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Chapter 1242 Alora, it's up to you to kill the Chakravartin!

Gliding with golden light, sacred and majestic, the Chakyapatti form of the Chakravartin is like the brightest star in the universe. His appearance seems to tear apart the boundaries of time and space, causing the entire universe to tremble.

Even a strong person like Alora could not help but feel a deep sense of pressure and awe in the face of this unprecedented power and majesty, as if she was as small as dust and could be swallowed up by this power at any time.

The Chakravartin was tall and upright, with golden light emanating from his body, as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at him.

It seems to contain endless wisdom and compassion.

His face was calm and solemn, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under his control.

Alora felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy. She could clearly feel the powerful strength and pressure emanating from the other party. It was a mighty force that was enough to shake the entire universe. It seemed as if even the stars were trembling in the face of this force, making her feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"who are you?"

There was a tremor in Alora's voice. She didn't know why she was facing such a powerful being.

In her opinion, even Blitra seemed insignificant in front of the other party.

The Chakravartin smiled slightly, and his voice sounded like the sound of nature, full of compassion and wisdom: "I am the true God! I guide all living beings and grant you the power of the true words of your ancestors."

His voice seemed to be able to penetrate Allura's soul, making her feel an inexplicable shock and awe.

Alora was stunned when she heard this. She had never heard of such an existence, nor had she ever imagined that there would be such a powerful life form in the universe.

In her world, Blitoro was the limit of what she could imagine, but at this moment, she realized how narrow her vision was.

A strong sense of doubt and uneasiness surged in her heart, but more of it was shock and awe at the identity of the Chakravartin.

The Chakravartin looked at Alora, as if a true god was reading out the fate of all living beings: "I gave birth to Bhritarāshtra from the conflict between the planets, and named it the Trial of Karma, which spread all over the world. This is all to shape and create you. Only those who control the planets can guide all living beings. I found that you are not the destined one. Therefore, I advise you to retreat to avoid unnecessary casualties."

The Chakravartin originally thought that after he demonstrated his power and identity, Alora would leave like the powerful men in countless previous eras.

But he was wrong.

When Alora heard this, the anger in her heart was instantly ignited.

She finally understood that it was the Chakravartin who was manipulating all of this, and it was all because of him!

She clenched her fists, and colorful waves of energy ignited from her body, as dazzling as a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

"It turns out that you are the one behind everything! Everything is because of you!"

There was endless anger and unwillingness in her voice, as if she wanted to pour out all the pain and despair in her heart.

She thought of the sacrifices of mankind, those innocent lives that disappeared without a trace in the battle between the demons and the kingdom of God.

Twelve thousand five hundred years, seven trillion human deaths, what a shocking number! How many people die on average each year? How could these lives be sacrificed in vain?

Blidor was eliminated, but the person behind the scenes said that she was not destined and wanted her to leave on her own?

She could no longer endure this manipulated fate.

"I will never back down! I will seek justice for those innocent lives! I will break your control!"

The Chakravartin was slightly stunned. He did not expect that Alora would so resolutely reject his advice to withdraw.

He frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his voice: "Do you know what it means to disobey my orders?"

Allura met his gaze without fear. "All I know is that I can't let innocent lives continue to be sacrificed! I can't let this world continue to be manipulated!"

Upon hearing this, the Chakravartin sneered, "Humph! Ignorance is fearless! Since you are so persistent, don't blame me for being rude!"

Alora rushed towards the Chakravartin like a flash of lightning and punched him with a punch that was so powerful that it was enough to shake the entire universe. Even a strong man like Brittarā did not dare to take it head-on.

However, the Chakravartin only gently extended a finger, and that seemingly ordinary action contained endless power, setting up an invisible defense in front of him, like a barrier in space, indestructible.

Alora's fist, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, hit the defense fiercely, instantly splashing golden ripples. The ripples spread like ripples, but the moment they touched the defense, they disappeared without a trace like a drop of water in the ocean, and not even a crack was left on the defense.

The Chakravartin lightly bent his fingers, as if playing the most distant piano music in the world. An invisible force was emitted, and Alora's body was instantly flung away by this force. Like a kite with a broken string, she tumbled in the air, drawing a long arc.

Allura fell heavily to the ground, dust flew everywhere, and the air around her seemed to tremble with the blow.

She struggled, holding her hands on the ground, trying to get up, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, which was a testimony to her unyielding will. Although her body was in unspeakable pain, her eyes were still firm, flashing with an unyielding light.

The Chakravartin was watching all this coldly. His deep eyes seemed to contain the mysteries of the endless stars and the universe.

He had never taken beings like Alora seriously and regarded them as ants. However, at this moment, this "ant" dared to challenge his authority, which made him feel a little angry. It was the disdain and anger for the tiny life that dared to resist.

He slowly raised the Zen staff in his hand, which emitted a faint golden light, and every ray of light contained endless pressure.

As he waved his hands lightly, he stomped the two Zen sticks heavily on the ground. Suddenly, a golden ripple swept out from under his feet, surging like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by this force, and all objects that blocked its way were ruthlessly swept away.

Alora seemed so small and powerless in front of this force. She was swept away by the golden ripples without even the slightest ability to fight back.

Her body rolled in the air, and the colorful air waves gradually dissipated around her. It was the remaining power of the mantra in her body, which was being devoured bit by bit by this irresistible force.

When Alora fell heavily to the ground again, dust flew everywhere. She struggled to get up, but at this moment she seemed unable to do so.

Her gaze was fixed on the Chakravartin, her eyes filled with resentment and anger. It was a complaint against the injustice of fate and anger at the strong bullying the weak.

(End of this chapter)