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Chapter 1215 Shining Mishra!
Mishra and Ashura destroyed their respective warships, and then they saw Esdeath, Denise and Scathach also causing damage.

A trace of doubt flashed in Ashura's eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Could it be that so many powerful humans have emerged on Earth? When did this happen?"

Although he was filled with curiosity, Ashura quickly put those thoughts behind him.

He has only one goal, and that is to kill Carlo!
He rushed into the main ship where Carlo was.

Inside the main ship, the lights were on, and huge glass containers were arranged densely like giant honeycombs. In each container, there were 10,000 souls suspended, sleeping quietly, as if forgotten by time.

These souls are the "harvest" carefully collected by the Divine Army every time they descend on King Kong Earth. They are regarded as tools for the gods to maintain their power and rule, just like farmers harvesting crops regularly. In their eyes, humans are nothing more than weeds. As long as some of their seeds are left, they can reproduce endlessly and thrive on their own.

This is how the gods have been harvesting human souls for twelve thousand five hundred years.

Ashura stood in front of these containers, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Since his fall, the Kingdom of God has actually fallen to such an extent that it has begun to plunder human souls on such a large scale.

Each of these souls carries the weight of life, each was once a unique existence, but now they are imprisoned here like commodities.

Mishra followed closely behind and rushed into the main ship.

When she saw those souls, her body trembled involuntarily.

As a member of the human race, she can deeply understand the helplessness and despair.

Even Asura, the former god, was shocked by this scene, let alone Mishra?
Tears glistened in Mishra's eyes, and her heart was driven by a strong emotion.

These souls are not just data or energy, they were once living people who had dreams, laughter and tears.

At this moment, Mishra's anger and grief reached its peak. She vowed to completely destroy this cruel system and save these innocent souls.

She strengthened her will to destroy the Kingdom of God. Her determination to do so was as firm as a rock. Even the souls lingering around her seemed to be infected by her determination and began to emit a faint blue light. These lights intertwined in the night sky like stars falling into the mortal world, and finally converged into a magnificent ocean of light.

These souls miraculously broke free from the containers that bound them. They broke free and turned into warm and soft light, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, gently penetrating the darkness and slowly merging into Mishra's body.

The integration of each ray of light is accompanied by an indescribable emotional fluctuation, which is the most sincere emotion in the depths of the soul, including pain, resentment, and unwillingness... These negative emotions are like surging waves, hitting Mishra's mind one after another. However, it is under the impact of this force that the eight negative mantras that have been dormant in her body for a long time are completely activated.

Asura looked at this scene in shock. Shouldn't the soul be like a rootless duckweed, without any reaction? Why would this happen?
Why could he feel their will and power so clearly at this moment? Ashura was filled with confusion and surprise.

Mishra was completely different. She could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations from those souls.

Pain, resentment, unwillingness... these negative emotions surged like a tide, impacting her soul, but also stimulated the eight negative mantra powers that had been dormant in her body for a long time.

She originally cultivated these powers in order to fight against fate, but now, stimulated by negative emotions, they have become stronger than ever before.

However, as this negative force was raging, a completely opposite force was quietly awakening in Mishra. It was the tragic sacrifice, the dawn of hope, the sweetness of love... These positive emotions were like spring rain, gently brushing every corner of her heart, nourishing her and giving her strength.

Positive and negative, sixteen different colors of mantra power intertwined, collided, and merged in her body, and finally turned into brilliant rays of light, wrapping her whole body, making her look like a holy spirit descending to the world, emitting a dazzling but not glaring light all over her body. It was a symbol of the perfect fusion of light and darkness, and the perfect combination of power and wisdom.

"This...this is..."

Asura was stunned, he had never seen such a spectacular sight and he never expected that Mishra could master and integrate so much mantra power so easily.

"Shining Mishra!"

Chang Wei gave Mishra in this state a name.

Because now Mishra seemed to have turned into a moving rainbow, with strange light and brilliance, illuminating the entire main ship.

A huge halo formed around Mishra's body, which was a manifestation of the power of mantra in her body.

She felt the pain and despair of the souls around her. The pain and anger of those souls oppressed and exploited by the Kingdom of God now turned into the driving force for Mishra to move forward.

She knew that she had to do something. For the sake of those innocent souls, for justice and freedom, she had to make all these mistakes disappear into thin air.

However, when Mishra and Ashura finally rushed into where Carlo was, they found that Carlo had already made preparations in advance.

He activated the self-destruct programs of all the warships, using these behemoths as his cover, and fled the scene in an escape boat with a smug smile.

"Only a fool would fight a wild beast. Goodbye, Ashura."

Carlo's projection emerged in the void, mocking Ashura's stupidity and impulsiveness.

The next moment, accompanied by a deafening explosion, all the warships turned into brilliant fireworks, lighting up the night sky, and also bringing destruction and despair.

The shock wave generated by the explosion swept over.

Just when Carlo thought he had escaped, and was regretting that his soul had been wasted and it would take hundreds of years before he could collect souls again, his escape pod suddenly shook!
The next moment, Asura's ferocious face and whites of the eyes, as well as Mishra's shining figure, appeared on the escape pod's screen.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

Mishra's spear of light pierced through the escape pod, leaving Carlo no time to talk nonsense.

Ashura's face was blown up by the explosion, and before he could say anything, he turned into a fireball and fell from the sky.

On the ground, a sturdy old man with white hair was looking at the falling fireball.

(End of this chapter)