The Monster is Coming

Chapter 405 Crowned Emperor, Blood Debts Paying Off

Spirit City.

The sky was illuminated by a sudden burst of pale and blood-red light in the distance, which then vanished just as quickly.

Even though they were far apart, every member of the Spirit Breath Clan in the city felt a sudden jolt in their heart.

Not long after, the war priest announced the bombshell news to all the people of Lingxi: the soul lamps of the seven thrones had been extinguished... and they had perished.

The news struck like a thunderbolt, instantly reverberating in the hearts of every citizen of the Spirit Realm.

Shock, disbelief, grief... a tidal wave of emotions swept through the entire Spirit Breath City.

To the people of the city, the seven kings were like a living epic of the Spirit Breath Clan.

Their growth spans the entire history of the Spirit Breath Clan, from its humble beginnings to its rise to power.

In the early days when the world was in dire straits due to resource depletion, they led their people to tear apart the world's barriers and usher in an era of cross-border plunder.

In countless fierce wars, they were the ones who paved the way for their people and overcame numerous difficulties.

They were pioneers who led the development of life parasitism technology and laid the foundation for the "memory capsule" model for the development of the Spirit Breath Clan.

They went on to create a super beast legion that swept across multiple small worlds, setting a clear future growth direction for the Spirit Breath Clan's war system.

They are the eternal leaders in the eyes of the Spirit Breath people, and the embodiment of the Spirit Breath people's indomitable will to overcome adversity.

The path they walked is the history of the Spirit Breath Clan.

Now, the epic chapter has come to a resounding close.

This news even left many members of the Spirit Breath Clan bewildered.

Even when they descended into the monster world and knew the road ahead was fraught with difficulties, the members of the Spirit Breath Clan had never felt so helpless.

Because all the tribesmen believed that no matter how difficult the road ahead, the eight thrones would shelter the tribe from the wind and rain and pave the way.

But at the moment.

The seven colossal pillars that had always supported the spiritual sky and shielded their countless people from all storms collapsed with a deafening roar.

At noon that day, the entire city was dressed in mourning.

Under the auspices of the war priests, an unprecedentedly grand funeral for a hero was held in the central square of Spiritbreath City.

A suffocating sense of grief filled the square; suppressed sobs and uncontrollable wails intertwined, creating a sea of ​​mournful cries.

The Spirit Breath Clan and the Dragon Wing Clan have completely different views on life and death.

Dragon Wing views the death of an individual as a relay and a legacy, where the flesh and soul of the deceased will transform into rain and dew that nourish the homeland, which is also another form of protection and rebirth.

Therefore, although the funeral was solemn, it was more like an inspirational ceremony.

The Spirit Breath race's understanding of death is far more somber and cruel.

This stems from their early parasitic and predatory way of life, where death, in the eyes of the Spirit Breath Clan, means complete consumption and oblivion.

The memory capsule mode has granted many Spirit Breath beings near-immortality.

The passing of each important member of my life brings excruciating pain.

This funeral was not only a mourning for seven leaders, but also a forced end to an era.

And the unknown fears that follow.

At this moment, seven coffins formed from pure energy floated in the air, each corresponding to one of the seven thrones.

Surging soul mist, immortal skeletons, magnificent fungal clusters, decaying corrosive gas... Inside the coffin are the clothes once worn by the seven kings.

Countless members of the Spirit Breath Clan arrived, silently gathering around the plaza like a black tide.

Their faces bore sorrow, filled with bewilderment and immense loss after the collapse of their pillar of faith.

The leading war priest, dressed in a jet-black robe, spoke a mournful voice that pierced the heavens and echoed in every corner of the city:
"Today, we are here to bid farewell to the seven thrones, and also to bid farewell to an era, to bid farewell to seven immortal epics that have been intertwined with the fate of our Spirit Breath Clan for thousands of years."

