ferocious than before!

boom!
Amidst the siege of ten thousand troops, a deafening roar erupted from the endless, surging tide.

Like a black hole, the fragmented creation pulls at the surrounding debris, soil, and rocks, then reassembles and reconstructs itself. One mechanical arm after another grows out of its body, and a strange long tail extends out from it.

In an instant, right before everyone's eyes, the remains of the dead were completely transformed into a metallic monster that roared loudly.

That was a...

"...Mermaid?!"

Huang Xu stared wide-eyed, speechless with astonishment.

Right beside Ji Jue, the metal monster, with two incredibly irritating little spikes on its head, let out a dog-like meow. Then, it swung its limbs with unbridled joy and charged into the army of heroes born from the dragon's blood, clashing and fighting wantonly.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely pulverized under the chaos of blades and trampling.

But it still had a head in its mouth, and suddenly tightened its grip.

quack!

Grind into powder.

Immediately afterwards, when Ji Jue flicked his finger again, Fei Gong's bare-handed skill allowed the remains to be pieced back together, and the dead mermaid rose up again, perfectly intact.

However, this time... it turned into two!

The two ferocious mermaids opened their mouths and roared, launching another counterattack. Their long tails swept across the water, and their six arms ravaged and tore at the crowd. They cooperated with each other and charged forward recklessly, creating a tiny ripple in the water, which was then swallowed up once again.

Then, Ji Jue raised his hand again.

Countless fragments reassembled, and the mermaids who rose again became six.

Six mermaids formed an array, wielding sharp shards of debris like swords, and clashed with the Dragonblood Army before disintegrating.

Then, twelve mermaids rose from the wreckage.

Right before Dalsaer's eyes, those bizarre metal monsters were multiplying exponentially!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds or even thousands of mermaids rose from the ground and surrounded Ji Jue, confronting the endless tide of dragon blood head-on.

Blood flames flowed and rose endlessly.

The auras of the horde and the madman flowed together, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

"Large group..."

Dalsaer's pupils contracted: "The Way of Domination?"

For a moment, he almost doubted his own eyes and senses.

Holy crap, when did a whole bunch of big shots sneak into the embers?

But then he realized something was wrong; it was merely a resemblance, without any divine response or blessing.

But the aura of the large group in front of them and the blessing of the priest were genuine. Except for the fact that it wasn't a large group, everything else was exactly the same!
If something looks, feels, tastes, and even smells exactly the same, then what's the difference between it and the original?
They've all been copied!
In Ji Jue's hands, the blood-stained wrist emblem on Pan Ying vanished, and then the [microbiome] reappeared!
The sacrificial ceremony begins once again!
"By the Crimson Lord!"

Across the charging army, Ji Jue grinned at Darsae in the shadows and uttered a familiar line: "What a coincidence, we seem to be the same type!"

In his other hand, the Crimson Banner reappeared, and the Celestial Origin Aura soared into the sky!

With the blessing of the Heavenly Origin, the Fungal Sacrifice trembled violently and expanded rapidly. Blood flames surged like a waterfall, soaring into the sky and enveloping every steel monster, completely merging them into one.

As the banners fluttered, the curtain rose once more, the mechanical mandala reappeared, and countless spirits of creation were activated once more.

Production line, start!

Endless silver light descended from the sky, rising from the ground and enveloping the metal monster and countless wreckage, once again collecting, maintaining, and reproducing.

In an instant, the rate at which mechanical mermaids were created began to surge again!
There was no need for Ji Jue's control anymore; as long as he gave the order, the countless fragments would naturally be gathered together and reshaped.

In the midst of battle, even if only a crack appears on its body, it will be completely repaired under the flowing silver light. Unless an individual is completely destroyed to the point of being deemed beyond repair, it will be dismantled and rebuilt. Even if half of its body is burned into molten iron, the mechanical mermaid will be repaired and reborn once again in the next instant!
Convergence, production, maintenance, reconstruction, and dismantling.

Under the combined influence of the three phases, a chilling scene emerged from the rift.

Never before had there been such a bizarre duel. It didn't seem like a fight between two craftsmen, or even between embers and decay. Instead, it resembled a large-scale infighting!
Thousands of troops clashed together, their roars and cries spreading like a tide, countless fragments flying everywhere, and they remained locked in a stalemate.

Looking down from the sky, the mixture of silver and blood-red light resembled a gigantic, endless maw opening up across the rifted land.

Each advance and charge was like the opening and closing of a giant maw; each collision and battle was like wanton chewing, with countless fragments flying out from the giant maw.

[The Mouth of Slaughter]!
In the flow of the essence of carnage and horde, one of the horde's earthly manifestations is revealed in the struggle between two craftsmen.

Similarly, the craftsman, who once commanded countless heroes and was known as the Iron Warlord, gradually darkened his face—those shallow creations, which individually seemed utterly insignificant, actually dared to confront him based on sheer numbers?!
"Trying to teach a fish to swim is utterly ignorant!"

Dalzaar gripped the scepter, its blade shrouded in blood and darkness, and commanded the heroes: "Crush these scum!"

