Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1496 - 1422: Revealed! The Best Individual Award Winner!
The only dark horse was the one from Singapore, Dream Against the Heavens. The vast majority of people saw him for the first time in the promotional video of the annual grand ceremony a few days ago.
Among these ten nominees, aside from Huang Yi, Spirit Demon, Sword Emperor, and Dream Against the Heavens, the other six had all publicly declared that they would request to revive Huang Yi if they won.
Therefore, this award was extremely important to Qin Shiyu, Heavenly Dao, and others.
The most highly anticipated winners were undoubtedly Huang Yi, Spirit Demon, and Sword Emperor. They had all been granted titles by the system and changed the fate of players worldwide, so the Best Individual Award should rightfully be among them.
However, the final result was shocking!
The winner turned out to be the unknown Dream Against the Heavens!
Even more bizarre was that he had no accompanying award video!
Whether it was the entry, nomination, or the final victory, the big screen remained pitch black, with not a second of footage about him.
This showed that all his achievements were kept secret, with none being disclosed!
This was even more concealed than the Sharp Sword from the second annual ceremony. Although Sharp Sword was also a sudden emergence, at least some public footage existed, but Dream Against the Heavens had none.
In the promotional video at the opening of the annual grand ceremony a few days ago, his part was just a fictional scenario created by Era of Corporation to shape his character, rather than real event footage.
After winning, Dream Against the Heavens did not attend in person. A flag-bearer from Singapore accepted the award on his behalf.
Thus, the award, which Qin Shiyu, Heavenly Dao, and others had placed high hopes on, was lost!
Their hope could only be placed on the subsequent awards: [Best Power Award] and [Event of the Year].
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In the First World, Spirit Demon and Heavenly Demon were leading their army to attack a significant Naga stronghold.
"Kill!" Spirit Demon waved a large hand towards a distant island!
The next moment, tides of the Demon Clan madly surged towards that island, surrounding it from the sea, surface, and air completely!
Among them, a group of people was particularly eye-catching!
They wore black robes, and their bodies seemed weightless. Each had a semi-transparent soul rising from their backs, moving with them like a group of ghosts.
This was the Spiritual Sect Army under Spirit Demon’s command. The Spiritual Sect had expanded into multiple worlds, invading countless religious systems, converting their believers into its own, including even strong individuals at the Divine Domain level.
They all took Spirit Demon as their faith. The stronger Spirit Demon was, the stronger they became, simultaneously feeding back strength to Spirit Demon, enhancing both!
These days, under Spirit Demon’s leadership, they had demonstrated formidable combat power, invincible on the battlefield.
"You shall not occupy..." A Naga expert from the distant island had not even finished speaking when he was flooded by the Spiritual Sect believers!
When those believers spread out again, only a mummified corpse remained.
The Naga expert’s soul had been completely absorbed!
"Spirit Demon, your Spiritual Sect Army is too powerful!" At this moment, Heavenly Demon, admiringly flicking the Bloodstained Elegance behind, approached Spirit Demon and clicked his tongue.
Spirit Demon smiled proudly, "Of course! The Spiritual Sect feeds on souls, and only through constant warfare can we acquire food endlessly. Otherwise, the believers of the Spiritual Sect would starve to death! Once you join the Spiritual Sect, there is no rest for life; you must always seek new battlefields to devour new souls!"
Heavenly Demon glanced at the proud smile of Spirit Demon with a sour heart. He was supposed to be the strongest of the three New Kings, the first to become the Heaven-Sent Demon King, the first to reach the Divine Domain, the first to win a completed Magic Instrument. Even the King of Greed bestowed precious greed on him, and the King of Hell specifically dispatched him alone to the mountaintop of Purgatory...
But due to the God of Slaughter, he lost his Magic Dragon Wings, fell out of favor with the King of Hell, and his power lagged increasingly behind Spirit Demon’s.
If not for the God of Slaughter, he would at least match Spirit Demon’s strength, perhaps even surpass it!
If not for the God of Slaughter, he’d have won the Best Newcomer Award at this annual ceremony. Months earlier, he had already booked a ticket to New Zealand and repeatedly revised his acceptance speech, rehearsing countless nights in front of a mirror, all to stand on stage and hold his head high before a global audience!
But on the awards day, none of these speeches were used, and the Best Newcomer Award went to the Ice Queen!
The more Heavenly Demon thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, taking a deep breath to quell his inner fury. Then he opened his eyes, turned to look at Spirit Demon, and said, "According to the timing, the Best Individual Award should be announced soon. It’s almost certain to be yours this time! The only ones who could compete with you are the God of Slaughter and Sword Emperor, but they’ve both already won the Best Individual Award, so they shouldn’t win it again!"
