dkrc Chapter 1796 The "Disobedient Gods" Who Are Constantly Slaughtered, The Upper Limit of the
Chapter 1796 The "Disobedient Gods" Who Are Constantly Slaughtered, The Upper Limit of the
Chapter 1796 The "Disobedient Gods" Who Are Constantly Slaughtered, The Upper Limit of the Cursed Power System
Marquis Voban was feeling slightly troubled at the moment, well, just a little troubled.
After all, having killed so many "regulators" and usurped so much power, he couldn't be bothered even if he wanted to.
Unless he actually fails to enhance all his points.
However, I'm definitely not as happy as I was at the beginning.
Tony and the others' words always made him worry that he might actually fail to enhance all his points, and he really couldn't accept that.
But before that
Marquis Voban glanced at the solemn-looking supervisors before him, a cold smile curving his lips.
Vent your anger toward me as much as possible. That way, I might be able to increase the strength of the power I've usurped, and your deaths will be more worthwhile.
"boom!!!"
Without any warning, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Before the leftmost supervisor could even blink, he felt a chill on his chest. Looking down, he saw a slender hand piercing through his chest, holding a still-beating golden heart in its palm.
"Do you think just watching will make you kill me?"
Marquis Voban's voice rang in my ears, and then...
"boom!"
As he closed his palm, the divine core exploded into a shower of golden dust.
The first regulator died.
The hunter on the right roared and charged at him, his scythe, wreathed in black mist, tearing at him like a black dragon. Marquis Voban didn't even turn his head, simply raising his left hand casually.
"Crack!"
The chains froze the moment they touched his fingertips, then shattered like glass. Before the hunter could react, he saw a fist rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.
"puff!"
A simple straight punch.
The moment the fist struck his forehead, his head exploded like a watermelon. His headless body swayed twice before crashing to the ground. The second hunter was dead.
"Boom!!!"
Amidst a terrifying roar, a hunter enveloped in golden lightning crashed down on Marquis Voban like a meteor. His fist, imbued with immense divine power, was enough to sink a continental plate.
"Snapped!"
Marquis Voban caught the punch with one hand, his five fingers clenched, and the hunter's fist instantly shattered, bones and flesh exploding like fireworks!
"what!!!"
The scream had barely begun when Marquis Voban's other hand pierced through his chest, gripping his beating heart.
"boom!"
His heart burst in his palm, and divine blood splattered a hundred meters high like a fountain.
A supervisor wielded a giant axe, its blade imbued with the power to cleave everything in its path. Marquis Voban neither flinched nor dodged, allowing the axe to strike his neck.
"clang!"
With a clang of metal, the axe blade shattered. The hunter stared in disbelief at the gaping wound on his hand. Before he could react, a hand was already pressed against his face.
"boom!"
His head was forcefully pressed into his chest cavity, blood gushed out in the air, and his body collapsed to the ground like a ripped sack.
"Crack!"
Behind him, a supervisor suddenly attacked from behind, thrusting two swords straight at Marquis Voban's back. The moment the sword tips pierced through his suit, Marquis Voban retaliated with a swift grab.
"Pfft!"
The arm pierced the attacker's abdomen like a hot knife through butter, pulling out his internal organs. The hunter stared blankly at his hollowed-out lower body and slowly knelt down.
Blazing flames burst in the air, sweeping towards Marquis Voban, who stood firm, his wolf-like eyes fixed on the overseer.
"Crack!"
In an instant, the supervisor's body turned into a pillar of salt, which fell to the ground.
The seventh, eighth, and ninth positions
The massacre continues.
Some were torn in half, their internal organs falling out like rain;
Some had their skulls crushed, their eyeballs popping out;
Some had their limbs torn off while still alive, writhing on the ground and howling in agony.
Divine blood flowed like a river across the scorched earth, while severed limbs piled up like mountains, casting menacing shadows in the sunlight.
Marquis Voban rubbed his temples slightly, a look of pleasure in his eyes.
Thirty-seven new powers flowed within him, each containing a different kind of power.
Good
He felt the surging power within him, and a ferocious smile curled at the corner of his mouth. The frustration he had felt earlier because of Tony and the others' words in the chat group had long since vanished.
