RBCT Chapter 315 The Shackles of Divine Blood
Chapter 315 The Shackles of Divine Blood
Chapter 315 The Shackles of Divine Blood
Beelzebub kept looking back as he fled.
Prince Mingdeng has disappeared without a trace—he must have gone to hell first.
As a high-ranking official under the emperor for all ages, his strength was unfathomable.
Having mastered the laws of gravity, one can freely control the "weight" of all things. Whether it's killing moves, defense, or movement, it far surpasses that of ordinary mid-level gods.
Aside from being a bit fragile, this prince is already incredibly close to becoming a high-ranking god.
Beelzebub desperately channeled his divine power, causing the fly's wings to tremble like a buzzing bee, his mind in a state of panic.
Prince Mingdeng left because there was no longer any need for him to stay in the southern suburbs; he was going to hell to join forces with Satan.
He fled because he was truly going to be killed by that terrifying crow, or by the twilight.
Suddenly, he sensed something and looked up in surprise.
It's raining?
When was it downloaded?
How come I didn't notice anything?
This rain isn't natural; there must be something moving the clouds and rain.
He didn't have time to think further and continued his escape.
Suddenly, he abruptly stopped, his pupils contracting.
On a distant mountaintop, a dark cloud hung heavily. The cloud slowly parted to reveal a man in a black suit and a black trench coat, his wispy hair fluttering gently in the wind.
Beelzebub's eyes widened in horror: "Yellow—twilight—"
The dusk this time was completely different from before.
That intimidating aura and suffocating pressure all point to one thing—
He has regained control of the antique shop and recovered his memories.
Jiang Chaosheng stood up, his eyes icy cold: "The Gluttonous Fly King, Beelzebub."
In Baiyu Village, in the southern suburbs... it was truly awe-inspiring and terrifying.
Beelzebub swallowed hard in horror.
Already severely injured, and having fought two battles with Baron Rift and Evil Raven, his condition was now at its worst.
He had no chance against the twilight.
"You—you spare me."
Jiang Chaosheng took a step forward.
The dark clouds tactfully extended out a step.
Beelzebub screamed, "It's all Satan!"
Satan sent me here!
I—I was just following orders!
Jiang Chaosheng pulled a rusty scythe from his trench coat.
Beelzebub trembled: "It's Lord Bright Lamp!"
I was planning to leave, but he lured me here!
He didn't incite me—he forced me! He forced me to come!
The Grim Reaper's scythe transformed into a giant scythe under the influence of his thoughts.
Beelzebub trembled violently: "Forgive me! I will never set foot in the human world again! Forgive me—"
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Jiang Chaosheng held the giant scythe in one hand, looking down at him with a cold smile: "You still won't call me 'sir' even now."
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Beelzebub was struck dumb: "Sir! Forgive me! I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!"
Jiang Chaosheng had already raised his sickle.
When Beelzebub realized his pleas for mercy were useless, his expression suddenly turned ferocious: "You've gone too far! Don't think I'm afraid of you!"
The scarlet compound eyes opened, and beams of red light shot towards Jiang Chaosheng.
In the past, Jiang Chaosheng would not have been a match for Beelzebub.
How can one defeat a god with a scythe of death and a flintlock pistol?
Far from enough.
But now—
Divine power?
I have one too.
The purple vertical eye between his brows suddenly opened.
Dark purple power instantly enveloped his entire body, and eerie purple flames ignited on the Grim Reaper's giant scythe.
He swung his scythe, deflecting or blocking the crimson rays, while simultaneously drawing his flintlock pistol from his back waist. "Bang! Bang!"
Two bullets, formed from the fire of Mount Olympus, were fired at Beelzebub.
Beelzebub raised his hand to protect his eyes—he had underestimated the power of the bullet.
The divine fire burned fiercely in his palm, causing excruciating pain.
Before he could react, Jiang Chaosheng was already in front of him, and the Grim Reaper's scythe slammed down heavily.
"Tear it open"
Beelzebub's head fell from the sky.
The Grim Reaper's scythe now has an additional rune.
Whenever the Grim Reaper's scythe slays a powerful opponent, it will devour that opponent's skills, up to a maximum of seven.
Now there is the primordial serpent of Lucifer, the shadow of the Ark of the Covenant of the Black God, and now there is a new one.
The Gluttonous Fly King's divine skill—the Gluttony Tide.
This skill is the crimson ray shot from the compound eyes of the Gluttonous Fly King.
The underlying meaning of this move is:
Everything in sight is food.
Within that scarlet ray, everything was suppressed and destroyed like food.
He touched his forehead again.
If this Deceitful Eye were to use this move, its power would likely double.
"Boom—"
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A muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.
Heavy rain poured down.
Jiang Chaosheng frowned, glanced at Beelzebub's burning and dissipating body, and then looked up at the sky: "This is—natural rain."
There shouldn't be rain in the South China Sea in December.
It should snow in a few days.
But this rain was clearly natural precipitation, not something that anyone conjured by manipulating clouds and rain.
Something was slowly wriggling in the dark clouds.
A dragon's head, as big as a Jiefang brand truck, emerged from the clouds and stopped beside Jiang Chaosheng.
"Sir, a god has fallen, and the heavens are weeping."
Jiang Chaosheng frowned, a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "You're crying over the death of a god?"
The tears I shed today were so worthless.
I killed a god, and you feel sorry for me?
The Dragon King of the Jing River chuckled twice: "When gods are born or fall, strange phenomena will appear in the heavens. This is a law of heaven and earth left over from the reign of the gods."
After all, the one who just fell was a mid-level god.
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow: "A mid-level god? What's that?"
The Dragon King of the Jing River was very patient today, explaining like an old minister assisting a new emperor: "In the realm of gods, there is a strict hierarchy."
They are divided into the Supreme God, the Upper God, the Middle God, and the True God.
A person's divine position is determined by birth, and the higher the divine position, the stronger the divine power.
In the eyes of the higher gods in the divine realm, ordinary true gods are nothing more than servants.
But even servants were considered far more noble than mortal beings in their eyes, much like the feudal aristocracy.
Jiang Chaosheng then became curious: "Then, what is a demigod?"
The Zero Antique Shop contains many forbidden items left behind by demigods.
For example, the one I used twice—number 3-38, the Healing Bowl.
Its owner was the demigod Goya—the daughter of Panacea, the god of herbs, and a herb-gathering woman.
The Dragon King of the Jing River said, "In that era, there were many children of gods—mixed blood between gods and humans—who were born with some divine power."
But in the eyes of the gods, they were merely mixed-race individuals despised by them.
He frowned and pondered for a while about the information about demigods, then continued, "The last human emperor waged war against the gods, and the gods fell one after another."
Mortal beings with spiritual powers and demons begin to vie for the remains of a god—
Some grafted the fingers of gods onto their own hands, some devoured the internal organs of gods, and some attached the hair of gods to their own heads.
By associating themselves with deities, they became demigods, their cultivation far surpassing that of ordinary psychics.
Jiang Chaosheng smiled and said, "It seems that becoming a demigod is a very good way to become stronger."
Unlike ordinary cultivators, they do not need to painstakingly cultivate their spiritual power.
He was still making plans.
In the cemetery circle of White Fish Village, there is a fly wing of Beelzebub.
That was sealed away by the three-headed dragon in the cemetery when he lost his memory.
Or, take that thing out and give it to Helian?
This saves Helian from having to diligently practice spiritual arts every day.
The Dragon King of the Jing River shook his head: "Although demigods are powerful, for mortals, divine blood is a shackle that restricts their future prospects."
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow: "Divine blood is a shackle?"
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