Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 758: The Demon God Arrives, the Awakening of the Dragon Emperor (I)

Chapter 758: The Demon God Arrives, the Awakening of the Dragon Emperor (I)

"Your Majesty, we have found that human!"

Atop the mountain peak, the names Chen Chu and Chu Batian, condensed from a thread of fate, suddenly trembled. In that instant, the High Priest of Destiny's spiritual will surged, and with a single palm strike, he shattered them both.

Bang!

The two broken names transformed back into golden radiance, spiraling around the priest's palm before diving into the illusory seven-colored stream beneath him.

Boom!

The High Priest's consciousness roared as it stretched infinitely across millions of kilometers, arriving above the city of the Demon King Scott.

Gazing down at the monstrous figure below, the High Priest's consciousness shook violently.

Roar!

A dragon's furious cry erupted from the depths of the mythical world, and an ancient character of “Azure,” reflected within the long river of time, flashed deep within the origins of the mythical world's principles, shaking the river of fate itself.

An invisible shockwave exploded, shattering the High Priest's consciousness and forcing it to return to his main body. His elderly face filled with horror as he reported, "Your Majesty, that human is within our empire—inside Demon King Scott’s territory—and he has slain Duke Erebor with a single strike."

"What? Chu Batian is within my empire?" Deorus abruptly rose to his feet, and the entire world trembled under the immense pressure of his demonic force, saturated with a terrifying killing intent.

Yet, at that moment, an invisible force of fate descended, manifesting into a golden flame that enveloped the High Priest.

The flame, intangible and weightless, was like an illusory projection, devoid of warmth. Only the High Priest could keenly sense his life force draining at an alarming speed. He had long grown accustomed to such scenes and simply waited in silence for the backlash of supreme fate to pass.

Slowly, however, he sensed something wrong. This time, the backlash seemed unusually fierce; his life force drained faster and faster, as if without end.

In no time, the burnt-away lifespan exceeded his expected 2,000 years—then 2,300, 2,500... 3,000...

Within moments, nearly four thousand years of his lifespan had vanished. The High Priest's aura visibly grew more withered and frail, his figure shriveling at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

Panic gripped the High Priest's heart. "This is bad. The backlash is too great. My remaining lifespan is not enough to withstand it. Your Majesty, save me!"

Deorus was startled by the turn of events, as well. "I still have a strand of the Time Dragon’s whisker."

With a wave of his hand, he produced a transparent whisker, over ten meters long, with the power of time coiling around it.

Although the power of time was incredibly precious, it was of little use to Deorus, for he theoretically possessed infinite lifespan by mastering the principles.

He had saved one, rather than giving both to the High Priest at once, as it was a method of control over his subordinates.

Whoosh!

The High Priest clutched the Time Dragon’s whisker, and after absorbing the force entwined within, his aura stabilized slightly. The rotten, decaying sensation faded somewhat.

However, the golden illusory flames engulfing him remained fierce, showing no sign of extinguishing. They continued to consume the very essence of his life at a horrifying pace.

Realizing this, the High Priest looked toward Deorus with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

However, Deorus slowly shook his head, his voice low and heavy. "I have no more. I only managed to sever two of that dragon’s whiskers. Even though it was only at the peak of the titan level at the time, it was wielding the supreme law of time. Even I couldn’t suppress it."

No more...

Feeling the five thousand years of lifespan he had just replenished rapidly burn away—nearly four thousand years gone already—a realization dawned on the High Priest, and he gradually calmed.

With a dry, hoarse voice, he said, "Your Majesty, it seems my end has come. Those who pry into fate shall eventually be devoured by fate itself."

As he spoke, the few remaining teeth in his mouth fell out. The fine scales on his body turned yellow and withered, and a stench of rot began to permeate the air, just like the decay of the angels[1] described in myths and legends.

"Yet even if I am about to vanish from this world, I will sever the human race’s fate for the empire. That human must die. He is far more terrifying than we anticipated."

Boom!

A powerful aura exploded from the High Priest's withered body. Mysterious golden markings surfaced on his forehead, and the entire demonic capital took on a sacred atmosphere. The seven-colored stream beneath him surged violently.