"They were born when spiritual energy was scarce, rose to prominence in an era of interdimensional warfare, led our people to traverse countless planes, and carved out a path to survival for our race when resources were exhausted..."

"Their names are already inseparable from the glory of the Spirit Breath Clan."

"Now, the former king has burned his last light for the future of the people... This is a magnificent fall, and the most sublime sacrifice..."

As the war ritual unfolded, all the members of the Spirit Breath tribe, regardless of their branch, slowly bowed their heads and placed their right hands on their chests.

A surge of life energy emanated from their bodies, paying homage to the seven fallen thrones.

Life energy, like billions of green fireflies, slowly rose into the air, converging into a vast sea of ​​energy light that gently surrounded the seven energy coffins.

"The throne...is returned!"

"O soul... protect my spirit in future generations."

The war priest raised his arms and gave his final cry.

The next moment, seven energy coffins, carrying the robes of the seven thrones, moved amidst a cluster of billions of green light points.

Instead of flying towards the Heroes' Tomb, they slowly sank into the pool of spirits built for them in the center of the square.

The pool water is a highly condensed liquid of life energy, enveloping the last traces of the seven thrones. Afterward, it merged into the earth veins of Spirit Breath City, truly becoming one with the race they had guarded their entire lives.

The coffin sank to the bottom, and the surface of the pool returned to calm.

Only the grief that permeated the entire city continued to surge.

Because, an era has come to an end.

At this moment, atop a towering building far from the square.

The little mage, now known as the Blood King, stood silently.

His crimson robes billowed in the wind as he looked down at the Spirit Clan below, which surged like a black tide, his gaze finally settling on the gradually calming Pool of Heroic Spirits.

My emotions are churning inside, complex and hard to describe.

As a player, his initial mindset was the same as other players: he viewed everything as data.

View all beings in the monster world as NPCs.

In his initial plan, the seven ancient thrones of the Spirit Breath Clan were obstacles from the old era that needed to be gradually consolidated and eventually eliminated.

During this time, he calculated their value and weighed their threats.

But in a year and a half, he ruled over eight million people and gained deep access to the seven thrones.

They discovered that these data were not cold, hard data at all; they each possessed their own pride, stubbornness, and even feelings for their ethnic group.

They may argue in meetings and haggle over the interests of their respective factions, but when the group faces a real crisis, they will step forward without hesitation.

After spending a long time with them, it has long forgotten its own role as one of the Seven Kings NPCs, and now sees them as vibrant beings who uphold their own beliefs.

During this period, the seven kings trusted this "outsider" and entrusted the future of their people to him.

Even before he had fully taken control of the situation, he tacitly approved many of his radical reforms.

This trust weighed heavily on his heart at that moment.

Their sacrifice, seemingly intended to deter the Gogong tribe, was actually for the future of the Lingxi tribe.

Choose the most heroic way to clear away the obstacles to unification for him.

At the same time, this heavy responsibility and unconditional trust were placed squarely on his shoulders.

The little mage slowly closed his eyes, and fragmented images flashed through his mind of arguing, cooperating, and planning the future of the Spirit Breath Clan with the seven kings.

When I opened my eyes again, I suppressed my complex emotions.

Grief belongs to the people of the Spirits, and he, as their sole leader thereafter... has no time to wallow in sorrow.

He turned and left the edge of the tower, his crimson figure disappearing into the shadows.

With the fall of the Seven Kings, he will now walk alone on the path to the rise of the Spirit Breath Clan.

……

That night.

The Spirit Breath Council Hall.

The somber atmosphere did not dissipate with the daytime funeral; instead, it became even more stagnant.

All the war priests of the Spirit Breath Clan stood silently on both sides of the hall at this moment.

In the center of the hall, the seats that originally belonged to the eight kings were now empty.

Only one figure sat upright in the main seat.

It was the little mage dressed in crimson robes, and also the commander in the eyes of the Spirit Breath people: the Blood King.

