Chapter 871: I Want to Kill Alone

A five-million-strong army advanced, heading toward the Shicheng, the habitat of the ancient divine beasts.

This time, it was entirely different.

His subordinates were all men prepared to die; this was a five-million-strong suicide squad!

In the Shicheng of crumbling walls and broken pillars, ancient divine beasts gathered in swarms.

There were one-horned monsters with bone spurs on their backs, multi-legged beasts with rotting flesh hanging from their bellies, and creatures with bone wings that blotted out the sky and teeth that glinted with cold light, all treading upon withered bones as they moved.

Watching this scene, he raised his great halberd:

"Kill!!!"

Horns split the air, and the five million armored soldiers pressed in like a black cloud, trampling the scorched earth of the Shicheng as they surged inside!

Giant crossbow carriages shattered broken walls, and a rain of fire-oil arrows poured down, burning the ancient divine beasts wreathed in black mist until they began to howl and flee.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed loudly, charging into the fray just as he had in years past.

"Weak, so weak!"

He hacked and slashed like a madman, not knowing how many ancient divine beasts he had killed.

Once, those ancient divine beasts that had filled him with fear and despair were now so weak.

Seeing their King like this, the soldiers followed one after another; amidst the ruins of the Shicheng, blood and beast carcasses piled up, and the sounds of roaring and clashing blades shook the heavens and the earth.

Boom, boom, boom!

This was a bloody slaughter.

The entire Shicheng became a disaster for the ancient divine beasts.

Until the very end, the ground was covered with the corpses of ancient divine beasts.

The soldiers nailed the corpses of the ancient divine beasts to the ground, making them look like dried, stinking fish.

"Come out, come out!!!"

He roared, his target being the two cubs birthed by the Mother God.

He knew those two cubs were the root of everything.

Yet, he had slaughtered every single ancient divine beast in the entire Shicheng, but he had not seen those two ancient divine beasts at all.

"Are you afraid?"

With his hair standing on end in fury, he questioned the firmament:

"So you have a day like this too!!!"

Suddenly.

A soft hiss sounded beside his ear.

His body stiffened, and everyone cleared a path, wanting to let their King kill the very last ancient divine beast.

He stepped over the corpses of one ancient divine beast after another and walked into a shattered temple.

There, among three ugly ancient divine beast carcasses, a pitch-black insect was hissing.

This hissing sounded like the wailing of ancient tides, and like the roar of the gears of fate turning, carrying with it an obsession that transcended reincarnation.

He stared fixedly at this insect.

It was incomparably ugly, its carapace covered in irregular spiral patterns as if etched by ancient symbols, and the ends of its thin legs were suckers with barbs.

He raised the great halberd in his hand and walked slowly closer, but his eyes were filled with disappointment.

Why were those two ancient divine beasts not here?

Why was it only such a tiny ancient divine beast?

He walked slowly closer, just before he was about to thrust his great halberd into the body of this ancient divine beast.

"Big Brother..."

A voice sounded.

It was Xiao Fan.

He turned his head and saw the old man in the wheelchair being pushed toward him.

At this moment, Xiao Fan's cloudy eyes were wide open, his pupils shrunk to the size of needle points, his mouth agape but unable to make a sound, only his Adam's apple rolling futilely in his withered neck.

He did not pay it any mind.

Xiao Fan had been like this for a long time.

Xiao Fan was often confused, often afraid, and often said things others could not understand.

"Big Brother, let me kill it; I am useless, I haven't killed a single ancient divine beast this time."

Xiao Fan said, his voice trembling:

"I want to kill it alone."

Some were dissatisfied, some wanted to rebuke him.

"The one who kills the first ancient divine beast and the one who kills the last must both be the King!"

Someone spoke respectfully.

He stood where he was and gave that person a cold look.

That person dared not speak again.

He smiled and handed the dagger at his waist to Xiao Fan:

"Come."

Xiao Fan was his last remaining kin.

"I want to kill it alone."

