togophonebook Chapter 206 You can call me... Abaddon, the Yama Demon
Chapter 206 You can call me... Abaddon, the Yama Demon
Chapter 206 You can call me... Abaddon, the Yama Demon
Modi's guess was pretty accurate.
In order to maximize the power of the nation's destiny dragon, Emperor Qian reached another deal with the Prince of Zhao, the Hundred Poisons Sect, and the Protector.
He paid a heavy price to gain their nominal submission from the three parties.
Today, Qizhou, Jiangzhou, Lüzhou, and even the Hundred Poisons Sect's control of the Ten Thousand Mountains, are nominally under the jurisdiction of the Great Qian Dynasty.
As a result, the national fortune of the Great Qian Dynasty and the power of Emperor Qian greatly increased.
Emperor Qian burned the nation's fortune to gain the blessing of the Great Qian territory, and for a time, his overwhelming momentum even overshadowed that of Mo Di.
The billowing dragon energy overflowed, creating the spectacular sight of purple clouds rising from the east over the capital.
Bathed in purple light, the dragon of the Great Qian Dynasty appeared divine and holy, its several bloody holes seemingly healed at some unknown time.
The dragon's roar was loud and clear, radiating outwards from him. Under the purple aura, the entire palace seemed to come alive.
The dragons carved on the white jade pillars swayed slowly, the roof reflected a golden light, and the mythical beasts on the roof ridge shook their bodies, paying homage to the real dragon.
Even in the capital, all traces of the previous battle have disappeared.
Damaged houses were miraculously restored, and cracks in the ground were erased, leaving only brand-new streets and alleys.
"Is this your divine kingdom?"
Although his tone was questioning, Modi was absolutely certain in his heart.
The current Emperor Qian has embarked on an unconventional path of deification. Although he has not called himself a god, standing at the pinnacle of power in the Great Qian Dynasty, he is no different from a god within its territory.
The Great Qian Dynasty was his divine kingdom, and the capital city, as the political center of the Great Qian Dynasty, was the core of his divine kingdom.
The restoration of the capital and the revitalization of the imperial palace were both caused by his single thought.
Even the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, bathed in the purple aura of the nation's destiny, were shaken by the blessing of the Divine Kingdom and its capital, becoming more and more courageous in battle, almost able to stand on equal footing with the Blood God's invading army.
"Divine Kingdom? That title is quite fitting. I, who am one with the destiny of the nation, stand on the land of the Great Qian, which is almost equivalent to a god."
Emperor Qian squinted comfortably, the faint sounds of millions of people paying homage echoing in his ears, and the feeling of holding supreme power fascinated him.
The only drawback is that a large part of his divine kingdom has been invaded by others, and there is another voice and a will to resist.
As the ultimate authority, he would never allow anything to exist beyond his jurisdiction.
He wanted to control the life and death of everything in the world; this was the absolute power he sought.
The dragon of destiny suddenly opened its eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, and uttered a majestic voice: "Within the realm, all are subjects of the king. You rebels, but I can give you a chance. Submit, and I can pretend nothing ever happened."
The sound was loud and resonated throughout the entire battlefield.
Wang Zhi and other imperial soldiers all echoed the call with fervor: "Rebel, surrender, or die!"
A strong sense of arrogance permeated Emperor Qian's words. Mo Di was quite familiar with this, as he also felt this dragon-like nature when he transformed into a dragon.
However, he was rarely swayed by this.
The horde of death opened its massive jaws and roared silently, while the other two withdrew their weapons and stood beside him.
"Is he already a prisoner of power?" You Qingxiang sighed and shook his head. "The combination of demonic bloodline and the nature of national destiny has created such a monster who pursues power. Perhaps I shouldn't have founded the Feast Cult in the first place."
"This is Emperor Qian's true nature, why should the Grandmaster blame himself?" Mo Di recalled the Dragon Hunter Spear that had been intercepted midway, holding the spear in one hand and a sword in the other, the power of the demon god surging between his fingers on the Death Ring.
"Even without the Feast Cult, he would have sought help from other sources, perhaps through alchemy and drug use, perhaps through blood sacrifice to evil gods, or perhaps by having the Hundred Poisons Cult imbue him with Gu poison."
Su Youli remained silent, standing beside him with her sword in hand, like a moving ice sculpture.
Their meaning was quite clear, and the three people on the other side could also understand it.
Zhang Kuning gripped the Spring and Autumn Dragon Sparrow Blade tightly, while Zeng Yao took a deep breath and hurried to recover from her injuries.
Emperor Qian remained expressionless and coldly asked, "Why can't all the traitors in this world be killed?"
Having said that, he grabbed the Imperial Seal of the State, which had been magnified many times over, and slammed it down hard on Mo Di.
The jade seal appeared on Modi's head without warning, smashing through the rules and barriers of the Blood Sea Divine Kingdom, and its speed continued to increase.
Modi's eyes narrowed, and he uttered a thought, the breath of death beneath his feet already fully charged was about to be unleashed.
A white beam of energy, brimming with frenzied power, struck the jade seal, neutralizing its kinetic energy. The radiation, like a persistent carbuncle, seeped deep into the jade seal, resisting the great fortune of the Qianlong era within it.
The Great Qian Dynasty, mired in war, should have had little national fortune left. However, Emperor Qian transformed into a true dragon, and the three separatist forces bowed down to him, thus extending the dynasty's fortune.
Even though Mo Di is the leader of the largest separatist force, he cannot ignore the current state of the Great Qian Dynasty.
"But a lie is a lie. The Great Qian can prolong its national fortune through trickery, but it cannot truly strengthen its foundation. Do you think the Great Qian's current national fortune can support you in dragging this out on me?"
