I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 661 - 480: Greedy Demon God VS Demon!
Chapter 661 -480: Greedy Demon God VS Demon!
The enormous arena fell into a deathly silence.
Fresh blood dripped steadily from the severed head of White Eagle, still attached to his neck, exuding an eerie and malevolent aura.
The “Spirit Storm Rune” continued to pulsate with white light. The storm was fierce and powerful, even possessing penetrating capabilities. Most of the people present, swept by its force, had already fallen into a comatose state.
Only Guo Dafeng, Jin Dongliang, Old Cat, and Miss Conch remained conscious, having been prepared in advance.
Yet even they dared not let their guard down, a faint shiver running down their spines—they could now confirm that the [Demon] truly existed. This revelation was utterly horrifying!
Fortunately, only one [Demon] had been discovered for now.
Soon after, a piercing alarm rang out!
The Lanpeng civilization had detected the anomaly unfolding on-site and began urgently mobilizing backup forces.
…
But Lu Yuan remained indifferent to all of this; his attention was fixated solely on the severed head in his grasp.
A [Demon]—how could it be killed so easily?
“Who are you?”
“How do you know my identity?” White Eagle spoke faintly, his tone icy and detached, as though it was someone else, not himself, who had been captured.
A terrifying tension began to spread and permeate the space.
This was an energy field not of this world.
“Tell us how to leave this place,” said the towering Greedy Demon God Lu Yuan, staring down at him with crimson eyes glowing ominously. “I can choose not to destroy your memory and merely imprison you.”
He didn’t strike immediately.
Extracting more information would always be better.
Catastrophe-level anomalies couldn’t be underestimated.
Underrating the opponent was tantamount to death!
Through the telepathic network, he simultaneously sent instructions to Miss Conch to evacuate the unconscious humans—along with his own physical body!
“It seems you know a lot about the [Demon]…”
White Eagle began contemplating how he had been exposed. “So, based on the current situation, do you think you’ve already won?”
The headless body twitched.
Over a hundred Birdmen rose from the ground, their vacant eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lu Yuan.
Divine Skill—[Mind Control].
Even in their unconscious state, these Birdmen were still capable of action.
They resembled puppets, like zombies. Even the powered armors they wore began to move.
Gun barrels extended, locking on to Greedy Demon God Lu Yuan.
“Meaningless posturing…”
Red light spilled from Lu Yuan’s crimson pupils, his expression turning savage like a beast unleashed from its cage.
Under the overwhelming Idealist Interference he emitted, even those powered armors began to malfunction.
White Eagle stared coldly at him before continuing, “In the Ninth Epoch, a strongman of this level has already emerged?”
“Here’s a suggestion: you continue to lead your Human Civilization; I’ll rule over the Lanpeng people. We stay out of each other’s way—what do you think?”
Lu Yuan sneered. As a seasoned warrior who’d survived countless battles, he may have gained the upper hand for now, but his emotions remained as calm as a still ocean.
…
“Guards, execute him by firing squad! He’s a traitor to civilization! Execute him!!”
Fourth Prince Jin Bote had awakened at this critical moment!
His physical body, nestled safely within a high-grade powered armor unit with formidable spiritual defenses, had miraculously evaded the mental onslaught due to sheer coincidence—his soul had been undergoing a [Mind Control] rite right as the Spirit Storm erupted!
But halfway through his yelling, his voice froze abruptly, and an involuntary shiver ran through his body.
A bone-chilling dread surged from within and shot straight to his crown chakra.
He saw the 3.5-meter-tall Greedy Demon God, White Eagle’s severed head dripping crimson blood.
The flock of zombie-like Birdmen, eyes vacant, had their barrels trained on them.
At this instant, his scalp tingled as if electricity coursed through. The color of his bird-like face shifted uncontrollably.
“Dammit… what’s going on here?!”
“Are these the Lanpeng people enslaved by White Eagle? Dammit, not only am I under his control, but so are so many others… No wonder everything’s been going so smoothly for me lately; how many has he enslaved?!”
“And who is that giant? Where did he come from?” As a leader of civilization, Jin Bote managed to calm himself to think amidst the extreme terror.
He wisely stayed silent, retreating deeper into the protective confines of his powered armor, while silently praying that the ensuing chaos would not implicate him.
He then caught sight of Princess Conch and others, swiftly moving the unconscious humans in preparation for escape.
“Help me! Please, I’m begging you!” Jin Bote’s heart screamed in desperation, voiceless yet frantic.
…
The terrifying clash of Idealist anomalies had only just begun.
The external turmoil was also just beginning.
“The Human Civilization has orchestrated a riot! Quickly! Deploy the troops into the arena to rescue His Highness!”
The Lanpeng people outside erupted into chaos, activating assorted heavy weaponry aimed at the clouds above.
Powered armor units were promptly mobilized, advancing toward the floating arena’s location.
But they didn’t make it far before the soldiers began freezing up one by one.
