infodatos Chapter 286 Golden Dragon Scissors, Banishing the Death Curse
Chapter 286 Golden Dragon Scissors, Banishing the Death Curse
Chapter 286 Golden Dragon Scissors, Banishing the Death Curse
The Lord of the Death Curse, or rather, the embodiment of the Death Curse, was not surprised that he could hear Mordi's voice even from thousands of miles away.
He was surprised by something else.
"Do you know who I am?"
The feeling of being watched surged from the depths of his soul, and the Death Curse incarnate was startled, spitting out a sticky substance that made his skin appear even paler.
He couldn't understand how such a powerful figure could emerge from a remote world, not only able to rival his avatar but also possessing some kind of prophetic ability, able to see through his true identity at a glance.
"No, there's another possibility," the Death Curse avatar said coldly, "You're not a native of this remote world; you come from another place."
In his understanding, only high-energy worlds can breed strong individuals, and this world, compared to the Forgotten Realm and Itnity, is not high-energy and could not possibly produce such strong individuals.
His voice also traveled thousands of miles away, reaching Modi's ears.
To this, Modi simply grinned and waved his sword at him from afar.
The two swords struck empty air, but the two points of cold light on the blades followed the energy, traversing thousands of miles, and were reflected in the retina of the Death Curse incarnation.
The sword light stung his eyes, and the Mind Flayer's milky white eyes instantly turned purple. In the flowing tears of blood, spiritual energy shone brightly, attempting to cover up the two points of sword light.
But it was no use; the sword light transformed into two ferocious dragons, stirring up towering waves.
The giant waves shattered the psionic tides, and the two evil dragons, one blue and one white, lurked behind the scenes, stirring up trouble and evolving into an ocean of light.
An ocean of light, surging with destructive energy, engulfed the avatar of the Death Curse, instantly evaporating a large amount of matter around him and turning it into part of the ocean of light.
Being inside, the Death Curse's avatar's expression changed drastically. Every moment, it endured temperatures high enough to evaporate everything, as if it had been thrown into the interior of a star, personally experiencing its boundless power.
"Light? So you're a remnant of the Court of Eternal Day!"
The Death Curse Avatar has come to a realization, and the two sword lights can be transformed into an ocean of light. Such superb light skills suggest that his enemies are probably related to the remnants of the God of Light.
Worse still, this person might also be connected to the Candlelight, sent by his three immortal enemies to obstruct him.
"What's your relationship with Candlelight?!"
A deep purple psionic mist surged from the pores of the skin, swallowing up all the surrounding light, as if it had sucked them into another dimension.
A more accurate description would be that another dimension was pulled up, swallowing a portion of the Ocean of Light and expanding outwards.
"A candlelight vigil?" Mordy raised a hand and made a grasping motion toward the ocean of light beyond his sight. Instantly, the ocean of light exploded into a series of nuclear fireballs.
"I do have connections with them... a cooperative relationship, you should understand."
He smiled nonchalantly, gave a somewhat vague answer, and then turned to observe the dimension that had been pulled up, his expression grave.
"That dimension... a pure psionic dimension?"
If his perception was not significantly flawed, then he could be certain that everything in that dimension was composed of pure psychic energy.
Whether it's a grain of sand, a blade of grass, a tree, or dust and mist in the air, they are all creations of spiritual energy, physical substances transformed from spiritual energy.
The Death Curse avatar pulled over only a tiny corner of that dimension. In fact, it didn't even pull it over; rather, it used some kind of sacrificial method to attract that dimension.
The offering was very likely his incarnation.
A large amount of misty psionic energy poured into his body, causing his mind flayer body to swell up like a balloon, his skin and flesh to tear apart.
On the verge of collapse, purple light burst forth from the wound.
In the end, his entire body dissolved into the psionic dimension, with only his consciousness remaining independent, wielding immense psionic energy to attack the evil dragon in the sea of light.
A spiritual blade materialized and slashed down with a deafening roar, splitting the vast sea of light in two. One half was controlled by the azure-white evil dragon, while the other half was swallowed up by the spiritual energy dimension.
"This is a strange dimension that I stumbled upon in the vast void. Several demon gods reside there, and I encountered one of them."
The avatar of the Death Curse spoke in a deep voice, and psionic energy rippled through the sea of light.
"I made a pact with him, and he gave me knowledge, and endless whispers that could drive a person mad... By the way, that dimension is called the Void Realm."
The moment the words "virtual realm" were uttered, the spiritual energy dimension surged, as if a taboo had been touched.
Modi frowned, feeling a bit strained as he maintained the sea of light.
