Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 66: A Transmigrator?

Behind Serpent Spear Douluo, the golden twin-headed serpent coiled around his Martial Soul glowed ominously. A flicker of golden light flashed through the serpent’s narrow eyes.

At the same time, his seventh soul ring—jet black—suddenly lit up.

“Martial Soul Beastification—Twin-Headed Golden Serpent!”

In a brilliant flash, the serpent entwined around Serpent Spear Douluo’s weapon appeared to come to life!

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The twin-headed serpent detached from the spear, transforming into a streak of golden light that surged into Serpent Spear Douluo’s body.

A massive phantom of the twin-headed serpent manifested behind him, its gaze locked on the encroaching Zerg horde with lethal intensity.

Within its twin pupils, a cold and sinister aura shimmered unmistakably.

Golden light burst in Serpent Spear Douluo’s eyes. The power from Martial Soul Beastification surged through him, instantly sweeping away his fatigue from prolonged combat.

Warmth flooded his limbs, revitalizing his strength.

He clenched his fists, tightened his grip on the spear, and grinned as power coursed through his body.

BZZZZZT—!

His eighth soul ring shone violently!

“Heaven’s Wrath!”

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!!

Golden lightning danced wildly across his spear, arcs of electricity pulsing and leaping violently with destructive force.

Simultaneously, the twin-headed serpent phantom behind him opened both jaws and released twin spheres of golden lightning, which merged with the power on his spear and floated upward into the sky.

The gathering of divine lightning buzzed ominously in the air.

ZZZZZZ—!

The golden orb of lightning expanded, blinding in its intensity. Countless small arcs converged, twisting together into a massive, golden, snake-like bolt that coiled and snapped in midair.

Every Zerg creature struck by the lightning was instantly vaporized—reduced to ash without a trace.

“Hah!”

Serpent Spear Douluo strained to raise his weapon overhead, gritting his teeth, his face flushed red with exertion.

This single strike consumed nearly all of his soul power.

It was a fusion of his Martial Soul's weapon and beast forms—his ultimate combined attack.

Using this kind of attack against these soulless, brainless creatures felt like using a cleaver to cut vegetables—massive overkill.

A hint of humiliation even crept into his heart, but at the moment, there was no better alternative. He had to hold the line against these filthy, swarming creatures.

Even Ghost Douluo, who was still examining Chrysanthemum Douluo's injuries, couldn't help but glance sideways at the scene in the sky—his eyes revealing faint surprise.

Serpent Spear Douluo’s strength was worthy of the Pope’s trust. His attacks, coupled with his rare and unusual variant Martial Soul that could shift between beast and weapon types, were indeed formidable.

Truly one of the most exceptional Titled Douluo of the younger generation.

But...

A figure suddenly surfaced in Ghost Douluo's mind—tall, imposing, bloodthirsty, and resolute. A man who once used the legendary Clear Sky Hammer, the strongest Tool-Type Martial Soul, to silence countless Titled Douluo in battle.

That was true genius.

Ghost Douluo couldn’t help but sigh with regret. If only that man were still alive...

Who else in the entire continent could claim to be the strongest and youngest Titled Douluo?

He shook his head and resumed checking Chrysanthemum Douluo’s condition.

Meanwhile, Serpent Spear Douluo had to switch from one hand to both, straining to lift his golden spear before finally slashing it downward toward the oncoming Zerg horde.

BOOOOOM—!

Like a divine catastrophe, several colossal golden lightning bolts exploded from the orb above, lashing out across the black sea of Zerg like whips of divine fury.

In an instant, the entire battlefield glowed with golden brilliance, like a second sun had risen to dye the sky.

CRACKLE-CRACKLE!!

The tide of Zerg was scorched and withered away, as if the entire swarm had been drained and evaporated under the golden storm.

Several kilometers away in the sky, Xiao Wu hovered with massive black bone wings, witnessing the overwhelming power of the attack.

Shock flickered in her beautiful eyes.

“I didn’t expect this Serpent Spear Douluo to have such power... but really now, isn’t he underestimating the Zerg too much?”

A mischievous smile curled on Xiao Wu’s lips as she waved her hand.

Countless new waves of Zerg emerged from underground tunnels, layer after layer advancing relentlessly toward the trio’s location.

“The Overmind said not to kill you… but he never said I couldn’t have fun with you. Kukuku~”

“Huff… huff…”

Serpent Spear Douluo collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Looking at the cleared battlefield, he asked:

“Ghost Elder, are we safe for now?”

Ghost Douluo’s brows furrowed deeply.

“I checked Chrysanthemum’s body. No major injuries aside from a severed arm… but the way he’s reacting to the pain, it doesn’t make sense. I can’t find anything else wrong with him.”

Just as he finished speaking, Chrysanthemum Douluo’s convulsing body suddenly stilled.

His expression eased, though sweat still beaded on his forehead.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around with a blank expression, scanning Ghost Douluo and Serpent Spear Douluo in confusion.

Then, standing up unsteadily, he looked around again and asked uncertainly:

“You’re… Ghost Douluo?”

The expressions on both men’s faces turned strange.

Ghost Douluo narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously, “Old Chrysanthemum… did you hit your head or something?”

Chrysanthemum Douluo rubbed his forehead. His expression relaxed as he waved a hand dismissively.

“It’s nothing. Just… the injuries messed with my head for a moment.”

Ghost Douluo finally exhaled in relief. “As long as you’re fine. I thought you’d gone hysterical. Let’s get out of here. Looks like we’re not going to find any useful leads this time. Let’s report to the Pope.”

At those words, a strange light flickered in Chrysanthemum Douluo’s eyes.

He murmured softly to himself, “…Bibi Dong, huh…”

Ghost Douluo helped him to his feet, picking up his severed arm in the process and reassuring him:

“No worries. Once we’re back, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan can reattach it for you. Just a minor injury.”

What Ghost Douluo failed to notice, however, was the faint flicker of excitement—and a flash of wicked desire—in Chrysanthemum Douluo’s eyes upon hearing the word Pope.

With a casual tone, Chrysanthemum Douluo replied:

“It’s fine. Don’t forget what my Martial Soul is—it thrives on regeneration. Let’s just head back.”

Ghost Douluo nodded, handing him off to Serpent Spear Douluo for support as his own ghostly Martial Soul rose silently behind him.

“I’ll cover the rear.”

“Right!”

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