I just covet their strength

Chapter 328 I’m a power dog!
"laugh--"

At the moment when the demonic form of the Lord of Withering disappeared, Westhead also felt a powerful spiritual power coming towards him, almost making him faint.

When a shadow of a god is dying, it releases the final curse, which contains infinite resentment. Generally speaking, this regret will be quite difficult to deal with. It is normal to have severe debuffs lasting for several years, and some will even drag the enemy for a one-for-one exchange.

However, Westhead has the [Demonic Vein] in his body, as well as the blessing and protection of the most ancient demon, [Lord of Extinction]. The Lord of Withering's last fight was obviously in vain. Not only that, he also gave Westhead a big gift.

The exploding secondary divine power turned into particles visible to the naked eye and merged into Westhead's body bit by bit.

[The demonic vein is absorbing secondary divine power]

[Secondary divine power is condensing]

【Capture completed! 】

Holding the blade of Shadow Life tightly, the bright red blade cut through the palm of his hand, and Westhead could hear the sound of evening prayer.

[My love, I can extract characteristics from it, which may be useful to you]

The man opened his violet eyes wide, with a look of fatigue and joy in them.

[Demonic Vein] can originally store secondary divine power, but if the Lord of Withering is only used as fuel, it would be a bit of a waste. You know, divine life is full of treasures, but it is difficult for mortal beings to process and utilize it.

Things that are blessed by divinity have already proven their value through miraculous blessings from the gods.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Evening Prayer."

Westhead conveyed his thoughts into [Shadow Life] and promised solemnly:
"I will make good use of your gift. Besides, studying these demons is also very useful. Although the seals they suffered are different from yours, they are both shadows of gods, so there must be similarities."

Still drawing the pie! Still drawing the pie!
[It doesn't matter, as long as I can help you, my love, this moment is the best time]

Evening Prayer didn't care much about it. As a great demon that had existed for ten thousand years, time was nothing to her.

One year? A hundred years or a thousand years is about the same.

Westhead let out a long sigh. He was not really just making empty promises, but he really couldn't free up the time to liberate Evening Prayer. After all, that was the Kingdom of the Sky, and [Chronolysis] would not play along with you!
The chaos wave can only be regarded as a feint to erode other orderly countries, but it is the real violent attack on the people of the Sky that will stop at nothing.

The final effect achieved was also very objective. It directly distorted the anchored laws of time and space and threw the Kingdom of the Sky into an endless vortex of time and space. As a result, the most powerful country in the world was trapped between the past and the future.

Even though Westhead is now considered the T0 in the mortal world, facing the confrontation between the oldest gods and the will of chaos, he is just a slightly stronger ant.

In the storm and waves of [Time Collapse], the so-called legendary position is just a pitiful lonely boat.

At least one needs to wait until one reaches the transcendent level of the long steps to godhood and approaches the realm of demigod before one has the confidence to give it a try. Even then, there is no complete certainty.

Standing up, Westhead looked around. The hills on the outskirts of the City in the Lake had been ravaged beyond recognition.

In his battle with the Lord of Withering, he didn't care much about the direction. He just tried to avoid the crowd. However, even so, there were still a lot of people chasing him from behind. Soon, a large number of people flocked to where Westhead was.

"Your Majesty!"

"Brother!"

“Lord Qinghui!!”

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Whether it was their own trusted followers or the allies of the royal court, when they saw that there was only a man with black hair and purple eyes standing there, they were all stunned:
"Lord of Withering. Where is the Skull Demon?"

"Isn't this asking even though you already know the answer? He's dead."

Westhead Feng Danyun tilted his head and chuckled, flicked his wrist, and put Yingsheng into the scabbard in a cool manner:
"Humph, divine life is nothing more than this."

In fact, Westhead's game was not easy and was far from being a crushing victory.

After several days and nights of fierce fighting, except for the last resort skill, [Soul Burning Technique], all the necessary techniques were used and every possible means were used.

The amplification, strengthening and protection provided by [Law Note Scripture] were almost all used up in this battle, and his current condition did not look very good.

