Chapter 665: One Strike

In an instant.

A meteor-like 【Blazing Wind Leap】 pierced straight through the writhing limb-jungle on its back.

At the moment of impact, flesh and blood sprayed like boiling asphalt; hundreds of severed arms and entrails vaporized in the searing heat.

BOOM!!!

The violent tremor and the enormous roar erupted at the same time within a labyrinth that wasn't all that large.

The shockwave's surging blast tore open the ground, madly spreading outward.

The crater, the chunks of corpse, the plasma, the shadow-witches—all were reduced to fine powder the instant they were touched.

The monster's six supporting arm-bones snapped in the thunderous blast; its mountain-like body arched backward under the ultra-high-intensity penetration.

Then it collapsed with a roar, crushing the half-lower body's clinging mass of corpses.

The monster let out an unprecedented wail—not a human voice, but a chaotic tone resonated from the melted vocal cords of thousands upon thousands of corpses, sickening to hear.

A mushroom cloud mixed with bone ash and sulfur also rose thunderously into the air!

Bang!

A primordial white dragon's war-soul burst forth from the suddenly swelling earth; dirt exploded outward, and Rod, who had plunged deep into the ground, reappeared.

This descending strike carried tremendous impact force, and the reaction force was equally so; the bronze dragon war-soul temporarily dispersed, hard to gather.

He drifted slowly up into midair, his expression disdainful.

In his hand, a bladeless greatsword like a door panel radiated a cold metallic aura, looking utterly unthreatening.

The ton-heavy, thick greatsword hummed as it swept sideways.

The massive airflow tore a large clear space through the bone ash and smoke that had been blocking the view.

Deep within the crater.

The eyeball embedded in the chest cavity was now covered in cobweb-like cracks; its pupil seeped fluorescent-purple pus and blood, yet still spasmed, contracting and dilating.

"I-I can give you... the domain of a demigod."

And at the same time.

The giant corpse's charred flesh writhed like living snakes, attempting to regenerate.

But the hellish lava left behind by 【Blazing Wind Leap】 still did its work, constantly searing the newborn flesh into charcoal.

"A deity? That's all it takes? Something that's been dead for over ten thousand years should just stay properly dead in the dirt."

The foul stench of carbonizing flesh filled the air.

Rod grabbed the hard leather rope on the spine of the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword and yanked it outward violently.

RRRRR—HMMMM RRRRR!!!

In an instant.

On the flat of the blade, viscous saliva and yellowed fangs burst forth, interlocking, spinning, tearing!

Intense, heavy panting sounded like a roaring engine, howling skyward.

Rod grinned.

Regeneration, huh.

The Dragon-Slaying Greatsword's flesh-tearing ability is top-tier; let's just see how much energy you have left to regenerate.

The pale eyeball's pupil contracted slightly.

The spinning, tearing chainsaw greatsword had tremendous impact; It could see the special anti-dragon-race effect within.

And the corpse chunks in this damned body—who knows where they came from—had actually entangled a portion of dragon bloodline!

Of all the rotten luck.

After being forcibly fused by Shadow Rod, this body's bloodline is currently connected to It as well.

The greatsword's effect works on It just the same!

As a deity who wields complete authority, death won't come—

But the pain alone is enough to torment a person to hell!

"No—Rod—no, we can talk... you just kill him... don't... don't saw me!"

No answer.

In response, a roaring, exploding chainsaw greatsword slammed into the body.

RRRRRRR!!!

Flesh was torn apart madly, spraying backward like a water cannon, scattering like flowers from heaven.

"AAAAAAA—!!!"

One hour later.

Rod spat, slamming the energy-depleted Dragon-Slaying Greatsword into the ground; dirt flew.

He looked with satisfaction at the crater before him, now transformed into a pool of filthy blood-water with entrails and flesh floating on it.

The lunar eclipse in the sky was hazy and indistinct.

The pouring plasma had long since stopped; the pale moon seemed to reappear.

