darknovel Chapter 203: The weakened Im, and the lingering killing intent!
Chapter 203: The weakened Im, and the lingering killing intent!
The bonfire on Beehive Island seems to burn through the night sky, and the raucous revelry tears through the clouds.
Meanwhile, the other side was far from being as joyful and lively as Beehive Island!
The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Darkness that seeps into your very bones.
Deep within Pangu City, the hall containing the Void Throne was deserted.
The air here is so cold it feels like it can freeze your soul. There are no campfires, no joyful songs, not even a trace of life. This is the center of the World Government's power, and also a place of absolute solitude.
On the Void Throne sat a tall, slender figure.
The figure flickered, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. The dark energy it emitted was so thin it was almost transparent, no longer possessing the power and majesty it had displayed when it reigned supreme over the Valley of the Gods.
Moreover, at this moment, Im's true aura had weakened to its lowest point in eight hundred years.
Because Im forcibly tore through space, transferring all core combat forces back from God Valley while in her main body's forced descent, and due to curses and restrictions imposed on her by certain individuals preventing her from setting foot on land, this forced descent brought her a tremendous backlash.
It felt as if a huge rift had been torn open in my soul.
Every breath was accompanied by a piercing, needle-like pain. This was a weakness and pain that Im had never experienced in eight hundred years.
His gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on the area below the main hall.
There, a dozen or so figures lay sprawled out.
The five usually majestic and incomparable elders were now like broken dolls, sprawled haphazardly on the ground.
The five Elders, those who usually held high positions and represented the highest power of the World Government, were now all dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood. Some had severed arms, some had caved-in chests, and some had completely lost their human form, remaining in a hideous half-human, half-beast state, unconscious and barely breathing.
Not far away, the commander-in-chief of the Knights of God, Figaland Garin, was in a similarly miserable state.
His magnificent knight's outfit was burned to shreds.
A huge hole in his chest almost severed him in two.
The rest of the Knights of God could barely maintain their physical forms, resembling clumps of rotting flesh that could fall apart at any moment.
Looking at her core team, the pawns she had painstakingly selected to maintain her rule, and seeing them end up like this.
Anger surged in Im's round eyes.
Then came even deeper humiliation.
Eight hundred years.
This is the greatest humiliation he has ever suffered since he defeated Joy Boy and the World Government was established 800 years ago.
His most elite troops, under his own will, were swept away in droves by an unknown assailant, like garbage being cleared away. After the brutal defeat, he was even forced to flee the battlefield like a stray dog, leading his remaining forces in a sorry state.
What a disgrace!
I just think of that man.
The man wearing the white mask.
The thought of that calm yet mocking face behind the golden mask once again sent a violent surge of rage through Im's soul.
He endured the tearing pain and raised one hand.
He painstakingly extracted a portion of the remaining primordial energy.
This made his already weakened state even worse.
This pure dark energy transformed into wisps of soft black mist.
The black mist sprouted tentacles and silently drifted down from the throne, precisely covering every seriously injured person below.
They seeped into the wounds of the Five Elders and Garin, among others. The wounds scorched by the sun's energy began to wriggle and heal under the nourishment of the black mist. Broken bones were reconnected, and charred flesh was revitalized.
These pieces, though easily defeated, are indispensable tools for Him to maintain world order.
They must all be saved.
This is a slow and costly process.
The dark energy constantly repairs their bodies and stabilizes their crumbling souls.
Having done all this, Im's figure on the throne became even weaker.
It was as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
Im leaned wearily against the cold back of the throne, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Although the chess piece was damaged, it was saved.
Given enough time, these top-tier combatants can still recover.
The crisis has finally been resolved.
Although the cost is enormous, as long as the core fighting force is preserved, and as long as I remain on this throne, the order will remain secure.
Just as he was about to relax his guard.
Im's body stiffened abruptly.
He clearly sensed a cold, mocking aura filled with absolute killing intent, which transcended the vast distance of time and space, penetrated the layers of spatial barriers and defenses of Pangu City, ignored all its powers as the king of the world, and still locked onto his body tightly!
A powerful sense of crisis suddenly rose from the deepest part of his soul.
hum.
Im suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had been calm and still for eight hundred years, once again revealed surprise and doubt.
Is it just my imagination? I'm definitely back.
How can there still be such a strong killing intent!
How is that possible?!
He couldn't understand it.
The battle was clearly over!
That man has already left the sunken island!
I have returned to the safest and most secluded holy place in the world!
That damned man also left with the pirates.
But where does this persistent killing intent come from?
Could it be...?
A picture suddenly flashed through Im's mind.
Before the Valley of the Gods sank completely, as the man departed, he seemed to casually "gift" himself a parting gift in the direction he had come from. It was an extremely compressed, fist-sized, pure golden sphere of light.
At the time, he thought it was just a desperate attack by the other party before leaving, and that such an attack could not possibly hit Mary Geoise given the absolute spatial distance.
But now it seems!
That was definitely not a simple attack to vent anger!
Could that attack possibly transcend space?
Im immediately tried to mobilize his remaining powers to trace the source of the murderous intent that was targeting him. His will sank into nothingness, frantically searching throughout the entire world.
However, he couldn't find it.
Im discovered that he couldn't find the source of the murderous intent at all.
Could it be that I'm sensing something wrong?
Absolutely impossible!
That man...who exactly is he?
Or rather, what exactly is he?
Im fell into deep thought upon this!
Inside the main hall of Pangu City, the ancient silence remained unchanged.
Below, the breathing of the Five Elders and others gradually became steady, clearly indicating that they were out of danger!
But on the throne, Im could no longer feel any peace of mind.
He stared at the void with suspicion and uncertainty, then spread out his senses to find out where that killing intent came from!
He trusted his intuition; it couldn't be wrong!