Fear surged incessantly, soon paralyzing their entire beings as though they were facing their natural predator in the circle of life.
“Captain!”
The Royal Guard captain sensed the overwhelming, predator-like force, his face turning grim.
“Damn it… what the hell is in there?”
Without deploying hydrogen bombs, there was no way to contend with this entity.
But their prince was still inside.
“Don’t act recklessly!”
…
Lu Yuan noticed the Fourth Prince waking and revealed no sign of emotion.
A ominous premonition stirred within him.
The source of this creepiness seemed to radiate from above—the Snake-man Palace! The battle here could potentially disturb the [Ghost] lurking within the palace!
Lu Yuan acted decisively, speaking no further nonsense: “I reject your proposal. Since you refuse to provide critical intelligence, then I’ll send you into Reincarnation.”
With a muffled “boom”, the blue feathers of the severed head in his hand ignited. Within seconds, only the charred skull remained.
Yet White Eagle’s headless body stood on the spot, seemingly unaffected.
The rigid body moved.
It staggered forward awkwardly, one step at a time, heading straight for Lu Yuan.
Then, in the blink of an eye, its speed increased exponentially!
Lu Yuan’s pupils contracted slightly as a sense of danger surged in his heart. His figure flickered, but a sharp, searing pain radiated from his arm, causing the severed head to slip out of his grip—and straight into his opponent’s waiting grasp.
This formidable foe, unhurried, coolly reattached his charred head and stared icily at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan lowered his gaze and examined his hand.
The supposedly unbreakable body of the Greedy Demon God now bore a faint black mark, as if scalded.
The black mark disintegrated into powder, scattering onto the ground.
Even with his rapid regenerative ability, this insignificant wound healed swiftly, yet it marked the first injury since the birth of the Greedy Demon God.
“An unknown Divine Skill… Just a mere touch caused me harm.”
“What kind of ability is this?”
A chill gripped Lu Yuan’s heart, though he felt no real fear.
Every ability had its limits; even a [Ghost] had its ceilings, let alone a [Demon].
He resolved to rely on raw power to overwhelm the foe. Intense red light began to flow across his body’s surface.
Under the crimson glow, the entire arena was veiled in a stark, vibrant red.
All around, a dreadful silence fell, an eerie tension spreading.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll wake up the entity in the sky?” White Eagle asked placidly.
“You lead your Human Civilization; I’ll lead my Lanpeng people. This is your final warning.”
“Save me! Dear human friends, I’ll grant you…” Jin Bote couldn’t help but wail, cutting his plea short in fear, trembling inside his mecha.
He felt like a newborn infant sandwiched between two towering colossi. Whether he lived or died seemed utterly inconsequential to them both.
Lu Yuan remained silent; he would never agree to these terms.
To let a tiger return to the mountain was to invite endless troubles.
Instead, he bided his time, stalling just a fraction longer to allow Old Cat to rescue the unconscious.
…
“Damn it, we need to move the people out quickly.” Old Cat, realizing that Lu Yuan couldn’t instantly suppress the opponent, growled, “Staying here will only drag him down!”
“Why are you standing there?! Move it! Move it! Prepare the Spirit Runes!”
His own mecha had already malfunctioned.
Meanwhile, Jin Dongliang and Guo Dafeng, though both seasoned veterans, felt their nerves fraying. Simply standing there made something as simple as breathing difficult!
Still, the two recalled their harrowing experiences during the “Painted Skin” battle years ago, acknowledging that Commander Lu’s current terrifying power was hardly surprising…
“Quick, catch them!” The two manipulated chain-like constructs formed from Sparks, hauling unconscious bodies toward them.
Humans weren’t the only ones they retrieved; they also managed to snag a few unconscious Birdmen, chucking them unceremoniously into a dissolving heap.
Old Cat shouted, “Conch, if you don’t activate the Different Space, it’ll be too late to escape!!!”
Miss Conch’s eyes lit up with a flash of brilliance. Her Immortal-level suit allowed her to activate abilities even amid the intense interference.
She formed a bubble-like construct, encapsulating the clustered unconscious bodies within.
…
At that moment, Lu Yuan unleashed suppression.
The red glow enveloping the Greedy Demon God grew thick and sinister.
It darkened into a deep, arterial red, as if congealing to blood. Even the air turned crimson.
The eerie light, a manifestation of extreme Idealist Interference, effectively became a Field.
The source of this c𝓸ntent is freewebnøvel.coɱ.
The “Eternal Spark” was, in a sense, a moderately balanced ability—it boasted neither extraordinary attack nor defense capabilities.
But balance did not equate to mediocrity.
Balance meant the ability to counter nearly every ability, ensuring it wouldn’t be outright suppressed.
Under this dreadful red glow, nearly all Idealist and Materialist rules were forcibly subdued.
A streak of scarlet energy shot forth like a rainbow, slicing toward White Eagle with unstoppable momentum!
…
