Wizard Immortal

Chapter 789 Incarnation

Above the Adir Empire, two figures still stood.

This contrasts with the thoughts of many church priests who, observing the area around them, were filled with various sorrows at this moment.

At this moment, sensing the changes in Doron in front of him, Adir's expression remained calm, seemingly unchanged.

His expression was calm, his long black hair hung down, and the silver longsword in his hand was held firmly in his palm. His whole body was upright, standing in mid-air, his gaze calmly looking ahead, seemingly without any change.

The changes in Duolong before him seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever; not even a glance or a single expression changed.

His calmness surprised even Doron, who opened his mouth and revealed a set of sharp teeth in a sinister smile: "You don't seem to be afraid at all."

"Am I not terrifying enough in my current form? Or is my current power insufficient to instill fear in you?"

He stood in mid-air, facing Adir, and spoke to Adir in front of him. His entire body appeared extremely deformed, and at this moment he was gradually approaching the form of the God of Slaughter.

In fact, at this moment, according to Adir's perception, the human aura on Doron's body had almost disappeared. At this moment, the essence of his entire body was extremely close to that of the God of Slaughter, and it could be said that he was almost no different from the God of Slaughter.

To some extent, at this moment, although Doron may still appear to be the same person, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the incarnation of the God of Slaughter, disguised as Doron, who has descended to this place.

"The way you look right now is disgusting..."

Adir's expression remained calm as he gazed at Doron standing before him. At this moment, a hint of gold shone in his eyes, as if images of falling stars and rising silver moons were appearing within them: "After going through so much trouble to eliminate the other Sons of Slaughter, to emerge victorious from all the competitors, is all that's gained in the end merely the opportunity to become the incarnation of the God of Slaughter?"

"Ask yourself honestly, are you the person you wanted to be in the beginning?"

The words fell softly, accompanied by streams of true spiritual power that instantly flowed into the mind of Duolong.

In an instant, Duolong froze on the spot, his whole body stiffening, as if he had remembered something.

He recalled a scene, recalled his initial experience.

It was a manor that wasn't very large, but it had everything it needed and seemed quite complete.

In one of the rooms, a young, inexperienced boy was sweating profusely, silently vowing that one day he would make a name for himself, revitalize his family, and make his name resound throughout the world.

This was his initial wish, and also his dream and goal when he was young.

But I don't know when it started, he slowly changed.

A drop of golden blood of slaughter fell from the sky and landed on him, and then everything began to change.

On a peaceful night, a fire spread across the manor, began to burn, and set the entire manor ablaze.

Inside the manor, the servants and masters cried out in terror, struggling desperately, but to no avail, as they were swallowed up by the rising sea of ​​fire.

In a corner of the manor, the young boy, filled with fear and despair, watched his family and servants struggle within, still holding the torch used to set the manor on fire.

At the very beginning, he certainly struggled and felt fear, but for the sake of his ideals and ambitions, he resolutely did it.

He used the lives of those he knew best and was closest to to gain the initial strength.

But thinking about it carefully, looking back from our current perspective, and recalling those things from the past...

When he was weak, were the things he did really what he wanted to do?

Or rather, when he first obtained the Blood of Slaughter, were the decisions he made entirely his own, or were they actions influenced by the Blood of Slaughter?

Doron was unaware of this.

Similar to what happened back then, many, many more things happened afterward.

After the initial guilt, he experienced many, many more things during his subsequent travels in the material world.

His beloved lover, his closest partner, his most trusted follower...

Each and every one of these people was deliberately pushed into the abyss at the last moment, into the realm of death.

All of this was merely to gain a tiny bit of power, to achieve a little bit of growth in killing power, so that he could take a few more steps forward on his future path.

But deep down, does he really want to do this?

"Do I really want to? Do I really want to...?"

In mid-air, Duolong's body froze, muttering to himself as tears unknowingly streamed down his face.

At this moment, stimulated by the true spirit power within Adir, his true spirit briefly broke free from the influence of the blood of slaughter and began to recall his past life experiences for the first time, reflecting on his mistakes.

As all this happened, his aura fluctuated constantly. At this moment, the power of his true spirit was rapidly rising, and for a fleeting instant, it seemed to overwhelm the influence of the blood of slaughter.

However, as the golden hourglass of blood flickered, the true spirit that had briefly struggled out was instantly submerged, and the aura on Doron's body stabilized again, no longer fluctuating.

"Yes I do……"

Standing in mid-air, he sighed deeply, smiling as tears streamed down his face.

The influence of the Blood of Slaughter once again prevailed, and his true spirit was submerged again, affected by the residual power of the God of Slaughter contained within, making it impossible for him to break free.

As all of this happened, his power not only did not decrease, but instead became even more terrifying as the last bit of his self was completely devoured by the blood of slaughter.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely transformed into the incarnation of a god of slaughter, and the aura emanating from his entire body became incredibly terrifying, erupting in this place.

At this moment, his aura surged once again, advancing from the peak of the sixth rank to a new limit.

Despite various reasons, including the fact that he has not truly ignited his own divine fire, he has not yet advanced to the seventh rank and entered the realm of gods.

But at this moment, under the influence of the blood of slaughter and the power of the god of slaughter within him, his power is absolutely no less than that of a seventh-order god; it can be said that he has reached the limit of the sixth order.

"You made a fatal mistake by not striking during that crucial moment..."

Standing rooted to the spot, gazing at Adir ahead, Doron sighed deeply. His eyes were icy cold, like those of a heartless machine, staring coldly at Adir: "Now, it's time to pay the price for your mistakes..."

"Has it really come to this...?"

Looking at the changed aura emanating from Doron, who was frozen in place at this moment, Adir sighed softly. He slowly raised the silver longsword in his right hand, and streaks of silver light began to shimmer on it.

A equally pure and powerful killing domain began to unfold, colliding with the divine domain unfolding on Doron's body in front of him.

The two divine realms, both possessing the authority to kill, began to collide and intertwined in an instant.

At the center of the two divine realms, the two figures collided simultaneously.

boom!

It was as if two worlds exploded at the same time. In that instant, the two intertwined, and terrifying power erupted from both of them, rushing towards each other.

Adir raised his silver longsword, seemingly transcending the concepts of time and space, and in an instant, it slashed across Doron's body, as if to sever his head in one blow.

As the silver longsword in his hand fell, in an instant, Dorgon's body exploded, his flesh and blood shattering from the most basic cells down.

A series of small sounds echoed in the same spot, as if countless bombs were exploding simultaneously, and the blood-red sky enveloped the area.

Suddenly, it was as if a blood-red sun exploded in mid-air, its crimson radiance enveloping everything around it and shrouding the entire world in that crimson domain.

A terrifying killing power began to erupt and flicker.

Adir stood in mid-air, and at this moment, the aura around him began to change.

At this critical moment, facing off against Duolong, his power erupted completely, and he no longer concealed it.

Of course, the facts could no longer be concealed.

At this moment, Duolong before him had indeed become a puppet of the God of Slaughter. From his true spirit to his flesh, not an inch of his body was not occupied by the God of Slaughter, making him almost an incarnation of the God of Slaughter.

However, similarly, after becoming a puppet of the God of Slaughter and completely transforming into the incarnation of the God of Slaughter, Doron's power also surged dramatically, directly reaching an extremely terrifying level.

With his current strength, if Adir doesn't unleash his full power, he's probably no match for his opponent.

Therefore, at this point, he finally stopped holding back.

(End of this chapter)