Coiling Dragon Volume 12 the descent of the gods Chapter 39
Book 12, The Descent of the Gods â Chapter 39, Creating a Catastrophe!
The Saints that had been maintaining order all immediately retreated to the riverbanks. As for the increasingly large number of watchers, all of them stared with wide eyes in shock. Just then, Bloomâs sudden death had already caused great shock to these commoners. Because they had seen Bloom fly in the sky.
Bloom was a Saint, but he had died without being able to fight back at all.
To these ordinary people, that was simply inconceivable.
The fierce-faced Beaumont was howling through the air, charging towards Olivier, that deep blue warblade in his hands chopping viciously down towards Olivier. But what welcomed him wasâŚOlivierâs dazzling sword!
Darkness and light coinciding!
The warblade and the mystic icesword collided, and the terrifying force of the collision blasted forth towards ground. The Great Botha Leveeâs entire surface layer cracked with a âboomâ sound, and then transformed into dust. A layer of the Great Botha Levee that was fully a meter deep was blown away, revealing that pitch black rocky material within it.
The reason why the Great Botha Levee was able to remain undamaged for ten thousand plus years was because of this strange material.
The shockwave continued down, causing a massive depression within the waters of the Yulan River, then exploded out, casting countless waves in every direction. Drops of water shot out like arrows, and wherever they landed, people cried out in agony, with blood splatting everywhere.
Instantly, the many citizens watching at the riverbanks grew terrified, quickly retreating backwards nonstop.
âRumbleâŚâ A strange surge of white light rippled forth from Desriâs chest. This surge of strange, rippling white light was simply too fast, instantly reaching Beaumontâs body. Beaumont, feeling some pain, let out a single growl.
âThese bastards.â Beaumont stared at the distant Desri and Olivier.
He had thought that as Desri and Olivier had just become Deities, they should have very ordinary levels of strength. Dealing with them shouldnât be difficult. But who would have imaginedâŚthat just then, Olivierâs attack had actually been slightly more powerful than his own warbladeâs attack. As for Desri, he had that strange soul-attack.
âYou want to kill us? In your dreams.â Olivierâs face was ice cold.
At this moment, Linley glanced at Desri, secretly sighing, âDesri trains in the Elemental Laws of Light, focusing on the soul. Indeed, upon becoming a Deity, soul-based attacks are extremely hard to defend against. Even Beaumont suffered somewhat.â
Desri was most proficient at matters pertaining to the soul!
âLinley, I can deal with this Beaumont by myself.â Olivier transmitted mentally. Olivier was completely confident in himself, and he immediately transformed into a ray of light, instantly piercing through the sky and arriving in front of Beaumont.
Beaumontâs body instantly began to emit a rippling gray energy aura which instantly covered an area of ten meters around him.
âSwooosh.â Olivier instantly flew backwards and retreated.
Olivierâs face was ashen. While flying back, he immediately transmitted mentally, âCareful, that gray divine power covering his body has a very strange force. When I drew near it, I felt my entire body become weak. It was very bizarre.â Olivier took a deep breath, and his face slowly began look a bit better.
Desri and Linley were both secretly shocked.
Linley knew that, having been at the Demigod level for so long, this Beaumont definitely had some powerful attacks.
âHahaâŚâ Beaumont let out a wild laugh, then stared at Linley and the other two with a murder in his eyes. âIt seems I underestimated you. If I donât use a bit of my real power, it really will be hard to kill you. ThenâŚprepare to die.â
After finishing speaking, Beaumont charged forward, his entire body surrounded by that roiling gray aura. His target was still Olivier and Desri!
Olivier and Desriâs faces were very solemn.
âRumbleâŚâ Desriâs chest once again emitted that strange, rippling white light which streaked towards Beaumont.
But this time, Beaumont seemed to be unaffected, while at the same time he struck out with his warblade, covered with gray light, in a lightning fast chopping blow towards Olivier.
âHaaaargh!â Olivier let out an angry sound, and the darkness and light divine power around his body formed into a protective armor. Instantly, a black and white sword flash appeared, and space itself ripped apart. When that black-white sword flash and that blue warblade collided, the only thing that could be heard was repeated collision soundsâŚ
âNot good!â Linley knew that the situation was dire.
