Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 136 Just Do It (5.2K)

Inside the temple, the silence after the spatial barrier was repaired carried a heavy lingering atmosphere. Harosa's cold gaze swept over Old Tang, who was shrouded in blue-gold divine light of nitrogen and argon in the corner, and the trident of Poseidon in his hand, which exuded a vast aura.

"Remember," Harosa's voice broke the silence, carrying an unquestionable command, "you remain within the temple grounds. Stepping outside without permission will be considered a declaration of war."

Upon hearing this, Old Tang curled his lip in disdain, all traces of divine compassion vanishing from his face, leaving only naked arrogance: "Hmph! This desolate land of yours is not worth my time. Do not let your filthy aura defile my divine eyes." He crossed his arms and leaned against the light barrier formed by the divine power of the Trident of the Sea God, his posture seemingly relaxed, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Harosa stopped arguing with him and turned his gaze to the angelic holy sword floating beside him, its golden light subdued: "Brother Sword, please 'keep an eye' on this distinguished guest here. If he makes any unusual moves, do not ask for permission; handle it yourself." He emphasized the word "keep an eye" heavily, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The Angelic Holy Sword emitted a soft hum in response. The sword slowly rotated, its tip not pointing directly at Old Tang, but an invisible pressure of order subtly enveloped him, forming a delicate surveillance position.

It seems that the Angelic Sword is still on Harossa's side, and it's just keeping watch over people, not actually fighting. Both sides are doing well, so it's just a matter of saving face, which is not bad.

Old Tang sensed the lock, but only snorted coldly and said nothing more. However, his eyes lingered on the Angelic Holy Sword for a moment longer, filled with scrutiny and calculation.

Harosa didn't linger; his figure seemed to blend into the shadows, instantly disappearing from the temple.

The next moment, his figure appeared deep within the Realm of Rebirth, in a gray mountain range enveloped by dense death energy, at the Meditation Tower.

This was precisely where Electrolux had been in seclusion, consolidating his divine position. Without the slightest hesitation, Harosa's powerful divine sense, like a tangible tentacle, pierced directly through the energy barrier enveloping the mountain.

"Old Yi!"

"You felt what was happening at the temple just now, didn't you?"

Seated cross-legged atop the mountain, surrounded by a greyish-white aura of death, with four deep divine halos slowly flowing behind him, Electrox suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes held not the anger of someone disturbed, but a profound depth like an ancient well, and a hint of solemnity.

"I sensed it." Electrox's voice was deep and steady, with a metallic quality. "The violent turmoil in the central hub of the divine realm, and that majestic, domineering yet sinister divine power. I tried to send you a message, but it was blocked by the raging spatial turbulence and even stronger divine power fluctuations. That aura is very strong, almost unreasonable, so I chose to remain still to avoid causing trouble." He spoke frankly, displaying his shrewd combat and survival wisdom—it is wise not to rashly intervene when the situation is uncertain.

Harosa nodded and quickly recounted everything that had happened in the temple: Old Tang's identity, the threat of the Trident of Poseidon, the deal with the Golden Dragon Spear, the ambiguous attitude of the Angelic Sword, and the final conflict and standoff.

"That's the situation," Harosa concluded. "A Tang Sanfen soul wielding a super artifact is refusing to leave our core area and is eyeing us covetously. What's more troublesome is that the sword's attitude is unclear and it could switch sides at any moment."

Is this really the case?

Electrox listened quietly, his aged face expressionless, only his deep eyes seemed to hold the rise and fall of stars. When Harosar finished speaking, he slowly stood up, his grey mage robes fluttering without wind, the four divine halos on his back glowing subdued, yet exuding a profound and imposing weight.

"So," Electrox's voice was flat, yet carried a knowing, all-knowing quality, "you want to—take him down?"

Harossa was taken aback by the bluntness of the words and looked at the refined old mage with some surprise. He had always thought of Elex as a scholarly figure who was meticulous in planning and had everything under control, but he never expected him to be so—fierce—at heart?

