Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 104 I, Harosa, the God Who Rules Over Rebirth

Harosa gave a low shout and raised his hands! He no longer tried to touch the Angelic Holy Sword, but instead transformed his pure rebirth power into an invisible, resilient "straw"!

One end of the straw precisely "pierced" the massive stream of demonic energy beneath the angelic holy sword, which was being absorbed, transformed, and about to be injected into the altar's magic circle!

Buzz!

The entire altar space trembled violently!

The angelic sword seemed to be disturbed; its light suddenly intensified, emitting a mournful sound as it attempted to resist this sudden "theft."

However, Harosa's power of rebirth is extremely special! It is neither evil nor pure light, but represents a higher level of law governing the cycle of life and death!

It cleverly bypassed the Holy Sword's own defense mechanism, like the slipperiest eel, and forcibly "diverted" a stream of pure dark red energy, as thick as a bucket, from the mighty, dark red torrent of demonic origin!

"Come here one by one!"

Harosa's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, as he unleashed his full divine power! The demonic energy stream that had been forcibly "stolen" was like a raging dragon caught by an invisible giant hand, letting out an unwilling roar (an energy-level tremor), its flow was abruptly altered, and it surged wildly into the open gates of the underworld!

Rumble!

The pure essence of the demonic plane, imbued with the chaotic life force and the aura of destruction, surged into the gates of the underworld like a burst dam, heading towards Harossa's realm of rebirth! This power was so vast and pure that it far surpassed any undead or evil spirit he had previously devoured!

"Roar!!!"

Just as Harosa was overjoyed at successfully stealing the source, Atun in the center of the altar spoke for the first time!

That wasn't an angry roar, but rather a kind of excited scream—as if it had discovered a priceless treasure, filled with extreme greed and desire?!

For the first time, her pure, dark eyes were no longer cold and indifferent, but instead locked onto the rebirth power surging around Harosa with an intense and burning intensity!

That grayish-brown energy, imbued with the meaning of life and death, seemed to have a fatal attraction for her!

The dark ripples around her instantly intensified tenfold! Like a boiling sea of ​​ink! An even more terrifying and targeted devouring will emerged.

Like an invisible giant net, it instantly enveloped Harosa and the gate to the underworld he had opened!

The angelic holy sword hovering above also flickered violently, its golden divine runes writhing wildly like enraged snakes! An overwhelming, irresistible divine repulsive force, mixed with Atong's terrifying devouring will, rose like two invisible mountains...

The wolf pressed down fiercely towards Harosa and the Gate of the Desolate Realm that he maintained!

"Oh no!" Harosa's expression changed drastically! He had underestimated Atun's "interest" in the source of rebirth, and he had also underestimated the Angelic Holy Sword's fierce reaction to the "stealing"!

Harosa's heart tightened. The Gate to the Underworld was his passage to the realm of the gods, but it was extremely fragile in the face of energy impacts from gods and above!

Atun's sudden outburst of extreme greed and devouring will, targeting the source of rebirth, mixed with the overwhelming divine repulsive force that erupted after the angelic holy sword was enraged by the act of "stealing," and crashed down like two invisible giant mountains containing the laws of destruction!

This is something the Gates of the Underworld simply cannot withstand.

turn off!

Without the slightest hesitation! Harosa, almost instinctively using the Gate of the Underworld, forcibly severed the "straw" made of the power of the gods of rebirth. The gate of the Underworld, which was wide open and greedily drawing in the source of the demons, was forcibly closed after enduring the first wave of terrifying pressure and the runes on its edges flickering violently!

Buzz!

Space trembled violently! Where the Gate to the Underworld disappeared, only a rapidly calming spatial ripple and a lingering aura of rebirth remained.

As the gates of the underworld closed and Harosa quickly gathered and contained the surging power of rebirth around him, like an extinguished candle flame, the violent energy pressure within the altar space suddenly eased!

The Angelic Sword seemed to have lost its clear "thief" target; the intensely flickering golden light on its blade quickly stabilized, and the chirping subsided.

The golden divine runes, which had been swirling like wild snakes, regained their orderly flow, faithfully absorbing and transforming the demonic essence to maintain the operation of the altar's magic array. The targeted divine repulsion receded like a tide.

At the center of the altar, the dark ripples around Atong, which had been boiling tenfold, subsided instantly, like a flame whose fuel had been removed, returning to their previous viscous, slowly rippling state.

