The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 487 - 389: Your Mosa’s God and people are too impolite, Elephant God - Asura posture! _1
It’s over...
When the giant disc under the Sacrificial Square was fully activated and a towering energy beam shot into the sky, this thought crossed the mind of every throne holder of the Mosa Religion. The intensity of such a direct energy attack could almost rival the "Skytop Judgment Sword" of a Hegemon nation. With no energy loss over super long distances, its power might even surpass the "Skytop Sword." Theoretically, it was potent enough to obliterate an average ninth-tier being. Although this was the first time this method had been employed since the hunting ground’s construction, no one believed a mere peak eighth-tier individual could survive.
All the stored energy in the disc was depleted, and the blazing, gigantic energy beam gradually began to fade. Once the beam completely vanished, only a circular, pitch-black crater remained where the metal square had once been. Everything had been vaporized and evaporated by the high-intensity energy waves.
"Let’s begin."
The silver-haired man wearing a diamond mask, leading the group of more than ten throne holders, cast a simple glance at the crater below and spoke calmly.
The other throne holders showed subtle reactions. Then, with remarkable unison, they all began to recite a specific incantation, strange and difficult syllables spilling from their lips. This was the sacrificial prayer, the closing words of their collective hunting ritual. Its primary purpose was to inform the God of Martial Arts and Hunting, dwelling in the unseen realms, that they had all participated in this hunt, this sacrifice.
Before long, the throne holders finished reciting their "declarations of participation." The group waited quietly for a moment, but the anticipated will of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting did not descend. The void remained silent, without a ripple.
"What’s going on?" a throne holder asked in confusion. "I don’t seem to be getting any response from the True God..."
"Me neither."
"What went wrong?"
The silver-haired leader’s eyes flickered. He raised his hand to silence the others and said, "Let’s try again."
The throne holders stopped their discussion without further ado and concisely began the second round of closing prayers. However, even after they finished reciting the prayer for the second time, there was still no response. Their call to the God of Martial Arts and Hunting was like a clay ox entering the sea—it vanished without a trace, eliciting no reply whatsoever. This was preposterous.
A trace of shock appeared on the faces of many throne holders. At their level, even outside a sacrificial ceremony, they should normally receive some response when attempting to communicate with the True God. The current situation... It’s as if the supreme True God has suddenly abandoned us.
Some were bewildered, some grew anxious, and others, refusing to give up, continued trying to communicate. The silver-haired leader kept his eyes tightly closed, peculiar waves unconsciously radiating from him.
Suddenly, the silver-haired man’s tightly closed eyes snapped open.
"Something’s wrong!" he exclaimed. "The sacrificial ceremony wasn’t successful! This hunt... isn’t over yet!"
He let out a low shout and spun around abruptly.
The throne holders behind him, still frustrated by the True God’s lack of response, were startled by his words. The next instant, a large amount of gray fog surged into their minds. Within the fog, a figure silently watched them. Its silhouette was indistinct, only a pair of blood-red eyes visible, shining with a cold, indifferent light. It’s like a hunter sizing up his prey, rifle in hand.
They were all too familiar with this kind of gaze. Once, they had directed this very stare at others countless times. But now... it was their turn to be the prey.
WHOOSH—
Almost as soon as the silver-haired man finished speaking, a dense beam of blood-red light shot into the sky like an arrow, brutally piercing into their group.
BOOM!
Before they could react, the blood-red light that had pierced their ranks exploded violently. It was as if a raging sea of blood had erupted, its thick, crimson tide instantly enveloping everyone.
From within the sanguine light, several bloody, inhumanly thick arms suddenly shot out. Ferocious, giant claws fiercely grabbed the shoulders or necks of a few unprepared throne holders, then swiftly withdrew.
"Hmph!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
The silver-haired leader reacted instantly. An unparalleled radiance bloomed from his body, quickly coalescing in his hands to form a brilliantly dazzling diamond spear. He gripped the spear and fiercely thrust it towards the spot where the bloody, giant arms had emerged. A phantom of the God of Martial Arts and Hunting flickered into existence and vanished, unleashing terrifying energy fluctuations, followed by an intense shockwave and explosion.
RUMBLE!
It was as if thunder had flashed through the void; the surging blood-red light was blasted apart by the silver-haired man’s spear.
Only then did the Mosa Religion throne holders react, golden longspears and shields materializing in their hands. They attacked wildly in all directions, then quickly scattered.
After retreating to a relatively safe position, still shaken, they looked again at the exploded sanguine light. The light, which had been blasted apart by the silver-haired man and their combined efforts, had begun to recede. Like water, it gently lapped at the void, forming a huge, blood-red vortex. The crimson vortex spun silently, seemingly concealing something utterly terrifying. Merely looking at it induced an inexplicable sense of dread.
「Finally.」
THUD—
A figure stepped out of the blood-red vortex.
The moment they saw this figure, the eyelids of all the throne holders, including their silver-haired leader, twitched fiercely. It was a figure about ten meters tall. Its entire body was dark red, its skin coarse and rough, like semi-cooled lava or coagulated blood. It possessed eight robust, exaggerated arms, each finger as sharp as a knife, and a floral pattern adorned its chest. Above the chest were palm-length fissures, resembling tightly closed eyes. Four heads sat upon its neck.