The blood flames of the rampage flowed, growing ever more ferocious with the battle and carnage, converging from countless dragon blood armies and falling upon the heroes.

Under the blessing of the Twilight Realm, the giants rose from the ground, wielding swords and blades, evolving once more, becoming increasingly ferocious amidst the burning black flames and blood fire.

Thunder erupted, and the hero Fabuti, his body wreathed in dazzling lightning, unleashed a torrent that easily incinerated the countless mermaids before him, effortlessly carving a straight path through the dense tide of steel.

Immediately afterwards, Surtur wielded his flame-shaped sword, like a sharp arrow, and thrust it straight toward Ji Jue, breaking through layer by layer and piercing through section by section.

The accumulated legacy of the North Wind reappeared during the war, and the heroic spirits born purely for war easily reversed the situation, advancing with overwhelming force.

No matter how desperately the mermaids rushed forward, they could not stop them even a step.

The dragon's blood roared wildly, growing ever louder.

The moment a hero steps onto the battlefield, the outcome is already decided!
Even though he was shattered, covered in wounds, and death was drawing ever closer, despite being pulled along by countless mermaids, Helenir, wielding his battle axe, still charged forward, his eyes fixed on Ji Jue, who was right in front of him.

He leaped into the air!

Ignoring the mercury spears piercing from all sides, the battle axe in his hand roared and slashed down!

Facing that indifferent face.

Unfortunately, they were just one step away.

The effort was almost in vain.

But it didn't matter. Behind him, even more heroes rushed along the path he had paved, one after another, without any hesitation, launching another attack.

In that instant, Ji Jue reached out his hand once again to the dying Helenir.

click!
Darsage's expression froze for a moment.

With the death of Helenir, his Hero Seed did not return. Instead, under the control of the Ring of Siegfried, it gradually lost its responsiveness!

It's like... it's out of control!
It was snatched from his control by an unseen hand...

"Oh, I see."

Ji Jue nodded, then sighed softly in realization, "I understand!"

At this moment, not only Dalsaer, but even the yellow-bearded man on the sidelines stared wide-eyed, his eyes blazing with fury: You beast, what the hell do you know now?!
Because in Ji Jue's hands, the outline of a seed of heroism was faintly emerging.

The seed that should have returned to the King of Heroes was actually plucked from the body by Ji Jue, who then grasped it in his hand and examined, admired, and played with it at will.

"No wonder something felt off. The details didn't quite match what I'd learned from the master craftsman... So, it's a completely different thing now?"

Ji Jue murmured to himself, the ferocious and mad hero spirit in his hand still resisting and devouring people.

Unfortunately, it no longer possesses the solemnity, openness, and heroic spirit it once had.

It's like a former hero indulging in wine, women, and debauchery, getting lost in day-to-day revelry, and going mad in endless battles.

Unconscious degeneration, unconscious decline, involuntary decay and alienation.

He's completely unrecognizable! How can someone like him be considered a hero in this state?!

"The title of hero is truly unworthy of your current state."

Ji Jue lowered his gaze indifferently, looking down contemptuously at the 'heroes' so close at hand: "Since you've fallen to the level of beasts, then show your claws and fangs in the manner of wild beasts..."

Now, Siegfried's Ring suddenly jolted.

【Herrenil】, out of control!

With the sound of chains breaking, the hero, who had long since fallen into the form of a beast, finally revealed his ferocity!

The Seed of Heroes in Ji Jue's hand disintegrated, and within the converging mercury and iron, layers of sharp scales appeared out of thin air, transforming into a angular, frenzied, and ravenous behemoth!

In the blink of an eye, the reconstruction is complete!
boom!!!
The flaming sword struck the scales and bounced off. Amidst the rising crimson flames, the reborn behemoth slowly turned its head to look at its former companion.

Without the slightest hesitation, his face, already transformed into that of a beast, opened its mouth, inhaled deeply, and exhaled blood flames, roaring loudly as endless black flames surged from its mouth, piercing through Surtur's face.

Then, the giant mouth opened wide and bit the fallen hero in half, chewing him up at will!
It cannot be compared to a dragon; at best, it is nothing more than a hideous and ugly lizard, far from being a hero, but merely a monster that has lost itself.

At this moment, it finally got the look it deserved.

It sounded like wild laughter and shouts, like a thirsty, ravenous cry.

With bared teeth and claws, Helenir lunged back at the returning heroes!

Behind it, Surtur fell apart.

As Ji Jue reached out his hand, a three-headed giant serpent, writhing and twisting, emerged from the iron light amidst the spreading flames, its six metal wings unfurling behind it as it soared into the air!

The second one...

Right before Dalzaar's eyes, the second Seed of Heroes went out of control and transformed into a monster.

"distortion!?"

He blurted out instinctively, his pupils contracting repeatedly: What was happening to the Seed of Heroes at this moment was nothing short of a mutation!

Fighting poison with poison, covering pollution with even stronger pollution, and recreating distortion with a more thorough transformation... After thoroughly understanding the hero's fall from grace, it was merely a slight inducement, and then...

