“Let him in,” Heidern’s voice echoed through the air.
Grey bowed to the void before leading John toward The Temple.
John entered.
The Temple was vast and empty, with Heidern having dismissed everyone else. His tone was neutral as he asked, “Human, what brings you here?”
John didn’t bother with pleasantries. He directly pulled out the set of Shadow Clan treasures and threw them at Heidern’s feet.
Heidern swallowed hard, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’ve killed another Shadow Clan warrior?”
“No,” John shook his head. “It’s the same set as before. You know the Dark Human named Sanki? He’s betrayed your gods and tried to join the Shadow Clan. I intercepted him.”
“What!” Heidern shot up from his seat, his face darkening, fury blazing in his eyes.
He didn’t doubt John’s claim.
The set of Shadow Clan treasures had indeed been taken by the Dark Humans.
And recently, their behavior had been suspicious-frequently contacting strong figures from Shadow Star’s various races.
Now it all made sense. These Dark Humans were planning to side with the Shadow Clan! “Fools!” Heidern spat angrily. He knew all too well the Shadow Clan’s methods. The Dark Humans would never be accepted, not even as cannon fodder.
Heidern’s voice turned cold. “Human, I know what must be done. The Dark Humans will no longer exist!”
The gods were not like the demon race; they wouldn’t allow the Dark Humans a chance to betray them.
John nodded. It was best if the gods handled it.
Heidern continued, “Let me give you a warning. There are gods and powerful Angel Race beings descending from Shadow Star. They will come after you don’t mistake their intentions.”
“Don’t worry, I’m aware,” John replied. “Just deal with the Dark Humans quickly. The final treasure of the Skyline Continent is about to emerge, and I don’t want those traitors causing any trouble.” Without lingering further, John left the Void Area and returned to the Death Land to continue comprehending the Immortals’ legacy.
…
Heidern sat on his throne, his gaze dark and brooding as he stared at the Shadow Clan treasures lying on the ground.
“Dark Humans. Hmph, you’ve really done it now!” His voice was icy, and the killing intent in his heart grew stronger.
It was fortunate that John had discovered their betrayal in time. Otherwise, the consequences could have been disastrous.
“Lincoln!” Heidern called out calmly.
The doors of the temple opened, and Lincoln of the Angel Race walked in.
He was the strongest warrior of the Angel Race, second only to Cand-Dragon in power.
“My lord, you called for me?” Lincoln bowed and asked.
Heidern nodded, his expression cold. “The Dark Humans have betrayed us. They’ve attempted to ally themselves with the Shadow Clan. I want you to give the order to the Angel Race-exterminate them all. Leave none alive!”
“Leave none?” Lincoln looked at him in surprise and asked, “Even the weaker Shadow Humans?”
“Yes!” Heidern was truly furious this time.
“I understand.” Lincoln turned to leave, but Heidern stopped him again.
“One more thing.” Heidern’s expression grew serious. “I can sense that the final treasure of the Skyline Continent is about to emerge. I will help you obtain the treasure so we can stand together against the Shadow Clan.”
Lincoln was astonished and stared at him in disbelief. “My lord, why not choose someone from the gods?”
Heidern shook his head. “You know how I obtained my own final treasure. It can never be fully refined, and the same race can’t have two who possess the final treasure at the same time. Besides, you are the strongest among my subordinates, and the only one I trust.”
Lincoln was moved by Heidern’s words but quickly calmed down. “But my lord, this time the Shadow Clan will make a move, and there’s also the Godslayer…”
Having witnessed John’s terrifying power during the battle in the Void Area, Lincoln knew that even Heidern couldn’t easily defeat him.
Heidern smirked coldly. “Who do you think hates that human more? The Shadow Clan won’t let him escape. When they’re busy with each other, all we need to deal with are the Beast Clan, demon race, and Sea Clan. None of them can match us. As long as everything goes smoothly, the treasure will be ours.”
Lincoln swallowed nervously. With this reasoning, they did indeed stand a good chance of claiming the final treasure.
Heidern continued, “I just hope that the Godslayer can keep the Shadow Clan occupied.”
“Let’s hope so,” Lincoln agreed, his eyes falling on the Shadow Clan treasures on the ground. He hadn’t personally seen John fight against the Shadow Clan and still wasn’t sure of his true strength.
…
Death Land.
John and his three clones sat cross-legged before the Immortals’ legacy, deep in
contemplation.
Cand-Dragon was nearby, watching the scene with a mix of surprise and awe.
He was particularly struck by the power emanating from John’s Beast Clan clone, which contained the strength of the divine dragon bloodlines-bloodlines even purer and stronger than his own.
“Is this guy even a part of the Beast Clan?” he muttered softly to himself. Regardless of John’s true origins, Cand-Dragon was convinced that the Beast Clan clone was, without a doubt, one
of their own.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a flash of golden light caught his attention-it came from Tony.
Cand-Dragon was taken aback.
Tony, too, had begun to comprehend the powerful Immortals’ legacy!
“My lord… huh, why are there so many Godslayers?” Tony opened his eyes, looking around in
shock at the four identical figures of John.