I originally thought he was a scholar, but I never expected him to be a military general.

Catching the surprise in Harossa's eyes, Elex coughed lightly, a faint, ancient arrogance flashing across his face: "Ahem, back in the Holy Demon Continent, I too fought my way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. I slaughtered until no one dared to claim supremacy, until both light and darkness bowed their heads—what is there to fear in a mere skirmish?" Beneath that calm tone lay the overwhelming murderous aura and supreme majesty of a former Necromancer, the ruler of the undead calamity!

Harosa's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he nodded emphatically with satisfaction: "Good! That's the spirit I've been looking for!"

He then reiterated the core difficulty: "But the opponent is formidable! The Poseidon Trident in his hand is a genuine divine artifact, Tang San's natal weapon! Even when activated by a split soul, its power far exceeds imagination. Moreover, that trident—has a hidden trump card! In addition, the Angelic Holy Sword's attitude is wavering, so we must prepare for the worst and guard against it turning against us at the last minute!"

Harosa's gaze fell on the four divine rings behind Electrox: "Old Electrox, how much of your strength have you recovered? The key to this battle lies between the two of us."

Elixir frankly stated, "My current state is naturally far from my peak. Firstly, this body is ultimately just a repaired form of a larger fragment of divine consciousness, its origin is flawed and altered; secondly, the origin of this divine realm of rebirth," he pointed to the hazy earth beneath his feet, "is ultimately not as majestic and profound as my homeland, the Holy Demon Continent. Becoming a god here is like raising a dragon in a shallow pond; its upper limit is suppressed." He bluntly pointed out the fundamental limitation that the plane level imposes on the power of a god.

However, he abruptly changed the subject, his eyes gleaming with wisdom and confidence: "However—on the level of 'Dao,' I believe I still have an advantage. The cultivation system of the Douluo Continent, in its application of power and analysis of laws, seems—somewhat rudimentary. But when it comes to the subtle control of power and the understanding and manipulation of rules, I am confident I can crush Douluo Gods of the same level and unleash combat power beyond their superficial realm!"

Hearing this, Harosa felt somewhat relieved. Elex's magical system was indeed profound, especially in its unique application of rules. But he immediately pointed out another crucial issue: "Good! Having that confidence is good! But confidence alone isn't enough; you also need a weapon that can contend with it! Otherwise, facing a supreme artifact, being unarmed is far too passive."

Before he finished speaking, Harosa's figure blurred and disappeared again. A few breaths later, he reappeared before Electrox, three pigeon-egg-sized, grayish-white spheres silently floating in his outstretched palm. The spheres were smooth, without any patterns, yet they faintly emanated a chilling aura, as if capable of ending everything.

"This is..." Electrox's eyes narrowed. He could sense that the laws contained within were of extremely high level, carrying a pure will of destruction.

"A few fragments of the origin of the God of Destruction, one of the five great God-Kings of the Douluo God Realm." Harosa's voice carried a hint of solemnity. "The quantity is extremely small, almost negligible, but the level of the Law of Destruction contained within is extremely high! Try to gain initial control over it first. Don't aim to refine it, but at least ensure that you can use it as a one-time 'bomb,' accurately hitting the opponent without blowing yourself up first."

Without the slightest hesitation, Electrox extended his withered yet remarkably steady hand and carefully took the three grayish-white spheres. The grayish-white divine power of death at his fingertips, like the most skillful carving knife, gently brushed across the surface of the spheres.

The undead skull powder that enveloped the outer layer, used to isolate and stabilize the aura, quickly disappeared like melting snow, revealing a tiny fragment of the source of destruction inside, resembling a purplish-black crystal!

Although the fragments were small, the moment they were exposed to the air, the surrounding space seemed to groan as if it could not bear the weight, and the light was distorted and dimmed!

Electrolux closed his eyes, his powerful divine sense acting like a sophisticated instrument, instantly enveloping the three dangerous fragments. He did not attempt to forcibly refine and fuse them—that would be impossible in a short time, and beyond his current capabilities.