"puff!"
Thinking this, he stomped down hard with his right foot, and the dying head of the hunter beneath his foot exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering blood onto his shoe.
He casually wiped the sole of his shoe on the corpse, as if he had only stepped on an insignificant ant.
Then, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky.
One way, two ways, three ways.
Space was torn open like the surface of water, and figures with distinct auras stepped out from it.
They were clad in robes of stars, shrouded in the black mist of the abyss, or bathed in blazing white holy light. The pressure emanating from each of them was even greater than that of the supervisors who had just been slaughtered!
Marquis Voban's smile deepened, his eyes revealing a satisfaction he had never shown before.
Although he didn't know the exact order and rules of how these regulators appeared, he really enjoyed the feeling of having reaped a lot of power only to have "disobedient gods" appear and reap more power from him.
For a god-slayer, this is something they might never even dare to dream of.
Because it's too wonderful.
Unexpectedly, he is now experiencing it himself.
"This planet is truly amazing."
He slowly moved his neck, and his bones cracked like popping beans.
The first to arrive was a being clad in a star-patterned robe, whose eyes reflected the swirling Milky Way, and whose every gesture drew upon the power of the stars.
Blasphemer, your sins are unforgivable.
"So much nonsense."
Marquis Voban suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The Star-Robed Supervisor's pupils contracted sharply, and he hastily erected twelve star barriers in front of him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The barriers shattered one after another like paper! A fist, unstoppable, slammed into his abdomen!
"vomit!!!"
The Star-Robed Observer was bent over like a shrimp, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurting from his mouth. Before he could recover, Marquis Voban had already grabbed his skull.
"Crack!"
With a clench of his five fingers, his skull shattered like an egg.
The body swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Then, he looked at the other regulators and smiled.
"The next wave of regulators will probably be stronger than you guys."
"So, goodbye."
in the chat group.
The ordinary group owner: "???"
An ordinary group admin: "Wait, what's going on? How come the Marquis is gone again?"
An ordinary group admin: "Did the hunter kill him again?"
An ordinary group admin: "But shouldn't he be able to multitask?"
An ordinary group owner said: "Those supervisors are at most about the same strength as the rebel gods on Earth, and they can't possibly threaten him."
An ordinary group owner: "There's no need to worry about getting caught up in the chat and being harmed by the regulators."
The upper limit of power in the Godslayer world is actually self-evident. If the extraordinary system of the planet that the Marquis randomly travels to is another system instead of the curse power system, then it's hard to say. But if it's the curse power system, the upper limit is very clear.
The disobedient gods and god-slayers represent the pinnacle of the curse power system. They may unleash even greater power due to their idealism, but without a doubt, this is the maximum level of the curse power system.
The Marquis's strength had already exceeded their limits after being enhanced by the [Godslayer Rank]. Furthermore, due to the influence of the Rank, neither Godslayers nor non-gods could defeat him unless they had been enhanced like him.
The same applies to the regulators on this planet; they could not possibly possess the power to make a marquisate a serious matter.
Therefore, even during the battle with them, the Marquis could still focus some of his attention on the chat group, since those supervisors posed no threat to him anyway.
But the Marquis fell silent after saying those words.
Is it because there are too many enemies that he no longer has the energy to pay attention to the chat group?
This is impossible no matter how you look at it.
The Magician Under the Moonlight: "Perhaps the Marquis is already planning to kill all the hunters first, and then use the points to strengthen his [Godslayer Rank]."
The Magician Under the Moonlight: "Before we use points to enhance our abilities, no matter how we speculate, we cannot predict the final outcome."
After reading Su Yunqing's words, Kaito Kuroba thought for a moment and then said...
He felt that the Marquis was not speaking now because he wanted to wait until all the supervisors were killed, and then use the points from the usurped power to strengthen the [Godslayer Rank].
After all, no matter how they speculate now, it's just speculation, and apart from making the Marquis nervous, it doesn't really mean much.
An ordinary group admin: "I guess so."
An ordinary group admin: "But speaking of which, I feel like you're always online in the chat group. Weren't you going to steal something?"