Spirit Demon grinned at the overwhelming invasion of the Naga territory by the Spiritual Sect Army, nodded confidently, and said, "Of course! Besides the God of Slaughter and Sword Emperor, who else could challenge me? I’ve already arranged for someone to go to the scene, who will accept the award on my behalf. Good news will soon reach us."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly received a message from the person he had sent to pick up the award.
He smiled, turned his head to the Heavenly Demon, and said, "You Chinese have a saying: speak of the Devil and he will appear. Look, the person I arranged is sending me a message right now!"
Saying that, he opened the message to take a look.
The next moment, his smile froze on his face as he stared blankly at the message that was sent to him.
Seeing the expression on the Spirit Demon’s face, the Heavenly Demon couldn’t help but feel puzzled. "What happened?"
"I didn’t win the award!" the Spirit Demon replied in a daze.
"Oh?" The Heavenly Demon was also taken aback. "Who won? The God of Slaughter or the Sword Emperor?"
"Neither!" The Spirit Demon shook his head, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
"What? Then who else? Who else can be on par with the three of you?"
"Someone named Dream Against the Heavens, a player from Singapore."
"Dream Against the Heavens? Never heard of him! Dream Against the Heavens... Dream, could he be a player from the Dream Tribe?"
"It’s possible!" The Spirit Demon nodded thoughtfully. "The Dream Tribe is the current number one race in the universe. Players they have nurtured carefully could indeed reach a height like mine. The Dream Spirit from the Dream Tribe was already very strong, and it’s not improbable that there are players in the Dream Tribe even stronger than her."
"The Dream Tribe... that’s bad news. Some time ago, when the God of Slaughter ascended, the Palace Master [Dream Blue Demoness·Meng Canglan] from the Five Elders of the Dream Tribe personally sent a clone over and established diplomatic relations with the Second World on behalf of the Dream Tribe. If they don’t appreciate it and want to go to war with us, we’ll be in big trouble." The Heavenly Demon’s expression turned grave.
"You two little Demon Clan brats, you’ve played long enough. It’s time to end this farce!" Just then, an evil voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth!
Subsequently, the seawater from all directions rapidly rose, quickly forming a water prison, imprisoning the realm where the Spirit Demon and the Heavenly Demon were.
In the distant sky, a group of majestic figures approached in a mighty procession.
At the forefront was the Naga Patriarch—Medusa the Gorgon. Her eyes had turned red, emitting a bloodthirsty and crazed light, entirely different from her previous image.
Behind her were a dozen or so Naga strong people from the Divine Domain, holding up a red banner, with the image of a Giant Python drawn on it.
Their eyes also emitted a bloody glow, looking ruthlessly at the Spirit Demon and the Heavenly Demon within the water prison.
However, the gazes of the Heavenly Demon and the Spirit Demon did not linger on them but were fixed intently on the Gorgon’s neck.
A mysterious Giant Python was coiled around her neck! It was identical to the image on the Naga banners!
The Giant Python emanated a blood-colored light, as dazzling as the sun, completely overshadowing the Gorgon and the Nagas’ aura.
Moreover, its tail was coiled around a very sensitive area below the Gorgon, an area confirmed to be the Naga Tribe’s mating spot!
Even more bizarre, the Gorgon’s belly was noticeably swollen, seemingly pregnant.
Beneath the skin of her belly, some strip-like forms were constantly wriggling, as if a batch of little snakes was about to be born.
"Hmm? When did such a figure emerge among the Nagas?" The Spirit Demon and the Heavenly Demon exchanged glances, both extremely surprised.
They were well-informed on the Naga matters and knew that the most powerful among the Nagas was the Patriarch, Medusa the Gorgon, along with several Ancestral Elders of the Illusory Gods.
Yet, the python coiled around the Gorgon now was unlike any Naga recorded in their data.
Additionally, the Nagas’ red-glowing eyes were vastly different from their usual appearance, but closely resembled the red light on the Giant Python, as if they were controlled by it.
The little snakes in the Gorgon’s belly were likely the offspring of that mysterious python!
Nagas are usually oviparous, hatching from snake eggs. Only very rare aberrant species are born viviparous.
All indications suggest that the mysterious Giant Python is an extraordinary figure.
"Heavenly Demon, Spirit Demon! This is the end for you. The First World does not welcome the arrival of your Demon Clan!" At this moment, a majestic voice came from another direction.
The Spirit Demon and the Heavenly Demon immediately turned their heads to look in the other direction.
In the distance, there was another group of shining figures, advancing in a grand procession.
Leading them was a man clad in animal skin, with colorful drawings painted on his face, resembling a primitive savage. It was none other than Sodoros, the Patriarch of the Cult of the Barbarian God.