His face was calm, his gaze was lowered, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

The leading "War High Priest" took a deep breath, stepped forward, and held an ancient scroll formed from condensed energy in his hands.

His voice echoed clearly in the quiet hall:

"Read the final decrees of the seven thrones!"

All the war priests suddenly looked up, their eyes fixed on the scroll.

The high priest of war slowly unfurled the scroll, revealing the collective imprint of consciousness left by the seven thrones.

"We seven are determined to use our old bodies as fuel to clear the thorns from the road ahead for our people and burn our last ray of light."

"From this moment forward, the eight spiritual meridians will stand together, and the old system will come to an end."

"All authority, all faith... all belong to the Blood King."

The war priest's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable resolve:

"He is promoted to Blood King, the supreme and sole ruler of the Spirit Breath Clan, who governs the Spirit Breath people, holds the power of life and death, and determines rise and fall."

"His title is..." The war priest paused for a moment, then roared out the Blood King's new title with all his might:
"Blood Emperor!"

The sound waves exploded in the hall, impacting the hearts of every war priest.

This is an unprecedentedly high title in the history of the Spirit Breath Clan.

This means that there will no longer be an Eighth Prince Council, and the title of Blood Emperor symbolizes power that is above all else.

This is the new era leader chosen by the Seven Kings with their last will for the Spirit Breath Clan.

After a brief silence.

All the war priests, regardless of which lineage they belonged to before, knelt on one knee at this moment, their right fists pounding heavily against their left chests, producing a uniform, dull thud.

They bowed their heads and, in the most resounding voices, offered their unquestionable loyalty and oath to the crimson figure on the throne:
"I am willing to serve His Majesty the Blood Emperor and annihilate all enemies."

"May the Spirit Breath Clan live on in glory under your guidance."

The sound waves surged like a tide, seemingly trying to dispel the grief in my heart and inject a new force.

The little mage slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept over the kneeling war priests below, across the empty hall, and finally seemed to penetrate the walls, reaching the seven figures that had already vanished.

He didn't speak.

The meaning that the Seven Kings wanted to express was already very clear.

On this night, a new era for the Spirit Breath Clan, under his leadership, officially began.

The old chapters have sunk into the pool of heroes along with the seven kings, and a new epic will be written by him alone.

……

after one day.

The war priest appeared outside the royal court, respectfully holding a memory stone with faint fluctuations of soul power in his hands.

"Your Majesty, while cleaning up the Soul King's relics, we discovered an information stone left for you by His Majesty the Soul King."

The little mage was surprised, then silently accepted the cold stone and waved for the war priest to leave.

Looking down at the pale blue memory stone, he infused a wisp of blood and energy into the imprinted area.

Instantly, a mental ripple spread out, and the Soul King's familiar voice rang directly in his mind.

"Blood King, by the time you hear this message, we seven old fellows must have already carried out the final plan, clearing away the last obstacles within your clan and buying you time to deal with the external crisis."

"To be honest, I, and even the other old guys, have always had a huge doubt in our hearts... Are you really the Blood King we know? Although you have the Blood King's memories, your way of thinking, the abilities you possess, and the special channels you can exchange for resources are all things that the Blood King we know could not reach."

“We even privately speculated that you might have been possessed by some kind of alien life form, similar to the memory capsule of our race, and become a container for some kind of consciousness… This conjecture once sent chills down our spines.”

The Soul King's words revealed helplessness; his voice paused for a moment, then softened with a hint of relief:
"But the longer we observe, the more we realize that every decision you make, no matter how bizarre it may seem, ultimately points to the practical development of the Spirit Breath Clan. The changes you bring are a vision that we have pursued for thousands of years without being able to achieve, opening up a path for the Spirit Breath Clan to quickly become stronger through the exchange of resources."

"Therefore, regardless of the process, we choose to believe in the result rather than continue to guess whether you are or not."

