Chapter 811: Origin-Level Subjects

Is that settled? Ang tilted his head, looking at the Abyss Ball in his hand, and continued to pour holy power into it.

The new Black Source struggled desperately, but the spike that had pierced through it also constantly deformed, entangling with it. Meanwhile, the little Black Source holding Luoke flew toward the Monarch.

"What happened to Luoke?" the Monarch asked.

The little Black Source said: "Luoke's soul has withered. He asked me to tell you that you are the best King, and you are his King forever."

"This child..." the Monarch sighed, waved his hand, and took Luoke's body.

"It's not like I didn't want your soul offering, I was just afraid it would be too troublesome to undo one day. It's not like you've all grown up and don't need my protection anymore. Honestly." The Monarch muttered helplessly, reached out, picked a soul mark from his forehead, and struck it into Luoke's soul.

Luoke's already withered soul suddenly trembled and slowly resumed beating.

The little Black Source returned to the dark element energy cluster and dove in. The movements of the spike immediately became much more agile, tightly binding the new Black Source. The entire energy cluster began to boil, with spikes, giant hands, faces, shockwaves, and so on constantly floating up or exploding on the surface of the energy cluster.

What did this feel like? Like two cuttlefish fighting, the surroundings all dyed black by the ink they sprayed. They fought from east to west and west to east within this area; it was very chaotic.

Ang suddenly picked up the Abyss Ball and retreated.

Negris and Anthony hurriedly followed. Negris even asked: "Why are we running so far away?"

"Afraid of explosion," Ang replied.

"Hiss—it will explode? Even you are afraid? But what about the old immortal? Are we just going to leave him?" Negris gasped.

This was too rare; Ang was actually afraid? Wouldn't that mean the explosion would be incredibly powerful?

Just as he finished speaking, they heard a violent vibration. Looking back, they saw the Undead Monarch punching the air in front of him with his bare hands.

There seemed to be something in front; the Monarch's fist struck it, revealing the outline of a giant fist. It held for a split second, and then the membrane shattered.

The Monarch flew out, heading toward Ang's direction, followed by a stumbling skeleton.

The Abyss Big Mouth took a deep breath, and the surrounding light dimmed: "The Undead Sovereign actually broke the barrier of the Absolute Darkness Domain? How is that possible? This is an origin domain."

Negris asked: "Is it difficult? But Ang didn't hit any barrier when he threw things inside, did he?"

The Monarch flew over and said from afar: "Because Ang threw dark elements. Did you think he was just throwing them randomly?"

"Ah? Wasn't he?" Negris was shocked. Could it be that Ang had even considered the direction to break through the barrier? Was this dead skeleton really that smart?

"Sometimes it's not about being smart, it's just seeing it at a glance. It's like a road ahead; you see it and you follow it. But if you're a blind dragon, you'll only drill into pits," the Monarch said.

"I can fly, I've never looked at the road since I was little," Negris argued, then turned to ask Luoke: "Luoke, how are you? How did your soul even wither?"

Luoke said weakly: "I'm fine, I can still beat you up. The Annihilation Barrier consumed my power, and when the power was exhausted, it consumed my soul. It almost consumed my soul completely, and then it would have had to consume my bones."

"Yo ho, still bragging, seems like you're doing pretty well. Isn't it said that even gods can't save a withered soul? How are you acting like nothing happened?" Negris asked, puzzled.

Although he was glad Luoke was fine, the fact that he could act like nothing happened after his soul withered went against his knowledge. Could his knowledge be outdated?

"The King is an origin; he's stronger than gods," Luoke said irritably.

Uh, it seems the power system has been upgraded. Ancient gods of origin can save what even gods can't.

While they were whispering there, Ang finally filled the Abyss Ball. At this moment, the Abyss Ball formed a very turbid state; unlike the pitch-black it was when it only had dark elements, it was now a bit grayish.

"Is it because holy light contaminated them?" Negris asked curiously.

"Pure dark elements attached with the will of gods, just like light elements turning into holy light. So should it be called Holy Dark? I wonder what's special about it," Anthony said.

Ang condensed a dark element spear, cast holy light on it, and threw it in front of him.

The spear seemed to have pierced into an invisible ground, standing straight. Then, the next moment, it actually began to grow, slowly sprouting branches. Twisted electric sparks grew upward like tree branches, then branched, branched, and branched again, quickly growing into a lightning 'tree'.

With a thought from Ang, every branch of the lightning tree immediately exploded into a cluster of electric sparks, like the balls of a dandelion, like blooming flowers, and even more like a giant tree covered in flowers. It was breathtaking and spectacular.

"This... this is too cool." Negris was stunned. Ang actually had this kind of aesthetic? That's not right; judging by that straw-cape-shaped soul armor, Ang, this dead skeleton, had no aesthetic sense.

Anthony was also shocked and whispered: "It seems to be a natural formation; my lord isn't controlling it."

But this was terrifying enough: controlling dark elements to make them grow into a tree made of lightning, with branches covered in ball-lightning-like flowers.

After thinking for a moment, Ang made another virtual grab, retracted the dark element lightning tree, took out a soul fire, stuffed it inside, and threw it out again.

This time, the dark elements fell to the ground like a blob of liquid. First, it spread out into a blob, then a human shape rose from the blob: head, neck, torso, limbs.

For every part that emerged, the circle of dark elements shrank a bit. Until the last bit of dark elements merged into the body, the human shape suddenly spread a pair of wings and hesitantly examined its own hands.

Then it raised its head and murmured in confusion: "What happened? Didn't I... already die?"

"Alba?" The Abyss Big Mouth immediately recognized who was in front of him. Wasn't this Alba, the Supreme Holy Spirit of his Chaos Holy Spirit Legion?

Alba's expression shook, and she immediately turned to the Abyss Big Mouth, then frowned as she looked at this shadow: "Abyss... Lord?"

When calling 'Lord', a struggling and hesitant expression appeared on Alba's face.

The Abyss Big Mouth immediately understood and turned to Ang: "You branded her with a thought?"

Ang tilted his head and said: "Mine."

The Abyss Big Mouth was instantly confused. What did that mean? Without a translator, it was really not easy to understand Ang's words.

Negris felt secretly pleased and, suppressing a laugh, said: "This Alba is not yours; whatever brand is on her has nothing to do with you."

"But..."

Before the Abyss Big Mouth could say anything, a desperate and angry roar came from the dark element energy cluster in the distance: "Go..."

It couldn't finish the roar before it stopped abruptly. Several spikes pierced into its body, tearing it into countless fragments.

Immediately, the dark element energy cluster slowly deformed, changing into the giant original body of the Dark Origin, and then knelt down toward Ang from afar: "Master, I have snatched back my power. Thank you for preserving my memories and bestowing upon me a brand-new dark power. The Dark Origin pledges allegiance to you."

After the Dark Origin finished this sentence, Negris and the others suddenly realized one thing: Ang now possessed a subject at the level of an ancient god of origin?

End of Chapter ===== CHAPTER 812 =====