Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher! Chapter 41: Shock

A faint smile ford beneath the Butcher’s Mask.

"Congratulations."

The giant ape froze.

Amon raised his sword.

"You’ve successfully angered ."

The mont those words fell, the entire battlefield beca silent.

The raging magma.

The collapsing cliffs.

Even the howling winds.

Everything seed to freeze.

An eerie yellow radiance spread outward from Amon’s body.

It was beautiful.

Yet for so reason, every creature present felt a chill crawl through their souls.

The giant ape’s instincts scread.

Run.

Run!

RUN!

For the first ti since becoming the ruler of this dungeon, the creature felt genuine terror.

Without hesitation, it turned around.

Then fled.

BOOOOM!!!

Its colossal body exploded forward.

The earth shattered beneath its feet.

Magma erupted into the sky.

The Dungeon Lord abandoned all dignity and attempted to escape.

Amon rely watched.

A trace of amusent appeared in his eyes.

"Too late."

The Winter Frost Blade slowly rose.

A cold darkness began gathering around the blade.

Not mana.

Not elental energy.

Sothing else.

Sothing deeper.

Sothing that felt as though it originated from the abyss itself.

The surrounding shadows began stretching unnaturally.

The sunlight dimd.

The temperature plumted.

Even the magma rivers seed to lose their brilliance.

Amon’s voice echoed softly across the battlefield.

"Abyssal Soul Requiem Sword Art."

The fifth form of the Elegant Netherblade Sword Technique.

The world seed to darken.

An enormous phantom moon appeared high above the battlefield.

Its pale light illuminated everything below.

For a brief mont.

The giant ape saw sothing.

Countless figures.

Countless shadows.

Countless dead souls standing beneath that moon.

Watching.

Waiting.

The creature’s body trembled violently.

Its soul instinctively sensed what was coming.

Amon swung his sword.

Swish.

The movent was unbelievably simple.

A casual slash.

Nothing more.

Yet the mont the blade moved, a black crescent silently erged.

It drifted forward.

Slowly.

Almost gently.

The giant ape roared.

Every ounce of power within its body erupted.

Its magma surged.

Its fists smashed forward.

The surrounding earth exploded.

The attack collided with the black crescent.

And passed through it.

The creature froze.

It felt nothing.

No pain.

No impact.

No wound.

The black crescent continued forward before quietly disappearing into its chest.

Silence.

Several seconds passed.

The giant ape lowered its head.

Confusion appeared in its burning eyes.

Nothing happened.

Then...

A black fla ignited deep within its chest.

The creature roared.

BOOOOOM!!!

Another fla appeared.

Then another.

Then dozens.

Then hundreds.

The black flas spread throughout its entire body.

The magma flowing through its cracks rapidly dimd.

Its movents slowed.

Its vitality weakened.

The giant ape’s expression gradually shifted from confusion to terror.

Because it could feel it.

Its soul was burning.

Not its body.

Its soul.

The black flas consud everything they touched.

mories.

Instincts.

Life force.

Existence itself.

The giant ape slamd its fists into its own chest.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Trying desperately to extinguish the flas.

Nothing worked.

The flas only spread further.

Amon stood silently.

Watching.

The creature’s roars gradually weakened.

Its enormous body trembled.

Then collapsed to its knees.

Boom.

The entire canyon shook.

The giant ape stared at Amon.

Its eyes filled with fear.

Despair.

And finally...

Acceptance.

The black flas reached its head.

The burning crimson light within its eyes vanished.

Its body remained intact.

Yet sothing essential was gone.

The next instant...

The colossal corpse collapsed forward.

BOOOOOM!!!

The canyon trembled violently.

Silence followed.

No explosion.

No spectacular destruction.

Just death.

Absolute death.

The black flas continued burning for several monts before finally fading away.

Then the gigantic corpse dissolved into countless particles of white light.

A brilliant dungeon core dropped onto the scorched earth.

[Ding! Congratulations! You have leveled up!]

Amon lowered his sword.

The yellow radiance surrounding him slowly disappeared, and his eyes flickered with surprise.

He’d used the fifth form before; however, it hadn’t been this terrifying.

It seed that with the increase in his level, the explosiveness and terror of the divine sword technique had risen to another level entirely.

Amon’s eyes flashed with a curious glint.

Now he had enough mana to use the sixth form, so he was curious.

Just how terrifying was it?

He shook his head and pushed the thought aside.

Initially, he thought that the Elegant Netherworld Blade Technique seed a little weak for their level. However, he didn’t expect that it wasn’t the technique that was weak, but rather that he had been the weaker one.

The sa thing applied to the divine sword and his divine physique.

He’d realized that as he grew stronger, they began displaying their equally terrifying might.

The sword could now instinctively appear in its master’s hand without Amon calling it, as though it possessed a asure of intelligence.

His strength was explosive and could rival that of B-rank beasts despite being only C-rank.

Besides, his physique was strong enough to handle the explosive backlash of using the divine sword techniques.

Amon was also curious about just how terrifying his healing capabilities had beco.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Amon’s lips.

’I just need to get stronger. At S-rank, the techniques should be able to destroy worlds, right?’

A cold glint appeared in Amon’s eyes.

The day was far from over.

Because after stepping into S-rank, it was ti to clear the Divine Infant Organization.

He turned to Moon.

The clone had finished dealing with the remaining creatures that had been paralyzed by the aura of his battle with the Dungeon Lord.

With the dungeon cleared, Amon turned to Moon calmly.

"Let’s head to the next dungeon."

He placed a hand on Moon’s shoulder, and they both vanished completely.

The dungeon rumbled incessantly for a few seconds before collapsing.

In the outside world, the n were still standing nervously, waiting for the Butcher and the Monarch of Death to co out.

It had been more than thirty minutes since they’d entered.

Earlier, they’d discussed the matter and ultimately decided to go ahead with the plan to call the higher authorities.

A car had long since arrived.

Joy stood outside with her arms folded.

Her eyes stared coldly at the gate.

Her C-rank pressure blasted outward.

She was finally going to encounter the Butcher again. Her excitent couldn’t be contained.

Beside her...

A young man wearing dark glasses stood.

He was from Center City and had been given orders by the Human Alliance to co and help the Cold Moon District deal with their B-rank dungeon.

However, after telling him about the dangers of the Butcher and the Monarch of Death, Joy had been able to obtain his help, and they were finally about to deal with the Butcher.

Just then, the spiraling dungeon gate shook slightly.

Bang!

The next instant, it exploded into fragnts.

Everyone’s eyes widened in alarm.

Cleared?

The dungeon had been cleared?!

In barely thirty minutes?

Joy remained frozen in shock until the man beside her drew her attention.

"I thought you said they were inside the dungeon?" He turned to stare at her, slight anger visible in his eyes. "A dungeon can only be closed when everyone inside is either dead or has already left. What a waste of ti."

He snorted and entered the car.

"Take out of here."

Hearing his words, Joy was dumbfounded.

She stared at the gate, her face filled with confusion.

It was impossible for the Butcher to have died.

She didn’t know why she thought that.

She just didn’t believe the Butcher could die!!!

Suddenly, her phone rang...

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Joy furrowed her brows and picked it up after noticing it was her ergency contact.

She was only called through that line whenever there was an ergency.

Suddenly, a stupefied expression appeared on Joy’s face.

"You an, the Butcher has been spotted at another C-rank dungeon?"