"This is also why we made our final choice: to pave the way for you with our remaining bodies... This is the last contribution we, as former leaders, can make to our people... As warriors, rather than silently decaying in the tide of progress, we would rather freeze the last moments of our lives in the most glorious burning, so that future generations will remember our courage."

The Soul King's voice carried a resolute determination, as if this was not a tragic choice, but rather a journey to a glorious preordained agreement.

"Blood King, the road ahead is destined to be difficult. Although the internal divisions have been resolved, the powerful enemies from the outside world will not disappear. The Spirit Breath Clan is now in your hands. I hope you will cherish it."

Finally, the Soul King's voice suddenly became low, even carrying a hint of pleading:

“If…if our initial guess is true, and you are not the Blood King, but merely a parasite on the Spirit Breath Clan for some benefit, I beg you…when you have completed your mission, or when the Spirit Breath Clan is no longer of any use to you, please consider our sacrifice today to pave the way for you, consider the eight million people who trust you and follow you…”

"Leave a spark for the Spirit Breath Clan to continue, not for glory, but simply for survival."

The Soul King's voice vanished completely, and the memory stone shattered into powder, slipping from between his fingers.

This also foreshadows the complete disappearance of this suspicious message.

The little mage stood still, his face expressionless.

The Soul King's words contained multiple layers of meaning.

We think there's something wrong with you, and we suspect you might be an imposter.

If that's the case, we accept it, because you can lead the Spirit Breath Clan to continue, and even become stronger.

Our deaths clear the way for your rule over the Spirit Breath Clan.

And at the end of this message was the Soul King's humble request.

It hopes that if one day he wants to discard the Spirit Breath Clan after squeezing them dry, he can leave them a way to survive and continue the flame of civilization.

To place the survival of a people on a possible act of pity is undoubtedly a naive act.

The Soul King clearly understood this: in this monster world where the strong prey on the weak, compassion is the cheapest and most unreliable thing.

But the Soul King knew better than anyone that they had no other choice.

This is the best outcome it could secure for the Spirit Breath Clan.

They prayed that if he truly intended to harm the Spirit Breath Clan, he would leave a spark of hope for the Spirit Breath Civilization after draining them dry, allowing it to live and die on its own.

Instead of annihilating them completely.

The Soul King's last words rippled through the little mage's heart, eventually turning into a barely audible sigh.

In fact, long before the Seven Kings decided to sacrifice themselves, he had already sketched out a preliminary strategy to deal with the Gogong tribe, based on the detailed intelligence provided by the guide and the inspiration he found on the forum. This strategy coincided with the Seven Kings' ideas.

That is, in the early stages of the war, abandon probing and instead, with absolute dominance, deliver a thunderous blow to severely defeat the enemy's vanguard.

This establishes a deterrent tone, forcing the other side to refrain from taking any rash actions.

But whatever his plan is.

The Seven Kings' choice to sacrifice themselves had deeper considerations, and had nothing to do with whether his plan was feasible.

That is to completely clear away the obstacles of the eight factions within the Spirit Breath Clan, and to fuse the scattered power and will into one.

To forge a truly unified Spirit Breath race with only one supreme voice.

Secondly, for the seven kings who created and carried out the entire epic of the rise of the Spirit Breath Clan, such an ending may be the perfect conclusion they were seeking.

They are heroes of the Spirit Breath Clan, and living legends.

A legend shouldn't be defined by the decline of one's abilities in old age.

It is even more unacceptable for the people who look up to them to witness the towering pillars being gradually eroded by time, and to witness the desolation of heroes in their twilight years.

All seven thrones understand one thing: they are being gradually left behind by the rapidly advancing tide of the times.

After the Spirit Breath Clan descended upon the monster world, their living environment underwent a dramatic change, and even their survival pattern was fundamentally altered.

We have returned to the most primitive way of natural reproduction, moving away from the old parasitic "memory sac" model.

The new generation of the Spirit Breath race born into this world has a growth potential far exceeding that of the older generation.

The future is destined to belong to these newly sprouted buds.

