Chapter 281: Chapter 192: The Embrace of Youth is So Warm
Is this what it feels like to be a Fifth Rank Legend?
At the moment of his promotion, the immense power that suddenly surged through Burshman made him experience an illusion of sitting high above the clouds, as though he had gained the authority to determine the fate of all living beings in the world.
At this very moment, enveloped in a crimson glow, the limb connector’s form expanded violently, his face contorted as though he had undergone a second evolution.
After ascending to the Fifth Rank, a Transcendent’s Life essence would undergo a transformation.
From this moment on, he had utterly separated himself from ordinary creatures and was qualified to embark on the path to the pinnacle.
But the next second, a flicker of sanity emerged in the crazed eyes of Burshman.
He was well aware that he was merely qualified.
The current state of looking down on everything was nothing but an illusion, a mental imbalance resulting from the sudden acquisition of great power.
Having met that king in the Endless Demon Abyss, he knew too well how terrifying the true pinnacle entities were.
A single glance from them could obliterate him a thousand times over.
As a result, merely moments later, Burshman snapped out of the euphoria and madness of the promotion.
Staring at the old factory drenched in rivers of blood, where broken limbs and bones were scattered around, accompanied sporadically by human moans and screams.
All eyes on him were filled with despair.
To bring pain and fear to all life was the sole purpose of the “Evil” faith.
And he was deeply immersed in such pleasure.
Unfortunately, he wouldn’t survive through the night.
Long before, Lord Kushustan had been planning this massacre on Glostit.
The plan was to completely destabilize the stable rear environment to weaken the combat strength of the Saint Laurent Empire’s army.
Although the likelihood of failure was high and this was only part of the plan, even he hadn’t anticipated that he was just a step away from success.
Just as those earlier Transcendents had said.
Being a Fifth Rank Legend, although he had become extremely powerful, it was still nothing in Glostit with the presence of the Three Gods Church and the Saint Laurent Royal Family.
There was no doubt about it.
This was, after all, the stronghold of the Saint Laurent Empire.
No matter how miserably the military of the Empire was defeated by the Demon Clan in the battlefield, how many critical battles they lost, or how far they were pushed back, it couldn’t disguise this fact.
Even without deploying those hidden Sixth Rank Demigods, a few Fifth Rank Legends like him carrying one or two High Rank Sealed Objects could dispose of him without affecting the public.
But if attaining the Fifth Rank was only part of the process and not the result, then the nature of the situation would be different.
Once he served as a vessel, enabling the real King of Cruelty Kushustan to descend here, Glostit would erupt in chaos.
At that time, whether Glostit would invoke divine intervention to combat Him, everything was uncertain.
If considering the best scenario, if one or a few gods chose to descend, then Glostit would turn into the primary battlefield of conflicts.
Compared to what Lynn caused at the border, which was trivial.
Back then, he was only at the Second Rank, merely carrying a sliver of the intention of the King of Cruelty.
Even so, the battle with the Creation Demon devastated an entire mountain range.
And now, although it wasn’t Kushustan himself, a Fifth Rank Legend as the vessel was countless times more powerful than back then.
This was a bona fide God War.
No leader would wish to see a God War unfold in the capital of their nation.
With this thought, Burshman took a deep breath.
As the vessel, he had long been prepared.
The next second, the frenzy and malice in the limb connector’s eyes receded slightly.
The killing momentarily paused.
Yet, observing the scene before them, all the surviving Transcendents did not display any joy of surviving a disaster.
Their Extraordinary Intuition told them that some beings, far more terrifying and troublesome, were about to descend.
At one moment, Burshman, who was perched on the ceiling, suddenly started chanting the obscure language of the Demon Clan in a deep voice.
Not only that, his crimson eyes regained clarity, flickering with an unprecedented zeal and devotion.
The language, like an evil curse, caused all listening Transcendents piercing ear pain, dizziness, and relentless whispers and screams in their minds, leading to strong self-destructive tendencies.
Like some kind of ritual, it also bore semblance to psychic contamination.
Since the limb connector was already a devout follower of the King of Cruelty and this had been a premeditated plan.
Therefore, the entire descent ritual appeared incredibly simple, far less complicated than Lynn’s ceremonies back then.
The next second, an aura, countless times more terrifying than the limb connector’s, explosively dispersed!
The momentum, like a wild hurricane, instantly swept through the area, the fear stemming from their souls continuously-emerging from deep within, causing everyone to involuntarily collapse to the ground.
Even those with poor mental resilience, under the unprecedented force, were terrified to the point of convulsing and frothing at the mouth before dying.
What in the world happened?!
Could it be…that horrific being was truly about to invoke a God’s descent?!
Have the Demon Clan gone mad?!
At this moment, absolute power brought an utterly despairing disparity.