Chapter 39: War Weapon Morak

  The Sky Dragon Morak, although its name contains the word "dragon", is not a dragon species. Nor is it a two-legged flying dragon or a petrified winged dragon that evolved from lower-ranking magical beasts into a sub-dragon. If truly calculated, Morak's bloodline originated in ancient times and is a descendant of the Sky Dragon, one of the eight creation gods, making it a true divine lineage. Compared to the well-known giant dragons, it is not inferior at all, but rather surpasses them.

  Tatara himself was a genius, but at the age of fifty, he had already broken through the physical limitations and entered the ranks of super strongmen. Later, it is unknown where he found this descendant of the Sky Dragon, tamed it after subjugation, and used his skills learned from traveling all over the country or stealing to create a bloody path of enhancement. He forcibly raised this immature Sky Dragon descendant with mixed blood to the pinnacle of high-ranking, just one step away from making it transform into a true Sky Dragon!

  Only to see this terrifying behemoth with unmatched momentum pressing down, suddenly rushing into the wildly swirling vortex, as if without any regard for being in the enemy's home court.

  The high-ranking demon in the muddy waters, under Morak's intimidation, did not dare to float up, but stirred up a huge wave of mud in the swamp. In the midst of the loud noise, the giant beast suddenly poked its head out and bit down on Morak's belly. Eighteen strange giant arms grabbed onto him and pulled together, dragging Morak into the muddy pit, apparently intending to resolve this terrifying sky overlord in this manner.

  But who would have thought that this would stimulate Morak, a terrifying monster that had been raised by the Tatars for 10 years and grew up in bloody battles almost every day. What is the first reaction of normal creatures when they fall into a swamp or water? Naturally, it's to struggle desperately or try to save themselves. But this monster with extremely distorted views on life and values let out a loud roar and plunged headfirst into the depths of the swamp, tearing at the giant beast that had grown 18 arms.

  In the rolling mud, Morak's huge head had no organs, only a large mouth that could form a nearly 90° right angle when fully opened. With one bite, it bit off one of the giant beast's arms and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls after shaking its head. Extremely ferocious. The thousands of eyes on its long neck lit up one by one, releasing temperatures of over a thousand degrees, boiling the mud in the swamp to a boil. Many innocent magical creatures were affected, either torn apart by Morak's fierce force or boiled alive. This made it impossible for lower-level magical creatures to enter the battlefield, and even ordinary high-level magical creatures couldn't withstand the impact of such ferocity, let alone observe from a distance without being cooked alive. Morak's move seemed unintentional, but it was actually a tactic summarized from tens of millions of battles, cutting off the 18-armed giant beast's way to gather its minions and gang up, leaving the 18-armed giant beast in an isolated and helpless situation.

  The eighteen-armed giant beast, also a high-ranking peak demon, was of the same rank as Morak, but in terms of close combat ability, it was far inferior and suffered heavy damage in an instant. However, being a demon that had almost undergone transformation, it had already mastered the ability to regenerate at super speed, and after a brief pause, its skeletal structure crackled, and a jet of polluted blood spurted out from the injured area, followed by the sound of "plop", as another arm grew back.

  Muddy giant arm! The eighteen-armed beast may not be able to match Morak in close combat, nor can it defeat this naturally ferocious beast. However, it is a genuine supernatural water attribute magic beast that can control the water element from birth. Having lived in this swamp for hundreds of years, it has further developed its internal abilities, allowing it to turn mud into its own use and derive even more powerful mud-based magic. Now, once launched, it's truly awe-inspiring, suddenly a giant claw made of mud, tens of meters wide, appears out of thin air and strikes Morak with a loud crash! The momentum is comparable to the gray plane that crashed into the World Trade Center years ago! Moreover, this is not even its main attack. This magic beast has lived for hundreds of years, and in terms of intelligence, it's more cunning than ordinary humans. Half a day has passed since the battle began, how could it only come up with something like this? This is just an overture, a prelude to sounding its own counterattack horn!

  But can Morak be drawn by it? If even this level of sneak attack can't be dodged, then all those eyes are truly useless. Morak raised its head, and the thousands of giant eyes rolled in unison, bursting out a wave-like fluctuation that seemed to have substance. The air seemed to have countless people scratching their fingernails on glass, producing that teeth-aching sound.

  Morak's close combat ability is comparable to that of a giant dragon, and the magical light released from its thousands of evil eyes is comparable to high-level fire magic. But these are not its strongest skills. Don't forget, when Morak first appeared, it used its mental roar to heavily injure the Barbarian and Liu Ting. Although it only showed off a fraction of its power, it proved that it was a rare spiritual system magical beast.

  The spiritual system allows it to peek into the spiritual world of other creatures, listen to their heart's voice, and even manipulate the souls of others. Every move is imbued with immense power. This airborne dragon, despite its mixed bloodline, somehow inherited the ability of the spiritual system, although only a hint of it was discovered by Tartar and forcibly trained into Morak's killer move. As a result, this precious airborne dragon has a disordered spirit, with a clear violent tendency, which in the human world would be called a neurological disorder.

