Chapter 135 Furness's Terrifying Strength
However.
It's too late.
Funina gracefully twirled in the air, as if she were giving her final bow.
With her dance steps.
A torrential downpour began.
Every drop of rain is the sharpest blade.
No.
More terrifying than a blade.
That is the embodiment of the rules.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
A series of muffled thuds exploded in the sky.
It's like countless balloons being popped at the same time.
As soon as a priest wielding a giant axe raised his weapon, he exploded into a cloud of blue mist.
He didn't even have time to scream.
Only the giant axe fell from the sky, and before it even hit the ground, it rusted and disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a pool of molten iron.
Then came the second, the third...
The once overwhelming army of gods now resembles a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.
They disappeared in large swaths.
There were no bodies.
There were no missing limbs or broken arms.
There wasn't even a smell of blood.
All the gods, upon coming into contact with that blue light, were reduced to their most primal water elemental form.
Return to the origin.
This is the gentlest form of execution.
It is also the cruelest form of annihilation.
On the ground.
Tang San stared blankly at the sky.
His mouth was agape, and his jaw was almost dislocated.
One second ago.
There were still thousands of troops there, which was his biggest trump card for turning the tide.
The next second.
All that remained was a clear blue sky and the girl dancing gracefully in the air.
More than a thousand gods.
That's it...gone?
Didn't you hear a sound at all?
"No..."
Tang San made a "clucking" sound from his throat; it was a spasm of his vocal cords due to extreme tension.
"This is impossible..."
"That's the divine enforcement team..."
"That's... God..."
A drop of rain fell on his face.
It's cold.
Tang San suddenly shuddered.
He instinctively reached out to touch it, but only found his hand covered in cold sweat.
In this rainwater.
It seems that the resentment of those gods still lingers.
"alright."
Funina stopped dancing and took a soft breath.
The enormous phantom behind him slowly dissipated.
She performed a standard skirt-lifting bow towards the empty sky.
"The noise has been cleared."
"Then, the performance continues."
Fu Ningna turned her head and looked down at Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, who stood like stone sculptures.
What are you standing there for?
"That guy isn't dead yet."
She pointed to Tang San, who was slumped on the ground.
Bibi Dong suddenly came to her senses.
She glanced at the petite figure in the sky, a deep sense of awe flashing in her eyes.
Is this the power of otherworldly gods?
With a wave of the hand.
Slaughtering gods is as easy as slaughtering dogs.
In comparison.
The so-called Rakshasa Godhood that I used to pursue was like a child's toy.
"Xiaoxue".
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.
"Let's do it."
Regardless of who this Funina is.
At least for now.
She was on his side.
Qian Renxue remained silent.
She simply gripped the angelic sword in her hand.
The flames on the sword's edge reignited, burning even hotter than before.
That was the glimmer of hope.
It is also the flame of revenge.
The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, then transformed into streaks of light and shot out once more.
And this time...
Tang San no longer possessed that arrogant composure.
He frantically raised the trident of Neptune, attempting to parry.
But his hands were shaking.
My heart is trembling.
That was the weakness that followed the collapse of faith.
It is also the real fear of facing death.
"No...don't come any closer!"
Tang San retreated while haphazardly waving the divine weapon in his hand.
Completely haphazard.
At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the majesty of a god-king?
He was exactly like a cornered dog driven to the brink of despair.
...
On the high platform.
Navelette withdrew her gaze.
He was unmoved by the more than a thousand lives that vanished from the sky.
It was like casually brushing away a speck of dust.
"Well done."
He said to Funina, who had fallen back to his side.
Funina proudly raised her chin, and the ahoge on her head swayed.
"Of course."
"With the Water God in charge, it's naturally a piece of cake to capture them."
"but..."
She glanced at the empty snack bag in her hand and wrinkled her nose in annoyance.
"I used too much force just now, and I'm hungry."
"Navilette, I want to eat cake."
"I want the kind with lots of cream."
Navelette looked at her self-righteous demeanor, and the corners of her usually cold and hard lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
"Wait until this is over."
"If you do well."
Two pieces.
Funina's eyes instantly lit up like searchlights.
"make a deal!"
...
The Divine Realm Committee.
A deathly silence.
Beside the enormous round table, of the seats of the five supreme gods, only the God of Asura remained standing.
The other four god-kings sat stiffly in their chairs, as if frozen in place.
