CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 445: ABSOLUTE SHADOW

In the sprawling depths of a factory on the outskirts, kilometers away from the city center, Wilson stands on the top platform, looking down at the men and women below who are wailing and struggling.

Each of them carries at least a few human lives on their shoulders, some even that of their closest kin. These people have long extinguished their humanity; for money, they will do almost anything.

Hiss~

Wilson takes a deep inhalation with closed eyes, and then slowly opens them, reflecting not individual figures but writhing, steaming black mist.

"Sir, all the people on the list have been captured."

A robust and burly man walks up to Wilson and reports in a low voice.

"Hmm."

Wilson maintains a forward-leaning posture, nodding with a smile.

"The sin of greed, my Lord will like these human sacrifices..."

But at that moment, Wilson’s smile stiffens slightly as he suddenly looks towards the city center, his gaze piercing through space and matter to see a familiar figure roaring in anger.

"The Lord cannot wait any longer!"

Wilson turns and looks at the crowd below, his pupils surging with a tide of black light, instantly engulfing the entire factory.

As if sensing something, the believers behind him kneel on the ground, chanting prayers with feverish excitement.

"Through me, enter the city of endless pain."

"Through me, enter the pit of eternal misery."

"Through me, enter the crowd of no return."

...

The evil, distant echo resonates in the empty factory, the original chorus of a dozen people overlapping and multiplying until it transforms into a deafening, insane howl as if millions were screaming hysterically.

And on the platform, Wilson stands proudly, raising a hand to grab the air.

In an instant, the power of the spirit twists reality, as if invisible hands lift the people below, twisting them like wringing out a towel.

Crack, crack~

The creepy sound of bones breaking, accompanied by the piercing wails of those at death’s door, echoes throughout the factory, as if hell has descended upon the world.

But outside the room, a barrier muffles sound and aura, creating an aura of peace and quiet, as if time itself was still.

An enormous amount of blood mixed with Source Quality is squeezed out, converging like a funnel and purified through an unspeakable authority, solidifying into beautiful gold coins twisted by greed.

Gazing at the small gold mountain floating atop the Corpse Pyramid, Wilson devoutly lowers his head.

"Heart of greed, devoted to my Lord!"

And at the other end of the city, Zhu Haomiao pauses, his body emitting high-temperature red light and bluish smoke, as he gazes from afar at Amon standing in the void.

"What? Have you given up struggling?"

A lofty, handsome youth lifts his scepter, like a deity judging all beings, his sharp eyes indifferent and devoid of emotion.

"Heh..."

Zhu Haomiao straightens his back, taking a deep, slow breath.

Activating the Original Sin Authority, extracting the sacrifice of the believers from a distance, Zhu Haomiao’s eyes flicker with golden light, and the realm of Gale Force begins to soar at an incredible speed.

[Gale Force]: LV.3→LV.6 (Perfect)

[Dexterity]+76 (38×200%)

[God]+22

[Qi]+18

[Spiritual Rhinoceros]→[Absolute Shadow]

The immense attributes settle into the depths of his spirit and body, and are then monetized by the greed coin until the material nutrition in the void stomach is completely exhausted. Only then does Zhu Haomiao let out a long, serene breath.

Gazing upon the words [Absolute Shadow], Zhu Haomiao instinctively understands its meaning.

It is the advanced authority of [Spiritual Rhinoceros], a more powerful mysterious mythic force!

Softly moving his limbs, Zhu Haomiao looks up at Amon standing in the void, his lips curling into a sinister smile.

"I’m waiting for the transfer, what are you waiting for? Waiting to die?"

On the other side, Amon gently raises his scepter, pointing it remotely at the young man in black, coldly whispering.

"Stubborn."

Boom!

A destructive golden pillar of light pierces through heaven and earth, swallowing the young man in black on the ground in an instant.

Yet Amon’s pupils constrict as he senses a near-approaching, icy killing intent for the first time.

Clang!

He swings out his scepter to block the heavy, sharp Eight-sided Han Sword, but the brutal force contained within the sword strikes down together with the scepter, tearing a deep, bleeding groove into Amon’s body.

Buzz~

The pale-gold Blood Pearl on the sword tip is absorbed and devoured instantly, as the evil twisted authority traces back along the line of cause and effect, stealing force from the conceptual layer to augment Zhu Haomiao.

[Qi]+10

With one strike, surging energy is injected from nowhere into his body, and Zhu Haomiao’s eyes shine brilliantly like he’s on adrenaline, launching a ferocious assault like a storm.

The sudden outburst leaves Amon overwhelmed, and he tries multiple times to distance himself only to find his once-reliable Divine Authority no longer effective.

The enemy’s speed and reaction even surpass his own space-time traversal, and every blink is followed by the bone-attached sword tip at his back, leaving no room for reprieve.

A suffocating sense of oppression engulfs his spirit, and within mere minutes, Amon has gained hundreds of shallow and deep sword scars on his body.

While none are fatal, together they seem designed to execute him by a thousand cuts, leaving him covered in blood and flesh.

Though the material-layer wounds are a minor issue, what’s most excruciating is the peculiar authority attached to the enemy’s sword tip, continually siphoning his power to enhance his opponent.

This give-and-take completely collapses the advantageous situation he once held.

"What evil force dares to steal the authority of the God!"

Murmuring in a low voice, Amon’s pupils shrink as his body swells, his once handsome and profound features contorting and deforming, transforming into a majestic image over three meters tall, with an eagle head and human body, holding a scepter.

Witnessing the enemy show his true form, the scarlet divine light in Zhu Haomiao’s eyes burns more fiercely as he charges forward with a hunter’s excitement.

"Roar!"

A thirsty, violent roar erupts in the air as inconspicuous dragon-snake patterns animate and writhe, materializing into eight colossal pythons emerging from the youth’s back, lunging at Amon like wings.

The sharp eagle eyes subtly move, and Amon’s right eye blossoms with a brilliant golden sun, as terrifying Divine Power pools and compresses in his eye like ripples played in reverse, forming a tangible pure gold singularity.

Buzz~

Energy compressed to the limit explosively releases, forming a hair-thin gold line that instantly targets Zhu Haomiao’s chest.

With a sting between his brows, Zhu Haomiao’s combat instinct prophetically raises his treasure sword to intercept the lethal strike precisely.

Boom!

The next second, highly compressed Power of Destruction gushes forth, the once-hair-thin gold line expanding into a resplendent sun, as if a solid gold pillar, pressing Zhu Haomiao into the ground.