The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 488 - 390: Thousand-Eye Asura_1
BOOM!
A blood-red lightning bolt streaked across the sky. It appeared like a giant, bloody meteorite crashing forcefully into the depths of Alloy Island.
The booming sound was relentless, as if the blood-red meteor was piercing through the steel fortress underground, its descent echoing nonstop.
The massive Alloy Island, comparable to an anthill under sudden attack, trembled. Titanic gun ports rose from the ground, and countless fully-armed personnel poured out from the base.
WHOOSH—HISS—
A few individuals wearing lavish, noble metallic masks stared at the meteorite’s crash point, as if awaiting something.
Not long after, BOOM!
At the crash site of the blood-red meteor, a terrifying aura surged abruptly. Broken alloy slates, concrete fragments, and similar debris were lifted by an invisible tornado, spiraling into the sky.
A colossal, eight-armed figure rose slowly from the vortex.
A robust man wearing a platinum mask dangled from one of its arms.
The figure slowly withdrew its hand from the man’s chest, blood trickling down its gruesome body.
In an instant, a boundless and lethal intent erupted from its body, sweeping out in all directions.
The pupils of the few Mosa Thrones who witnessed this scene contracted instantly.
Without a moment’s hesitation, they chose to attack simultaneously.
Powerful waves of Evil Energy, all of the same origin, surged from them. Their golden spears emanated a dazzling brilliance akin to the sun.
RRRIP—
As the glow reached its peak, multiple golden spears shot out simultaneously, like golden lightning, swiftly ripping through the sky and striking the blood-red figure.
BOOM!
A terrifying energy fluctuation exploded. Blinding golden rays sent ripples through the void, shattering the invisible vortex in the sky.
The attacking Mosa Thrones anxiously stared at the explosion, not blinking, waiting for the vibrations to subside and tranquility to return.
Yet, before the golden light could fade, a piercing shriek erupted from the center of the battlefield.
Faster than the shriek were several golden beams—terrifying attacks accelerated far beyond the speed of sound.
The attacking Mosa Thrones had no chance to react before their bodies were suddenly pierced.
BOOM!
One Mosa Throne’s chest exploded, and he was nailed to the ground by the very golden spear he had hurled.
Another Throne was torn apart. The terrifying force of the throw had disintegrated nearly half the right side of his body.
A third was even unluckier. He exploded into a mist of blood before he could utter a sound. His skull, along with the platinum mask he wore, was completely shattered.
The fight ended the instant after it began.
The remaining Thrones, observing from a hidden vantage point in the darkness, felt their scalps tingle and a chill run down their spines.
Abandoning their last shred of resistance, they turned and fled without hesitation.
High in the sky, the residual energy fluctuations gradually subsided as the eight-armed figure quietly emerged.
THUD—
Lu Yuan’s feet gently touched the ground. He looked at the three Mosa Thrones he had killed by catching their own spears and throwing them back. His beautiful, demonic face showed no emotion.
"Fragile, like porcelain dolls that shatter at a touch..." Lu Yuan commented offhandedly, then took a deep breath.
A large amount of blood immediately gushed from the bodies of the three dead Thrones, transforming into wisps of blood-red mist that merged into his body.
This time, the experience progress bar on his [Elephant God: Asura Stance (Legendary)] class panel twitched.
It went from 15% to 16%. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Lu Yuan’s aura and killing intent also rose accordingly.
The desire to slaughter within him roiled, growing even more intense and profound.
WHOOSH—
From the densely packed, knife-like slits on Lu Yuan’s chest, a single eye suddenly snapped open, its malevolent eyeball rotating ceaselessly.
Thousand-Eyed Asura?... Lu Yuan gently stroked the edge of the suddenly opened eye, lost in thought.
After this eye appeared, I feel like my intuition for combat and slaughter has sharpened somewhat. It gives me an increasing sense that I exist purely for slaughter. Born in slaughter, die in slaughter... Is this what an Asura is? Was the Elephant God originally an Asura?
Lu Yuan had some speculations, but with no way to confirm them, he could only set them aside for the moment.
And also... He squinted, observing the targets provided by [Hunting Instinct].
Seven.
Lu Yuan walked forward, his expression serene.
The Asura Stance, coupled with the Double Flower Fusion secret technique, allowed him to possess power beyond Tier-9 without breaching the limit Yu Wentong had set for him.
Combined with the terrifying slaughter techniques and battle instincts conferred by the Asura Stance, his actual combat power was likely an entire dimension higher than that of an average Tier-9.
Compared to the Ming King Stance, the Asura Stance not only significantly enhances Physical Strength but also grants controllable energy...
Lu Yuan advanced step by step. The colossal Energy Cannons that had already locked onto him now roared in unison.
Stout energy beams shot at him from all directions.
Lu Yuan remained undaunted. A stream of blood flowed from his body, congealing on his skin to form a strange, dark red armor resembling a blood scab.
The terrifying energy beams bombarded his body but shattered like water striking solid rock, failing to affect him in the slightest.