In her pure, dark eyes, the almost bursting, frenzied light of Kael'thas towards the origin of rebirth was quickly dimmed and faded away, as if covered by a heavy curtain, returning to its unfathomable, cold indifference.

Harosa gasped for breath, his back soaked in cold sweat. His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear as he stared intently at the angelic sword that hovered in mid-air, radiating a soft, holy light.

"This thing is way too possessive of its food!" Harosa cursed inwardly. "Is this demonic source yours?"

First come, first served? Not even allowed to touch it?! The burst of power just now made him truly feel the strength and "stubbornness" of this Douluo artifact. The divine law power it contained far exceeded his expectations, and its maintenance of "order" was almost rigid!

However, in that instant when the shock had just subsided and the aftershocks of the energy had not yet completely dissipated, Harosana's extremely keen senses captured a change that was both incredibly subtle and as clear as lightning flashing in the darkness!

In the center of the altar, a fleeting moment of clarity—as if an illusion—passed through Atong's pure, dark eyes, like a vortex of an abyss!

That was neither the cold indifference of before, nor the frenzied, greedy desire to devour, but a clear light that carried confusion and inquiry, as if it had been forcibly awakened after ten thousand years of slumber, and whose consciousness had briefly returned!

Although it was only a fleeting moment, so fast that one might think it was an illusion, Harosa's divine sense was absolutely certain—he saw it! It was the gaze of a being with reason, not just a pure will to destroy!

Immediately afterwards, a voice, clear and unobstructed, rang out directly in Harosa's sea of ​​consciousness.

The voice was not a transmission of divine consciousness, but a real language! An ancient, elegant language with a unique rhythm, yet incredibly clear—the Ancient Douluo Language!

His voice was cold and aloof, like jade striking on a glacier that has never melted for millennia, carrying a deep-seated detachment and lofty majesty, yet also containing an indescribable sense of weariness.

"Who are you?"

The sound was like an ice pick, instantly piercing Harosa's taut nerves! He looked up abruptly, his gray eyes filled with undisguised shock as he stared intently at the figure sitting in the dark vortex at the center of the altar!

She spoke?! In the ancient Douluo language?!

After a brief moment of shock, Harosa quickly suppressed his turbulent emotions. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Since the other party had taken the initiative to ask questions, no matter how strange their state was, this was an opportunity! An opportunity to obtain information, or even—to maneuver!

If I can't defeat one, and the other is protecting his food, how can I devour the demon's essence?

He straightened his back, and a gray-brown, decaying wood-colored halo slowly emerged behind him, exuding a unique divine majesty and a profound aura of the laws of rebirth.

His voice, also in ancient Douluo language, was deep and powerful, carrying divine majesty and a confidence that controlled life and death, clearly echoing in the silent altar space:

"I am Harosa! The God of Rebirth, who wields the laws of life and death, and governs the cycle of reincarnation!"

Although he only glimpsed a corner of reincarnation, it didn't stop him from bragging and exaggerating.

"The Law of Rebirth?" Atong's cold and aloof voice rang out again, carrying a hint of extremely subtle confusion and contemplation, as if he were digging into some obscure word from the depths of his memory.

This time, her gaze was no longer purely cold, but carried a substantial probing, like an invisible tentacle, falling on Harosa once again, especially lingering for a moment on the restrained yet still perceptible gray-brown aura of rebirth around him.

In the depths of those purely dark eyes, a faint ripple seemed to spread. She seemed to understand something, yet she also seemed even more confused.

"Your power," Atong's voice paused, as if carefully choosing her words, a barely perceptible hint of curiosity lurking in her cool, mature voice. "Neither alive nor dead—flowing endlessly—I—have never seen it."

An eerie silence fell over the temple. The golden, holy light and the viscous, dark ripples stood in silent confrontation.

On the altar, an ancient fallen angel sealed for ten thousand years and a new god from another world, Zhang, who wields unprecedented laws, are having their first dialogue across the sealing array, separated by an invisible barrier.

Harosa was on edge. He offered his "divine position" as a bargaining chip, successfully attracting the attention of this ancient being.

But is this a blessing or a curse? Was Atong's brief moment of clarity genuine, or another, deeper disguise? What lies hidden deep within her dark eyes—a thirst for knowledge, or an assessment of her "new prey"?