Without hesitation, he flashed several times and leaped to the sea of light a thousand miles away, confronting the psionic entity formed by the convergence of light and psionic energy across the dividing line.
His eyes flashed with a cold light; he dared not be careless, especially when he heard the term "virtual realm."
The Void Realm is a terrifying dimension. Even high-ranking immortals like them would encounter all sorts of terrible things if they stepped into it.
Rumors say that multiple demon gods reside in that dimension, and the collision and convergence of their different powers and domains created that terrifying dimension.
The words of the Death Curse Monarch confirmed the rumor. Worse still, the Death Curse Monarch seemed to be the spokesperson of that demon god and might possess a demon artifact.
"It's a pity I didn't bring my demon artifact, otherwise I would have given him a couple of axe blows."
Modi recalled the demonic artifact he had suppressed in the sea of blood. He rarely used it anymore, in order to reduce his entanglement with the demon god, the Deathbird, so as not to be affected by Him when he ascended to immortality in the future.
On second thought, if the Lord of Death Curse shared the same idea, he probably wouldn't use the demonic artifacts so casually, unless he wanted to give up independence and become a lackey of the demon god.
Given his pride as the number one person below the seven immortals in the Forgotten Realm, he probably wouldn't bring out a demonic artifact for an avatar. Thinking of this, Mo Di relaxed a lot.
But even if you relax, you still have to get through this match first.
The Death Curse avatar unleashed a psionic storm out of thin air, with streaks of lightning flashing through the clouds, creating an apocalyptic atmosphere before colliding violently with the sea of light.
The ocean of light was in constant turmoil, exploding into nuclear fireballs that radiated intense light. Under the cover of the light barrier, the blue-white evil dragon charged toward the incarnation of the Death Curse in the eye of the storm.
The two sides fought continuously, and the innocent planets on the battlefield suffered terribly. Earthquakes were constant, lava surged, tsunamis swept towards the land, and storms from all over the world covered almost half of the planet's surface.
Pandora, far away in paradise, was filled with worry. She tried to observe the battlefield situation through satellites and various high-tech sensors, but all her efforts were in vain.
Both the ocean of light and the illusory storm were beyond her observation range, and she had no way of observing the specific situation.
"There are always people more capable than us, and there are always higher levels of understanding. With my current level of technology, I am simply not capable of protecting the humans in this paradise."
She gazed at the starry sky, a hint of restlessness appearing on her delicate face.
Beyond the reach of sight, a mothership hovered silently, its main cannon already aimed at the planet's surface, where the sea of light and the void met.
She was waiting, waiting for a signal, though she would rather not receive a signal that meant failure.
"Warning: A massive tsunami has been detected approaching and will arrive in Paradise in one hour."
The tsunami warning system issued an urgent alarm, followed by earthquake and storm warning systems.
None of these were problems for Pandora; what worried her most was the aftershocks of the battlefield.
Although Paradise is far from the battlefield, it will still be affected by the aftershocks. The special fluctuation mixed with high entropy energy is rapidly approaching Paradise.
It was an echo born from the combined power of two different forces, something she could hardly comprehend.
Pandora had no choice but to prioritize dealing with the aftermath to prevent irreversible damage to Paradise.
Besides her, another group of people were also affected.
They are corpse variants, and the retinue of the Death Curse.
As the high-entropy fluctuations swept by, one by one, the Death Curse's minions fell to the ground, their corpses turning to ashes.
The Nautilus airship maintained its magical shield, but it was still teetering on the brink of collapse in this energy storm, and the shield was dimming at a visible speed.
Within minutes, the airships that hadn't had time to evacuate followed in the footsteps of the ground troops, being broken down into countless particles by high-entropy fluctuations.
The Gate of Oblivion collapsed with a roar, severing the last path to survival for the Death Curse's retinue.
The necromancy is in the same situation as them, mostly exposed to energy storms and decomposed by high-entropy fluctuations.
Only a small number managed to hide inside the sandworm and follow it underground, thus escaping disaster.
After the Gates of Oblivion collapsed, the surface, shrouded in an energy storm, was left with only divine seals emitting a red glow in the storm, which could barely serve as landmarks.
Thanks to their special properties, they were not decomposed immediately like other things. Nevertheless, many divine seals visibly withered away.
The divine seal signals are decreasing one by one.
At the heart of the battlefield, above the sea of light, Modi sensed this change, but he had no time to pay attention to it.
He had to admit that the Death Curse Monarch was indeed the Forgotten Monarch in the Forgotten Realm who was closest to immortality. Even though it was just an avatar, it still had some skill.
