Capítulo 1559: Chapter 284: Supre Art
But even so, upon seeing the heavenly fire, the well-inford old Chancellor couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, feeling astonished and incredulous.
According to his original plan, both the Western Territory and the South Ridge, serving as ‘sacrifices’, would be shattered—the original nobility of the Western Territory and the Southern Territory would also be broken, and then in the reconstruction work hosted by the Imperial Capital, they would co under direct control, completely mastered by the Imperial Capital, thereby launching a new round of modernization reforms.
But now, Ian had not only initiated an information transformation in the South Ridge, subduing all the Naling Nobility with the Demon Army, but also manufactured the chanical Army, a product of pre-era civilization—it seed this little guy had far more legacy at his disposal than imagined, even more so than the Forr Emperor.
Even the Flying Fla Land’s extraordinary corps Demon Army was unable to take it down, and was even forced to reveal its final card.
The Fourth Energy Level Great Demon catalyzed by the entire Legion’s power… this was already beyond the danger threshold, definitely an opponent theoretically beyond what the South Ridge could handle.
Theoretically, at this ti, the Imperial Capital should dispatch the Phoenix Soaring Knight Order stationed in the Central Plains to directly obliterate this Fourth Energy Level Great Demon.
But…
“Interesting.” Eyes narrowing, with a dark purple halo lighting up in his eyes, Chancellor Moze smiled as he watched the South Ridge: “It seems our Prophet had foreseen it ahead of ti—does he intend to confront this Fourth Energy Level Great Demon head-on?”
“Let’s watch. Let see… if you, like your senior brother Mahdi, possess potential beyond our imagination!”
South Ridge.
Witnessing the birth of a Fourth Energy Level Great Demon, Ian showed no trace of astonishnt.
From the beginning, he knew that Sorrow Bell was strong, capable of exerting Fourth Energy Level power with the help of the Demon Army, even though he was a strong Third Energy Level. Given this, his plan had always been based on this premise.
Sorrow Bell ascending to the Fourth Level rely ant a slight increase in strength, not exceeding Ian’s plans… well, maybe a little, but not too much of an issue.
(Heart of Terra, can’t it seize the spirits of these dead demons?)
In his mind, Ian communicated directly with the Heart of Terra; he could see that Sorrow Bell’s demonic transformation was entirely due to the congregation of soul power from the Demon Legion. If he could intercept, it would not only enrich the power of the Heart of Terra but also weaken the enemy.
However, the response from the Heart of Terra was simple—if it were in the Silverpeak Domain, perhaps it could try, but the signal at the South Ridge’s edge was too weak; supporting Ian was already its limit, and nothing more could be done.
Moreover, there seed to be a faint link between the demons’ souls…
“Interesting, is there still a hidden hand?” Ian squinted his eyes.
At this mont, Sorrow Bell, now completely transford into the Three-Eyed Dragon Wing Demon, hovered in mid-air, surrounded by pitch-black subspace flas. It coldly overlooked the earth, locking gazes with Fairy Ian.
At this mont, Sorrow Bell felt a bit puzzled.
Because in its ascended ‘Spiritual Realm Vision,’ Ian’s soul wasn’t that of a Fae at all… but a vast expanse, almost with no borders… darkness.
This darkness was like a black hole, as if it would absorb all the light, but it was inherently light, because on this dark curtain, there were countless silvery-blue light dots, brilliant and dazzling.
This was sothing that life on Terra couldn’t understand; it was called the starry sky, cold and unfeeling, empty and void, an environnt nearly hellish, which, while devouring dreams, contained all hopes and futures, being the most contradictory thing in existence.
In Ian’s eyes, the demon before him was a mass of flas, burning fiercely, nad anger and destruction.
It was the refusal to accept the death of family and lovers, yet had to face their consud remains, spawning a desire to destroy everything, to shatter entire realities. The terrifying vibrations were essentially not just sound waves, but a destructive force shattering the heavens and the earth, breaking all things!
And now, this fla of hatred, which would destroy everything, along with a thunderous roar, was rushing straight at him!
[Die, Prophet!]
In that instant, the large clouds of dust that had filled the sky over the South Ridge due to rising particulates dissipated in response, as a supermassive visible shockwave ring spread across the sky, instantly bathing the plains below the mountain in the dim light of twilight.
At this mont, Sorrow Bell held a Fla Longsword in hand, within a kiloter radius, all the dust and rubble were ignited by ‘Shock Spiritual Power’ through accelerated molecular vibrations, turning into molten steam. For a mont, it seed like he controlled the flas as a fire dragon, surrounded by a terrifying golden-red fiery tornado, anything entering would be utterly shredded, turning into complete fragnts.
And now, as Sorrow Bell swung the sword towards Ian, the entire fiery vortex, with a loud crash like a mountain collapsing, descended like a massive fiery sword upon the Fairy.
With just this move, Sorrow Bell’s strength well deserved the na of Fourth Energy Level, a genuine humanoid cataclysm, destroying an entire city wouldn’t likely require several rounds.
Ian wasn’t foolish; he imdiately retreated, utilizing the Fae’s extrely high mobility to evade the strike.
As the fiery vortex crashed to the ground, the earth suddenly had a hundred-ter-wide supergiant trench, countless molten steam billowed upward, mixed with Sorrow Bell’s subspace power, forming a large fiery domain.
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