In the dream realm, the Book of Knowledge exclaid in joy: "The descent ceremony went wrong, and they were killed by their own kind!"
Rod laughed: "That’s really great."
With a wave of his hand, under a spread of white mist, nine flesh giants erged from the air, and the battle among the flesh puppets began.
Being creations of the Blood God, their mutual slaughter only delayed the Blood God’s arrival.
Subsequently, Rod began scattering regular "soul ashes," with hordes of immature flesh puppet larvae joining the fight. Unable to mature, they were no match for the flesh puppets and were easily slaughtered in large numbers.
In the souls of the flesh puppet larvae, a soul sending ceremony rang out to stop the Blood God’s descent, and the slaughter among their kind further delayed His arrival.
Finally, the aura of the God of Contaminated Blood began to wane.
anwhile, the battle between Takxis and Gauss also saw a reversal.
Mod, no longer having to suppress countless flesh puppets, joined their battle. The two strongest in Saint Reel confronted one, imdiately seizing a trendous advantage.
But the black fog continued to gather in Gauss’s body, allowing him to withstand their fierce assault.
However, Takxis wasn’t in a hurry. He keenly sensed that Gauss’s soul was slowly crumbling, as if sothing was affecting him. This soul-based collapse couldn’t be reversed even by the black fog.
Gradually, the crumbling of his soul began to affect his spiritual energy. Black fog spewed from his soul, his spiritual energy started to drain, and his defensive capabilities weakened.
Swish!
Takxis thrust his sword, piercing through his spiritual defense, leaving a massive gash on his body. Burning flas lingered in the wound, continuously scorching his flesh.
He was weakened!
Takxis and Mod attacked in unison, Gauss’s counterattacks were still fierce, but his movents grew sluggish. Clearly, he was nearing his limit.
At this mont, countless tentacles suddenly sprouted from his body, wildly assaulting his soul, tearing it apart, weakening his defenses. Inside his body and on the surface of his soul, the flow of his spiritual power rapidly diminished.
Though the tentacles were quickly eradicated, his defenses had been significantly compromised.
Suddenly, Mod exerted force, and white smoke, like a giant hand, grasped his limbs.
In the next second, a dazzling fla giant sword pierced through his body, impaling his soul.
As the flas subsided, Gauss had turned to ashes. This strongest warrior of the Saint Rel Kingdom died just like that.
And Rod stood behind the ashes, having just retracted his right hand.
An invisible grey mist entered his body; he almost missed capturing the soul, but fortunately, Gauss was very strong. Even when subjected to such a fatal attack, he held on for 0.1 seconds longer, giving Rod the opportunity.
[Gauss’s Soul]
[The Soul of a Strong King]
[Possessing a Strong Source]
[Owning fifteen sources]
[The soul of soone known as the strongest warrior of Saint Rel Kingdom, marked by extre hatred for monsters. But in the end, his extre hatred was drowned by extre fear, his will destroyed, his spirit broken. He used the sword that killed countless monsters to kill himself and buried the last hope of Saint Rel Kingdom.]
[The soul is twisted and cannot be used normally. Sacrificing it is the best course of action]
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With Gauss’s death, the space experienced intense vibrations.
The air began to distort, visions beca blurred, and overlapping shadows appeared before the eyes.
Mod shouted in sheer joy: "The distortion hub of space has been destroyed, it’s restoring to its original state!"
Joy also surfaced in Takxis’s eyes:
"We’ve won, let’s hurry to the other side. As long as the distorted space resets, we can exit the Shattered Mountains."
Rod felt imnse excitent too; having gone through so much, it was finally reaching the end.
But at that mont, an ethereal voice echoed in the air.
"Hehehehe, you think you’ve won?"
The spiritual energy in all three of them suddenly erupted.
"Traitor!"
Takxis’s eyes turned red.
"Galahad, I would recognize your voice even if it turned to ash."
The voice burst into a manic laugh: "Foolish ones, Galahad, Takxis, those are rely titles, with no essential difference. I do not have just one title, and you have more than one na."
Amidst the laughter, Rod nonchalantly scanned the surroundings. In the sight of the Eye of the Soul, countless blurred shadows floated all around.
"It’s Acher!"
In the dream realm, Asa shouted.
"One of the three most powerful Ancient Evil Thoughts, his thought strength is extrely high, his abilities very strong. These are his shadows of fear, don’t let them infiltrate your mind; they’ll endlessly amplify the fear in your heart, turning you into a slave to fear."
The pages of the Book of Knowledge began to tremble, overwhelming fear rising from its depths: "Master, Master, I’m afraid I’m being influenced again, I’m terrified of Master failing and getting killed... the dream realm being destroyed... I’m uncontrollably wanting to flee from here..."
Rod imdiately returned to the dream realm, grabbed the Book of Knowledge, placed it into a bookshelf, and sealed it with spiritual energy.
"Asa, do you have a way to find him?"
Asa hesitantly replied: "I’m not sure, the concealnt abilities of the shadow of fear are very strong. Its true form could be in any shadow, and I’m not skilled at searching."
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