Chapter 268 - Vulcan Trounced, Emperor Might Defeated
Chapter 268: Vulcan Trounced, Emperor Might Defeated
Hearing the One-Armed Elder’s words, Vulcan found it a little absurd.
Others were already calling him “Vulcan,” the name of a fire god, though he was unlike the folks who called themselves gods. They were venerated and worshipped by mortals day and night.
Nevertheless, he had created the Vulcan Arcana Combine and led hundreds of thousands of people, with countless of them admiring and worshipping him.
It could be said that since his rise, no one had been discourteous and disrespectful toward him. No one dared to speak to him in such a tone.
As for canonizing him?
Instead of feeling honored, Vulcan felt ridiculous and humiliated.
They were but just ancient Arcanists who were born hundreds of thousands of years earlier, it was because of the limitations of ancient minds that they were placed upon the altar and worshipped as gods, and in the end… they really took themselves for one?
“Old man!”
Vulcan suppressed the raging flames of fury in his heart as he growled. “I’ll admit that you are strong, but Earth is no longer a place where you can do as you please! If you know better, then you should return to where you came from!”
“Insolent!”
“Brazen!”
“Blasphemer! You dare spout lies about the Lord Patriarch!”
As soon as Vulcan said that, before the One-Armed Elder said anything, the five that were burned by him earlier on all lashed out in unison.
Each and every one of them stared at Vulcan furiously. The gaze was as if they were looking at someone who had just cuckolded them, and wishing they could tear him apart alive.
“Lowly blasphemer, standing before you now is the greatest Lord Patriarch of the Celtic pantheon, mind your tone and attitude!”
The woman in gold bra stared coldly at Vulcan. “Others, we will not mind invoking divine punishment to kill a blasphemous sinner like you!”
“Kill me? With you losers?”
Vulcan wore a sarcastic look on his face. “If it weren’t for that old man intervening in time, all of you would have been burned to crisp. What right do you have barking here?”
“You…”
The five of them were furious.
“Stand back, all of you.”
The One-Armed Elder raised the staff in his hand.
“Yes, Lord Patriarch.”
The five glared at Vulcan and stepped back unwillingly.
“Little one, I can understand that a youngling is impetuous.”
The One-Armed Elder looked at Vulcan and said softly. “But my patience is limited, I hope you can grasp this final chance, and not disappoint me.”
“Sorry, I’m destined to disappoint you.”
Vulcan smirked disdainfully. “I’m Vulcan back on Earth, and there’s no need for you to grant me that title. Besides, you don’t have what it takes to do that.”
“Insolence!”
The One-Armed Elder’s expression gradually became indifferent.
Immediately after, he waved the staff in his hand, and it instantly grew in the blink of an eye, transforming into an incredibly stout staff that pierced the heaven as he stabbed it at Vulcan.
“This blow can hurt me badly.”
Vulcan immediately pulled back, and yet the giant staff’s speed was beyond his imagination, as it caught up to him with a speed far beyond his, and was before him in a blink of an eye.
Vulcan was shocked as he saw this. He could feel the terrifying destructive power of the staff, and if he was struck by it, he could very well die.
Vooosh!
At this critical moment, the void before him suddenly tore open as a stout figure wearing a black tracksuit darted out of it. It was Emperor Might.
“Brother Might!”
Upon seeing this, Vulcan was elated.
“Yeah.”
Emperor Might nodded slightly, as the muscles on his right arm bulged. Then, he struck his fist toward the oncoming giant staff.
Krak!!
Following a loud bang, the void shattered into a paste as the staff’s momentum paused for a moment, before continuing on.
Emperor Might was slightly surprised and transformed without hesitation. His clothes tore inch by inch as his entire person underwent a dramatic change.
With a bizarre ring, a thick layer of golden carapace quickly crawled through every part of Emperor Might’s body like armor.
Two golden feelers appeared on his forehead as a thick bone spear protruding out from his back, and bone blades appeared in key areas of his body like his wrists, elbows, and knees…
In a flash, Emperor Might had become a human-shaped golden ant, and this was Emperor Might’s most powerful trump card, the Pangu God Ant Form.
Emperor Might stood in the air as his eyes glowed with cold light. His body radiated an unparalleled aura as if he was a veritable mountain.
He then lashed out another fist at the staff.
Krash!!
The golden fist and the staff collided, and following a terrifying thunderclap, an area of ten square kilometers turned into a black hole.
The raging wind and ravaging dimensional turbulence spread out from the black hole as if it was a gaping maw of a monster that wanted to devour everything.
“How can it be?”
The brawny man in silver armor and his compatriots exclaimed with a look of disbelief in their eyes.
It turned out that with Emperor Might’s fist, the imposing staff shattered inch by inch, just like how Lord Xukong’s blade shattered as it stabbed into Sun Wukong’s body.
