General Index:
[ Na: Neo Godson ]
[ Age: 20 ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Species: Hellfire Eragon (Variant) ]
[ Lifespan: 250 ]
[ Affiliation: Zenith Empire, Sol-III ]
[ Biological Modifications: Spirit-Iron Mystic Wolf Titanium Sli Undead rfolk ]
[ Wealth: $1,410,600,200 FD (Federal Dollars) | 3,000 UC (Universal Credits) ]
Physical Index:
[ Strength: 80 ]
[ Agility: 75 ]
[ Vitality: 76 (Health: 100%) ]
[ Endurance: 76 ]
[ Reaction Speed: 59 ]
[ Recovery Rate: 55 ]
Magical Index:
[ Physiques: Titanium Tempest Body (D), Primordial Demon Physique (D) ]
[ Cosmic Force: 6,355 ]
[ Nether Force: 390 ]
[ Skills: Vellsing Transformation (D), Water Breathing (E), Spirit Eyes (D), Hydro Manipulation (D) ]
[ Unique Talents: Universal Synthesis (Supre), Godsmith (Legendary), Necromancy (Legendary) ]
From his stats, Neo was nowhere near the rank of a Type 6 Beyonder.
He was at Type 7 (Peak) at best.
The gap may seem little, but it is a chasm in reality.
A tahuman’s cosmic force and abilities are far stronger than a Superhuman’s.
For example, tahumans can fly, but superhumans cannot.
Despite knowing all the facts, Neo did not retreat.
Because he wanted to test his limits. He wanted to face a real opponent.
One could say he was mad and risking his life unnecessarily.
But Neo learned the truth: Only through knowing one’s strengths and weaknesses can a Beyonder learn and grow better.
And in his case, he was a Dominator. Cowering away was not an option.
So with mad, unwavering determination in his heart, Neo extended his demonic claws, which were stronger than dark Adamantite, as he poured nether energy into them.
And his massive legs dug two feet into the ground, his arms swelling and revealing explosive muscles that would fail even the toughest bodybuilders.
And his dark, void-like eyes were seeing only the incoming Sword Arc with the assistance of Spirit Eyes.
The Sword Slash of Heaven’s Eclipse lood just right before his raised claws.
Against its terrifying power, his claws looked feebly weak.
It was as if an ant was trying to defy the Heavens. But this ant did not know only destruction awaited him.
However, when the sword strike collided with the set of claws, a different scene played out.
Hummmm!
Those elongated demonic claws coated with demonic energy resisted the attack perfectly, reflecting its destructive rays onto the surrounding environnt.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Wherever a scattered ray struck, it created a burning crater 10 ters deep with nothing remaining except ashes and burnt soil.
"Impossible!"
"H-he deflected the Heaven’s Eclipse strike! How is this possible! It is one of the most powerful Spells in Saint Land."
"Does this an the demons are going to rise once more?"
As the dust and ashes parted, it revealed a haggardly breathing Zephys. His arms trembled uncontrollably, but he was alive.
The Inquisitor had to rub his eyes to make sure he was not seeing an illusion.
But the reality could not be denied. The demon was still standing, alive and well.
At that mont, a rumbling voice echoed from the stratosphere, "Capture him, Raegon! Do not let him escape!"
The voice ca from the Solar Saint himself, and the Inquisitor could perfectly understand the intent behind it.
Zephys needed to be investigated thoroughly.
However, when he turned around, he saw the place where Zephys had stood was entirely empty.
Demon Zephys had escaped.
"Search for him! The Solar Saint wants him alive!" the Inquisitor relayed the command before heading in a random direction himself.
anwhile, Neo had already crossed several miles, calmly reverting back to his human form.
He paused to rest under the soothing shade of a tree. However, not long after, the Inquisitor coincidentally flew right over his head.
The Inquisitor glanced at him, but taking him for an insignificant human, he left.
Neo exhaled a breath of relief. Looking at the flying tahuman, he clenched his fist hard. "It seems I am still not strong enough to challenge a tahuman to a fair fight."
"No matter... Once I find so suitable vessels to synthesize with, I can beco a tahuman easily. For now, let find out how the elves are doing."
After a brief mont to catch his breath, Neo pushed off the ground, his enhanced legs propelling him forward as he resud his sprint through the marshland.
Just as his figure disappeared into the distance, the shadows beneath a twisted tree rippled like dark liquid silk.
A figure of a woman stepped through.
She was a vision of absolute, intoxicating beauty. Her skin was a flawless, milky white, looking as smooth and soft as porcelain under the filtered light. She possessed an exquisite, striking hourglass figure, with a dangerously narrow waist that flared out into lush, swaying hips, perfectly accentuated by her elegant yet revealing noble attire.
From her upper back, two magnificent, feathery midnight-black wings unfurled, rustling softly with every breathtaking step she took.
Her face was a masterpiece of temptation.
Embedded perfectly in the center of her smooth forehead was a drop-of-blood red pearl that pulsed with a hypnotic crimson glow.
Her gaze locked onto the distant path Neo had taken, her full, juicy red lips parting into a srizing wicked smile that could easily drive a man to madness.
Every movent she made was a masterclass in feline grace, carrying an undeniable aura of both supre royalty and primal demonic danger.
She lightly traced her plump lower lip with a slender, manicured finger
Her voice echoed like sweet honey as she whispered into the empty air.
"Father, it seems I have finally found the one you spoke of. The Demonic Empire will rise once again."
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After 20 minutes of high-speed travel, Neo finally crossed the marshland.
He landed smoothly on a high rocky outcropping that offered a perfect, unobstructed view of the massive valley below.
What he saw imdiately brought a sharp, calculating smile to his face.
The valley was completely consud by a chaotic battlefield.
On the northern front, a terrifying tide of dwarven riders charged forward. There were at least 50 thousand of them. They rode atop massive, steel-plated battle boars that snorted thick plus of dark smoke. The dwarves wore heavy runic armor and wielded gigantic war hamrs crackling with earth magic.
Their brutal charge created a localized earthquake, threatening to trample everything in their path into bloody paste.
However, the Elven Army standing on the southern ridge did not show a single ounce of fear.
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