Rather than gradually becoming a dim supporting character on the stage of the new era, watching helplessly as they become stubborn barriers to new life, it is better to take the initiative to become a torch to inspire future generations at the most glorious moment, burning everything in the most intense way, and turning the last of their lives into fertile soil to nourish new buds.

Doing so also freezes one's own legend at its most brilliant moment.

Only in this way can their images transcend the wear and tear of changing times, be imprinted in the blood and memory of every Lingxi citizen, and become an eternal monument that will never fade in the annals of future generations.

It became the spiritual totem of the Spirit Breath Clan.

Although he understood that this was the ending the Seven Kings wanted, the little mage still felt a little regretful.

It is a pity that the wisdom and experience accumulated over thousands of years have vanished, and it is a pity that the strength that could have faced more challenges together has been lost.

But their paths have already been chosen, and their fate is unchangeable.

He took a slow breath, suppressed his emotions, and his gaze became firm again.

What he needs to do now is to maximize the value of the Seven Kings' sacrifice.

Internally, this is the flame that ignites the Spirit Breath Clan's fighting spirit and cohesion.

Through publicity and promotion, he wanted to transform this grief into a belief of breaking down the old and building up the new.

Make every citizen of the Spirit Realm deeply aware that the protection of the Old King has completely disappeared, and that only by uniting closely can they carve out a path to survival in this cruel world.

This sentiment will become the strongest catalyst for the Spirit Breath Clan to move towards a new era.

The echoes of the Seven Kings' roar against the Gogong tribe, delivered at their own cost, have not yet faded.

He must seize the window of opportunity and use even more drastic measures to completely shatter the Gogong people's possible sense of luck and greed.

This amplified the suspicions in the hearts of the Gogong people to an extreme degree, until they were completely transformed into a deep-seated fear that prevented them from crossing the line.

With this in mind, he no longer hesitated and brought up his contact list.

He has no friends on his list, and his early teammates have all left him. He is undoubtedly the loneliest player in the player community.

Nobody wanted to have anything to do with him.

At that moment, he sent a private message to a player with the game ID "All-Round Odd Jobs".

The message was sent, but it disappeared without a trace.

After a long while, a video call request popped up.

accept.

The light screen unfolds, revealing a dimly lit scene with rubble scattered around.

A campfire was burning in the scene, and a player wearing tactical goggles and holding a grilled fish nodded to him as a greeting.

"Evil Little Law, I've read your idea, and it's a bit difficult. Doing things for you involves taking huge risks."

"Add more money," Xiao Fa said coldly.

"How many."

"Three hundred thousand sacrificial power, here's a deposit of fifty thousand, consider it your brokerage fee."

The player on the other side of the screen paused in his chewing motion, as if weighing the pros and cons.

A few seconds later, he threw the fish bones into the campfire and clapped his hands:
"No problem, I'll take care of it for you. Once it's settled, I'll contact you. You need to come as soon as possible. Many guilds now sell buff orbs with time limits. If you keep the buff for too long, they'll cut off the buff effect on you, and I won't be responsible."

"Senluolin Realm (map coordinates), we'll meet here after obtaining the buff orb."

“No problem, I’ll take care of it right away… but you’ll have to pay for the enhancement orbs. I don’t have that much sacrificial power. I’ll give you a live stream privilege later so you can watch the whole thing and the money will be clear… I’m a man of my word when it comes to getting paid. What’s yours is yours, and I won’t take a penny more than that.”

“Okay.” The little mage readily agreed and then sent a trade request to him.

A transaction box popped up on the screen, and he decisively entered 105 sacrificial power into the sacrificial power field.

Click "Confirm," the transaction is complete, and a notification sound immediately appears indicating that the challenger's sacrificial power has been deducted.

"readily!"

The player on the other end of the screen whistled, seemingly quite satisfied with the speed at which the huge sum of money had arrived.

"I've given you access to the live stream; I guarantee the process will be transparent."