Each one radiated powerful soul energy, and aside from slight differences in their auras, he couldn’t immediately tell which was the real one.
It seemed that all of them were real.
Cand-Dragon, curious, turned to John and asked, “Have you fully inherited the Immortals’
legacy?”
Tony, filled with excitement, nodded repeatedly and turned to Cand-Dragon. “My lord, I want to spar with you.”
Cand-Dragon frowned, clearly displeased. “You haven’t even broken through to lower-tier gods, and you want to spar with me? Do you think you’re the Godslayer?”
Tony smiled calmly and said, “You misunderstand, my lord. I recently learned a powerful defense skill, and I just want to test its strength. You can attack me, and I won’t fight back.”
Cand-Dragon opened his mouth, feeling slightly insulted.
Not fight back?
Did this guy think he was stronger than the Godslayer?
Intrigued, Cand-Dragon finally agreed. “Fine, but let’s move further away so we don’t disturb
the Godslayer’s meditation.”
The two of them moved to the edge of the Death Land.
“Come on, my lord!” Tony said excitedly. With a shout, golden light enveloped him, forming
a massive golden shield in the shape of a tortoise shell, completely encasing him. “Huh?” Cand-Dragon raised his eyebrows, sensing a significant boost in Tony’s defense.
Without hesitation, Cand-Dragon waved his hand, sending a bolt of lightning crashing down
toward Tony.
Boom!
The air exploded with sound as purple lightning crackled and golden light flashed, but Tony
emerged unscathed.
Feeling confident, Tony grinned and said, “My lord, don’t hold back. I want to see how strong this skill really is. You can even use soul skills.”
“Soul skills? You must be out of your mind!” Cand-Dragon cursed. But seeing the terrifying
strength of Tony’s defense, he couldn’t help but get serious. With a roar, he transformed into his true form—a massive dragon, even larger than before.
“If you can’t handle it, tell me right away,” Cand-Dragon warned before reaching out with his giant dragon claw, gripping Tony and squeezing with increasing force.
Buzz…
The golden light flickered but held firm under his attack.
Seeing Tony withstand his blows, Cand-Dragon didn’t hold back anymore, increasing his
strength and adding soul-based attacks into the mix.
Finally, when Cand-Dragon unleashed his full power, Tony reached his limit.
“My lord, that’s enough!” Tony quickly called out.
By then, the golden tortoise shell around him was covered in fine cracks, and Tony’s face
showed clear signs of strain and pain.
Cand-Dragon quickly released his grip, reverting to his human form, panting slightly as he stared at Tony in disbelief.
“Tony, what kind of skill is that? It’s incredible!” Cand-Dragon was utterly amazed.
He had attacked with his full strength, yet if it had been a real battle, breaking through Tony’s
defense in a short amount of time would have been nearly impossible. Even his soul attacks were practically useless against him.
Tony, wearing a proud smile, explained, “My lord, this is a new Immortal Art I’ve recently comprehended: Indestructible Golden Body. It boosts my defense by 100 times, including soul defense.”
“What? A hundredfold increase in soul defense?” Cand-Dragon exclaimed. Physical defense was one thing, but boosting soul defense was notoriously difficult.
Could all Immortals’ Arts be this ridiculously overpowered? Why hadn’t he comprehended
any himself?
Tony nodded and continued, “That’s not all. In the Indestructible Golden Body state, I’m
immune to all ranged physical and magical attacks. Only close combat can break through. The
only downside is that it consumes a huge amount of energy-10,000 points of demon energy per second, so I can’t sustain it for long.”
“This is…,” Cand-Dragon was left speechless. Immunity to ranged attacks, combined with Tony’s already formidable close-combat defense, made him a terrifying opponent even at the demigod level. If Tony advanced to upper-tier gods, he’d be nearly invincible.
“Ah, what a shame. If only we had more time. If you could reach mid-tier gods, the two of us working together could easily help the Godslayer seize the final treasure of the Skyline Continent,” Cand-Dragon sighed regretfully. The treasure was about to emerge soon, and Tony was still only at the demigod level. Advancing even to lower-tier gods, let alone mid- tier, seemed out of reach in such a short time.
Tony, however, remained confident. “My lord, even now I can help you.” Cand-Dragon shook his head. “You underestimate the power of the Shadow Clan’s elites.”
At that moment, a ripple of spatial energy appeared, and a figure materialized.
It was an older man, his hair streaked with gray, exuding an aura of immense strength.
“Sea King!” Cand-Dragon exclaimed in surprise. The newcomer was none other than the strongest warrior of the Sea Clan, Sea King, second only to Cand-Dragon in power. With a wary look, Cand-Dragon asked, “What brings you here?”
The Sea Clan had yet to declare their stance regarding John, and Cand-Dragon had never been
particularly fond of Sea King.
“Cand-Dragon?” Sea King was also surprised to see him. “I came here to find the Godslayer. Have you joined the Immortals’ side?”
Cand-Dragon nodded cautiously, still on guard. “What do you want with the Godslayer?”
Sea King’s face lit up with excitement. “This is perfect! I’ve sensed that the final treasure of
the continent will emerge in my Sea Clan’s territory. How about we form an alliance-our three factions together-to seize the treasure?”