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Chapter 712 Dark Night God Realm
"what!"

"Ping ping pong pong!"

"Ha ha."

Japar gasped for breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Beneath his feet were silver teardrops that were slowly turning into smoke and dissipating.

Watching a creature that looked exactly like him gradually turn to ashes and die was a novel experience, especially since the silver teardrop was imitating a version that was not wearing any equipment and only had a tattered rag. But he didn't want that feeling at all right now.

The silver teardrop that had transformed into his own likeness was even more troublesome than he had anticipated.

Each of them possesses the same strength as the Silver Tear that attacked them at the entrance to Nokron, but back then he had Leon and the others by his side to divert their firepower. Now, that's not possible; these two Silver Tear are completely mimicking everything he does.

Appearance, abilities, weapons.
Just now, Japal really felt a sense of oppression, as if he were fighting two versions of himself at the same time.

If the person imitated by the silver teardrop hadn't been wearing no armor, lacked the mental capacity to flexibly employ various tactics, and had a body that was more fragile than a normal person, allowing him to seize the opportunity to unleash a fierce combat technique covering hundreds of meters around and wipe out the enemy's health bar in one go...

He'll definitely have a tough time in this battle.

The Imitation Teardrops are products researched by the inhabitants of the Eternal City in their quest to create their own king. Although numerous, they are unremarkable in appearance.

However, their strength is quite formidable, and for the inhabitants of the Eternal City, the android teardrops are their secret weapon.

Unfortunately, it seems that they did not have time to throw more bio-tears into the battlefield before their city sank into the ground, leaving behind many teardrops.

Japal is currently slightly weakened due to the rapid use of powerful combat techniques and needs to catch his breath to recover.

"My strength is now vastly different from what it used to be, so why can those silver teardrops still imitate me?"

Clearly, no matter how much other monsters with the ability to imitate try, they could never make themselves stronger than the object they imitate. Otherwise, monsters with the ability to imitate would be the strongest race in the world, able to imitate hundreds of sword saints, spear saints, archer saints, and so on.

Japal is puzzled.

Since his strength grew and he experienced a second spring in the Sien Dungeon, he hadn't encountered a monster that could give him a hard time for a long time.

"It's so evil."

He sprinkled some repair powder on the weapon and walked forward along the edge of the building where one wrong step would send him plummeting.

Take two steps, jump once, take two more steps, climb to a new platform, and then...
"Puff puff--"

The three silver teardrops blocking the way transformed simultaneously the moment they saw Japal.

As Japar watched the three "selves" gradually take shape in the mist, his eyelids twitched with anger. He unleashed his full power at an extremely fast speed, rushing directly to the three silver teardrops without even blinking.

"【Slash Domain】!"

Unleash the ultimate move at its maximum power all at once!

Before the silver teardrop could even complete its transformation, encountering such a powerful skill could only end in one way: death!
Their newly formed blades tried to block the dazzling sword light, but after a few clanging sounds, there was no more movement. The smoke dissipated, and everywhere was covered with the unidentified liquid left by silver teardrops. Japar was still standing there, leaning on his sword, panting heavily.

"That's it, right?"

A few minutes later.

"Pfft!"

As the two silver teardrops reappeared before him, Japar's mouth muscles and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"【Slash Domain】!"

Another few minutes passed.

"Puff puff!"

"【Slash Domain】!!!"

We walked for a while longer.

"Puff puff puff!"

"Slash! [Slash Domain]!"

Feeling increasingly exhausted, Japal sprawled out on the spot after eliminating the silver teardrop blocking his path, his chest heaving violently. It felt like he'd unleashed a series of powerful attacks; he was completely drained.

He was not injured and his body appeared intact, but his internal fighting spirit was severely depleted.

He no longer wanted to discuss whether it was reasonable for him to unleash his ultimate move so frequently; he only knew that if he didn't do it this way, he would be dragged into an endless tug-of-war by the Imitation Tear.

"How many of these damn things are there?"

a lot of.

Who knows how many the inhabitants of the Eternal City originally produced, or what the maximum number of monsters Gong Qiying set for the automatic restocking of the dungeon was?

Until the upper limit is clear, let's treat it as a bunch of elite monsters that reappear after each Blessing Rest.

Now, Japar feels nauseous whenever he sees silver liquid.

As the old saying goes, a person's greatest opponent is themselves. Even if you can't win the battle against yourself, you can still gain a lot of inspiration from it.

That makes sense; seriously battling your own clone can indeed hone your martial arts skills.

However, if one's own clone is proficient in the eighteen running styles of the Soul Five and Six Arts Marathon and the advanced throwing technique of the dung pot.
Spending time fighting yourself is no longer about honing your martial arts skills; it's about testing your blood pressure.

Although Japal rarely uses the aforementioned tactics in battle, he is aware of them, and the Japal clone created by Silver Tear has also learned them.

After exchanging blows with only two Silver Teardrops, Japal made a conclusion in his mind.

If I were to turn into a monster, I would definitely be considered the ultimate dung by adventurers.

So even though he occasionally showed a Shura-like fervor for battle, he couldn't help but be entangled by the silver teardrops and had to use a powerful move with enough damage to clear the field before the opponent could complete their transformation.

He finally understood how to conquer this haunted, underworld-like area.

He would bring along adventurers who were weak enough, at least weaker than himself, and have the Silver Tear imitate even more of them, then effortlessly eliminate them himself.

In other regions, the stronger the adventurers, the better to team up. But here, it's become a situation where you have to team up with the weak.

Isn't this a kind of subversion of conventions?

Some consolation for Japal is that the Silver Tear gave a fairly large number of runes, much more than the currently recognized most valuable Giant Guardian. Of course, this may also be related to the fact that the Japal they imitated was stronger.

The drop rate for the [Teardrop Remains] is really high. He has already collected seven or eight so far, but unfortunately he hasn't used any of them yet. In addition, it also drops some materials such as empty teardrop shells.

In addition, Japar also obtained something strange.

The returned half of the king became the Eternal King, ruling over a city long since deserted.

After the silver teardrop died, something resembling a fragment of a stone tablet fell out from its dissolved body. It was inscribed with magical script that seemed like a riddle to it.

He couldn't understand the words inscribed on the other stone tablets, but he understood this one sentence.

"Doesn't that mean the big boss of this place is that Eternal King?"

He has been in the Sien Dungeon for quite a while and knows the dungeon's ways inside and out!
The narrative is fragmented, hiding information in the corners of the map and repeatedly mentioning certain obscure and impressive terms.
Then the person or creature that is repeatedly mentioned must hold a very high position in this area!
Just like how the Catacombs of Carthus repeatedly mention Overlord Wolnir, and the final boss really was Wolnir.

Japal is now certain that the leader of the Dark Realm is none other than the Eternal King!
The title sounds impressive, but to Japal, who had been exposed to many incomprehensible and impressive terms from the Sien Dungeon, the title of "Eternal King" wasn't that terrifying!
After all, even Grik has a name that sounds incredibly sophisticated, like "Golden King."

Before witnessing the Eternal King's power firsthand, he would never make hasty conclusions or blindly regard him as a powerful being.

Having spent so much time in the Sien Dungeon, he has developed a new way of thinking.

"Damn it, are there no other monsters in this godforsaken place?"

Feeling that he had recovered somewhat, Japar stood up again and walked towards the temple, which was not far away.

He hadn't gone far when another silver teardrop blocked his way. He couldn't help but sigh and drew his sword, feeling speechless.

But as the smoke rose, the silver teardrop within it transformed into a figure he had never seen before.

(End of this chapter)