The Law of Destruction holds a very high position.

He chanted a low, somber incantation, as if from the ancient underworld, while gray-white magic flowed from his fingertips, binding the three fragments like chains.

His method was not the soul power refining of the Douluo system, but rather a top-tier sealing magic and energy guiding technique from the Holy Demon Continent! His sole purpose was to construct a temporary, stable "launch channel" and "trigger fuse" on the outer layer of the fragments, ensuring their absolute stability before being launched, and maximizing the destructive laws contained within them the moment they came into contact with the target's divine power or will!

Time ticked by. Harosa waited patiently, sensing the mental energy emanating from Electrox like a precise scalpel, carefully contacting, guiding, and sealing the fragment of the source of destruction. The process appeared calm, but was actually extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake could lead to a backlash.

After about an incense stick's time, Electrolux suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes! He opened his palm, and the three purplish-black fragments of the source of destruction floated silently, their surfaces covered with an extremely fine, transparent energy membrane filled with flowing gray-white runes. They no longer emitted a violent aura, but became restrained and dangerous, like sleeping beasts.

"Alright." Electrox's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, but more so a calm and composed demeanor of complete control.

"So fast?" Harosa was indeed somewhat surprised by his efficiency.

"Luckily, we have the corresponding sealing magic and energy restraint array. Although the effect isn't great, it's enough for a short time," Electrox explained. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the three fragments, as if possessing sentience, slowly rotated around him like three deadly stars. "No need for in-depth refining; just establish a temporary energy channel and trigger mechanism. Now, they are three single-use annihilation bombs with decent power."

Having resolved the weapon issue, Harosa's expression didn't relax; instead, it grew even more grave. He looked at Elex, his tone more serious than ever before: "Old Elex, there's one more crucial point! This is our home! Once the battle breaks out and the energy repercussions spread, the first to suffer will be the Realm of Rebirth! It's too young, too fragile! It can't withstand the devastation of a divine war! We can't recklessly unleash our power like we did in the No Man's Land!"

Regardless of the circumstances, any battle fought on home soil will result in significant losses for the home forces. This is why Harosa is so well-prepared; reckless and impulsive battles are foolish and irrational.

Electrolux nodded in deep agreement: "I understand. In home-field operations, the worst thing you can do is destroy the foundation. Weaken, seal..."

I am proficient in many energy absorption spells. But—"

He frowned slightly and pointed out the difficulty: "The energy bursts at the level of a divine war, especially the aftershocks from the collision of super artifacts, are extremely terrifying in both intensity and range. Ordinary sealing magic arrays probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow before collapsing. We need a sufficiently large and resilient 'buffer layer' to absorb and disperse the dissipated energy."

Harosa immediately thought of the answer: "Undying Skull Powder! That's what just wrapped those fragments! It can absorb, transform, and even 'digest' the raging energy to a certain extent! It was able to temporarily stabilize the fragments of destruction before. What do you think about using it to build a buffer layer?" He had used Undying Skull Powder to wrap the fragments of destruction precisely because of this property.

Upon hearing this, Electrox immediately extended two fingers, picking up a small amount of the remaining, freshly dissolved undead skull powder from the ground. His divine sense carefully examined the powder's structure and energy reaction characteristics, his eyes gleaming: "Hmm—this material—contains pure death essence, with an extremely dense and stable structure. It does indeed have a powerful effect on absorbing, neutralizing, and converting alien energy! If all of it were of this quality, and in sufficient quantity, it could theoretically form a giant buffer layer covering the entire battlefield! It could greatly weaken the destructive power of the dissipating energy, buying time for the internal sealing magic array!"

"Quantity? Plenty!" A cold glint flashed in Harosa's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

He suddenly spread his arms wide and looked towards a certain direction in the vast land of the God Realm of Rebirth, uttering a silent summons!

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Deep within the earth, it seemed as if billions of withered bones were responding! From the cemeteries, plains, and even mountains at the edge of the divine realm, countless undead skeletons were awakened from their slumber and dismantled as if by an invisible giant hand! They transformed into torrents of grayish-white water, surging into the sky like waterfalls flowing backwards, and frantically converging towards the direction of the temple!

