God´s Eyes Chapter 221
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Forcefully circulating more mana through his lower body in order to enhance his weightless step technique, allowed him to break through his current limit for a short period.
His body ached and Jason had to grit his teeth to endure it, as he saw the bright sun rays shining through the entrance, which was barely several dozen meters away from him.
Next to him, he could see a few horrified workers running past him with their mana core and physique at the Maser-rank, as the first sun rays shone on his fair skin.
Pressing his eyes together, Jason felt uncomfortable with the sun rays shining on him because he hadn't seen any sunlight for almost two weeks.
But this didn't matter for now, because the shockwave caused by the monstrous explosion threw him through the air into a bunch of thorny bushes.
Groaning, Jason was glad that he decided to have Scorpio occupy his mana core because the thorns couldn't pierce through the exoskeleton.
Trying to stand up, he immediately felt dense death mana enveloping him, causing him to frown, as he forced his eyes open.
Dazzled by the sunlight, Jason could barely see something, but upon looking through the ground at the rough position where the explosion happened, he could only gasp.
'Nobody….' His eyes widened involuntarily and upon focusing his attention on his mana eyes, he noticed that not a single being survived, not even Lux's undead soulbonds because he couldn't perceive any mana fluctuations from them anymore.
There was only one fluctuating mana core, causing a terrified grimace to appear on his face.
'He is still alive?!'
Lux seemed to be alive, but Jason wondered why he would cause such a big explosion, which killed every single of his soulbonds.
'Was that planned?' He wondered and until now, Lux seemed to have plan everything and Jason doubted that this was not within his estimations.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be a reason for him to wait for the larger groups of humans which hunted him.
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He would have approached them one after another to increase the number of his small undead army.
The black cocoon around Lux slowly dissipated and Jason's eyes were drawn to him.
He didn't even care about the chaos around him, with several dozen injured humans crying out in pain and agony while a thick death-aura permeated through the air.
Apparently, the area around Lux turned relatively spacious, because Jason saw him walking towards what was left from the humans that died, with the undead blood-soul sphere in his hand.
Frowning, he suddenly saw over a hundred soul worlds emerging, as the blood-soul sphere lightened up before it absorbed them slowly.
'What is he doing? Shouldn't even the bones be shattered into smithereens by the explosion? Is it even possible to resurrect all of them?' He wondered, with disgust spreading over his face.
But what Jason saw next, caused him to frown, before his expression changed to one of astonishment, followed by shock.
'That is possible?!'
Next to Lux emerged a tall human-shaped being emerged, which he estimated to be roughly a low-unblemished being, while the color he perceived was a faint green, indicating the potential of a magical ranked beast.
Because Lux could only contract beings with a death affinity, Jason was shocked to see an undead with the possibility to increase its strength, which he never heard before.
But that was not it, as the undead blood-soul sphere that gathered the soul worlds before, expelled a faint compressed liquid drop, which floated towards the undead being next to Lux.
The mysterious liquid drop enveloped the undead being's mana core, which began to shine brightly before it began to absorb it.
Neither its mana core rank nor anything like that changed, but thanks to his special ability, he noticed the faint color enveloping the undead becoming denser before it slowly turned into a faint purple.
'It increased its potential!? What the hell is this undead being and this undead blood-soul sphere… Where did he get them from?!'
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Jason was extremely shocked when he noticed someone dragging him away from the bush he was still standing in.
"Are you insane!! Run away!!" Jason faintly heard as he looked up to see a young man in his 20s holding his arm in order to force him to run away from the cave.
His facial features were above average but the terrified expression worsened his looks.
But who would care about something like this in such a situation?
Remembering that he barely survived the explosion created by Lux, Jason gathered his senses to say "Thanks", before he loosened the young man's grasp around his wrist.
Even if the young man wanted to help him more, he noticed that the black-haired youth's speed couldn't keep up with a Master-rank physique, which slowed both down.
The young man was still terrified, but he decided to help Jason, even if it wasn't necessary, which caused him to feel gratitude towards the young man.
After the young man saw that Jason came back to his senses, he nodded his head, before wishing him good luck, as he rushed after his own group.
'Well, it's better than nothing, huh?' Jason thought as he noticed the group of Master-ranked workers running around like crazy hens, without a set goal.
He wasn't sure why he could remain relatively calm right now, but somehow Jason's mindset began to think of all kinds of things.
It was extremely problematic to see Lux having the capabilities to increase his soulbond's potential by absorbing soul worlds from humans.
Seeing how reckless Lux acted in order to achieve his goal, which was still unknown to Jason, he felt scared and nervous.
But even if he felt emotionally unstable right now, his mind was working at an unimaginable speed.
'He won't attack the highland plateau immediately, because his soulbond is barely at the unblemished rank, even though its potential is extremely high...His whole army should be eradicated, which means he has to replenish them...As such he will most likely hunt small groups of beasts or humans...Beasts are said to be harder to resurrect, but that doesn't mean the same applies for Lux, as he is in the possession of this weird sphere...The only good thing is, that he can't leave the four-star rift, just like that… otherwise he will be caught and tortured in order to find out his secrets…'
Thinking about all of this, Jason remembered the explosion and his extremely aggressive behavior, as a sudden thought appeared in his mind.
'Does he even want to leave the four-star rift? Has he a different way out?... wait... let's think for a moment….Without any support, he shouldn't be able to get his hands on the undead blood-soul sphere, and neither should any human, even the big families on Canir...Does this means he obtained it from someone else...maybe a foreign intelligent race?!… Have they a way to bring him back Lux back, if he wouldn't enter the rift?
We don't know much about temporary or even permanent rifts, but that doesn't mean it had to be the same for other races…'
There was no answer to his train of thoughts and he could only assume things.
However, one fact was sure!
Someone backed up Lux, which was extremely scary, considering that he was also a human, who emotionlessly massacred others in order to achieve his goal.
The main issue was also that Lux could be said to be invincible within the four-star rift, as long as his weird soulbond reached the magical rank within the next few days, which would be extremely bad.
As such, Jason decided to immediately rush back to the highland plateau in order to report what happened, while he was still unsure what to do after that.
'It's probably the best to just leave, huh?'
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