Opposite him, the incarnation of the Death Curse felt the same way.
"As expected of the remnants of the God of Light with their profound foundation, even after lying dormant for so long, they still possess this level of power."
Thinking this, the two of them suddenly sharpened their gazes. "But unfortunately, you've run into me."
Whispers arose, and even within the high-entropy environment of the Sea of Light, these highly polluting sounds echoed.
The Death Curse avatar remained expressionless, pulled out a scroll from somewhere, and suddenly tore it open, unleashing a beam of green light.
"Even if he doesn't die after being hit by my death curse, he will never be able to fight me again."
Outside the illusory storm, the azure-white evil dragon groaned and suddenly accelerated toward the eye of the storm, letting the gale cut wounds across its body.
The two evil dragons intertwined, their bodies emitting golden light. They resembled scissors with wide-open blades, or a giant dragon opening its mouth to bite down fiercely at the eye of the storm.
"If he takes this Golden Dragon Scissors, he'll lose at least half his life."
With their own thoughts in mind, the two watched helplessly as the Green Light Death Curse and the Golden Dragon Scissors brushed past each other, both stunned for a moment.
In an instant, a sense of crisis exploded in their hearts. They disregarded everything else and used their own methods to try to stop the other party's actions.
Modi's heart pounded like a drum, and his eyes flashed with all the things that would happen in the next breath.
That beam of green light was bound to strike his body; there was no way to avoid it. The incarnation of the Death Curse had clearly used some kind of prophetic means to first determine the outcome of his being struck, and then to obtain the cause of the process.
Therefore, he could only try to reduce the power of the green light.
In the blink of an eye, Modi saw himself after being hit by the green light, first torn to pieces, and then his body parts were completely decomposed at the atomic level by a force.
This is a fate that even the most skilled assembly techniques couldn't salvage.
"I wonder if if I were to ask the Isis Corpse-Piecing Cult, they could piece together my remaining atomized self." This thought popped into his head for no reason, and as the thought crossed his mind, crimson death spots appeared in his eyes.
Although the Death Curse Avatar in this state is so powerful that it's difficult for him to launch a fatal attack, it should still be feasible if he targets that beam of green light instead.
In the blink of an eye, Modi detected the target's dead spot and transferred it to his own hands.
A ray of light transformed into the sharpest blade, and with a gentle swing, shattered that dead spot.
"It's a success." Mo Di's eyes flickered, and he noticed that the green light had dimmed considerably.
In the blink of an eye, the green light entered his body without any doubt, and a tearing pain came from the part that was hit, and then spread to all parts of his body.
"Hiss!"
He couldn't help but gasp, desperately absorbing energy from the high-entropy ocean of light to suppress his injuries.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the golden dragon scissors transformed from the blue and white evil dragon bit down, easily cutting through the gale barriers along the way, and cleaving the psionic storm in two with the eye of the storm as the center.
The one cut in half also included the incarnation of the Death Curse.
"How...is this possible?"
The Death Curse's incarnation's pupils trembled, but the two evil dragons did not let him go.
The moment the two dragons merged, they transformed back into two streaks of blue and white sword light, which circled his spiritual body before flying back to Modi's side.
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"The Death Curse Avatar fell silent. He glanced at Modi in front of him and saw that he had already suppressed the Death Curse. His heart sank immediately."
His psionic body collapsed, the storm gradually dissipated, he gave Mordy a deep look, and finally uttered a harsh word.
"I'll remember you, remnant of the God of Light... You'd better pray you never run into me again."
Then you're probably going to be disappointed.
Modi thought to himself that he had a premonition that he might encounter the Lord of the Death Curse again in the not-too-distant future, on Itnity.
The avatar of the Death Curse was completely banished from this realm, and the illusory realm slowly receded, leaving only a lingering mist of spiritual energy. Even this remnant became increasingly dim under the wash of the sea of light.
Before long, the traces left by one side in a conflict will be completely covered up by the other side.
On the ocean of light, the two sword energies transformed back into twin swords, which obediently flew into Modi's sleeve.
"Phew, finally dead. Tsk, I didn't get any benefits this time, and I fought for nothing."
While he was recovering the Sea of Light, he was also thinking about something else.
"The Death Curse Monarch is still locked in a standoff with the three ancient immortals, so why would he risk diminishing his power by sending an avatar here?"
He knew that the Death Curse's retinue was looking for something, but the description was too abstract, and even he didn't know how to find it.
Even the Lord of Death Curse himself came here, which undoubtedly shows how important that thing was to him.
"Dead light... Looks like I need to go look for it too."
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