  The words returned to normal, but Morak's wave was aimed at the Eighteen-Armed Giant Beast, instantly disrupting its thoughts. The Eighteen-Armed Giant Beast's consciousness had a slight pause, and in that moment of distraction, the giant beast claw it had condensed suddenly collapsed, turning back into a puddle of mud and falling down. Immediately after, the Eighteen-Armed Giant Beast secretly launched an attack, and the magical trap hidden deep within the muddy depths also vanished into thin air at this moment, completely disappearing without a trace. In other words, its carefully laid-out trump card was broken in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

  A pained howl, the eighteen-armed giant's soul was also attacked and it was no longer Morak's probing but a 100% violent assault. This destructive power burst out, its ferocity surpassing even directly throwing an explosive into one's body and detonating it. It almost instantly injured the eighteen-armed giant that had concentrated its magic, leaving it with wounds that could not be recovered from in a short period of time.

  I didn't expect Morak to be so terrified of this eighteen-armed giant, deeply aware that if he lost his grip for a moment, he would no longer be able to resist Gomora, and even if he continued to fight, the outcome would only be death. So it quickly retreated into the mud, preparing to become a turtle with its head shrunk in. Unexpectedly, Morak was extremely ferocious, not giving up on his pursuit of it at all, and just as it was about to escape from his control, the light from thousands of evil eyes suddenly converged, bursting out a massive golden beam of light, like a divine sword opening up the sky and earth, exploding with intense dazzling brilliance!

  This beam of light traverses the sky, breaking through the thick mud, and strikes down with a majestic and powerful momentum. Wherever the light pillar reaches, the water vapor instantly evaporates, the mud and sand melt like ice and snow, as if the earth has been penetrated, no matter how thick the mud is, accumulated for thousands of years, all turned into powder by the high temperature of this beam of light at this moment.

  The eighteen-armed giant, whose spirit was severely damaged, could not gather even a bit of elemental power for a short time and was unable to resist. It let out an extremely frightened cry, as if it was begging pitifully, but was still swept away by Morak's unmatched might. More than half of its body carbonized in an instant, then burst into a pile of flying ash!

  The eighteen-armed giant beast was, after all, a high-ranking peak demon beast, and its vitality was not something that ordinary high-ranking demon beasts could compare to. Even though it had suffered such severe injuries, it still hadn't died. The carbonized parts of its body actually grew new flesh again after a while, but in the end, it wasn't a super demon beast that could shed its physical body, and this was already its limit. Although it seemed like it was recovering, in reality, it was also rapidly consuming its own vitality. In the end, it couldn't escape its inevitable demise.

  "Trash. How can you compare with my Moraque? I'll kill you, this piece of garbage." Tatal said coldly.

  Morak bit down on the eighteen-armed giant beast's body, its massive head shook violently, and suddenly threw this dying magical creature into the high air, itself also flapping its wings and flew out. Right before everyone's eyes, a thrilling scene of life and death was performed. It was many times more exciting than when Old Liu used to watch Animal World.

  Tatal sneered and turned his gaze towards the High Priest, who was also paying attention to this battle, saying: "Teacher. How's the aerial dragon I've cultivated?"

  "It's indeed powerful! But I can sense its confusion and pain. Its self is being consumed, and it won't be long before it loses itself completely." The High Priest's expression turned serious, his brow furrowed as he said: "I don't know what method you used to cultivate this aerial dragon into this state, but I suspect that the two dual-legged flying dragons and the deep hole dwelling beast from last time were also your handiwork. What you're doing isn't cultivating magical beasts, it's erasing their selves, turning them into soulless killing machines."

  "To hell with self!" Tatal sneered, "If the Barbarian Empire had used my method to cultivate war weapons back then, they would have gotten a hundred years' worth of returns in just a few decades. These war weapons wouldn't feel pain, wouldn't get tired, and wouldn't fear death - they'd only follow your orders, completely obedient to you. Where's the need for painstakingly raising and cultivating them, let alone wasting time on spiritual communication? If the Barbarian Empire had just a thousand of these high-level war weapons back then, they wouldn't have been defeated so miserably by the Twelve Kingdoms Alliance and Slavia, and ultimately lost their country!"

  "This is a blasphemy to our faith! A blasphemy to our ancestors!" The high priest's face turned red with rage, pointing at Tatar and said: "You, I never thought you would become like this!"

  "I've become like this, all thanks to you!" Tata retorted. His pair of snake-like eyes scanned over and suddenly fixed on Old Liu, who was standing guard beside the High Priest with a concentrated expression, and laughed: "Teacher, is this the insect god that you've been searching for so hard? Haha, it's indeed very remarkable, possessing abilities from all three systems. You're thinking of using it to turn the tide for the Barbarian Empire, aren't you? What a great loyal subject you are! After thirty years, you still care about that incompetent empire. Unfortunately, do you think this thing can really achieve greatness? Relying on him is no different from relying on me! Relying on my war machines!"

  It's not hard to hear the expectation in Tatal's arrogant words for his own warcraft, which is also easy to understand. For ordinary demons, it's extremely difficult to evolve from a high-level demon to a transcendent being, and most of them can only stay at the peak of their high-level form for their entire lives, unable to complete that transformation even in death. They are far inferior to human strongmen. However, if we really compare, neither demons nor humans can be compared to the divine descendants with godly bloodlines. They are born kings and queens, almost without needing to make any effort, and will naturally become beings of that level as they grow up. They even have the qualifications to inherit their parents' divine thrones and become gods with supreme power. Just like the aerial dragon in front of us, or the well-known giant dragons, Bimon, and Titans. In fact, they are the true rulers of this sky. In terms of potential alone, Old Liu, who has the qualifications but hasn't been refined yet, can't be compared to those who are already as valuable as a beautiful jade. He can only stand aside.

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