Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 118 Dead? It's okay, I'll take good care of you. (4K)

The dark gray gates of the underworld opened like ripples on water in the deathly void, and Harosa stepped out. His footsteps landed on the edge of the massive crater, on a crystalline, vitrified surface, cold and hard to the touch.

The space was still filled with a strong aura of destruction and chaotic divine dust, making it difficult to probe with divine sense as if it were stuck in a quagmire, and greatly hindering vision.

But he was not confused. With a slight thought, the golden wing mark on his chest, given by Qian Renxue and symbolizing the "permission" of the angelic holy sword, warmed slightly and emitted a soft guiding light.

Following this faint but clear sense, Harosa found a lighthouse like a ship in the dark. With a few flashes, he pierced through layers of thick dust and fog and accurately arrived at his destination.

Before me stood the angelic holy sword that had once shone as brightly as the sun, but now appeared somewhat dim!

It hovered silently about a hundred meters above the center of the pit, its tip pointing diagonally into the endless dark abyss below. The blade still radiated a sacred aura, but the light was restrained, no longer as dazzling as before.

Below the hilt of the sword, a palm-sized, somewhat distorted and abstract "Skull Angel" figurine, forged from strange crystal fragments and undead skull powder, is firmly attached to the end of the hilt.

The anchor point left by Harosa, under the protection of the Angelic Sword itself, indeed survived the devastating storm.

Harosa's gaze immediately locked onto the holy sword itself. His powerful divine sense carefully swept over every inch of the blade.

No cracks! No shattering! The foundation of this divine artifact is indeed extraordinary.

Although its aura had clearly weakened considerably, obviously having suffered a tremendous impact in the core area of ​​the "Tong" self-destruction, its fundamental laws of order and sacred light core remained stable, only like a sun that had exhausted its energy and needed time to recover.

"It's not broken after all—" Harosa felt relieved, but then his brows furrowed slightly. He carefully sensed that around the Holy Sword, apart from its own divine aura and residual destructive fluctuations, there was not a trace of Qian Renxue's divine consciousness imprint, not even the faintest one.

It was as if that proud angel god had been completely erased from existence by that self-destruction.

"It seems he has truly fallen—" Harosa muttered to himself, his tone tinged with complexity. Although they weren't exactly close, witnessing someone who had once stood at the pinnacle of the divine realm meet their end in this way was still a sob.

"Now that you're dead, I'll take good care of the Angelic Sword for you." Harosa suddenly smiled again.

However, right around this sacred holy sword, Harossa keenly sensed an extremely subtle yet incredibly powerful evil dark aura that lingered like maggots in the bone! This aura was filled with greed, chaos, and a parasitic sense of voyeurism.

It dared not directly touch the holy radiance of the Holy Sword, but like an invisible spider web, it wrapped itself around the edge of the light emitted by the Holy Sword, and even tried to guide the Holy Sword to draw energy from the void of the universe!

Harosa instantly understood—it was the will of the demonic plane! This guy wasn't really dead after all, and he still had the heart to do evil!

That makes sense. Tong's self-destruction was orchestrated by the will of the demon plane, so how could it possibly kill itself?

It clearly used the Holy Sword as an anchor point to successfully guide it to continue drawing cosmic energy to replenish the source that the demon plane lost in its self-destruction and Harossa's plunder (although the efficiency was far less than when Qian Renxue was driving it).

But what made Harosa even more cynical was that it seemed to be delusional enough to use this super artifact containing the laws of order as a "seed" or "template" to forcibly create a "divine realm" of its own with the attributes of order in this chaotic plane? It was simply wishful thinking! How could the laws of order be easily controlled and replicated by chaotic will?

Furthermore, if the Angelic Holy Sword didn't also need to absorb cosmic energy to repair itself, it wouldn't have drawn on cosmic energy if it weren't for the fact that the Angelic Holy Sword is so averse to the will of the demon plane.

Harosa could clearly sense that around the Holy Sword, there were no nascent forms of new order or laws, only the futile interference of the plane's will.

The moment Harossa observed, the flowing golden aura on the smooth blade of the Angelic Holy Sword suddenly twisted and condensed! A huge demonic eye pattern, with an incredibly clear outline, dark red flames burning around its edges, and pupils as deep as black holes, suddenly appeared on the sword!

