NOVGO.NET Chapter 776 When Was It Ever Not Nine Lives Spent For One
Chapter 776: 776 When Was It Ever Not Nine Lives Spent For One
A god-seed, in a sense, is the gods’ own will made flesh.
A divine blessing is that will extended, shaping those who believe without cease.
“Holy crap, that is terrifying.”
Madman was stunned. After years of exploring Infinite Dimensions, items that boost Soul Seal mastery were not unheard of.
But a tenfold boost to Soul Seal mastery was unheard of.
No artifact could compare.
As for the Weep Blood buff, it was downright monstrous.
Against god-tier and Lower Gods it let you deal damage far beyond your panel. If you stacked it with Stewart’s curse buff…
It was irresistible.
Gods and demons could be slain.
Yes, there were side effects. Once you activated the buff, there was no way back.
But when a mortal stands before overwhelming gods, when has it ever not been nine lives spent for one chance to live.
“Chaos Iron Guard. I like the sound of that.”
Bradley lowered his eyes, then raised them slowly.
Lightning dragon armor wrapped around him. In the blue glow that rose from his skin, a dark red drake of light coiled his waist. He looked like a Weep Blood war god born to kill.
“Orson, you do have a conscience, giving the two of us special treatment. Bradley, time to hunt.”
Madman grinned, bloodthirsty. The chaos crown behind him fired a tight beam of light. His body seemed to melt, turning into a crimson wraith.
Critical strike.
Critical strike.
The wraith flickered. Targets froze for a heartbeat. Several wet sounds. Throats opened. One hit, one kill.
A dozen top-tier elites from other worlds dropped where they stood.
“Rob the realm.”
Madman’s eyes were cold. He sheathed his blade, spread his fingers, and repeated, “Rob the realm.”
Every corpse was stripped clean in an instant, leaving a field of aliens in their underwear.
“Cheater. He is cheating. He has no honor.”
Perched on the shoulder of the ultimate mech to provide support, Berenice jumped up and down, cursing Madman in a fury.
“I love it when Madman has no honor. Cut off their heads and squeeze out every drop of oil. Glory to Godslayer.”
On the other shoulder, SirLagsALot cackled, pulling out a golden loudspeaker to trash talk nonstop.
Boom.
A war beast slammed in.
Heartbroken Loli swung her divine axe. The blade buried deep in its skull, damage spiking high, but the impact still hurled her mech hundreds of meters.
“Quit arguing…”
Before she could finish, a god-tier starry sky dragon tore the void and struck from behind.
She twisted the mech with all her strength, clamping the dragon’s jaws. Heartbroken Loli grit her teeth. “Chew on this, beast.”
Mechanisms in both arms engaged. A honeycomb of launch tubes opened.
“No way…”
The god-tier rider of the space-aspected starry sky dragon froze. The ammo loaded inside the mech was over a dozen S-rank twin-element scrolls, ice and fire both.
Boom boom boom.
Dragon scales ripped. Flesh flew. The starry sky dragon howled.
“Bad luck. If he had cut the breath early he would be dead,” Heartbroken Loli muttered.
The dragon’s massive HP bar dropped by nearly half.
Fire and frost crawled over its body, locking it down and chewing through its life. It came within a hair of being executed.
“This is your fault. You distracted me.”
Heartbroken Loli glared at the pair. Seeing his wife blow up, SirLagsALot went pale and blurted, “My bad. I will stop messing around. I will focus on the stream.”
He ducked obediently into the cockpit.
Berenice said, “Yes, roast him. All he does is yap yap yap.”
Heartbroken Loli shot her a look. “You too. You gave me several E-rank wind spells in a row. Trying to give the enemy a cold.”
“Er… I am off today. Fine, fine, I will roll you a jackpot next time.”
This was not their first time teaming. Berenice knew better than to poke the loud human chick. Last time she nearly got spanked by the Godslayer mech.
“Despicable Earth scum. You dare harm my beast.”
The god-tier rider roared and forced his wounded dragon into the air.
His ten-meter golden lance leveled forward. An SS-level knight forbidden art shattered the void and plunged for the mech.
Heartbroken Loli’s face changed. The strike aimed straight for the fragile energy core below the cockpit. He had studied the Godslayer mech line.
He knew exactly where to hit.
“My dragon walks the starry sky.”
A deep dragon tongue rolled across the field. An aurora flashed.
Before the mech, a thousand-meter vortex split open.
From inside thrust a silver war halberd. Radiant light erupted, an SS-level knight art that swallowed the incoming strike head on.
“Earth’s silver dragon. You are Drunken Dream.”
The dragon knight gasped. His name was Pirio. He came from a world much like Earth’s Infinite Dimensions.
A world ruled by dragon knights. They had no gods, but Pirio and his starry sky dragon had once killed a divine weapon holder.
Given time, he might have become the first god.
Of the Silver Dragon King he had heard much.
But he had chosen the wrong patron at the worst time.
“You should die in this drunken dreamscape,” Drunken Dream sighed. White light drifted from him like fireflies.
“Denoka.”
He spoke the name softly.
“The king of the sky will gnaw your spine,” Denoka roared, jaws clamping down on the starry sky dragon’s wing.
No gifts. No breath. No tricks. Pure flesh and fury in a grapple to the death.
Dragon blood fountained. The starry sky dragon howled and snapped at Denoka’s throat.
Clang.
Physical damage reduced.
Shielded.
Healing aura.
Its fangs shattered. It dealt no damage and ate a massive counter.
“What monster is this…” Pirio was dumbstruck. He had never seen such a dragon.
The holy light dragonkin were known for space and light, a ranged caster among the four great dragon lines.
But years of war, and Aeloria’s deliberate suppression, had driven Denoka down a different road.
He abandoned most offense and stacked shields, heals, and reductions to madness.
He had become an immortal dragon, a super spell-tank.
Now, even Aeloria, whose power nearly touched a Lower God’s, could not guarantee she could crack that armor, let alone a space-type starry sky dragon who had seen nothing of the world.
“Rest.”
Drunken Dream’s single eye slid shut. The light around him brightened again, so intense no one could keep their eyes open.
Cold sweat ran down Pirio’s brow. He forced his eyes wide, trying to see.
But both friend and foe were blind. Only a blinding white remained. He could not follow Drunken Dream’s movements.
The war halberd pushed forward. Blood spat across Drunken Dream’s face. His expression did not change.
He cared nothing for who the enemy was, or what tier they reached.
Without Infinite Dimensions he would have been a blind man, and darkness and void are where the blind belong.
He would never have seen his lover’s face.
Then perhaps his heart would not have hurt forever.
“Divine domain.”
Drunken Dream whispered, then added, “Weep Blood.”
Dark red sigils unfurled along the halberd. A crimson crown appeared above his head.
At the same time the intricate forging on Pirio’s chest plate began to dissolve.
The white light brushed past. Every etched rune on the armor was erased, stripping it of awakenings and attributes.
That was his divine domain, Lilith’s Whisper.
Crack.
Critical strike.
Pirio stared in disbelief as his body came apart. He fell with his beast from the sky.
“Pirio… he was killed.”
“That was a true knight emperor.”
Otherworld elites blanched and cried out despite themselves.
“Trade my brothers’ lives for yours.”
Before the shock could settle, the ground split. A cannon-blast thunder rolled.
A humanoid behemoth slammed down into the enemy lines.
“More.”
In a frenzy of rage, a towering giant rose and strode toward the temple.
His hair had turned a strange blood-red. His muscles bulged to the point of violence. The killing intent rolling off him made hearts turn to ice.