Chapter 1968: Chapter 1968: Severed Arm
Here’s the translation:
Crack, crack, crack…
Cracks appeared on the top of the pyramid, as if something inside was trying to break out.
“Everyone, let’s protect the pyramid together.”
The Dance King said loudly, his face changing.
The other kings slowly opened their eyes, but it seemed that their consciousness hadn’t fully returned due to prolonged slumber, their gazes empty.
Yet, they possessed a certain instinct, and following the Dance King’s words, they positioned themselves at the four corners of the pyramid.
Their bodies became engulfed in flames, forming a single entity, while the Dance King moved under the pyramid, supporting it. The flames of the eight kings enveloped the entire pyramid.
Originally illusory, the flames seemed to turn substantive, and from the outside, the pyramid appeared somewhat hazy and elusive.
And the golden hand that struck the pyramid shattered directly, causing Amon to roar furiously.
“Traitors, destroy them for me.”
Amon’s golden body, initially seated above the sacrificial field, suddenly stood and stepped forward. This step crossed the void, arriving directly beside the pyramid.
The same punch, but this time it wasn’t just energy manifest, it was Amon’s golden body itself.
A brilliant radiance exploded, sending the bodies of the four kings flying, their flames scattered, crashing into sturdy buildings and creating massive man-sized holes.
The other Salary Kings’ flames flickered as they carried the pyramid away, and from within the pyramid came a sound of frenzied impact, seemingly echoing with the outside, making the cracks at the pyramid’s top even more pronounced.
Yet Amon was also shaken back, with numerous cracks appearing on the golden arm, but it quickly restored itself.
Swish, swish, swish…
Without waiting for Amon to act further, the other four Salary Kings flew up once more, their eyes showing a hint of light, indicating their consciousness was gradually recovering.
“Evil God, you claim to be invincible, but now you seem ordinary. We eight ashes can contend with you; if we were in our prime, you would be nothing. What kind of deity, nothing more. Why don’t you wake up? This Evil God wants to sacrifice the impending collapse of this world, seeking survival for himself. When the time comes, this world will be destroyed, and you and I will both be obliterated in the void.”
The Dance King said loudly, looking at the believers below.
Many believers engaged in fierce battle with the undead showed hesitance, while some of the undead hoarsely protested, declaring themselves not to be evil.
This is the ultimate fate of all who follow Amon, with no so-called Sacred Realm existing, simply burning their lives until only ashes remain.
“Who says there’s no Sacred Realm,” the archbishop’s voice echoed through the city, “The Sacred Realm my God speaks of is the prime plane, whose domain is boundless, surrounded by countless worlds like ours. It is the center for all living beings, where sunlight shines and all things thrive. Several evil kings destroyed our holy city, sealed us for countless years, and we didn’t become pitiful undead; this is the favor of deity. As long as we help our God regain the sealed divine body, our great Amon Sacred God will carry us across to the Sacred Realm using his body as a great ark. As long as we are united, the Sacred Realm will belong to us.”
When spoken, this seems genuine. In the desperate world, one might indeed be incited.
But the players find it laughable; is the prime plane really so simple? The Burning Legion couldn’t achieve it back then, nor could the powerful ancient gods.
This holy city appears crowded, but these few adherents don’t even qualify as a tribe, let alone possess territory on the prime plane, lacking even a place to settle down and survive.
If they wish to be independent, you don’t need any factions to act; players would eagerly divide them up.
Thinking they could rule the prime plane, this bumpkin god, what’s the point even if he regains full power?
The audience doesn’t know the more serious issue is that surviving as an ancient god form is essentially courting disaster; even manufacturing an ancient god body wouldn’t work.
They would certainly become a public enemy, then form a dungeon, farmed a thousand times.
As Amon saw the pyramid moving away with the flow of several Salary Kings, his gaze landed on Li Yao watching the show in the array, unable to suppress his rage.
The Enchantress swiftly turned into smoke and sprinted to the distance, knowing she couldn’t partake in such a grand battle for now.
“Little insect, you really think I can’t deal with you, let’s see how arrogant you can be.”
Amon stepped once more, his figure abruptly appearing above the archbishop’s manor, punching out as before.
Li Yao’s eyes were cold as stars, his arrows flying swiftly, numerous phantoms appearing, and the arrows striking Amon’s arm.
“It’s useless. You’re strong, but you’re weak. Your level is too low; that’s your biggest flaw.”
As Amon’s golden body’s fist moved, the sturdy tiles of the manor’s roof were swept away.
The audience’s hearts raced wildly; this strike was too powerful.
Countless tendrils withdrew from above the sacrificial field, layering into thick layers of protection.
But the golden fist pushed through fiercely; every layer of the tendrils could only temporarily block, though they corroded the golden arm, unable to fully stop it.
The array emitted a brilliant light at its pinnacle, collapsing with the punch, but the force also diminished significantly.
“I said, you’re too weak,” Amon sneered coldly.
“Is that so,” Li Yao retreated violently as the Valkyrie Wing enveloped him.
Bang!
Countless silver feathers shattered, and Li Yao’s body flew back.
“You won’t escape.”
The golden arm spread wide, seemingly capable of penetrating the void, reaching for Li Yao.
“Now, strike!”
A figure suddenly appeared, and the great sword in their hand emitted an intense glow, so dazzling even the audience watching the live broadcast was temporarily blinded.
Boom, boom, boom…
First came the resounding crash of a heavy object collapsing a building, followed by the audience seeing a giant golden arm falling into the ruins.
Amon staggered backward, nearly losing balance.
Li Yao’s mechanical avatars stood opposite each other, coldly saying, “Cut off your arm as a penalty. If you dare provoke me again, I’ll unite with the Eight Kings to kill you. It’s just a barely functional newly merged gold body; where do you get your confidence? Ignorance isn’t wrong, but if you’re ignorant without learning, always acting superior, you can only return to the dust.”
“You…”
Amon, stabilizing himself, couldn’t believe his eyes; his arm had been severed.
“You what, my sword is an ancient times blade embryo, forged after Dragon Bath with original divine blood, tempered by protective firepower, just a weapon. What is your newly formed gold body compared to?”…