The next second, an encrypted live stream link was sent to the private chat interface.

The little wizard disconnected the video link and promptly clicked to enter.

After granting permission, the pop-up live stream showed the other party quickly tidying up the debris around the campfire, with a rugged coastline in the background and a faint, colorful mist in the air, a characteristic of the Misty Coast.

"Let's go!"

The player in the live stream muttered something, and with a few leaps, quickly moved towards the node of the Misty Coast.

Shortly after, the screen switched again.

The environment is completely different now. The opponent has appeared in the Senluo Forest region and is heading straight for the teleportation array built by the Gold Coin Merchant Guild, which leads to the edge of the battlefield of the Reverse Tide.

It was another inter-space teleportation.

The live stream was bustling with noise and energy.

This is an incredibly vast plain, the earth seemingly torn apart by some immense force, riddled with bottomless ravines.

Countless players were bustling about, each one dressed in an incredibly glamorous outfit.

This is precisely the battlefield on the edge of the tide.

Those who can participate in activities here are all players from top-tier guilds.

Not far away, one could see countless enormous Taotie beasts crawling about, resembling writhing mountains. With each breath, they stirred up huge energy currents, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy in the air, which was so dense it was almost tangible.

While the players in the scene were negotiating prices, the little mage also set off for the depths of the royal court.

There is a teleportation array there that leads directly to the Senluolin region, but it has been sealed away for a long time.

The teleportation array was originally built to purchase soul beasts and create a special life soul: Myriad Manifestations.

It is an advanced version of "the source of evil".

By fusing the Super Beast with the Soul Beast and fragments of the rules of the Dead's March, it can become a special combat force that can change its form at will.

He had the war priest build this teleportation array so he could travel to the Senluo Forest region and connect with a player team that sold soul beasts.

After the transaction was completed, the energy crystals were taken from the teleportation array and sealed away.

Now, it's time to get back on track.

Arriving at the core base of the teleportation array, he flashed a light in his hand and took out several dark purple crystals containing immense spatial energy. He then embedded these precious crystals one by one into the grooves of the teleportation array base.

hum!
As the last crystal was placed in its place, the entire teleportation array shuddered violently.

The dust covering the surface was instantly swept away.

The crimson spirit patterns lit up one by one, and the space above began to fluctuate violently, forming a gradually stabilizing vortex in the center of the formation.

The passage to the Forest Realm has reopened.

His gaze returned to the live stream screen.

In the video, the player is negotiating with a guild leader.

Just then, a new buff orb was generated, and the guild that successfully stole it posted the orb's attributes on the regional channel.

The players in the live stream also displayed the buff information from the regional channel on the live stream screen.

Upon discovering that the buff was mentally-oriented, Little Mage decisively refused in the live stream.

The spiritual enhancement does not meet his requirements for the Soul Set.

The player in charge of the liaison immediately nodded in understanding:
"Alright, let's see what effect the next round of stolen buff orbs will have."

While waiting, after two rounds of bidding, another buff orb was successfully stolen by this guild.

"Soulforging, a melee-oriented buff, want it?"

"I'll take it!" After seeing the information about the shared buff orb, the little mage decisively requested to take it.

Upon hearing his answer, the intermediary in the live stream immediately offered a price, while other guilds nearby also made offers.

After a brief and intense bidding war, the intermediary suddenly clapped his hands:

"850,000 sacrificial power, deal, it's ours!"

Before the words were even finished, the live stream screen began to shake violently. The intermediary player used his telekinesis to take a dark gold buff orb from the guild manager, then turned and sprinted towards the teleportation array area on the outskirts of the battlefield.

Having secured the position, the little mage stepped into the teleportation array.

Suddenly, a crimson light shot into the sky, and the power of space enveloped him.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the depths of the royal court of Lingxi City.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in a place west of the Forest Realm.

Surrounded by dense forests, the air is filled with a rich spiritual energy, and a simple breath can gather white mist at the tip of your nose.

