The constant barrage of rockets almost completely flattened the entire town.
Even the entire island beneath seed to be shaking violently.
Whoosh—
In human form, Aiven fully activated the Fire Elentalization of the Bloodline Plugin: Fla Prison Dragon, transforming into a humanoid blazing sun, with only the golden mask on his face and the Creator's Blood on his hand unaffected.
The dangerous vertical pupils shot out golden-red light, and with every breath ca the destructive fla stream. Inside this terrifying fly nest, where even the air seed tainted, Aiven felt a shadow cast over his heart.
"Ha, disgusting creatures, all of you disappear!"
Raising his hand, the bloody light of the magic spiritual light burst from his fingertips.
In an instant.
In the tranquil town that truly existed on the dark side, it had turned into a massive sea of flas.
Rolling streams of fire transford into two-ter tall Fire Elent Spirits, swinging flaming chains marked with runes, dragging back the few Human-faced Flies that had barely escaped into the sky.
Including Her Highness the Princess, not a single monster was spared.
Activated Dead Creatures: Elental Spirit
Crackle...
The shells cracked, proteins ignited, filling the space with a terrible sll of scorched fragrance or stench.
At this level of magic, it already had a taste of "Law with Primordial Spirit" or "Elental Civilization," especially prominent in elental magic where this ability was most vividly seen.
In terms of combat power, it was akin to the automation of weapons compared to clumsy manual weapons, or a finely forged sword compared to a block of iron.
But, watching the Human-faced Flies scream as they turned into charcoal in the fla, Aiven frowned, feeling that his knowledge was inadequate here.
These creatures seed like evil spirits yet also like so demons, but was it evil spirits possessing demons, or special demons parasitizing evil spirits? It was utterly unclear.
Just starting the exploration of the Broken Star Islands, the bizarre occurrences here had already opened Aiven's eyes.
"Ah—! No..."
Soon, in the sea of flas, only the Princess Teia, almost shredded by shrapnel, remained. Though her frontal combat ability might be average, her survivability was exceptionally tenacious.
Surrounded by endless Fire Elent Spirits, her body continued to carbonize and collapse.
Yet each ti she died, a nesting doll jumped out and shattered, releasing a tall female phantom to rge into her body, restoring the bloated maggot to its original state.
After exhausting all six layers of dolls, the grotesque maggot with a beauty mask finally exploded in the flas, revealing the evil spirit's original form.
Even without a physical body, it remained firmly bound by countless flaming chains.
"I am so beautiful, why do you reject ? Why? Ah—!"
This beautiful Princess, with a perfectly proportioned figure yet resembling a giant form, stood at least over five ters tall, far more excessive than Bradley, the Oathbreaker, who had giant bloodline at the ti.
Regardless of what she experienced during her life, she did not care about her life or death, but instead was agonized over why Aiven refused to marry her.
Like a woman abandoned, raising her head in tearful complaint, she now seed less fierce and rather a bit pitiful.
Understanding that, though this evil spirit might display wisdom, it remains insanely stubborn, Aiven showed no hint of compassion.
'Snake demon...'
Without saying a word, he sprayed a breath of blistering Dragon Breath.
Simultaneously.
Crack! Crack!
Like the sound of breaking a mirror, echoed continuously around Aiven, as streaks filled with sunlight appeared in the gloomy sky.
The fierce explosion seed to have shaken the very foundation of this Dark Side space, with cracks continually spreading to the ends of sight.
Bang—!
Soon, this space shattered completely.
Suddenly, Aiven found himself back in the normal Material World, with the whitewashed human town wholly vanished, replaced by giant stone temples amid green trees and moss.
It appeared sowhat like ancient temples used by priests, but its size was notably large, resembling a small mountain. But now, it had completely collapsed, while the surrounding lush trees and plants seed to have been ravaged by a hurricane.
Looking at these remaining traces, it was not difficult to guess that the recent fury of the Justice Iron Fist on the dark side not only broke through that Undead Realm but also affected the Material World.
"Hmm..."
In human form again, Aiven suddenly covered his nose.
Looking up, he saw a massive stone coffin, over eight ters long and beautifully carved, with one corner crushed by a fallen pillar, revealing an enormous skull, white and decayed, dead for an unknown long ti.
The stench of decay inevitably leaked out from it.
"Is this the origin of Princess Teia's birth?"
Touching his chin thoughtfully, Aiven considered that for such a posthumous treatnt, the title of princess was not too exaggerated.
Considering the already white-boned giant skeleton, the situation was clear. That entire town and various preceding scenes on the Dark Side actually resided on this possibly extraordinary female giant's corpse.
"Princess Teia's" resentnt, combined with the maggots within the corpse, spawned the monster that resembled both a demon and an evil spirit.
And her resentnt-filled soul split into six parts, each entering a puppet, becoming a vessel for certain obsessions.
However, after transforming into an evil spirit, apart from the eerie abilities born out of resentnt, she completely lost the giant's bloodline power, with her host body being rely a maggot demon lacking significant strength.