Xiao Fan looked at him and said stubbornly, his eyes still filled with immense fear.

"I want to kill alone."

"I want to kill alone."

"I want to kill alone."

Xiao Fan muttered to himself, falling into his old state of foolishness again.

He revealed an indulgent smile, nodded, and led everyone away.

Once everyone had left.

Screech!

A shrill cry echoed within the temple.

…………

The memory was interrupted.

Chen Yan let out a long breath.

In this memory, the Master of Thought-Power led an army to slaughter ancient divine beasts, but unfortunately, they did not find the two ancient gods, Fanni and Bai'e.

He had not expected that the Master of Thought-Power would resort to such centralized and cold-blooded rule in his later years.

Yet it was precisely because of this that the Light Kingdom's national power reached its zenith.

However, Chen Yan knew.

No matter how powerful the human forces ruled by the Master of Thought-Power were in this memory.

In the future, humanity would still be suppressed by the ancient gods and would still fall into endless fear.

There was another matter Chen Yan found regrettable, and that was those two fruits.

As a successor, Chen Yan could sense that there was a profound connection between those two fruits and the Saint-Breaking Tree.

But because of his obsession with Jilie, the Master of Thought-Power could not overcome his own heart to consume the fruits.

It is just unknown what those two fruits became later on.

The memory absorption was complete.

Chen Yan began to absorb the martial arts essence brought by the two status-ranks.

Gradually absorbing it, Chen Yan sat cross-legged in silence, the enlightenment in his eyes growing deeper.

Within his mind, the endless martial arts true-rhyme surged and billowed ever more intensely.

Various problems he had overlooked during past cultivation, and various Dao-essences he had been unable to explain, all gained new understanding at this moment.

The next moment.

Chen Yan pointed a finger, and pitch-black True Martial power condensed in the void.

The True Martial radiance spilled forth majestically, transforming into an array disk so complex it was hard to describe.

The array disk hung in the air, yet it radiated a power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Like a black hole, it condensed the endless power of heaven and earth; once it erupted, it could destroy the human world.

And Chen Yan, who held up the 【Annihilation】 Divine Array, was like a true Annihilation God-King, capable of controlling the life and death of billions of living beings.

God-level 【Annihilation】 Great Array!

After absorbing the martial arts essence overflowing from the status-ranks, Chen Yan's understanding of the 【Annihilation】 Great Array reached a brand-new level.

What the Realm Fruit brought was not just memories, but also status-rank energy.

And within this status-rank energy carried the essence of martial arts, which was now absorbed by Chen Yan and became something belonging to Chen Yan himself.

This was wisdom, existing forever within the memory.

It was not only obtained by Chen Yan; the three newborn bodies, including Li Zhiyi, possessed it as well.

The next moment.

A strange feeling emerged in the depths of Chen Yan's heart.

The world's number one god-level 【Unity】 once again established a connection with Chen Yan.

And when Chen Yan entered that gray, misty world once more.

A strange power guided Chen Yan to sit upon the forty-seventh ranked stone throne.

This signaled that Chen Yan had become the forty-seventh strongest person in the world.

Merely because Chen Yan had mastered the god-level 【Annihilation】 Great Array.

At the same time.

The existences originally on the forty-seventh to forty-ninth thrones had moved back one position due to Chen Yan's arrival.

Chen Yan could feel the gazes of the other Unity Realm-Suppressors.

However, the existences here were all shrouded in black mist, and due to the restrictions of 【Unity】, communication was impossible.

Except for the fact that everyone could feel the sense of fear radiating from the two ancient gods in the first and second positions.

The others had no idea who anyone else actually was.

Moreover, even after leaving this place, one could not communicate with others.

Chen Yan's mind was calm; he knew his true opponents were only the two in the top two spots.

And he was still very far from those two at present.

Soon, Chen Yan sensed the time.

This memory absorption had taken Chen Yan a full thirty-five days.

Sensing the chaotic and boundless Sea of Malice outside.

Chen Yan's expression tightened.

There were only a few days left until the Great Tide.