The black armor with a dull luster was damaged in large areas. Even though it was more of a decoration and not as good as the well-trained body, the man's body was still severely damaged. The body that exuded masculine beauty was bitten by the bone demon's innate ability, and it was flowing with bright red blood, and the bones that were burned like charcoal could be seen.

The arms engraved with many runes were cut by fine light golden runes, and it seemed that they would fall apart at the next moment. The hair as dark as night also became dry and messy due to touching the devil's realm.

However, even in such a fragmented posture, Westhead's profile is extremely charming, or even more charming. If he usually presents the ultimate gorgeousness, then the man in a battle-damaged state at this moment reveals a sense of iron and broken beauty.

Even when the light is out and the oil is running out, Westhead maintains a decent posture, giving people a shocking feeling that is no less than that of his image in fine clothes and on a horse.

Yulda was stunned for a moment, then decisively took out the camera and took pictures of Westhead. Mephis rushed forward, presented a cloak to his master, and respectfully supported His Majesty the Knight King.

The elf military officers of the royal court stopped and stared, their pupils trembling:
"It can actually defeat the Shadow of the God"

No one would look down on Lord Qinghui because of Westhead's miserable condition, because he was facing a demon! A divine being through and through! Although it was not to say that a divine being could not be defeated, this was the first time a demon was killed by a mortal since the demons had been wreaking havoc in the Qianlu Royal Court.

What's more, no matter what, Westhead is the winner, and he is the one standing here with his head held high!
"What's wrong? Do you think I can't do it?"

Westhead came to Amitron and other royal elves, chuckled and said:

"You really look down on me. You asked me to fight, but you don't even put your hope of winning on me?"

The elf military officer waved his hands repeatedly:

"No! Absolutely not! We just don't want Lord Qinghui to be in danger. There is a safer way in the plan. As long as you can contain the demon's body, it will be fine. But if you can kill it, it will be the best result."

"If that's the case, then how does the royal court celebrate the victor?"

Westhead's eyes narrowed and he smiled.

Following his hint, no, explicit instruction, the elven military officers of the royal court bowed and saluted, some even kneeling on one knee.

"Please forgive our impoliteness, Mr. Westhead, and please accept our highest respects!"

"May your bravery sound a triumphant song, and may your path be free of noise!"

They had no dissatisfaction at all. Westhead's achievements were enough for them to kneel down and pay tribute humbly. It would be better to say that Westhead was a little too cute for just making such a request.

Most of the elves were relatively restrained, but some - especially Amitron and others - even took this opportunity to take advantage of Westhead and kiss him openly.

"Killing this guy has made me a little tired. I will not join the rest of the battle. I will leave it to you to finish it off. Is this a complete victory?"

Seeing that he had successfully established a respected image in the hearts of the elves in the royal court, Westhead nodded contentedly and said.

After dealing with the Lord of Withering and his bone demon minions, there shouldn't be any difficulties. It can't be that the central army can't defeat the local forces, right?

However, Yuerda put away the camera after hearing this and said:

"It's actually not that simple. While you were fighting the Lord of Withering, the demon Lord of Blazing Flame that was entrenched nearby sent his troops to attack."

Um? Are there any experts?

Westhead was silent after hearing this.

He knew his own body best. Even with the recovery power of [Withered Glory Yang], the accumulated injuries left by the Lord of Withering were terrifying enough. Westhead would need at least a week to recover, and it would be difficult for him to fight again during this period.

It was too much for Westhead to fight against a divine being with a mortal body and win purely by numbers. If another demon came, he would really have to retreat.

But it's a bit too embarrassing to show off in front of everyone and then shrink back immediately.

As if they had sensed Westhead's difficulty, the elf military officers hurriedly said:
"Please don't worry. You don't need to take any more action. We have already repaired the nodes of these lake cities and sent out signals. There will be no problem at all."

"Because the Grand Tutor has arrived!"

After the Royal Court coalition forces set out, the team of tuners led by Elivitt was actually on standby at any time. It was not that they were shrinking back, but the power of the tuners could not be exerted in the twisted ensemble of demons.