Otherwise, it would not have been so easy to deal with a giant rivaling even a giant dragon.
This giant princess's corpse exceeded five ters in height, still far from the mythical pure-blood giants that reached hundreds of ters, but already quite astonishing.
Perhaps only in the extrely magic-elent-rich interior of the "Broken Star Islands" could such mythical creatures be nurtured. Even if pure-blood dragons existed there, Aiven would not be surprised at all.
Fixing his gaze on the exposed skeleton, Aiven's face showed a smile akin to discovering a gold mine:
"Luck isn't too bad; while fighting sothing as unprofitable as an evil spirit, I unexpectedly gained a valuable trophy!"
Hiss——
Red light flickered at his fingertips, directly penetrating the giant skeleton with teeth as crystal-clear and orderly as jade.
Other wizards who pursued bloodline transformation might be powerless to extract the giant's bloodline power from these bones, but for Aiven, it was a trivial task.
Even though this giant princess at least at the Tier 3 Peak extraordinary level had died many years ago, the structure of her bones and teeth effectively protected the bone cells and enal, allowing Aiven to extract her genetic sequence without impedint.
This was also the first perfect material in Aiven's hand, aside from the giant dragon, worthy of being made into a bloodline plugin.
The ancestor of ancient giant origins, True God Mars, was the God of Agriculture, War, Royal Authority, Order, and Chaos at the beginning of the era, also known as "the murderous demon and conqueror of fortified castles."
Although he was a great being who fell into eternal silence countless millennia ago, so of his powers have been continuously passed down through the giant's bloodline.
The "Oathbreaker" Bradley, who initially had so giant bloodline, left a deep impression on Aiven by using Bloodline Ability: Titan Army and Bloodline Ability: Mars' Spear, ultimately having to be defeated by the combined forces of him and his sister.
To Bradley, whose swordsmanship skills paled compared to the siblings, the extent of bloodline amplification was evident.
Having just completed the processing of a new bloodline plugin using the Creator's Blood, Aiven suddenly felt a stir in his heart:
"Huh? The witch's signal has been restored?"
...
Whoosh——
Under the gloomy sky, three graceful figures were standing atop the head of a giant serpent, more than fifty ters long, fleeing swiftly.
The beautiful snake-eyed witch no longer possessed her initial allure, leaning weakly like a boneless snake against her two disciples, Clareesa and Leonara. Despite barely managing to stand, she kept gasping heavily.
"Huff... huff..."
Although no visible injuries were apparent, strands of white hair transford into snakes, continually sliding from her head. As they touched the ground, they hissed and turned into pools of foul-slling black liquid.
Clearly, this witch had suffered a more troubleso eerie injury than any physical wound.
"Hurry up, the Poisonous Snake Ball won't hold them for long. That strange group is about to catch up!"
Continually urging the giant serpent beneath them to flee for its life, they had just clearly suffered a major setback.
Earlier.
Because of arriving a step late, Aiven narrowly escaped disaster, facing only evil spirits and not the sharpening blades of the Ancient God's followers, while the other selected targets were not as fortunate.
In the team organized by the witch, there were mbers from the main group and helpers invited from the New Continent, divided into three teams.
The snake-eyed witch and her team were unaware of the others' situations, but as soon as their team landed on the designated island, they were imdiately swept into the Evil Spirit Realm's Dark Side, transported by chaotic rules to an unknown location.
While focusing on dealing with the evil spirits, they were unexpectedly ambushed by unforeseen enemies, with the upper-rank wizard snake-eyed witch, as the leader, bearing the brunt of the attack.
Two Tier 3 Deceitful Dream Cultists, leading from the shadows, launched Divine Skill: Delusional Heart Sound against her.
Effect: Using a darkened heart as a dium and sound as a vehicle, it bypasses physical defenses, polluting and cursing the target from the essence of spirituality.
Hitting the unsuspecting snake witch hard in one strike, they easily captured most of the exploration team.
Suddenly.
Toot— toot——
The sound of a frenzied flute echoed, and four or five gray and white octopuses, each over ten ters long, sped towards them, gliding over the ground.
Dream Guard
Even within the Dark Side, the Deceitful Dream Cultists evidently received a significant power amplification, yet they dared not fly recklessly in the sky, to avoid attracting attention from so powerful evil spirits.
Standing on the Dream Guard's head, two Tier 3 Deceitful Dream Cultists had light-purple-black tentacles extending from their faces, weaving spells with a malicious smile gradually forming at the corners of their mouths.
"Teacher, those Deceitful Dream Cultists are here!"
Frequent explorers of the Spirit Realm in magic professions, witches wouldn't fail to recognize the true identity of those enemies beneath their human disguises.
But they couldn't help sinking into deeper despair.
Yet, at that mont.
Boom——!
A dazzling flare erupted, as if it would overturn the world itself, splitting open a rift in the gloomy sky after the massive explosion.
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