Chapter 171 - 167: The Fall of a God!
Chapter 171: Chapter 167: The Fall of a God!
Feeling the destructive aura emanating from the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, Avin’s face grew unsightly; he hadn’t expected the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts to be so decisive.
Once he realized that escape was impossible, he chose to self-destruct without a moment’s hesitation.
He didn’t give those present a chance to continue whittling him down.
If the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts had managed to self-destruct successfully, the protective magic array set by the Royal Mage Corps would have stood no chance against it.
Although Avin was confident he would survive, at least half of Bright City would be destroyed.
“Fran!”
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Without regard for anything else, Avin shouted towards the Judgement Flame above.
Fran naturally noticed the action of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, his brow slightly furrowed as he raised his wand as if to do something.
However, soon Fran seemed to perceive something, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, and he even put away his legendary wand, Gaia’s Fury.
“You!”
Avin became infuriated, almost bursting into curse words.
If he could fly, he’d probably soar up and punch Fran right now. If the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts truly self-destructed, Bright City would be finished.
Fran didn’t even bother to glance at Avin, being headstrong is one thing, but is your perception really that weak?
That shouldn’t be the case, shouldn’t the perception of a Martial Monk be excellent?
Avin didn’t know what Fran was up to, but of those present, only he could stop the self-destruction of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts.
However, standing to one side, Lu Morris seemed to notice something, his brows furrowing.
He observed an extremely unfamiliar legendary aura emerging from the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, discreetly revealing an ultimate sharpness.
Avin, previously overwhelmed by concern, soon also noticed the anomaly.
Before he could react, the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, swelling up like a balloon punctured from within, suddenly collapsed inward and continuously emitted a pitch-black miasma.
In a short while, the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts turned into a pool of sludge-like black liquid, unrecognizable as a form once belonging to a divine avatar.
The Hunting Avatar of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts,
thus, fell!
That’s it?
Feeling a sense of unreality, Avin noticed a dark figure standing in the center of the black sludge, its faint grey Spirit Light making it difficult for Avin to discern the features of the person.
This is… the power of the Shadow Plane?
Avin could be sure that this was a Legendary Strongman and a Legendary Assassin as well.
The shadowy figure’s hand flashed, and three unidentified objects swiftly flew towards the three Legendary Strongman present.
Avin caught one with his hand and, upon opening his palm, saw it was a pure black orb, seemingly sealing something inside.
With a slight sensing, Avin understood; sealed within was the Divine Power of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts.
The dark figure nodded towards Fran and the others, then disappeared in a flash.
This…
Avin felt a bit distressed, unsure why.
The Master of Ten Thousand Beasts had been eliminated…
Bright City had also been saved…
And even the final battle spoils had been obtained…
But this feeling of having the final blow snatched away was truly unpleasant.
Avin recalled how he’d been battered by the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts like a punching bag, this Legendary Assassin merely watching from the sidelines.
Only to come forth to end it at the last moment!
Alas—
Avin couldn’t help but laugh thinking about it; when had he also become someone covetous of fame.
It’s good that Bright City stands!
It’s good that people are alive!
Hmm?
When did Bright City have a legendary assassin???
The somewhat slow Avin had just now noticed this critical point.
Lu Morris glanced at the Divine Power Crystal in his hand, thought for a moment, and then threw it to Fran who had fallen.
He put away the book he was holding, turned around, and slowly walked away step by step.
Since the crisis had already been resolved, there was no need for him to solve the remaining problems.
He needed to return to the Dawn Cathedral as soon as possible, the prolonged use of “Saint Hoyler’s Manual” had severely eroded his body with the God of Dawn’s divine power.
Even the body of a legendary strongman couldn’t withstand the power of a deity for long.
If he delayed any longer, he could consider ascending directly to the divine country of the God of Dawn.
Fran didn’t hesitate at all to take the Divine Power Crystal Morris had thrown him, as Arcanists were very interested in these special powers.
He wanted to return to the First Magic Workshop immediately to start his research.
But he couldn’t, the remnants of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts weren’t something the average person could handle, not even Avin, the legendary monk.
If they were not dealt with, Bright City’s area would be completely contaminated by the breath of the evil god, making it unfit for civilians to live.
Sooner or later, the kingdom would have to call him out to resolve it; better to solve it now altogether.
Fran looked disapprovingly at Avin and shook his head as he began to deal with the large pool of black sludge and the remaining evil god’s breath.
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Lis remained honestly on the rooftop, and after seeing the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts shatter, his system panel also indicated the death of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts’ avatar, and the task was completed.
Before Lis could take a closer look, Joyce’s figure appeared once again beside him, taking Lis away from “Mingzhu Street” through the Shadow Jump.
Soon after, Joyce brought Lis back to the Kane Mansion.
In the study on the second floor, Joyce, looking somewhat tired, leaned on the sofa in the study.
Apparently, the final blow Joyce delivered to the avatar of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts was not easy and had drained much of his energy.
“Uncle Joyce, did you get it?”
Lis sat opposite Joyce and asked curiously.
“Hmm.”
Joyce responded with a sound as a black crystal appeared in his hand, but he quickly put it away again.
“This thing is still too dangerous for you at this moment. When you break through to legendary, I will give you a part of it.”
Listening to Joyce, Lis nodded his head. To be honest, touching divine power right now was indeed something he hardly dared.
In his previous life, there were quite a few players who were burst or mutated by divine power.
Moreover, Lis knew of many relics that contained pure divine power; once he was strong enough, he wouldn’t worry about lacking divine power for research.
“So the avatar of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts is really dead now?”
“Yes, I destroyed its divine power core, the avatar is definitely shattered.”
“But this will not affect the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts much. In the main world, no one can directly use an avatar to take over its divine position; at most, it’s just a loss of some divine power.”
“Hmm.”
Now Lis felt relieved; he had noticed the sacrifices made by those strongmen of the All Beast Church.
This time, the All Beast Church should have no foothold in Bright City anymore, right?
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Bright City, Feis Street.
An obviously great Noble’s luxurious mansion.
In the study, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face stood in front of the window looking toward the direction of the Lower City District.
The tall golden barrier set up by the Mage Group was visible from here, and the vibration from the ground had stopped long ago.
“Hmph!”
The man’s right fist struck the windowsill hard, traces of blood emerged, but in his anger, he didn’t notice it.
On the desk nearby, a message was displayed on the communication magic route.
“Divine Envoy, the task is already…”