The white mist in the forest condensed and sank, too afraid to draw near.

And here it formed a rare space of clear visibility.

"Tch, trash."

Gurgle gurgle—

The blood pool belched bubbles; only a quarter of the eyeball remained, floating up.

It stared fixedly at Rod, ruptured blood vessels and fluid streaming, yet slowly solidifying.

"You can't kill me, human. Rod—and once I am fully resurrected, you, your family, the people you care about, the people who care about you—I, the Moon God Miss Lu Ka, will slaughter them all, just as I slaughtered those Qun Feng Yin bastards who sealed me."

"Right, right, right, I'm waiting for you, so—how many years? It won't also take a hundred-plus thousand years, right? I can't afford to wait that long."

Rod extended his pinky and picked at his ear, looking utterly unconcerned.

Miss Lu Ka's gaze grew even fiercer and more furious.

Don't be fooled by how godlike and labyrinthine this battle seemed—actually, it wasn't hard at all.

Not to mention Miss Lu Ka, the Moon Goddess, who had been left at a sliver of HP for over a hundred thousand years; the labyrinth consciousness was also trash—from start to finish it never said a single word, and now it had been beaten into the ground and fled deep into the labyrinth.

It wasn't that they were too weak, either.

It's just that Rod's current strength was too absurd.

Under the onslaught of 【Scorching Wind Leap】 stacked with various skills, a single Meteor Strike left it grievously wounded and on the brink of death.

It hadn't even managed to use any of its tricks.

But that was all there was to it.

In raw stats and killing power, Rod exceeded Tier Nine.

But faced with the Moon Goddess Miss Lu Ka's immortality and the labyrinth consciousness's wounded escape, he had no way to deal with either.

With the latter, if he borrowed external help, he could manage.

Cut his finger, thrust it into the labyrinth, and let the Vengeful Dragon Naolin come finish it off.

【Hey.】

Hm?

Rod looked at the Dragon-Slaying Great Sword humming and trembling in his hand.

Within the sword dwelt a spirit intelligence, but it had been a long time since it had shown itself or spoken.

"Long time no see, Miss Dragon-Slaying Sword."

【You can call me Hope.】

Same old, same old.

This spirit intelligence named Hope spoke at times fast, at times slow, always carrying a tremor and weak, gasping breaths.

Perhaps that was a side effect of being a sword-inhabiting great sword.

"Is there something you need? Miss Hope."

【Please trouble yourself to plunge me into the blood pool.】

"?"

【It's divinity, Mr. Rod. The eyeball, the skull, and the heart—I cannot absorb them, but in the instant they were fusing, they let a little slip. I might be able to use it to advance further.】

Then there was nothing more to be said.

The stronger you are, the stronger I am.

Rod gave a single-handed flick; the Dragon-Slaying Sword spun half a circle in midair, a spatter of blood burst out, and it plunged upside-down into the center of the blood pool.

Then a 【Gravity Wave】 sucked them in.

He drew the shattered eyeball, half a skull, and shriveled heart from the blood pool to his feet.

Along the way, he took out the Blood of Vanity as well.

"Look, all gathered, as you wished."

"Hmph."

The other three organs each hid a presence far stronger than the eyeball's, but oddly only it could communicate.

Rod smiled: "You've got a point being so arrogant—I really can't kill you, but I don't actually need to kill you."

He said.

From his spell satchel he pulled out a magical puppet he had bought from Medrin for two hundred thousand Jin Along.

A messy, tangled bundle of silver threads, arms snapped off, unable to move—a sorry sight.

The magical puppet's consciousness was extremely faint; its polyhedral crystal eyeball rolled once, fixing its gaze on Rod.

Rod's smile didn't fade.

"What a coincidence—be it the twelve chains in the Hall of Moon-Gazing, or the twelve stone pillars of the Silent Throne, I remember every single rune on them perfectly. What do you think would happen if I sealed all the organs into the puppet, then cast a Nu Yi Zhou on it?"

(End of this chapter)