This eye was fixed intently on the suddenly appearing Harosa! Its gaze was filled with extreme resentment, greed, and a violent rage at having its territory invaded!

An invisible malice, carrying the pressure of the plane's will, enveloped Harosa like an icy tide, instantly making his soul feel a bone-chilling cold!

If it were the previous Harosa, facing the malicious gaze of a plane's will, even if the opponent was weak, would have been enough to terrify him. But now, having undergone a complete transformation of his origin, comprehended a deeper meaning of reincarnation, and reached the peak of a second-level god, he felt only a cold indifference.

"Looking at your father?" Harosa's lips curled into a mocking and disdainful smile. A fleeting glimpse of a karmic cycle flashed in his greyish-white eyes, easily dispelling the chilling aura. "That crazy old hag blew herself to ashes. You clawless worm, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Before he finished speaking, Harossa had already raised the Netherworld Chant in his hand! There were no fancy moves, just a simple and direct strike towards the demon eye pattern on the sword, unleashing an extremely condensed gray-brown sword aura!

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The sword energy pierced the air, carrying the final will of life and death, and slashed fiercely at the Demon Eye pattern!

Yu Yi!

The sword trembled violently! The demon eye pattern rippled and twisted violently like water, and the dark red flames flickered uncertainly, as if they were about to dissipate at any moment! The will of the plane let out a silent, painful shriek (psychic attack).

After struggling several times, the pattern managed to maintain its shape, but its light dimmed considerably, and its gaze toward Harosa carried a hint of surprise and apprehension—this human god was far more powerful than before! Moreover, his power seemed to harm even the mind-body!

"Hmph, as expected." Harosa sheathed his sword, understanding dawning on him. Ordinary physical and energy attacks have limited effect on this kind of intangible core of planar will.

The most fundamental way to completely eliminate it is to cut off its source and exhaust its foundation!

A glint flashed in Harosa's eyes as he flipped his hand and retrieved the golden orb of light, radiating a warm and holy aura, that Gan Renxue had given him. He held the orb in his palm, waved it towards the floating angelic holy sword, and proclaimed:

"Hey! Big guy, look at this!" His voice carried a strange, inflammatory quality. "Your master, Qian Renxue! She was killed by the bullshit dimensional will of this world! It corrupted faith, polluted divine bodies, and created 'Tong,' ultimately forcing 'Tong' to self-destruct, dragging your master down with it!"

Harosa pointed to the vengeful demonic eye on the sword, his voice fervent: "Now, the culprit is right in front of you! Weak as a dog, yet it clings to you, trying to suck your blood! We've already killed the 'Tong' it spawned, so how about we pull off something big? Let's completely destroy this bastard and avenge your master! What do you say?"

Harosa wasn't sure if the Angelic Holy Sword truly possessed a complete weapon spirit consciousness, but he gambled that it did! He gambled that it had feelings for Qian Renxue, and that it harbored a deep-seated hatred for the will of the demonic plane!

A miracle happened!

The moment Harosa raised the golden orb of light, the Angelic Holy Sword, which had been dormant and passively absorbing cosmic energy, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light!

"Zhengyi!!!"

A clear, resounding sword cry, filled with anger and determination, echoed through the void!

The demon eye pattern on the sword, under the burst of golden light, sizzled like oil being branded with a hot iron, instantly distorting and blurring, almost being forcibly dispelled!

Then, an even more shocking scene unfolded!

Without warning, the blade of the angelic holy sword slashed fiercely towards a certain point in the void!

This strike was not a physical attack, but a strike of law that contained the power of the fundamental laws of order and targeted the invisible connections!

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An invisible, secret "thread" connecting the core of the demon plane's will to the angel's holy sword, used to guide and steal energy, was cleanly and decisively severed by this sword!

"all!!!"

A piercing, more agonizing scream than before exploded in Harossa's mind! The demonic eye on the sword instantly became incredibly ferocious and venomous, filled with the fury of betrayal and devastation! It twisted wildly, trying to reconnect, but was firmly repelled by the holy golden light emanating from the holy sword!

It worked! The Holy Sword responded! It chose to stand with Harossa!

Holy Sword, have you seen that enemy?