The High Priest reached into the stream with both hands, laboriously pulling out a thread of golden light.

Meanwhile, his back split apart. Amid tearing flesh and splintering bones, a pair of thin, shriveled arms grew out from his back. He violently ripped a palm-sized black scale from his chest.

Spat!

The High Priest coated the scale in a mouthful of heart’s blood, then infused it with the golden thread of light. Instantly, the demonic qi surrounding the area weakened drastically, plunging into extreme frailty.

"Your Majesty, crush this Scale of Fate, and you will be able to locate that... hu—" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Before he could finish his words, the High Priest, now like a mummified corpse, was engulfed by the raging golden flames. He was reduced to drifting ashes, utterly erased by some unknown force.

Deorus stared solemnly at the black scale floating in the air. He hadn’t expected this pursuit would lead to the fall of the empire’s High Priest.

In the Purgatory Clan, a High Priest who cultivated the power of fate was an indispensable asset, playing a crucial role at critical moments. This death only further solidified Deorus's resolve to utterly annihilate Chen Chu.

Just by glimpsing his location, a High Priest who cultivated the power of fate and had reached the peak of the demon-king level was killed by backlash. The might of this human's fate had even surpassed the demon-god level.

"This human must die," Deorus said, his eyes brimming with killing intent. However, he didn’t immediately rush back to the empire; instead, he turned his gaze toward the distant frontlines, tens of thousands of kilometers away.

A "Child of Fate" like Chen Chu was notoriously difficult to kill, especially now that he had already seized his destined momentum. At his peak outburst, his strength even rivaled the pinnacle of a great demon king.

Thus, absolute preparation was necessary. Given that the High Priest had been killed just by peering at him, Deorus felt that even a single demon god potentially wouldn’t be enough to ensure the death of this human.

Meanwhile, the frontlines were once again engulfed in slaughter. Under the blood-colored moonlight, the entire world resembled a hell filled with seas of blood.

A few days ago, a single strike from the Celestial Annihilation Satellite had completely obliterated one of the Purgatory Clan’s four main fronts. The rear logistics and vassal armies had been reduced by thirty to forty percent.

Yet even this had only slightly eased the battlefield pressure. On the ground, the human armies were gaining the upper hand, pushing forward over a thousand kilometers and forcing the Purgatory forces into steady retreat.

However, in the skies above, the battle remained fierce. The Purgatory Clan still held a numerical advantage in demon-king- and great-demon-king-level combatants.

Nearly forty-four demon kings besieged thirty-seven human kings, and eight great demon kings assaulted six heavenly kings. Above them, across ten thousand kilometers of sky, three demon gods clashed with two supreme powerhouses empowered by Heavenly King Zhenwu

Cataclysmic shockwaves swept across over ten thousand kilometers of battlefield, tearing apart the sky and earth. The radiance of the clashing laws illuminated the heavens, and the roaring explosions of the shattering void echoed endlessly.

This brutal battle exceeded everyone's expectations, including the Heavenly Feathered Race concealed within the orbital battleships at the human rear. Even they wore grim expressions.

The power displayed by the Purgatory Clan was simply monstrous. Even just two newly founded Demon God Empires, each only a few thousand years old, had shown such terrifying might.

By the Purgatory Clan's usual standards, in any war against other civilizations, they would only mobilize half of their forces. The other half was always reserved to guard their imperial territories.

Thus, the true strength of a single empire was only slightly inferior to the full might of humanity, and if the two empires fully united their forces, they could utterly crush them.

Of course, that was just the ideal situation. In reality, with such vast territories to guard, too many places required suppression and defense. Even during an extinction war, the Demon God Empires could only mobilize two-thirds of their total strength.

By contrast, humanity was defending a relatively compact territory of twenty to thirty thousand kilometers, with the entire Blue Planet as their rear. Thus, they could concentrate all of their forces at the front, including faster logistical support.

1. In Buddhist scriptures, Devas are angels born from reincarnated souls. As such, they are considered mortal, and there are five signs of their decay; the flowery crown withering, sweat pouring from the armpits, the robe becoming soiled, the loss of self-awareness or dissatisfaction with the lotus it sits on, and the body becoming fetid or ceasing to give off light. ☜