Chapter 412: Celestia
Chapter 412: Celestia
"You might have heavenly Lightning! But do you think I am scared of you?!" Vespina pointed a slender, clawed finger at Barak, drastically reducing her tone to a fierce whisper, ensuring she did not disturb the Master deep within the crypt."Give it up, you are strong, but I don’t believe you can defeat me." Barak said, casually looking away from her, his youthful face masking the sheer, unyielding pride of a primordial lightning dragon.
"She can defeat you, Brother. Although you’re strong, you are still lacking in raw control." Damila said with a completely flat, analytical expression, only to immediately receive a harsh, golden glare from Barak.
"Hahaha! That’s my girl!! I will get you a full, high-grade cow after all this mess is settled!" Vespina yelled, feeling immense pleasure at having her seniority validated by the water dragon twin.
Meanwhile, trapped within the crushing embrace of the abyssal tentacles, the 5th and 11th Aeons looked desperately at one another. Their calculated invasion had devolved into a nightmare. One of them was a seasoned warrior, strong enough to take on a single Sovereign stage cultivator in a battle of attrition, but absolutely helpless against three of them simultaneously; while the other, the Cat Lady, couldn’t even break free from the passive restraint, let alone wage a proper fight.
The 5th Aeon turned his heavy gaze back toward the gaping maw of the Royal Tomb, his massive fists clenched so tightly his knuckles bled. The ancient, planetary treasure of the Joseon kings should have been his birthright to plunder, but now, some completely unknown, monstrous figure had somehow managed to get here first and claim its primordial power.
’I can’t let this go!! Mainly because I am the proud 5th Aeon! I can’t go down without a proper fight! Besides, with my secret arts, I can still effortlessly escape.’ He thought, his cold, calculating eyes shifting over to his companion, the Cat Lady.
’There is always room for others in the grand ranks of the Aeons; losing one minor piece makes absolutely no difference to the grand plan.’ He thought, seamlessly abandoning her behind to face the wrath of the Sovereigns alone.
’I have to do this right now!’ He thought, and with a sudden, violent flick of his fingers, a complex, red runic circle materialized out of his life essence, glowing with a forbidden blood-magic.
"Viribus meis, sanguine meo, te excio! Veni et pro me pugna."
[Translation: By my strength, by my blood, I Summon you! Come and fight for me!!]
BOOOOM!!!