Chapter 142: Magic: Blood Activation!

It's not that the Eight-armed Naga King's strength is too astonishing.

Rather, the Electric Eel Sea Beast's ability must relatively restrain the Green Blade Bug Race, which is renowned for speed and melee.

If it were a one‑on‑one fight, the electric eel would certainly not be a match, but with the Eight-armed Naga King holding it back from the side, it forms a subtle balance with Travis, whose power has reached the late stage of Level Three.

This is entirely the result of elemental countering and tacit coordination.

Missing any one of them would make such a startling situation impossible.

With a huge roar,

Travis, over forty meters tall, transforms into a green lightning bolt, tinged with a hint of shameful anger, and dashes toward the electric eel sea beast.

He understands that among the two newly arrived Level Three beings, only this electric eel that can generate lightning is the key issue.

While charging at the electric eel,

Another terrifying aura comes from the Space Rift! Everyone who senses it feels a sudden weight in their hearts.

It's another mid‑Level‑Three strongman! Perhaps because of its smaller size and the Space Rift widening enough, the Green Blade Bug Race's Level‑Three strongman can enter much more smoothly.

Therefore, Fulade cannot help but intensify his assault, forming a V‑shape with Ma'erjin, continuously attacking Bug King Beerus.

At this moment, Beerus's body is already covered with numerous scars, and he is somewhat weary of defending.

Defeat has become a matter of time, especially now that Ma'erjin has joined.

Facing such a precarious situation, Bug King Beerus can't help but flash a hint of regret in his eyes.

It's not that he regrets invading the Dark World, because they came to find a suitable plane for the Green Blade Bug Race to inhabit.

What he regrets is that he should have stuck to his own view and not immediately clash violently with this world; now the conflict has escalated to such a degree that it may be irreconcilable.

Moreover, Fulade's attack, imbued with a bizarre law, not only severely wounded the Green Blade that he depends on for survival, but also turned his own soul and internal energy into fuel for that strange law's ever‑growing fire! It is truly extremely bizarre! Because of his carelessness and complete lack of defense, he suffered unimaginable injuries.

If Beerus hadn't decisively expended massive energy to extinguish it, the damage would have been far worse than just a severe wound.

At this moment, seeing that Lace is about to cross the boundary, Beerus can't help but devise a plan, saying:

"Lord Fulade, how about we cease hostilities and make peace? I think it would benefit both sides."

He says this while deliberately turning his head toward the Space Rift, looking as if victory is assured and confidence full.

This makes Fulade and Ma'erjin's expressions inevitably grow serious.

Anyone who sees Bug King Beerus's confident demeanor can't help but suspect that there are many more similar Level‑Three strongmen behind him.

After a moment of silence, as Ma'erjin hesitates and Bug King Beerus's confidence grows, Fulade bursts into hearty laughter.

In Beerus's gloomy expression, he slowly says, "Beerus, huh? Are you treating us like idiots, or just joking!"

"First of all, do you even have more Level‑Three strongmen like you behind you?"

If there are, when you all come in, the Dark Plane will finally face a true disaster.

"Moreover, your sharp‑tongued demeanor already shows that you're reaching your limit now, aren't you?"

"Otherwise, why would you suddenly propose a handshake and peace, trying to cover up?"

Seeing that shadow of gloom and embarrassment flash in Bug King Beerus's eyes, Fulade becomes even more certain of his suspicion.

Bug King Beerus could only be in one of two situations to make such alarmist statements.

One is that his own life is under severe threat; the other is that his own race no longer possesses the strength to invade them.

A mental game! Hmph, this is all something Fulade has long been playing.

Otherwise, how did his piercing great title come about?

Now, after a test, from Beerus's expression Fulade has obtained the answer he wanted, firmly in his mind, and simultaneously gives a signal to Ma'erjin, who is in a V‑position with him. Ma'erjin's expression turns slightly gloomy, because he almost got fooled by that damned stinky bug just now.

Flushed with embarrassment, he sees Fulade's signal, instantly understands, and darts forward to grapple with Beerus, buying Fulade time to cast his spell.

As Fulade's, to some extent, lover, she has over the years come to understand some of Fulade's movements.

It is said that in recent years, after ascending to Level Three, she has gained deeper, brand‑new insights into the Blood Race's innate blood‑control skill, and is developing a brand‑new blood magic.

Unsurprisingly, this time we should be able to see Fulade's research results.

At this thought, a spark of curiosity flashes in Ma'erjin's eyes, stemming from a spellcaster's instinct, filled with the desire to learn about any new thing.

And this desire is precisely the driving force that continuously propels all spellcaster professions forward and onward.

Once this curiosity and inquisitiveness toward everything is lost, and one feels satisfied with one's own strength and knowledge,

this phenomenon is called "Lost" by all spellcasters! At that point, the spellcaster's career has reached its end, potential exhausted, with no chance of further advancement.

As a cryptic, hard‑to‑understand incantation sounds from Fulade's mouth, a strong elemental rhythm begins to surge violently in the sky.

Blood-type magic, as a variant branch of life‑system energy, belongs to a hybrid of water, wood, and genetic energies.

Because of its countering property against carbon‑based life, it is often classified as negative‑energy dark magic.

When Fulade's cryptic chant reaches its middle, Bug King Beerus feels his whole body tighten, a thick wave of unease suddenly rising from his heart.

The source of danger comes from Fulade, who is beside him chanting the spell.

His expression drastically changes; Bug King Beerus disregards Ma'erjin's obstruction and attacks Fulade, attempting to interrupt Fulade's casting.

But how could Ma'erjin let Beerus go, especially since the latter is severely wounded?

Thus, amid Ma'erjin's continual blocking and entanglement, Beerus, unable to breach the defense, receives the grand gift Fulade has meticulously prepared for him.

As Bug King Beerus is locked by a powerful psychic force, a faint voice sounds in the sky:

"Blood Magic: Blood Activation!"

A massive blood‑colored beam, like dancing sprites, continuously sparkling with specks of starlight, descends from the sky and instantly envelops Bug King Beerus.

Looking up, one sees an illusory blood‑colored crescent moon hanging high in the sky, emitting a faint red glow.

A strong elemental rhythm constantly ripples, continuously supporting the blood‑colored beam.

And at the very moment the blood‑colored beam falls,

Bug King Beerus shows an incredulous look of terror, his internal aura violently fluctuating.

Ma'erjin watches the suddenly frozen, rigid, trembling form of Bug King Beerus, a hint of puzzlement flashing in his eyes.

Until half a moment later, when Ma'erjin saw the wound on the Bug King's Beerus's massive body, streams of lifelike blood‑colored tiny creatures kept whooshing out, emerging, and only then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

At the same time, when he looked at Fulade, his body went cold, and he suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

If you could look through Beerus's body at this moment, you would find that his body has already completely become a battlefield.

Under Beerus's terrified stare, all the blood inside his body seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force and erupted instantly.

But in an instant, within the vessels, in the muscles, in the bones, every drop of blood seemed to come alive, constantly merging, twisting, and deforming!

It seemed that, at its core, consciousness was awakened, turning into a small creature of varying forms, muttering an incomprehensible language, whooshing toward every part of Beerus's body.

And at its heart, a blood creature about a meter tall, its body red, was slowly merging and twisting.

(End of chapter)