r18novel Chapter 414 The Disaster of the Star Dou Great Forest
Chapter 414 The Disaster of the Star Dou Great Forest
"Tang San, I'll kill you!"
Tang San looked at her coldly.
"Teacher Erlong, you're still so impulsive."
The ghost of Ghost Douluo appeared silently behind Liu Erlong.
A dark shadow flashed by.
Liu Erlong's movements suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a withered Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed from the palm of the Chrysanthemum Douluo's spirit, and countless black and gold petals turned into chains, binding Liu Erlong tightly.
Tang San walked step by step to her.
The master finally couldn't help but speak:
"The mistress, Erlong, she..."
Tang San turned to look at the master.
"What's wrong?"
"You want to plead for her?"
The master's face was pale.
Liu Erlong stared intently at the master.
"Xiao Gang..."
"Look at the state you've become."
"Are you really going to watch him kill us?"
The master trembled, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain, struggle, and desire.
But in the end, the Rakshasa token lit up with a purplish-black light.
The master slowly lowered his head.
The last glimmer of hope in Liu Erlong's eyes was shattered completely.
She gave a bitter laugh.
"Yu Xiaogang".
"I've been blind all my life."
The master was struck as if by a heavy blow.
Tang San, however, had already raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
"Since feelings can cause pain."
"Then let you all be free."
As the sickle fell, Liu Erlong collapsed to the ground.
The Crimson Dragon Martial Soul let out a final, mournful cry before vanishing completely.
Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming are still fighting desperately.
However, facing an attack from several undead titled Douluo, they had absolutely no chance.
Zhao Wuji was suppressed head-on by Dai Mubai's undead, and his defenses were shattered from the side by Tailong's undead.
The Immovable King was covered in blood, yet he still burst into wild laughter.
Come on!
"Tang San!"
"Even if I die today, I'd rather kneel before you!"
Tang San said coldly:
"Then die standing up."
The Rakshasa Scythe was swung out once more.
Zhao Wuji froze, and the enormous phantom of the Mighty Vajra Bear collapsed with a crash.
Qin Ming was attacked from both sides by the spirits of Ma Hongjun and Ju Douluo.
He desperately fought his way out with his Fiery Wolf Martial Soul, trying to take Flander's body with him.
But the ghost of the Ghost Douluo emerged from his shadow, and a black ghost hand pressed against his back.
Qin Ming's body trembled, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
In the end, he also collapsed beside Flander.
This is the end.
The council chamber of Shrek Academy fell completely silent.
Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming.
They all died.
Tang San stood in the center of the ruins, his black robes fluttering, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe hanging at his side.
There was no sadness on his face.
I feel no guilt.
There was only a kind of almost numb coldness.
The master stood in the corner, his face ashen.
He looked at Liu Erlong lying on the ground, his lips trembling.
But he didn't rush over, nor did he angrily curse Tang San.
Because he has already chosen the Rakshasa Divine Court.
Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.
Tang San glanced at him and said calmly:
"Teacher, don't be sad."
"Death is not the end."
"They will continue to exist in another way."
After speaking, he raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and a purplish-black light spread from the blade, condensing into a small Rakshasa altar in the center of the council hall.
The moment the altar appeared, wisps of grayish-white soul light rose around the four corpses on the ground.
The souls of Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming were forcibly pulled out of their impending dissipation, and their illusory souls struggled in agony.
Flander glared at Tang San.
"Tang San!"
"You dare!"
Tang San calmly said:
"Dean, since you are unwilling to join the Rakshasa Divine Court alive..."
"Then join after you die."
Flander's spirit struggled frantically, trying to pounce on Tang San.
But Rakshasa's divine power transformed into countless chains, binding him tightly.
Liu Erlong's soul shadow looked at the master, her eyes filled with pain and hatred.
"Xiao Gang..."
The master trembled and staggered back half a step.
Tang San frowned slightly.
"Teacher, look carefully."
"This is the true greatness of the Rakshasa's power."
"It can make death meaningful."
"It can give power back to the defeated."
The master looked up.
On the altar, four souls were enveloped in purplish-black flames.
Screams echoed continuously as the Rakshasa's divine power gradually erased their consciousness, stripped away their memories, and shattered their emotions.
unwilling.
anger.
sad.
Hatred.
All of them were refined into the purest essence of the undead.
Then, Tang San raised his hand and waved.
A large amount of soul power obtained from the massacre of the city surged out from the Rakshasa Space and poured into the four corpses.
Flander's body slowly floated up, and his Four-Eyed Cat-Owl Martial Soul reappeared, only now his wings had turned gray-black and his pupils were burning with ghostly green soul fire.
His spirit rings were forcibly reforged by the power of the Rakshasa.
One after another, illusory soul rings appeared beneath his feet.
Finally, the nine soul rings took shape.
An aura at the level of a titled Douluo of the undead emanated from his body.