The enormous celestial screen that had been displaying images of the lower realm had now turned into a snowflake.
The signal is lost.
In that very instant.
More than a thousand life signals went out simultaneously.
There was no delay.
It was like someone had pulled the power switch.
The only sound in the entire hall was the crackling of electricity.
The goddess of life's hand was trembling.
She covered her lips, her once vibrant eyes now filled with terror.
"They're all...dead?"
She asked, her voice trembling.
Even the most brutal war between the dragon gods in the divine realm had never happened like this.
More than a thousand deities.
Even if they lined up to be killed by the Dragon God, it would still take a while, right?
But now.
In the blink of an eye.
Even those few second-level deities didn't have time to let out a scream.
Just like that, it's gone.
What does this mean?
This means that the power the other party possesses has completely exceeded their comprehension.
The God of Destruction's body, shrouded in a cloak, undulated slightly.
He considered himself to be the strongest attacker in the divine realm.
But it would take the ability to instantly kill a thousand gods without using any super-powerful techniques.
He can't do it either.
"Asura..."
The god of evil swallowed hard and looked at the figure standing at the head of the table.
The Asura God had his back to everyone.
He remained silent.
But the temperature in the entire hall is dropping rapidly.
A layer of dark red frost began to condense on the once magnificent temple walls.
That was murderous intent.
A tangible intent to kill.
"good."
"Very good."
The Asura God's voice was very soft.
It was as light as a lover's whisper.
But every word uttered was accompanied by a crisp sound of space cracking.
He slowly turned around.
That once cold and dignified face was now covered with ferocious blue veins.
In those scarlet eyes, it seemed as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were churning.
How many years has it been?
Since he took over the power of law enforcement in the divine realm.
Who dares to slap him in the face like this?
Not only did he publicly humiliate his successor.
He crushed the entire enforcement team he had sent down, just like squeezing an insect.
This is a declaration of war.
It is a blatant trampling of the authority of the divine realm.
It was an act of urinating and defecating anywhere, which tarnished his dignity as a Shura god.
"That woman..."
"And that man..."
The Asura God raised his hand.
Those were the hands that had just been tapping on the table, but were now clenched into fists.
The dark red Asura Demon Sword appeared in his palm at some unknown time.
The sword trembled.
Craving blood.
"I don't care which dimension you come from."
"It doesn't matter what kind of support you have behind you."
"Kill my thousand gods."
"This grudge..."
"A fight to the death!"
boom!
The Asura God suddenly swung his arm.
The Asura Demon Sword in his hand slammed heavily onto the round table in front of him.
The round table, which symbolized the highest power in the divine realm, was instantly reduced to dust.
The violent sword energy continued its unabated momentum, directly blowing away half of the seemingly indestructible dome of the Divine Realm Committee.
The clouds of the divine realm were torn apart.
It revealed the pitch-black, deep void.
"Pass on the order!"
The roar of the Asura God resounded throughout the entire divine realm, causing countless temples to tremble and nearly collapse.
"All beings belonging to the Divine Realm above the First-Level Deity, assemble!"
"I will personally lead the army into battle!"
"I will extract those two bastard souls and burn them in the fires of purgatory for billions of years!"
The roar of the Asura God still echoed in the divine realm, causing dust to fall from the shattered dome.
The murderous intent in the air was so thick and viscous that it almost solidified into tangible blood.
Just then.
Sizzle—
A piercing electrical hum suddenly erupted, like rusty iron scraping against glass.
The sound wasn't loud, but it abruptly cut off the Asura God's powerful roar.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
The vast sky, which had turned into a snowy expanse due to the signal cutoff, suddenly lit up again without warning.
The screen flickered twice.
The black and white noise quickly faded away, replaced by pure black.
It's not the darkness of the night sky.
It is a void where there is no light source and no matter exists.
A line of large, gilded characters, like a red-hot branding iron, slowly emerged from this void.
[Final Memorable Scene: The Complete Dragon, Judgment Galaxy]
Inside the divine palace, there was a deathly silence.
The first-level deities who had just gathered and were preparing to rush towards the teleportation array involuntarily stopped in their tracks.
The Asura God's hand, holding the sword, froze in mid-air.
His eye twitched.
This broken screen can still light up?
But he didn't have time to get angry.
Because the image on the screen moved.
...
There was no earth-shattering background music.
In the picture, only Navelette is present.