Harosa was overjoyed; the opportunity was fleeting! He immediately roared at the holy sword:

"Holy Sword! Don't stop! Keep extracting the demonic essence from this plane! Like before, keep extracting! I have a way to kill it completely!"

This time, the Angelic Sword did not hesitate!

The sword resonated once more. Although the severed "threads" could not be reconnected, the holy sword's "attraction" to the origin of the demon plane suddenly intensified! It no longer merely absorbed cosmic energy, but instead pointed the sword tip at the bottomless abyss below, at the core of the demon plane's earth!

A massive, purer torrent of dark red demonic essence, imbued with the essence of life from another plane, was forcibly extracted from the depths of the earth and surged wildly toward the tip of the angelic holy sword like a reversed waterfall of blood!

"Roar!!!" The demonic plane's will went completely mad! It sensed a deadly threat! The betrayal and counterattack of the angelic holy sword had plunged it into unprecedented weakness and panic! It manipulated the enormous dust demon eye (which was now spinning even more frantically above the crater), mobilizing the remaining power of the entire plane in an attempt to interfere with the holy sword and even attack Harossa!

But would Harosa give it that chance?

"This is the moment we've been waiting for!" A fierce glint flashed in Harosa's eyes, and he suddenly spread his arms wide!

The gates of the underworld open! The realm of gods is swallowed!

boom!!!

That deep, dark portal opened once more! This time, it appeared directly beneath the Angelic Holy Sword, before the vast, pure torrent of demonic essence that had been forcibly extracted by the Holy Sword!

The scale of the gaping portal was unprecedented, seemingly capable of swallowing the heavens and earth! Within the portal, the devouring mist, which had been poised to unleash its power, let out a silent roar! The vortex of ice and fire formed by the undead spirits of the Water Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King was like a black hole engine, unleashing terrifying traction!

With the protection of the angelic holy sword, Harosa was no longer afraid that the gates to the underworld would be destroyed by the will of the demonic plane.

"Give me a breath!!!"

Harosa roared, pushing his divine power to its limit!

Hoo-hoo!!!

The torrent of demonic essence that had been drawn up by the angelic holy sword and was supposed to be absorbed or transformed by the sword was abruptly changed direction by the terrifying suction force erupting from the gates of the underworld just before it touched the tip of the sword!

Like all rivers flowing into the sea, like a long river entering the abyss!

The vast, pure, and incredibly potent dark red demonic essence no longer flowed towards the Angelic Holy Sword. Instead, it transformed into a colossal energy pillar tens of meters in diameter, which was swallowed whole by the Gate of the Underworld! It continuously poured into the Realm of Rebirth, where it was instantly decomposed, transformed, and absorbed by the greedy, devouring mist!

The Angelic Holy Sword paused slightly, its sword cry seemingly carrying a hint of error, but then, as if understanding Harosar's intention, the sword's light intensified, drawing upon the demonic essence deep within the earth with even greater effort and ferocity!

It no longer tries to absorb this energy, but instead simply acts as a "pump," pumping out this deadly "poisonous blood" for the gates of the underworld to devour!

"No one!!!" The will of the demon plane let out a desperate cry (psychic attack)!

It could clearly feel that the very foundation upon which it depended for existence—the origin of the plane—was being extracted, plundered, and completely digested at an unprecedented and terrifying speed! Its power was flowing away like a flood bursting its banks! The enormous eye of the dust demon above the deep pit began to tremble violently, distort, and become blurred!

Its attack, formed by mobilizing its remaining power, was like a mud ox sinking into the sea when it landed on the Gates of the Underworld; when it landed on Harosa, it was easily neutralized by the gray-brown divine light of reincarnation flowing around his body; and when it landed on the Angelic Holy Sword, it was directly purified by the holy golden light!

It was powerless! It could only watch helplessly as it marched toward its own demise!

Harosa stood before the Gates of the Underworld, like a demon god who controlled life and death. His long, gray hair danced wildly in the energy storm, and six divine rings slowly rotated behind him, radiating a reincarnation-like pressure that suppressed everything. He looked at the eye of the dust demon struggling in despair, gradually becoming illusory and transparent, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"The will of a plane? Ha—from the moment you schemed against Qian Renxue and gave birth to 'Tong,' you should have known this day would come! Rest in peace on your journey, your origin—I've accepted it!"