Tang San said calmly:
"Flander, the Four-Eyed Darkhawk."
"From this day forward, you will be a winged ghost of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Next was Liu Erlong. Her Crimson Dragon Martial Soul reformed, but it was no longer a blazing and violent fire dragon; instead, it was a necromantic dragon wreathed in purplish-black death flames.
Liu Erlong opened his eyes.
His eyes were gray and lifeless.
Tang San looked at her and continued:
"Liu Erlong, the Demonic Dragon of Death Flame."
"Your fire will burn away all rebels for the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Zhao Wuji's corpse trembled violently, and the Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul reappeared. Its body was even larger than before, but its fur had turned grayish-white, and a skull-like Rakshasa mark appeared on its chest.
"Zhao Wuji, Nether Armor Vajra Bear."
"You will become the strongest shield of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Finally, there was Qin Ming. His Fiery Wolf Martial Soul was corrupted by the Rakshasa Death Qi, and the flames turned into ghostly flames that were a mixture of dark blue and dark purple.
Qin Ming slowly stood up, his eyes vacant.
"Qin Ming, Netherworld Wolf."
"Your speed will allow you to harvest those fugitives for me."
Four new undead titled Douluo stood quietly behind Tang San.
Flanders.
Liu Erlong.
Zao Wou-Ki.
Qin Ming.
The former Shrek Academy teachers have now all become undead warriors of the Rakshasa God Court.
The master trembled slightly as he watched this scene.
I don't know if it's fear or excitement.
Tang San walked to his side and whispered:
"Teacher, look."
"They're back."
The master stared palely at the spirit of Liu Erlong.
That familiar face was devoid of any emotion.
There is no love.
There is no hatred.
There was not even pain.
He just stood there blankly, waiting for Tang San's orders.
The master's lips trembled.
"Two dragons..."
Liu Erlong did not respond.
Tang San said calmly:
"Once you complete the Rakshasa God Trial and gain a higher level of power, perhaps one day you will be able to personally restore a sliver of her intelligence."
The master suddenly looked up.
"real?"
Tang San looked at him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
"certainly."
"The power of the Rakshasa is all-powerful."
"As long as you are devout enough."
The master gripped the Rakshasa token tightly, and the pain in his eyes was gradually replaced by fervor.
"I will complete the assessment."
"I will definitely finish it."
Tang San nodded in satisfaction.
"Teacher, from this day forward, you will be the First Priest of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"He is responsible for organizing the Rakshasa God Examination System for me and screening those who are willing to join the Divine Court."
"Anyone who does not wish to join may be sacrificed."
The master slowly lowered his head.
"Yes."
Tang San turned and walked out of the council hall.
The Shrek Academy outside was completely shrouded in the aura of the undead.
On the playground, in front of the teaching building, and outside the dormitory area, there were fallen college guards and students everywhere.
Some of their souls were devoured, while others were corrupted by the power of the Rakshasa God, gradually transforming into low-level undead. Shrek Academy, once a symbol of monstrous geniuses, has now become a desolate graveyard.
Tang San stood at the academy gate and looked up at the old plaque.
Shrek Academy.
These words once made him proud.
But now, he only finds it laughable.
"Monster Academy..."
Tang San said softly.
"Since we're going to raise monsters..."
"Then let's raise real monsters."
He raised his hand and waved it, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe swept across the sky.
The plaque above the college gate shattered with a crash.
Immediately afterwards, the purplish-black divine power condensed again on the ruins to form four large characters.
Rakshasa Divine Court.
From that night on, Shrek Academy ceased to exist.
Instead, Tang San established an evil force based on death and the dead.
After doing all this, the Rakshasa mark between Tang San's eyebrows suddenly began to throb violently.
A cold and authoritative voice echoed in his mind.
[The eighth test of Rakshasa is complete.]
[Establish the Rakshasa Divine Court and recruit the first batch of believers and undead warriors.]
[Reward: Rakshasa affinity increased.]
[The Ninth Trial of Rakshasa Begins.]
[Assessment Content: Devour the life essence of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, condense the Rakshasa Divine Armor, and complete the final divine inheritance. The stronger the resentment of the 100,000-year-old soul beast's essence, the better the effect.]
Upon hearing this, Tang San slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, and the eerie green flames inside flickered wildly.
"A 100,000-year-old soul beast..."
His gaze turned to the distance.
That's the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest. On the Douluo Continent, the place with the most 100,000-year-old soul beasts and the richest life essence is the Star Dou Great Forest.
There is a core area there.
There is a place of great danger, inhabited by countless high-level soul beasts.
If he could devour the souls and life essence of those 100,000-year-old soul beasts, his Rakshasa Godhood inheritance would surely advance to the final step.
Even Xiao Wu's spirit can become more complete as a result.
Tang San turned around and looked at the army of undead behind him.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long.
Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo.
Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming.
Eleven undead titled Douluo stood silently in the black mist.
Each one exudes a cold and terrifying aura.
Such power is enough to sweep away most sects on the continent.
But for Tang San, that wasn't enough.
Far from enough.
He wants to become a god, and he wants to become a god even faster than Tang Chuan.
Before Tang Chuan returns to the mainland, he must complete the ninth trial of the Rakshasa God.
Tang San raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, his voice icy:
"Set off."
"Target: Star Dou Great Forest."
"Hunt down all the 100,000-year-old soul beasts."
"Their souls, origins, and flesh will all become sacrifices for my godhood."
Xiao Wu's spirit stood quietly beside him.
Tang San looked at her, and a sickly tenderness reappeared in his eyes.
"Xiao Wu".
That used to be your home.
"But starting today, it will also become the nourishment for your recovery."
"Once I have absorbed enough of the essence of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, you will definitely wake up."
Xiao Wu didn't respond; she just stared blankly ahead.
Tang San smiled.
He took Xiao Wu's cold hand and stepped into the Rakshasa Space.
Behind them, eleven undead titled Douluo transformed into streaks of black shadow, following closely behind.
Black mist surged.
Dark purple clouds obscured the moonlight above Shrek Academy.
A moment later, the entire academy fell completely silent.
Only the four newly formed purplish-black characters remained, radiating an eerie light in the darkness.
Rakshasa Divine Court.
And in the distance, deep within the Starry Sky Forest.
Countless soul beasts suddenly raised their heads at the same time.
They sensed an unprecedented aura of death approaching the forest.
Deep within the earth, an ancient soul beast, hundreds of thousands of years old, let out a low roar.
The forest trembled, and the beasts fled in terror.
In the darkness, it seemed as if a scythe was already hanging over the head of the Starry Sky Forest.
A few days later, in Xingluo City, Xingluo Empire.
Night was falling, but not quite.
In the distance, a large expanse of leaden-gray clouds pressed down on the horizon, and the setting sun was torn into streaks of dark red light by the clouds, which fell on the dilapidated city walls of Xingluo City like wet blood.
This imperial capital was once majestic and imposing, with iron walls and a forest of military flags.
But now, the plains outside the city are covered with traces of the great battle.
The scorched earth, the deep craters blasted out by soul skills, the broken weapons, the burned chariots, and the bloodstains that had not yet been cleaned up.
Soldiers patrolled back and forth at the city gate.
Everyone's face showed fatigue and vigilance.
They dared not let their guard down.
Because in the Douluo Continent today, there is no truly safe place. No one knows whether, at any moment, the figure wielding the black scythe will suddenly emerge from the black mist.
On the city wall, Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back. His face was much paler than usual, and he was wrapped in several layers of medicinal cloth. A faint wisp of purplish-black aura lingered on his chest.
That was a wound left by the power of the Rakshasa God. Even with his poison skills and the cultivation of a Title Douluo, he could only barely suppress it and could not completely dispel it.
Beside him, Ning Fengzhi sat in a wheelchair, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's light dimmed considerably.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood at the back.
Both of them were weak and pale.
In the battle outside Xingluo City, their sword-bone fusion technique was forcibly broken by Tang San, resulting in severe backlash. If it weren't for the life mark left by Tang Chuan that protected their survival, their foundation would have been damaged long ago.
Yang Wudi, holding the Soul-Breaking Spear, stood on the other side.
His gaze remained sharp, but a hint of seriousness had crept into it.
So much has happened during this period.
So many that even these seasoned veterans, who were used to weathering storms, felt a chill run down their spines.
Suddenly, Dugu Bo's brow twitched.
He suddenly looked up at the distant horizon.
"They're here."
Ning Fengzhi also raised his head.
In the distance, a streak of blue-gold light streaked across the sky amidst the clouds.
The light travels at an extremely fast speed.
One moment they were on the horizon, the next they were already above Xingluo City.
boom--
A vast, sea-breath-like aura descended from the sky, and the soldiers on the city wall instinctively gripped their weapons. But when they saw the figure clearly, their eyes lit up with excitement.
Dressed in blue, with blue hair, and holding an ancient and heavy trident, it was Tang Chuan.
He landed atop the city wall without stirring up a speck of dust, yet his white robes fluttered in the wind. The trident of Poseidon in his hand emitted a faint blue-gold divine light, giving off an indescribable sense of oppression.
Dugu Bo looked at Tang Chuan and was taken aback at first.
Then, an undisguised shock appeared in his eyes.
"You little brat..."
"It hasn't been that long since we last met, and your strength has improved so much!"
Tang Chuan didn't explain much, he just glanced at the injuries on everyone's bodies.
Especially noticing the lingering Rakshasa aura on Dugu Bo's chest, he frowned slightly and said:
"Tang San came by?" (End of Chapter)