Chapter 576: CXCIX. Fallen Heaven
Rough fingers brushed over the cold armor’s surface, the souls buried within its mottled palm lines seemed to awaken the murderous armor with the thoughts of a distant era’s owner.
"What is that sound!"
The adjutant suddenly felt a faint ringing in his ears, as if a momentary loss of consciousness was reconnected, perhaps just his illusion, like the wailing of a bottomless, deep pit that drew wind into a void, along with an invisible stream of air, pulling even the soul into its depths, into the dark place, from the precise joints of the armor,
"It’s the sound of the Netherworld. Have you ever heard of the Netherworld Stele? It was created by ancient emperors, killing so many that the Netherworld overflowed with souls, using it as a King’s Device to seal the souls of all gods and beings. And I once... seemed to have opened a trace of the Nether Gate within Aran’s realm, right within this... Ten Directions Great Destruction."
Zote donned the Arm Armor, the violent magic pattern circuits ignited like an engine, the sound of the Netherworld grew even clearer, like a winter howl, the invisible chill sent a shiver down the adjutant’s spine.
This long-lost strength...
He tried wielding the Nameless Giant Blade, a casual slash, the air-splitting sound so piercing as if the air currents dispersed on their own.
"The Pope’s directive is, at the latest by September 9th, that’s the absolute limit, the Dragon Corpse must be delivered to Aran Imperial City. Consider the transport time; after dismemberment, it’ll take at least three days to transport back to Mulong. As for the exact size of the Dragon’s Skull, if too large, it can’t reach the Imperial City in time, please inform the Pope, and finally... these forces are far from enough."
Zote knew well, this is an insurmountable gap between species, with a Flying Dragon’s wings flapping, how could he catch up, turning his gaze to the adjutant, then back at the three Evil Dragon Judges packing their gear.
The appearance of these three was far more humble than imagined, dressed only in cloth clothes, mouths twisted with peculiar black seals wrapped to the back of their heads.
Indicating these people had some higher insight.