Suddenly, a faint green figure charged straight in.
Countless devilish violet sword flashes appeared, creating countless tears in space. This was the Rippling Wind â Dimensional Decapitator attack! Countless violet flashes of light, each of which contained a Dimensional Decapitator, stabbed out. The countless sword shadowsâ appearance and attacks caused even Beaumont, despite his power, to only be able to respond sluggishly.
âHow bizarre.â Linleyâs heart trembled.
He could sense that Beaumontâs warblade seemed to have transformed into layers of waves, crashing down upon him, while he himself was nothing more than a small boat within the waves that could be capsized at any moment. In addition, the âwarblade wavesâ contained within them a strange, deathly aura which was constantly affecting his soul. If his soul was weak, he might have become dizzy from that deathly aura alone and become unable to fight back.
âRetreat.â Linley, after stabbing out with his âRippling Windâ technique, immediately grabbed Olivier and flew backwards.
Olivierâs face was ashen. His soul wasnât as strong as Linleyâs, and the impact of that deathly aura on him was very great. Desri, in turn was shocked; his attack had no effect at all.
In the air above the Great Botha Levee of the Yulan River, Linley, Desri, and Olivier stood shoulder to shoulder. They all felt that the situation was not good.
âThereâs nothing I can do against him.â Desri said mentally to Linley and Olivier.
Linley didnât say anything. Desri was only skilled in soul-attacks, but his foe was able to easily block it. Then what else could Desri do? Linley looked at Olivier, transmitting to him mentally, âOlivier, do you have any methods you can use to deal with this Beaumont?â
Olivier narrowed his eyes, transmitting back, âI have a powerful attack, but after using it, my spiritual energy will be utterly consumed, and my soul will become weak as well. I wonât be able to attack after that.â
âYou still want to kill me?â Beaumont laughed wildly. âYou there, soul-attacking fellow. Your soul-attack isnât bad, but I, Beaumont, wasnât even afraid of the Grand Warlock. How could I be afraid of your soul-attack? Your ability, compared to that of the Grand Warlockâs, is far off!!!â
Linley thought back to the Grand Warlockâs attack as well.
If it hadnât been for his damaged Sovereign artifact, and for that azure water drop, he truly wouldnât have been able to hold off against the Grand Warlockâs final, desperate attack.
âAs for you, the one with the white and black hair.â Beaumont felt that victory was assured. âYou are able to simultaneously use light divine power and darkness divine power. This really is quite unique. ButâŚa simple sword blow like that? If I, Beaumont, couldnât resist it, I wouldâve died in the Planar Prison long ago.â
âJust a simple sword? Hrmph. This sword is enough to kill you.â Olivier ground out.
He was prepared to go all out.
âHahaâŚâ Beaumont, utterly enraged, let out a laugh. âFine. You want to die? Iâll grant you death.â The deathly aura around Beaumontâs body once more began to grow in strength, and he charged like a boundless tidal wave towards Linley, Desri, and Olivier.
Linley hardened his heart.
The fierce-faced Olivier was wielding his mystic icesword, and he charged out in front of Linley. Linley, not hesitating at all, followed from straight behind. Both Linley and Olivier had decided to use their ultimate attacks!
âHahaâŚâ Beaumont laughed wildly, while at the same time he began to brandish that deep blue warblade.
The deep blue warblade transformed into countless blade blurs, forming into a wave of blade shadows. At the same time, Beaumontâs eyes turned scarlet red, and within the blue blade waves there appeared a faint red color.
Although Linley had moved after Olivier did, Linleyâs speed was faster than Olivierâs, and so he was the first to clash with Beaumont.
âI will kill that black haired kid and badly injure this Linley.â Beaumont was no longer going to hold back. But suddenly, Beaumont discovered to his astonishment that an extremely bewitching violet light suddenly flashed from Linleyâs body, while at the same time, a gentle, soft sound, almost like that of a flute, could be heard.
This sound was very pleasant to listen to.
In that moment, the entire world seemed to have turned quiet. The only sound that could be heard was that of the soft, gentle flute sound.