Therefore, the main goal of the battle is not to defeat the demonic form, but to recapture the city in the lake and correct the [Thousand Laws Code] that was distorted and tampered with by the shadow of the god, that's all.

As long as this goal is achieved, everything else will not be a problem.

"The goal was achieved so quickly. Was choosing foreign aid such a correct first step?"

Ilevitt stood at the bow of the setting-off wavebreaker, hundreds of tuners behind him methodically weaving spells, trying to reconnect this place with the grand ensemble of the Central Royal Court.

The results of the restoration are then inspected by the Grand Tuner himself.

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Elevit raised his hands and danced gently as if conducting a symphony.

His eyes were covered with a brilliant luster, and the light golden strings that were invisible to others appeared around his body, flashing and interlacing continuously.

What Ilevitt did was to operate the [Thousand Laws Code] by relying on the characteristics of his own profession.

“The harmony of the music is only possible because of the majesty of thousands of mountains and the breadth of tens of thousands of rivers.”

"The discordant sound will be cleared away now!"

With a slight wave of his hand, the territory once occupied by the Lord of Withering began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The twisted and withered jungle has escaped erosion and regained its vitality. The vast jungle has grown branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming lush green and full of flowers.

The city in the lake, which was badly damaged, has been restored to its original place as if time had gone back.

Even the terrain that was torn apart during the battle between Westhead and the Lord of Withering was restored in the midst of the earth-shaking earthquake. The torn enemy was healed, the broken valley was filled, and even the garden that was ravaged by the Extinguished Fire and the Law of Withering was soothed in just a few moments, smoothing out all the scars imprinted on the earth.

As for the enemy troops near the border and marching towards this place, the descendants of the Fire Demons of the Lord of Blazing Flame were repeatedly swept by the invisible waves of magic power. Tens of thousands of military formations, huge and majestic war structures, and the Fire Demons watered by lava were like sand castles facing a tsunami. They were washed away to pieces like mere toys and were completely defeated.

And all this happened in just a few hours after Elevit invoked the Thousand Laws Ceremony.

Westhead, who witnessed all this, was extremely surprised. Even though he had long been aware of the power and status of the Thousand Laws Code, but knowing and seeing it with one's own eyes were two different concepts. A legendary strong man could certainly tear the earth's surface and destroy mountains, but carrying out such a large-scale repair and cleanup was beyond human power.

What is creative mode?! What the hell is wrong with my permissions!

Westhead: "My goodness, this power is close to a miracle. No, it is a miracle. The power used by the Tuner comes directly from this land of music."

Seeing this, the elves in the royal court couldn't help but proudly said to Westhead:

"This is the power of a tuner! In this land, we are invincible with the protection of the God Ancestor!"

Although their purpose in saying this was to prove to Westhead that the Royal Court also had strength and did not rely solely on external aid, it did not sound so pleasant to the latter.

At least Westhead has given up the idea of ​​confronting Elevit head-on. This authority dog ​​is really useless. He has both numbers and mechanisms.

After the Grand Tuner took action, the cities in the lakes occupied by the Lord of Withering were finally completely recovered. Even if the devil himself came, he would not be able to withstand the power of the Thousand Laws Ceremony.

Westhead also joined the team of tuners at the nearest city on the lake.

"Lord Qinghui, I heard that you killed the Lord of Withering alone?"

As soon as they met, Elevit said straight to the point: "Very good, very good, I think I can trust you a little more."

The words were still so straightforward that they made people feel uncomfortable. Although they were clearly compliments, Westhead did not feel much respect.

Westhead sighed and said:
"I overestimated myself. I put all my efforts into a demon that was not even ranked. If the shadows of the gods appear one after another, I might find it difficult to deal with them. Sir Ilevitt, if you can take on my companions as well, the pace of liberating the Land of Music will obviously be much faster."

"Let's leave this matter for later discussion. I have another important matter to deal with right now."

In the past, the Chief Tutor would have definitely refused outright, but this time he actually left room for maneuver.

Ilevitt turned around and looked at the city in the lake, saying bitterly:

"That is to settle accounts with the betrayers!"

(End of this chapter)