One head was of normal proportions, with white hair cascading to its shoulders and a vertical, scarlet mark on its brow. Its visage was ferocious yet strangely alluring, possessing a demonic, captivating beauty. The other three heads shared the same features but were much smaller, their eyes all closed. They were clustered on the neck, resembling three fleshy tumors or a bizarre necklace.
The figure’s eyes were blood-red. Five of its eight arms hung naturally, while the other three clutched the necks of three throne holders. The crimson vortex gradually dissipated, merging slowly into the figure’s body. It simply stood there, calmly and indifferently gazing at all the throne holders present.
To the throne holders, it was as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were roiling towards them. The pungent stench of blood and an overwhelming, terrifying killing intent assailed their senses wave after wave, making their very nerves shudder. A chill erupted from their tailbones, rapidly engulfing their entire bodies.
"Your Mosa God, and you humans..." the fierce yet handsome blood-red figure uttered in a low voice, "are all so impolite. I’ve changed my mind... I don’t think I’ll be joining you after all."
As the last word fell, the remaining throne holders felt an inexplicable chill, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end. Perhaps it was because they had seen three of their throne-tier companions held effortlessly in the opponent’s grasp like mere chicks, a display of overwhelming power. Or perhaps it was due to their long-accustomed pampering and the ease with which they had gained their strength, lacking the corresponding mettle of true powerhouses. All the Mosa throne holders chose to flee simultaneously, without any thought of uniting against the figure before them. In an instant, they scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
The blood-red figure seemed unconcerned, allowing them to escape. As the last Mosa throne holder’s figure vanished into a streak of light, the blood-red figure lightly snapped its fingers, the faintest hint of crimson light flickering in its eyes.
"The real hunt... only begins now."
「....」
[Elephant God. Asura Stance (Legendary)]!
Experience Progress: 15%.
A burst of blood-red light blossomed under Lu Yuan’s feet, and his massive figure soared swiftly through the air like a Mecha. Looking at his Elephant God Profession Panel, he felt a sense of calm satisfaction, as if everything had fallen perfectly into place.
Just as he had predicted, the Pseudo-Legendary Level giant axe had shattered, and the mysterious blood that constituted it was stripped away. This must be the material needed to upgrade the Elephant God Panel.
Above Ming King is Asura! With this panel advancement, the true nature of the Power of the Elephant God seemed to be gradually unveiling itself to Lu Yuan.
Demon Mountain... Sea of Blood...
Lu Yuan muttered, slowly clenching his fists, which felt like natural-born weapons. Is this the power of the Sea of Blood?
CRACK—
Lu Yuan casually snapped the necks of the three Mosa throne holders he held. These three were all eighth-tier: two mid-stage and one high-stage. However, their actual combat prowess probably didn’t even match an early-stage eighth-tier.
Too weak... just swine possessing power they don’t know how to use.
Lu Yuan flicked his hand, and the three corpses instantly turned to pulp. All the blood flowed out from them, quickly seeping into Lu Yuan’s body.
Lu Yuan felt the experience progress bar on his Elephant God Panel seem to twitch, but upon closer inspection, there was no change.
Three eighth-tier individuals, and they don’t even provide one percent experience?
Lu Yuan couldn’t help but frown.
He had a vague idea of what was needed for the Asura Stance to progress: battle and slaughter. The souls and flesh of his opponents were the best sustenance for him at this stage. However, judging by the current situation, the amount of combat and killing required to max out the Asura Stance’s progress would far exceed his imagination.
It truly seems a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood will be needed to forge this ultimate path...
Lu Yuan closed his eyes. He could sense countless murderous thoughts churning in his mind, and waves of bloodlust continuously surged from his heart like a fountain.
In the Asura Stance, he became exceedingly violent, bloodthirsty, and volatile. Even though he was constantly trying to restrain himself, some actions became instinctive, like eating when hungry or drinking when thirsty.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Lu Yuan’s brow furrowed.
WHOOSH—
High in the sky above the Alloy Giant Island, a portly, richly dressed middle-aged man was fleeing hastily, his face grim. Suddenly, a crimson beam of light caught up to him from behind. The plump middle-aged man whipped his head around, only to feel a fetid wind rush past his face. The next instant, his figure froze. He lowered his head in disbelief, seeing only that a massive, millstone-sized bloody hole had inexplicably appeared in his sturdy torso...
The figure behind him plummeted and exploded. Lu Yuan didn’t look back. He casually crushed a handful of organs, feeling the experience bar on his Elephant God Panel rise slightly.
The Experience Points for his [Spear Holder (Extraordinary)] panel had skyrocketed after a single "hunt." The bloodlust inside him surged ever stronger, as if something was about to hatch. Lu Yuan’s brow gradually relaxed.
At least I can fly now... and my speed isn’t slow either... This counts as a good thing, I suppose.
With that thought, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, drawing in all the lingering stench of blood from the air. His expression was one of sheer indulgence, as if he were savoring a vintage, sweet, and mellow wine.
When Lu Yuan opened his eyes again, the alluring and brutal glint in his demonic red eyes had intensified. The corners of his lips curved up slightly. With a flicker of his form, he transformed into a streak of blood-red light and continued the pursuit.