But he no longer looks like a human.
It doesn't have any exaggerated three heads and six arms, nor does it have any ferocious scales and claws.
He just stood there.
She has a slender figure and long, flowing hair.
But what flowed behind him was no longer a cloak, but two long rivers formed by the convergence of starlight.
The camera zooms out.
Zoom out further.
Everyone staring at the screen had their pupils contract violently at that moment.
That's not standing on flat ground.
What Villette was standing on was a giant spiral galaxy.
Hundreds of millions of stars spun beneath his feet, emitting a faint glow like fireflies.
He was like a giant outside an observation box, looking down at this universe.
"guilty."
Navelette spoke.
The sound came through the celestial canopy, revealing no emotional fluctuation.
There was no response.
Because sound cannot travel in a vacuum.
But those two simple words seemed to explode directly inside everyone's skull.
As the words fell.
He slowly raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, a ball of dark blue liquid was churning.
That's not ordinary water.
That is the source of the primordial womb, the cradle of all things, and also the tombstone that ends everything.
Snap.
A drop of water slipped from his fingertip.
It dripped into the vast Milky Way.
There was no explosion.
There was no photothermal reaction either.
The moment that drop of water touched the edge of the galaxy, it spread wildly.
The stars, which were originally moving along their gravitational orbits, seemed to have been put on pause.
Immediately afterwards.
Extinguished.
A star went out.
Two.
Ten thousand.
Hundreds of millions.
In the picture, the dazzling Milky Way looks like it has been splashed with ink.
The light disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The massive star, which was burning with nuclear fusion flames, disintegrated the moment it came into contact with the blue water.
No debris flew around.
All matter, whether rock, gas, or light, was assimilated into water.
That single drop of water transformed into a tsunami that swallowed the universe.
The black hole is wailing.
Its proud gravitational horizon is as fragile as a soap bubble in the face of the absolute laws of the water element.
puff.
The black hole disintegrated.
It devoured matter that had accumulated over countless years, which was then completely regenerated and expelled, before instantly liquefying.
In just three seconds.
The entire galaxy has disappeared.
Instead, there was a giant water sphere of the same size, flowing silently in the void.
Dead silence.
peaceful.
Navelette withdrew her hand, her gaze piercing through the screen, as if she were looking into the soul of every viewer.
The screen gradually dimmed.
In the end, it all returned to nothingness.
...
Douluo Continent, Jialing Pass.
The wind stopped.
The smell of gunpowder seemed to linger in the air.
Funina had half a cookie dangling from her mouth; she'd found it in the ruins.
Now, the cookie has fallen.
It fell with a thud onto the dusty rubble.
She was completely unaware.
Her neck, like a rusty gear, turned haltingly, turning slowly, as she looked at the man beside her.
Navelette remained with her hands behind her back, staring blankly at the sky.
Even the wrinkles at the hem of her clothes hadn't changed.
"That..."
Funina swallowed hard.
A dry, rattling sound came from his throat.
"Naviette?"
"Um."
Navelette responded, her gaze remaining fixed.
"That... was it you?"
Funina stretched out her finger and pointed to the darkening sky, her finger trembling as if she had Parkinson's disease.
"A possibility for the future."
Navelette spoke in a flat tone, as if discussing what to eat for dinner.
"Or it could be a deduction after regaining all of Gu Long's power."
"At present, it is a little difficult to achieve that level."
a little.
some.
It was difficult.
Funina's lips twitched twice.
She wanted to complain.
I want to scream.
I wanted to grab this man by the collar and ask him if he was in Versailles.
In the end, she simply pulled her hat down further to cover her somewhat unfocused eyes.
"oh."
"knew."
She didn't want to talk anymore.
I'm mentally exhausted.
Five meters behind the two.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue stood side by side.
Their bodies were ramrod straight, as stiff as two newly unearthed terracotta warriors.
Sweat streamed down Bibi Dong's forehead and into her eyes, stinging painfully.
But she dared not blink.
They didn't even dare to breathe.
Just now.
She was still in awe of how this man had instantly killed a thousand gods.
I felt like I had finally found a powerful patron I'd never had before.
But now.
She only felt her legs go weak.
That's not a thigh.
This is clearly a demon god who could crush the entire Douluo Star like a marble at any moment.
Destroying galaxies?
Turn a black hole into water?
(End of chapter)