Everything transforms itself!

In the cycle of the Triad Alchemy, all shackles were broken, and he was reborn and recreated as he is now!
"presumptuous!"

He flew into a rage, raised his scepter, and the shadow of the tyrant crashed down like a raging tide, suppressing the counterattacking Helenir. But in the midst of the shadow's entanglement and restraint, the mutated Seed of Heroes no longer obeyed the rule and control of the Ring of Siegfried, and even roared in waves.

Suddenly, it exploded!

boom!!!
Countless fragments flew out amidst the flames, creating a huge crater in the earth.

The shattered Seed of Heroes reappeared in the flames, wisps of silver light extending outwards, pulling at the fragments, and then, it was reborn once more.

Once again, it opened its massive maw towards Dalsaer, causing the Iron Vale's expression to twitch and roar:

"How dare this mere creature turn against its master!"

A soft laugh rang out, coming from afar, so mocking.

"Since you turned them from heroes into depraved beasts, how can you blame them for turning on their so-called 'master' and biting him after breaking free of their shackles?"

Between the steel and the monster, a profile appeared, glancing at him with a contemptuous smile.

When heroes fall to beasts, when armies transform into monsters.

It was difficult to distinguish which side was stagnant decay and which side was still embers.

But right before everyone's eyes, the Crimson Banner fluttered in the wind, the raging tide rose again, and the endless torrent reappeared in Ji Jue's hands.

Quantity against quantity!

No matter how furious Dalsaë was, he launched a counterattack.

The heavens raged, the earth cracked, and countless hands descended from the sky and rose from the ground, futilely ravaging the spreading silver light.

But amidst the resounding roars, the silver tide surged upstream, and countless steel monsters roared excitedly, devouring everything in their path.

Inch by inch, it advanced against the current towards Darsace.

A deafening roar.

Amidst the cries of countless mermaids, the lightning gradually faded, and Fabuti was completely swallowed up, leaving no trace of his body. Then, the instant Ji Jue waved his hand, a vast expanse of purplish-black lightning descended, and the fallen hero once again transformed into a monster, revealing its ferocity.

Under the siege of the monsters, the warlords were caught off guard and unable to defend themselves. Steel was crushed inch by inch in the machinations of the machinery.

A cracking sound rang out.

Cracks appeared on the black scepter in Dalsaë's hands... The shadow of the tyrant trembled and shattered, unable to exert its power under the suppression of the Crimson Banner.

There was no suspense, and no reversal.

From this moment on, the outcome is decided.

All that remains is futile struggle and procrastination.

"Now, who is the one with trivial skills? Who is the one overestimating their abilities?"

Amidst the beasts and monsters, Ji Jue walked forward step by step, his hands behind his back, glancing at the furious and ferocious face with curiosity.

Darság's repeated counterattacks were allowed to continue.

Until he raised the scepter for the last time, there was no response from the Dragonblood Soldiers or the Seeds of Heroes.

A dead silence.

Behind Dalsaë, the phantom of the former sage still stood solemnly. Unfortunately, that solemn face now appeared so empty and blurry, devoid of any former spirit.

It was as if their souls had been stolen.

Rather than a king of heroes, he was more like a corpse, an empty shell, a slave numbly toiling in shackles.

It allowed the tyrannical power of the scepter to wield its influence, without offering any proactive cooperation.

Once everything had settled, there was no further reaction.

She simply gazed at him silently.

Waiting for liberation, waiting for the end, waiting for death.

"A pearl covered in dust, entrusted to the wrong person."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes: "Do those who are obscure and stagnant deserve to be called heroes?"

He said, "Kneel down!"

Then, the weight of the Heavenly Origin suddenly erupted. Under the shadow of the shattered tower, Darssae wailed and roared in vain, his face flushed red, and blood appeared at the corners of his eyes.

No matter how much it struggled, its body bent down inch by inch.

Until, her trembling knees fell to the ground.

Unable to move.

Even the scepter he held dear, which he considered his lifeblood, was pulled away by an invisible force and fell into Ji Jue's hands.

"Disrespecting the king's rule and ignoring the will of heaven, no matter how much fireflies flutter about, they are nothing but an ugly spectacle... It's time to stop."

Ji Jue looked down indifferently, watching the scepter in his hand shatter inch by inch, turning to ashes.

Amidst the scattered illusory light, only a golden ring emerged from the dust, so dim and devoid of its former mystique, before falling into Ji Jue's hands.

"Beheading."

He delivered the final verdict.

Then, Pan Ying howled and vanished in a flash, blood gushing out, and Darsar's head flew up and landed at Ji Jue's feet.

As his body turned to ashes, his distorted, convulsing face remained forever frozen in the mercury.

And so, after being carefully prepared, it was hung beside the remains of the worker in front of everyone, as if on display, for the gaze of those outside the rift to observe.

"...a worthless piece of trash!"

Ji Jue raised his head and glanced at You Suo once more, staring at the turbulent rainbow light, as if he were looking at the changing faces behind the rainbow light.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

He said, "Next."

(End of this chapter)