The spear thrust out and struck the jade seal head-on. In an instant, the dragon-hunting spear cracked a corner of the jade seal, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on one side.
The imperial seal flew back and was firmly held in Emperor Qian's hand.
A hint of heartache flashed in his eyes, and his voice followed: "It's probably not enough, but with the fate of the nation, even if I can't drag you down into the abyss, I can still render the Blood God Sect powerless in the future."
"You don't want the Hundred Poisons Sect and Umbrella Corporation to reap the benefits, do you? The leader of the Hundred Poisons Sect isn't dead, and the directors of Umbrella Corporation have been hiding in the shadows all along. Do you really want to waste your time here with me?"
Upon hearing this, Modi immediately understood what he was planning.
"Using the fate of the nation as a deterrent, threatening me with the risk of mutual destruction, you intend to force me to withdraw my troops, resolve this crisis, and gain more time to recover lost territory and improve the nation's fortunes. Is that what you're really thinking?"
Emperor Qian remained silent, but his expression spoke volumes.
From beginning to end, he did not want the war to continue.
He hoped to force the Blood God Cult to retreat, and that given more time, his strength would increase further along with the nation's fortunes.
"Your idea is good, but..." Mordy shook his head, the shift in his tone making his heart skip a beat, "What makes you think you have the ability to mutually destroy me?"
"Have I been too mild-mannered, causing you to misjudge the difference between us?"
The blood sea, hanging upside down in the sky and blotting out the sun, suddenly surged with waves, and a spectacular waterspout-like phenomenon appeared on the surface of the sea, with tens of thousands of tons of blood water falling from the sky and entering Modi's body.
A suffocating sense of threat surged into Emperor Qian's heart. Without hesitation, he threw out the imperial seal with one hand and held the emperor's sword, which symbolized his status, with the other, unleashing a long, narrow sword aura.
Beside him, Zhang Kuning and Zeng Yao attacked together. The former dragged the Spring and Autumn Dragon Sparrow Blade and attacked Su Youli, while the latter used her huge body to hold You Qingxiang back.
No one could stop the sword energy and the jade seal, but Modi didn't need anyone to help intercept them.
He doesn't have the setting that his transformation time cannot be interrupted, so he can naturally take action at any time.
The longsword churned the blood, cleaved through the waves, and annihilated the sword energy into nothingness.
The Dragon-Hunting Spear, like a dragon poking its head out, struck the jade seal once more, adding another crack to it.
The sea of blood surged, and with his heart pounding violently, Emperor Qian squinted and saw Modi's full appearance once again.
By this time, he had become far removed from humans, transforming into a species similar to Emperor Qian.
The waters of the Blood Sea wove his body, covering him with a layer of scarlet, blood-red scales.
Each of the seven dragon heads wears a crown and has ten spiraling horns. The ends of the thick, long snake bodies split into ten sharp tails, exuding overwhelming ferocity.
Unlike the sacred aura of the True Dragon Body of the Qian Empire, this seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon possessed no sacred qualities, only a ferocious and malevolent aura, like a demon king.
Emperor Qian had no interest in investigating its form. Under the threat of this hateful red dragon, his heart pounded like a drum, and for a moment he dared not make a move.
The waterspouting phenomenon on the surface of the Blood Sea gradually subsided, and the red dragon's body stopped growing.
After the initial panic subsided, Emperor Qian was enraged, feeling that his dignity as a true dragon had been challenged by a false dragon.
"You, what kind of demon are you?" he roared.
"A demon? You might call me... Abaddon the Demon King."
The seven red dragons opened their mouths and whispered, their voices both loud like roars and soft like whispers, which sounded like a seductive whisper to Emperor Qian.
"Abaddon, the Yama? No matter what kind of demon you are, offending the true dragon deserves death."
Emperor Qian realized that his plan was likely to fail, so he no longer suppressed his anger, swung his dragon body, held the sword and seal, and charged towards the red dragon.
Modilong's body hung upside down, most of his body submerged in the sea of blood, his fourteen eyes calmly watching Emperor Qian fall into the sea of blood.
His body slowly rose from the sea, each of his two dragon claws holding a sword, and he slowly swung it toward Emperor Qian.
Tens of millions of Blood God Children simultaneously burned the power of the Blood Sea, causing the seemingly ordinary two swords to unleash tremendous power.
After the first sword strike, the Emperor's sword broke in two; after the second sword strike, the Imperial Seal of the State was split in two.
The sword energy whistled past, slicing across Emperor Qian's dragon body before he could react, leaving an inverted cross-shaped wound.
In the blink of an eye, the true dragon of national destiny fell to earth, and the red dragon in the sea soared into the sky.
"How...is this possible?"
The Yuan Tu Abi sword intent raged within Emperor Qian's body, ravaging his dragon form, causing blood to flow incessantly beneath every inch of his scales.
Modi tossed aside his twin swords, and an enlarged Dragon-Hunting Spear appeared in his hand. The moment Emperor Qian fell to the ground, the spear tip pierced into Emperor Qian's body, almost cleaving the entire dragon in two.
The Dragon-Hunting Spear was like a dragon-pinning stake, pinning Emperor Qian to the ground, where he could not move no matter how much he struggled.
Emperor Qian desperately burned the nation's fortune, but this only accelerated the loss of that fortune and did nothing to help his injuries.
"How do you think I managed to beat Wan Jinghan so badly back then?"
Modi's seven heads all wore sinister smiles, and with a flash of spiritual fire in his hands, a large scythe appeared.
He swung his scythe and cleaved the ferocious beast Chaos, which had charged to protect its master, in two.
An expression of disbelief still lingered on her alluring face.