dkrc Chapter 1788 Marquis Voban, who murdered the "Overseer," usurped power [Curse Mark Imprint
Chapter 1788 Marquis Voban, who murdered the "Overseer," usurped power [Curse Mark Imprint
Chapter 1788 Marquis Voban, who murdered the "Overseer," usurped power [Curse Mark Imprint]
The oldest god-slayer: "Do you think I did nothing?"
The oldest god-slayer: "It's just that I haven't found it yet."
The oldest god-slayer: "But now I must thank you!"
The oldest god-slayer: "Just now, in a fit of anger and a sudden inspiration, I used a teleportation talisman and randomly arrived at a civilization with extraordinary individuals who could use spell power."
The oldest god-slayer: "@Master Luo Hao, this is the will of Heaven!"
The oldest god-slayer: "I am destined to be no less than you!"
Marquis Voban looked at the planet that was completely unfamiliar after using the teleportation talisman, yet contained structures similar to Earth, and sensed the vast number of life forms and the magical power within their bodies. He couldn't help but smile.
He never expected that after seeing Luo Hao strengthen the [Godslayer Rank] three times and Loki's taunts, he couldn't bear it and used the teleportation talisman in a near-venting manner. In just one use, he was transported to a civilization that could use magical power.
However, he was somewhat disappointed by their strength. Apart from a very few individuals who could rival god-slayers and disobedient gods, the vast majority of them were not stronger than the forces on Earth.
But never mind, it's enough that individuals similar to god-slayers and disobedient gods can be born.
What he needs are points; strength is secondary.
Generally speaking, the higher the value of the points, the stronger the character will be.
Just then, several figures quickly approached and surrounded him. These people wore strange clothes and were surrounded by magical energy fluctuations, clearly powerful figures from this planet.
"Who are you?!"
The leader shouted sternly, his eyes filled with vigilance.
Marquis Voban merely glanced at them coldly, his brows furrowed slightly.
Too weak.
These people's magical power level is even lower than that of an ordinary Grand Knight.
Those guys didn't react at all after discovering him as an outsider, was it because he didn't show any strength?
Did he think he could be dealt with by these guys?
However, why do they look exactly like humans?
Is it because this world is centered around "godslayers"?
"Who is the strongest person on your planet? Tell him to come out."
He did not answer the other person's question, but instead asked a question in return, his voice deep and authoritative, as if a king were questioning a subject.
The group of people looked at each other, clearly angered by his attitude.
"Insanity!"
"You trespassed on our sacred ground and dared to utter such arrogant words!"
One of them shouted angrily.
No sooner had he finished speaking than he swiftly made his move, sending a jet-black arrow of magical energy straight toward Marquis Voban’s face!
"boom!"
The arrow exploded suddenly three feet away from Marquis Voban, turning into specks of black light and dissipating.
Marquis Voban didn't even flinch.
"Is that all you have?"
He shook his head in disappointment, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"I'm asking one last time!"
His voice suddenly turned cold, and deep red flames began to appear around him.
"Where is the strongest person on your planet?"
Feeling the terrifying pressure, the faces of the group changed drastically, their legs trembled uncontrollably, and their lips trembled but they could not utter a single word.
It was at this moment of extreme oppression.
"Da da da."
The sound of steady footsteps came from afar.
Marquis Voban turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
A black-haired man walked slowly towards them.
He wore a black trench coat, and his face was as ordinary as that of an average person on Earth, but the magical energy flowing around him was like a bottomless pool, calm and restrained.
interesting
Marquis Voban's lips curled into a cold smile.
He admitted that the opponent's curse power was indeed not weak, even comparable to his own when he first became a god-slayer.
But that's all.
"Are you the strongest being on this planet?"
Marquis Voban's voice was deep and authoritative, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.
The black-haired man stopped and stared at him calmly, without fear or anger, as if he were simply observing an object worthy of study.
"Strong?"
"On this planet, they call me 'The Observer'."
He tilted his head slightly, as if pondering the meaning of the word.
"Observer?"
"I have no interest in these meaningless titles."
Marquis Voban gave a cold laugh.
"Tell me, how did you acquire your current strength?"