This blood energy originated from the opponents he had killed.
Theoretically, the more enemies I kill, the greater the blood energy I can control, and the stronger I become.
Amidst the roar of the giant cannons, Mosa Believers piloting battle Mechas charged at Lu Yuan.
They were fearless, instructed by the remaining Thrones, vainly attempting to hinder his advance.
Lu Yuan, under the bombardment of countless energy beams, swung his eight arms in unison.
His razor-sharp fingers sliced through the void, drawing dozens of crimson blood lines.
The blood lines spread out.
The battle Mechas, which had formed an iron torrent before Lu Yuan, froze instantly as the blood light swept over them.
An instant later, the massive, metallic bodies, shimmering with metallic luster, were silently sliced into several, or even dozens, of pieces before crashing down.
Scarlet blood from the Mecha pilots gushed from the broken Mechas, forming small rivers on the ground that continuously converged towards Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan walked calmly through the hail of gunfire, occasional blasts from the giant Energy Cannons, and volleys of variously colored spears.
No attack could halt his steps.
Wherever he passed, living beings around him fell, their flesh pulverized.
"KILL!"
A Mosa Believer, clad in armor and shouldering a giant cannon, his eyes bloodshot, frantically fired at Lu Yuan, who approached step by step.
Huge energy orbs rained down like a torrent.
The armored gauntlets on his hands shattered from the high-frequency energy vibrations, exposing the bloody flesh of his arms and the stark white bones beneath.
Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain. His vision was blurred by the terrifying killing intent, which felt as substantial as a raging storm.
In his field of vision, he could only see a vast, rolling sea of viscous blood; he couldn’t locate his target at all.
Desperate fear and staunch faith warred within his heart, plunging him into a state of frenzy.
He yelled and wept simultaneously, tears and mucus streaming down his face, his expression a contorted mask of crying and laughing.
The energy in the massive cannon on his shoulder had long been depleted, yet he continued to pull the trigger out of habit.
He continued until the illusory sea of blood completely engulfed him. His eyes vacant, blood streamed from his seven orifices as he collapsed to the ground...
WHOOSH—
After countless killings, another eyeball opened on Lu Yuan’s body.
Then a second, then a third...
The experience bar on his class panel hadn’t changed much, but the relentless slaughter seemed to have awakened dormant Asura genes within him.
His perception of battle and slaughter grew increasingly acute, and the aura exuding from him became colder and fiercer.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a large section of the alloy ground beneath Lu Yuan’s feet exploded.
His figure vanished, reappearing instantly thousands of meters away.
A slender, middle-aged man wearing a platinum mask gasped as a powerful Evil Energy Fluctuation surged from his body.
He tightly gripped the golden spear in his hands and thrust it forward.
However, as he thrust, the spear was immediately enveloped by an immense force, unable to advance an inch.
Immediately after, a terrifying giant claw descended from above his head.
The platinum mask on his face suddenly released a surge of powerful will, but it was instantly crushed by the claw the moment it emerged.
And then the claw crashed down.
POP—
A skull was brutally crushed by the blood-red giant claw.
Lu Yuan casually tossed aside the golden spear in one hand, then opened his other.
In its wide palm lay only a mangled mess of flesh and a small, crushed metal mask.
Six left...
Lu Yuan continued forward.
The remaining ones were not easy to find.
Most of the remaining Mosa Thrones had already fled; some had even begun to leave this vast ocean region.
Only two targets from [Hunting Instinct] remained on Alloy Island.
Two of Lu Yuan’s eight arms made a tearing gesture forward.
An invisible force transmitted through the air...
RRRIP—
An arched metal building before him was instantly torn in half.
Behind the ruined building, two men silently awaited his arrival.
Lu Yuan stopped, staring at the two men before him.
One was very familiar: the Mosa Eleventh Throne who had lured him to the island.
This golden-haired man, resembling a lion, stood less than a kilometer from Lu Yuan. His sturdy body trembled slightly. Behind his mask, despite his attempt to appear calm, his eyes were filled with alarm and fear.
The other was a silver-haired man clad in ancient-style armor, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other.
His armor, spear, and shield all seemed to be crafted from diamonds, radiating a brilliant and magnificent light under the sun.
He appeared far more composed than the Eleventh Throne.
His eyes were fixed on Lu Yuan, waves of battle intent surging from him like a rising tide.
The aura he emitted was incredibly powerful. Circles of dazzling light radiated from his body, causing the void around him to tremble, an intensity dozens of times greater than that of the Eleventh Throne.
"I am Liao," the silver-haired man said softly, as if performing some ancient pre-battle ritual.
After Liao spoke, the Eleventh Throne standing behind him seemed to find a pillar of support. His eyes gradually calmed, and he even dared to meet Lu Yuan’s gaze briefly.
"Good. I’ll remember that."
Lu Yuan looked down at the silver-haired man and said calmly, "I will engrave this name on your skull as a collectible."
Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Liao’s eyes.
His battle intent seemed to reach its peak at this moment.
In a fraction of a second, he attacked Lu Yuan!