The violet flash of light collided with that wave of blade blurs, but a blood-red illusory sword shadow actually shot out from Bloodviolet, piercing directly into Beaumontâs brain. Beaumontâs soul was extremely powerful, and once he used his spiritual energy, he could form it into a powerful wall to block.
Even in the face of the ultimate attack of the Grand Warlock, Beaumont was confident that he would at least survive.
That gentle flute sound had actually caused Beaumont to sink into a reverie for a moment, causing him to not control his spiritual energy to form it into a blockading wall. In that momentâŚLinleyâs attack descended. That was the moment the blood-red illusory sword shadow shot out!
âAaaaaah!â Only after the illusory sword shadow pierced into his sea of consciousness did Beaumont awake in shock.
The blood-red illusory sword shadow pierced straight into Beaumontâs divine spark. Beaumontâs divine spark shuddered, and then that blood-red illusory sword explodedâŚthe soul contained within that divine spark was shattered by the collision, and Beaumontâs eyes instantly turned dull.
His soul had been destroyed!
Naturally, his wave of blade-blurs stopped as well.
Profound Truths of Velocity â Hymn of the Wind!
âDie!â Linley was just a moment faster than Olivier, whose most powerful attack had also arrived. This was a battle between Deities, and Olivier was just a fraction of a moment behind Linley. Just as Beaumont died, Olivierâs sword arrived.
The mystic icesword, surrounded by a black-white color, suddenly formed a sort of translucent membrane around itself.
Outside the membrane around the longsword, there were countless tears in space.
This attack was definitely the most powerful attack Olivier was capable of after becoming a Deity.
The black-white sword light sent that blue warblade flying. The white-black sword light flashed through, effortlessly splitting Beaumontâs entire body in half, from head to toes. Clearly, chopping Beaumontâs divine body in half hadnât consumed much force, as that black-white sword light continued to chop downwards.
Like an axe chopping into a tree, the black-white sword light chopped viciously against the pitch black rock of the Great Botha Levee. Olivierâs sword blow was simply too strong. His blow had actually, finally, caused this Great Botha Levee, which had been undamaged for over ten thousand years, to be chopped in half.
âThat canât be.â Olivierâs spiritual energy was already utterly used up, but he still stared in surprise at Linley.
When his attack intersected with Beaumontâs, he was able to easily slice Beaumont in half. Only then did Olivier realizeâŚthat Beaumont was already dead. Clearly, before he, Olivier, had attacked, Beaumont had already died. After all, he had spent almost no energy in chopping Beaumont in half.
âLinley, you killed him?â Olivier said in surprise.
âI was just slightly faster than you.â Linley waved his hand, snatching and storing the now-flying divine spark, divine artifact, and interspatial rings.
Desri flew over as well, his face covered in smiles. âLinley, you twoâŚâ But before he even finished the sentenceâŚ
âBANG!!!!â From below, the Great Botha Levee which Olivier had chopped into two pieces suddenly exploded, transforming into countless pieces of stone. The Great Botha Levee, which Olivier had only just barely able to break through with his full strength attack, had utterly exploded.
âHahaâŚafter ten thousand years, Iâve finally returned!!!â
âYulan continent. Itâs been ten million years. I, Locard [Luoâca], have returned, hahaâŚâ
âYulan continent! Iâm back!â
Like a horde of locusts, countless human figures charged out wildly from the Great Botha Levee, flying in every which way.
âThanks, young fellows.â A voice rang out in the minds of Linley, Desri, and Olivier. This scene had utterly terrified and stupefied the three of them. The auras of those countless experts had already utterly shocked Linley.
âBOOM!â A black-robed figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.
âLord Beirut.â Linley instantly realized that the person in mid-air was Beirut. Beirutâs face had changed dramatically. He stretched out his right hand, which transformed into an enormous black palm, slamming directly down towards the Great Botha Levee.
The endless stream of people charging out from the Great Botha Levee like a flood were suddenly caught.
âLord Beirut.â Linley, Olivier, and Desri were utterly confused.
Beirutâs face was ashen as he stared at Linley, Olivier, and Desri. âYouâŚhave caused an utter catastrophe!!!â