"Do true gods exist in your civilization?"
Marquis Voban's wolf-like eyes were fixed on the black-haired man, wanting to hear the answer he sought.
To gain points, you need to know how they acquired their current strength. Was it through a technique similar to a "god-slaying" ritual, a cultivation method, or other rare and precious materials? These are all resources that can be exchanged for points.
The black-haired man tilted his head slightly, seemingly pondering the answer to the question.
"God?"
He repeated it softly, his tone so calm it was almost indifferent.
"That's what they call me, and what others are like me."
"However, we only provide assistance when they need it."
"It blows the cold wind, brings rain, gives life, and bestows wealth."
He raised his eyes, his gaze calmly meeting that of the Marquis of Voban:
"We're just doing what we can do."
Marquis Voban's breath hitched slightly.
Regulators? Gods?
No, none of that matters! What matters is—
"You mean you're a god?"
Marquis Voban's voice suddenly rose, and his wolf-like eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with an almost greedy light.
His gaze fixed on the black-haired man was like that of a long-starved beast that had finally spotted its prey; an uncontrollable, ferocious smile crept onto his lips.
"Gods... Hahaha! Good, very good!"
The black-haired man frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled by his reaction, but still calmly replied:
"If you insist on calling me that."
"We are merely regulators, maintaining the balance of this world, nothing more."
Marquis Voban's smile grew increasingly ferocious, and the fighting spirit in his eyes almost materialized.
"Maintain balance? How ridiculous!"
"Gods should act like gods, high above and invincible, not like you, taking care of ants like nannies!"
The black-haired man was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
"It seems we have different philosophies."
"It doesn't matter!"
"I don't care about your ideologies; I only care about how many points your powers are worth!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Marquis Voban's figure shot up like a blood-red lightning bolt!
The black-haired man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his hand to construct a barrier of magical power, a dark blue light screen instantly forming in front of him.
"boom!!"
Marquis Voban's fist slammed into the barrier without any fancy moves, and the seemingly indestructible magical light screen shattered like glass!
"what?!"
Before the black-haired man could react, the hand wreathed in crimson flames pierced through the shattered barrier and grabbed his throat!
"As for gods, I have slain far too many!"
Marquis Voban's five fingers suddenly tightened, and the crisp sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.
"boom!!!"
He grabbed the black-haired man and slammed him hard into the ground, causing the entire wilderness to collapse and create a giant crater a kilometer in diameter! The shockwave cleaved the distant mountains in half, and amidst the billowing dust, Marquis Voban stood proudly like a demon god.
The black-haired man lay in the center of the cracked earth, blood gushing from his seven orifices.
He raised his hand with trembling hands, and dark blue spell power frantically gathered in his palm.
"it's useless."
Marquis Voban crushed his wrist with a single stomp, the sound of bones shattering was sickening, and crimson flames spread down his ankle, burning away the struggling magical power.
"I accept your power."
He looked down at the dying "god" from his high position, and with a sudden burst of power from his feet, crimson flames erupted like a raging tide!
"boom--!!!"
The black-haired man's body exploded in the flames, his flesh and bones instantly vaporizing, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
However, in the void, the azure blue magical power gathered like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, it reshaped the body perfectly.
The black-haired man stood in mid-air, looking down at Marquis Voban with an indifferent expression.
"I said so."
"As the regulator of the world, I will never truly die."
His voice carried the indifference of a god.
Marquis Voban looked up at the reborn man, his handsome face suddenly twisting into a chilling smile, his wolf eyes burning with a ecstasy more intense than crimson flames.
Won’t die?
Is it immortality, or truly indestructible?
If one could possess immortality and be resurrected from mythology like a god who has abandoned his will, that would be wonderful.
What he wanted was this kind of existence, an inexhaustible treasure trove called "power"!
Surely these so-called "regulators" can't just hide in mythology like the disobedient gods and never come out, right?
Marquis Voban thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly.
Forget it, let's try killing it once first!
At the very least, we need to determine whether we can seize power after killing this "god".
Having not experienced the exhilaration that comes with the [Godslayer] physique when facing disobedient gods, he was somewhat uncertain.
