Once Human, Now A Parasite Chapter 227
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"To think you wanted to defeat me, a Sovereign? That's just wishful thinking, even with monstrous abilities like yours."
The old man looked at Arthur with an evil grin, he enjoyed the miserable look of his enemy. He didn't dare drop his guard as the illusory hands protected from both sides.
Blood leaked out of Arthur's ugly wounds, he reeked of blood and the bitter taste of this red liquid never left his mouth. He was so weakened that he could barely move, the passives were turned off but their after effect took a huge toll on his mind and body.
If he did not turn on the pain immunity, he would have collapsed from the pain long ago. Half-kneeling on the floor, Arthur grinned as he stared back at the old man, who was oblivious to what's about to happen.
Arthur used all the remaining of his Nether Energy to activate his ultimate skill, Rizaki. He used Dark Magic for this one so he won't cause himself a lot of damage, the only thing to do now is waiting for it since it required a short period of time to explode.
The small dark dot was decreasing in size but the intensity and quantity of Dark Magic inside of it are tremendous. He was certain that a lot of people would be harmed in the process and that's unfortunate, but he couldn't afford to let himself be caught or killed like this, not after all he had done to kill the Spatial Master. He had a family waiting for him, a wife and a daughter, a long life to live and it's definitely not some old foggy that's going to steal that from him.
If worse comes to worse, he would even break his chains to kill this bastard then travel to Earth, passing the rest of his remaining time with his wife. However, Rizaki is a powerful and frightening skill, even if the Sovereign was at his peak state, it would do enough damage to kill him or heavily injure him, buying Arthur enough time to retreat.
He no longer wanted to kill the enemy, escaping alive is better than perishing here even if it costs being hunted by strong people and having his trump cards and skills known to them.
"It's such a shame, really… if you were smart enough to surrender, you would have become a good seed to nurture, however, you were consumed by the Dark Magic and your soul has become tainted."
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The old man stopped a few meters away from Arthur and raised his hand, emitting Holy light that landed on Arthur, intending to finish him once and for all.
"Hahahah *cough* tainted? Consumed? That's just you twisting words *cough* but you are right in one thing… it's already too late."
As Arthur finished his sentence, darkness that covered the whole area, the city, the mountains and stretching as far as a thousand miles. It blocked the view of every living being, all they could see is darkness, be it Gods or Sovereigns, they were all alike, trapped in this ominous darkness that brought fear, uneasiness, and dread to all who are trapped inside of it.
The old man's smiling face froze as Arthur disappeared from his view, he clutched his hand, adding more power to the Holy Light but there was no light, the darkness consumed everything, no matter how much Nether Energy he injected, he was helpless.
Kang Amidel, who was watching from afar, was also freaked out by this, he took out an old box and opened it, causing small, almost inexistent light to emanate from a pure drop of water laying there.
Without any slight hesitation, he threw the drop of water into his mouth then followed with several hand seals but despite this, the darkness was still scaring him. Light a candle in a small dark room, his body flashed with a blue light, this comforted him as his treasure had worked but the danger was still around.
He didn't dare to waste time as he rushed straight towards the direction of the city. With all his view covered by this ominous darkness, all he could hope for was that he was heading towards the right way else it would be catastrophic if the city is destroyed.
He didn't know what exactly happened, but he guessed that this was the last trick the grey-haired man had. He too, thought that the fight was over and it was the old man's win, never did he think a nightmare would befall on him this suddenly.
A growling soon followed the falling darkness, it brought chills to whoever heard it and many weak cultivators couldn't handle the terror, passing out on the spot.
The Darkness lasted for only a minute, but it felt like a day for most of those who experienced it. The high leveled skill [Nightmare] that those who are skilled in Darkness attribute have is absolutely nothing compared to this, the skill only had a radius of a dozen meters at most, but this one exceeded a hundred miles!
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This was only the beginning for the Sovereign, the chilling beastly voice invaded his mind, bringing with it fear, terror and desperation.
He could only think of escaping this, even retaliation was deemed as useless in this situation. He spat more than ten drops of Blood Essence, not caring about the high cost or the backlash he may suffer later.
The old man's aura became majestic, pushing a bit of the darkness away but the darkness was still trying to consume the light? With two opposite energies were colliding with each other, coupled with the different environment the old man was currently at, the space was nonexistent, the other attributes were nonexistent, there existed light and an overwhelming quantity of Darkness.
"This is impossible!"
The Sovereign shouted angrily, his face became pale white from the sacrifice of this precious Blood Essence, what's sadder is that he could barely fight off the darkness, moving would weaken the light and cause him to be consumed by this hell.
Another minute passed slowly and now the light emanating from the old man weakened, only a small dot of light was left, barely enough to protect the old man, however, this ended when the darkness concentrated on that light.
The radius of the darkness shortened as Arthur focused on the old man, this resulted in having only half of the city covered by the nightmare.
Fortunately, Amidel was able to activate some kind of mechanism that allowed the darkness to not affect neither the city or its citizens. He stood outside of this terror, gazing at it with a fearful expression, even a Sovereign such as himself felt nothing but dread, if he was the target, he knew that it was almost impossible to escape.
The darkness' rage shortened every second until it only encompassed a small area, where the old man and Arthur were. Its shortening continued until it became a dark orb with the old man still trapped inside, the growling noise finally ended but the calm winds started howling and raging, the atmosphere became eerie, rocks started floating and trees were forcibly rooted from the earth.
The process was slow but the explosion finally occurred, like a thermonuclear bomb being detonated. The ear-deafening sound was enough to create ravaging sound waves that obliterated the already destroyed mountains. The main explosion sound followed, making the previously created crater to disappear, transforming into a bottomless abyss. The ground turned jet black and the sunny day turned into a gloomy night.
The city was barely protected a shiny blue barrier defended against the main explosion, there were cracks all over it but it still managed to protect the inhabitant from the impact.
The old man, who was at the center of it was nowhere to be seen, the only thing left was a pool of blood. Arthur made use of the two minutes the darkness was present to enter retreated a safe distance, with a Dark Barrier still up and his immunity to Dark Magic, the only damage he suffered was from the explosion.
Whether it was the sneakily fleeing Gargoyles or any cultivators which were curious enough to come to watch this fight, they were all injured, many were killed on the spot and countless were heavily injured if not crippled.
Rose was protected by Tarathiel, who didn't hesitate in taking out a treasure to protect his people. She was the one who was least injured as her white armor played a huge role in keeping her alive and well.
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An enormous dark dust cloud could be seen from hundreds of miles away, it stretched high up in the sky, making the area look like hell had risen there.
Arthur was not in a good state either, despite being the one who cast Rizaki. He lost an arm, that was blown off by the explosion and his legs were severely injured, rendering him useless, not even able to walk.
His body leaned on a broken tree and a couple of meters in front of him was a humongous cliff where the bottom could not be seen. The earth was jet black and chilling winds twirled, a couple of big tornadoes resulted from Rizaki could be seen deep into the abyss, each of them was strong enough to instantly kill a peak Immortal.
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