An ordinary group admin: "Do you usually have this much free time? @MagicianUnderTheMoonlight?"
Su Yunqing asked Kuroba Kaito with some confusion.
Isn't this guy Kaito Kid?
I wouldn't say I'm super busy, but I probably don't have much free time, right? After all, preparing props and such takes time.
It's normal for someone to log on to the chat group occasionally, but be absent most of the time.
But why does it seem like Kaito Kuroba has been in the chat group ever since he joined it, no matter when?
Is this guy really that addicted to chat groups? And he has so much free time?
The magician under the moonlight: "I don't steal every day."
The Magician Under the Moonlight: "Under normal circumstances, I might not even make a move once a month. It's just because of the special nature of this world that it seems like I make moves very frequently."
The Magician Under the Moonlight: "Even a phantom thief needs to maintain an air of mystery. What kind of phantom thief steals every day?"
Kaito Kuroba said, somewhat speechless.
He's a phantom thief, not a thief. How could he possibly be stealing every day?
Even thieves don't steal things every day.
Under normal circumstances, he might not even commit a theft once a month, and he might steal two or three times every six months.
His world is a bit peculiar; several Valentine's Days have passed, and half a year hasn't even passed yet, which makes it seem like he's stealing very frequently.
In reality, he is quite idle most of the time.
They are students after all.
An ordinary group admin: "Is that so? But why do I feel like Conan and Ai Haibara are busier than you?"
An ordinary group owner said, "They don't stay online in the chat group for very long."
Sherry: "Rather than saying it hasn't been online for long, it's more accurate to say that it's been languishing in the water for the vast majority of the time."
Shirley: "I do pay attention to chat groups."
Shirley: "Besides, I need to research new drugs, so I don't have that much time."
Ai Haibara said calmly.
They are actually online for a long time, but they don't talk much.
However, she did not expect that Su Yunqing would notice this.
Well, it's hard not to notice, since only a few people in a chat group can stay active all the time.
I never expected Kaito Kuroba to have such an outgoing personality.
Death God Elementary School Student: "Although you do need to research drugs, you still have to go to school, right?"
Conan looked at Ai Haibara's words with some confusion.
Although Ai Haibara, or rather Shiho Miyano, comes from a different world, they have met before. Even after joining the chat group and developing a drug to restore them to their original forms, Shiho Miyano habitually maintains the "Ai Haibara" persona and even goes to elementary school.
Even with school duties and drug research, she should still have quite a bit of free time.
Shirley: "Students should pay attention in class, that's their duty, right? Do you have any objections to that?"
Shirley: "Oh, you should definitely have something to say."
Sherry: "You talk about Sherlock Holmes on dates, and when you see a case, you run off to join in the fun, and end up getting drugged by Gin and the others. Your favorite thing is to do the wrong thing when you shouldn't be doing it."
Shiho Miyano said calmly.
Although she has the ability to return to her original form, her sister has not yet been resurrected. Even if she returns to her original appearance, what difference will it make?
It's better to stay in her current state; at least Ayumi and the others are by her side, so she won't be so lonely.
As for chat groups, she's not someone who enjoys interacting with people.
Therefore, she is not good at making friends, which results in her not having a deep connection with other group members.
Even though she knew that Umaru, Saeko Busujima, Utaha Kasumigaoka, and Gabriel were all nice people, she didn't become friends with them.
Naturally, they cannot be relied upon as an emotional crutch.
Death God Elementary School Student: "."
Death God Elementary School Student: "That was so long ago."
Death God Elementary School Student: "It was already changed after I joined the chat group."
Death God Elementary School Student: "And it's true that you should pay attention in class when you're in school, but are you sure you've been paying attention in elementary school?"
Why can't he believe it?
Is she able to listen attentively to elementary school lessons?
Shirley: "How long ago? This timeline that keeps reversing because of you, no matter how much time has passed, it will not actually be more than half a year."
Shirley: "If it weren't for the chat group, you would never have changed this habit in your life."
Sherry: "There are so many plots in the memory instance, but I haven't seen you grow at all."
(End of this chapter)