He stood still, his gaze fixed on the distant sky.

Before long, accompanied by the rough roar of the engine, a flying vehicle covered in scratches, which looked like it had been modified countless times, shot in from a distance.

Finally, it hovered not far in front of him.

The car door was kicked open, and the intermediary player wearing tactical goggles jumped out of the car, using telekinesis to hold up the "Soulforged" buff ball, and quickly walked up to him.

"Your goods are still 10 sacrificial power short. Pay up."

The little mage nodded slightly, transferred the remaining payment, and then reactivated the teleportation array beneath his feet after receiving the buff orb.

Upon returning to Spirit Breath City, he first turned off the teleportation array and then took out all the energy crystals.

He glanced down at the enhancement orb in his hand, then looked up in the direction of the Gogong tribe, his eyes turning cold.

The leverage for deterrence has been secured.

Next, it's time for the Gogong tribe to pay their debts.

With a swift movement, he broke through the air and vanished, transforming into a streak of crimson light as he sped toward the territory of the Gogong tribe.

The commotion caused by the little mage instantly attracted the attention of the city's residents.

Seeing this, many members of the Spirit Breath Clan were filled with terror.

They realized that the Blood Emperor had made his move.

Thinking of the fall of the Seven Kings, they all prayed for them in their hearts.

The crimson meteor in their eyes streaked across the sky and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, during the flight, the little mage had a thought, and the special life soul "Myriad Manifestations" that originated from the "Source of Evil" within his body was suddenly activated.

A powerful stream of crimson light erupted from his body, like countless living tentacles, rapidly swirling, intertwining, outlining, and coalescing around him.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal humanoid beast, hundreds of meters tall and as ferocious as a small mountain, appeared in the air.

Its entire body was covered by a thick carapace interwoven with dark red and jet black, with sharp bone spikes protruding from its joints. Its head was like wearing a ferocious crown, its eyes burned with tangible blood-red flames, and its whole body exuded an aura of destruction.

This is one of the combat forms that "All Things" exhibits after devouring various monsters.

Its flight speed suddenly increased dramatically after merging with the super beast.

Soon, the Gogong tribe's main city, "Stone Nest," constructed from pale giant bones and hardened resin, came into view.

Before it even arrived, the accompanying gale dispersed the poisonous fog that filled the city.

Roar!
A deafening roar erupted from the gigantic maw of the super beast, its sound waves sweeping across the city below.

Then, the little mage in his super beast form slammed the "Soul Forged Buff Ball" into his chest.

The enhancement sphere shattered instantly, and the domineering power it contained surged into the body like a burst dam.

Gaining the war buff from the Soul Returners results in a leap in combat power.

Boom!

An almost tangible pressure, like a shockwave from an explosion, spread fiercely from the center of the behemoth.

Its dark red carapace instantly transformed into something resembling divine metal forged through countless trials, and a dark red flame ignited on its chest.

During this period, the muscles expanded rapidly, the bone spurs grew wildly and transformed into jet-black armor, and every inch of muscle was endowed with terrifying power.

The light emanating from his eyes was as intense as two miniature blood-red suns.

At this moment, the little mage was like a world-destroying god crawling out of the abyss; the mere fluctuations of power emanating from his physical body caused fine cracks to appear in the barriers that enveloped the city.

Inside Stone Nest City, countless members of the Gogong tribe were startled by the sudden, terrifying pressure and roar, and they all looked up at the sky.

When they saw the terrifying behemoth that blotted out the sky and made their souls tremble, their doubts were instantly replaced by unprecedented fear.

Some of the weaker members of the Gogong tribe became stiff, and petrified patterns appeared on their skin.

This is precisely their instinctive reaction when they are in extreme fear.

the other side.

The little mage looked down at the city below, his huge fists slowly clenching, a ferocious smile appearing on his face.

The time has come to pay for the blood debt.

　Here are 8300 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)