It could also be because the opponent was too weak.
But regardless, he still had to try killing it first; if that didn't work, then all his thoughts would be meaningless.
"Don't let me down."
Marquis Voban said this, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.
In an instant, a short sword shrouded in gray mist was pressed against the opponent's throat, its ancient power flowing with a destructive aura.
Marquis Voban appeared behind him without him noticing, his left hand gripping the back of his neck like an iron clamp, while his right hand slashed steadily with a short sword.
"When I swing this sword, even things that cannot decay will rot!"
The sword lightly grazed the neck, yet unleashed a piercing shriek that seemed to tear the world apart.
The gray mist condensed into threads that surged wildly into the wound, and the black-haired man's pupils shrank as he realized that his rebirth power was being eroded and disintegrated by some higher-level force.
His skin began to crack, and gray mist seeped from the cracks instead of fresh blood.
The magical barrier that was being constructed collapsed on its own as soon as it took shape, and the azure magical energy writhed wildly like a hunted snake, but had nowhere to escape.
"Even things that cannot be broken will be shattered!"
The short sword suddenly erupted with darkness that devoured light, and the black-haired man began to crystallize from the wound. His body was like a glass object struck by an invisible hammer, with a gray, deathly light shining through the spreading cracks.
"Once the Gordian Knot is severed..."
The final incantation transformed into the tolling of a judgment bell. The short sword gleamed, and the black-haired man opened his mouth, only to spit out countless moths formed from gray mist.
His eyeballs shattered first, followed by his bones, internal organs, and skin; his entire being was like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.
"Destruction will come at the same time."
As the last syllable faded, the short sword and the gray mist vanished simultaneously.
Suddenly, a dark blue rain of ashes fell from the sky, the echo of the complete erasure of the Overseer's existence. In the distance, mountains collapsed one after another like overturned blocks, witnessing the permanent death of the concept of immortality.
In the instant the overseer was completely annihilated, a wisp of dark blue divine essence suddenly emerged from the ashes and burrowed into Marquis Voban's chest like a serpent.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and information about power appeared before his eyes.
[Ding! New ability acquisition detected]
[Power Name: Curse Mark Imprint]
[Source of power: The remaining divinity of the "Tianhaixing" regulator]
【Power Characteristics】
[Curse Power Perception: Can roughly perceive curse power fluctuations within a 500-meter radius and identify the curse power attributes]
[Shallow Mark: Physical contact leaves a "Supervisory Mark" that lasts for 1 hour. Marked targets will take 10% additional damage, and the effect is increased to 15% against undead targets.]
[Echo Prediction; Consumes a small amount of spell power to vaguely perceive the target's movement trend 0.5 seconds later (limited to once per day), requires remaining stationary when activating]
Marquis Voban frowned slightly as he looked at the information about the powers that appeared before him.
Why is this power so weak?
Spell power perception? Spell power fluctuations within a 500-meter radius? Identifying spell power attributes?
Does this kind of thing also require perception? Discrimination? And can it be considered a separate ability within one's powers?
[Shallow Mark] is somewhat useful, increasing damage by 10% and its effect on undead targets is increased to 15%. But what on earth is that [Echo Prediction]?
Consuming a small amount of magical energy allows one to vaguely perceive the target's movement trend 0.5 seconds later.
Even Observation Haki's ability to foresee the future is more powerful than this, and it requires the user to remain still when activating it.
If I remain stationary, what's the point of making predictions?
Isn't it just standing there and taking the beating?
Of all the disobedient gods he slew, none of the powers he reclaimed were worse than this.
This so-called "regulator" is clearly not weak, but the powers he is given are so useless. Is it because he was unlucky and just happened to get such useless powers?
Or is there something about this power that he hasn't discovered?
Thinking this, he casually waved his hand, and a shallow, almost transparent ripple of cursed power spread out, sensing several cursed power reactions.
Yes, those were the same humans from earlier.
But at this level, it doesn't even qualify as an aid in hunting.
Even a human who has just become a "Godslayer" has a vision that goes far beyond this, and their perception is even greater.
It's a useless ability; I don't even know how many points it's worth in terms of energy recovery.
(End of this chapter)