These converging torrents of skulls were instantly crushed and honed by a powerful force the moment they approached the temple! They transformed into an endless, thick, leaden cloud-like ocean of grayish-white powder! The powder was as fine as dust, exuding a rich aura of death and rebirth, yet possessing a strange stability.

"Rise!" Harosa shouted in a low voice, raising his hands in a gesture.

The vast, boundless sea of ​​undead skull powder, like a tamed beast, obeyed commands and surged towards the majestic temple! It did not directly attack the temple, but rather, as if it possessed a life of its own, layer upon layer, circle upon circle, tightly enveloping and covering the entire temple, along with the large area of ​​space around it!

In the blink of an eye, the once magnificent and solemn temple was transformed into a giant "cocoon" suspended in a sea of ​​gray-white dust! The dust was so thick that light could not penetrate it, and only a hazy gray-white color could be seen.

"It's your turn, old I!" Harosa said in a deep voice.

Electrolux was already prepared. He hovered above the sea of ​​powder, his expression solemn, chanting ancient and grand magical incantations. His hands moved rapidly through the air like butterflies flitting among flowers, and mysterious, complex magical runes, shimmering with gray-white, dark gold, and even a hint of orderly golden light, were continuously hammered into the thick layer of powder like living chains!

These runes are not simply attached; rather, they are deeply embedded in the powder like roots, interlocking to form a vast, nested, three-dimensional sealing magic circle! The core function of the magic circle is not to defend against external enemies, but to absorb, transform, and bind the violent energy that erupts from within!

As Electrox cast his spell, faintly visible, massive rune veins began to emerge on the surface of the thick powder layer, radiating a powerful energy-binding force.

At the same time, Harosa continued to mobilize the power of the divine realm, constantly crushing more and more undead skeletons into powder and replenishing the outer layer of the "cocoon" to ensure that this buffer seal remained thick and tough.

Preparations complete!

Harosa and Elex exchanged a glance, needing no words, their eyes revealing a resolute understanding. With a thought, Harosa instantly donned the Underworld Child Armor, its gray-brown light swirling, radiating a chilling divine might of rebirth, while the Underworld Chant in his hand emitted a deep hum.

Electrox was surrounded by the three dangerous purplish-black fragments of destruction, his gray-white mage robes billowing, and four divine halos shimmering behind him, his powerful divine sense held back.

The two figures flashed like two gray lightning bolts, piercing through the thick layer of powder and reappearing inside the temple!

Their arrival was like throwing a huge stone into a calm lake!

In a corner of the temple, Old Tang, who had been resting with his eyes closed but secretly observing the outside world, suddenly opened them! His icy blue eyes instantly narrowed, his sharp gaze like a tangible blade, locking onto the fully armored and murderous Harossa, and the old mage beside him whose aura was profound and surrounded by three fragments of destructive energy that made him tremble!

The ease and arrogance on Old Tang's face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and vigilance!

He instinctively gripped the Trident of Poseidon in his hand, and blue-gold divine light suddenly shone as if in response to a stress reaction. The vast ocean's divine power and killing intent mixed together, forming a powerful sense of oppression that clashed fiercely with the aura of life and destruction emanating from Haros and Elex!

Buzz!

An invisible force field collided and compressed violently in the center of the temple, causing the air to groan under the strain, and the temple floor and dome began to tremble slightly. The angelic holy sword hovered a little further away, its golden light flashing rapidly, seemingly caught in a deeper struggle, its tip swaying slightly, its direction uncertain.

No nonsense.

There was no probing.

Inside the temple, in the deathly still air, only three (or perhaps four) powerful wills, strong enough to tear space apart, were silently clashing and vying for power!

The temple, enveloped in thick powder of undead skeletons, resembled a giant powder keg that could explode at any moment due to the violent power within!

Tensions are high! A major battle is imminent!