“That person… he actually destroyed the Lord Patriarch’s artifact!”
The five were horrified, and could not believe their eyes.
The staff was the Lord Patriarch’s personal weapon, and it was the Celtic pantheon’s most powerful artifact. For thousands of years, countless heretics, monsters, and dark gods had fallen thanks to it.
The staff… was synonymous with being indestructible!
Yet, it had been shattered by a single strike from Emperor Might. The scene almost subverted what the five had known thus far. A Lord Patriarch Artifact… could also be destroyed?
“Has this person also reached the level of the Primary Deity?”
The one-armed old man did not panic. He knew that although the wooden staff was powerful, it was still only a weapon after all.
Once a person’s strength had reached a certain level, they could destroy the staff. What was really surprising was the strength that Emperor Might had showcased.
“Go back to where you came from, you are not welcomed on Earth!”
Emperor Might’s voice was cold as his golden eyes stared coldly at the One-Armed Elder, the bone spurs and bone blades on his body gleamed with cold light.
“Time has changed indeed.”
The One-Armed Elder smiled slightly. “I never thought during the years after the gods had left, the Realm Under had given birth to beings like you, and this is really beyond my expectation! However, even if you have reached the level of a Primary Deity, you are only a newly minted one.”
The One-Armed Elder suddenly radiated a terrifying wave, and under the effect of this wave, the surrounding void vibrated slightly.
Immediately after, the vibration began to spread, going from a radius of one kilometer to five, to ten, to twenty…
A moment later, a radius of fifty kilometers began to vibrate as well.
Under this terrifying vibration, all of the animals and vegetation in the area were bizarrely shattered.
At the same time, Emperor Might felt a strange wave was acting on him, as his body also started to vibrate.
His muscles began to vibrate.
Then his bones began to vibrate.
And his organs too began to vibrate.
Everything started to vibrate.
The One-Armed Elder said in a clear voice, “I will let you know today that there is also a huge gulf between Primary Deities!”
The next moment, he suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared again, he was already in front of Emperor Might as he lashed a fist out at Emperor Might’s chest.
The fist was unremarkable, with neither the terrifying power that Emperor Might had unleashed nor the devastating aura that came when Vulcan launched his attack.
It was just an ordinary punch.
Yet, when this punch struck Emperor Might’s chest, his body shuddered and spat out blood from his mouth as he was sent flying backward.
“Brother Might!”
Vulcan was shocked, and immediately darted over, yet at this very moment, Vulcan was horrified to find that…
Under the vibrations around him, he had unexpectedly lost control of his body. A movement that was usually very simple was not extremely difficult to pull off.
He… had totally lost control of his own body!
“Damn it! How could this be?”
Vulcan was shocked. It had been thirty-odd years since his rise, and he had encountered countless powerful enemies, yet none had been as strange as this.
Vibration?
Taking away control of his body?
How was that possible?
The One-Armed Elder ignored Vulcan as he walked toward Emperor Might step by step.
His speed was slow, yet as if Blinking, he came before Emperor Might in just a few steps.
“If I’m not wrong, you are probably the strongest person in the Realm Under?”
The One-Armed Elder looked at Emperor Might with a faint smile. “As long as I kill you, the stumbling block for the return of the gods shall be cleared.”
“Heh, you are dreaming!”
Emperor Might spat out a mouthful of blood, his face looked weak, but his eyes was still extremely sharp. “You are nothing but the dust of ages long past, and you should just stay put where you are and die, instead of popping out to seek death!”
“Mortals may wither, but the gods are eternal!”
The One-Armed Elder smiled faintly and raised his fist to end Emperor Might, but at that moment, Emperor Might disappeared.
He had bizarrely disappeared without a sound!
“Hmmm?”
The One-Armed Elder frowned as he started to look around, the five others too were dumbstruck as they searched for Emperor Might.
“Where’s Brother Might?”
Vulcan was also surprised.
While everyone was dumbfounded, the void not too far away shuddered as several figures slowly emerged.
Seeing the few people, Vulcan was elated as he called out. “Ling Jiu!”
They were Ling Jiu and his family. Ling Jiu nodded at Vulcan and looked at Emperor Might. “Chairman, are you all right?”
“If you had been a step late, I probably wouldn’t still be alive.”
Emperor Might coughed out another mouthful of blood as he stared at the One-Armed Elder and spoke.
“This old man is strong, unfathomably strong. I suspect that he has already exceeded the realm of a stellar lifeform and is now a galactic lifeform.
“I could sense it.”
Ling Jiu nodded slightly, and a glint flashed past his eyes as he looked at the One-Armed Elder.
He was different compared to Emperor Might and the others. He had seen a galactic lifeform, and the aura unleashed by a galactic lifeform was a whole different level compared to a stellar lifeform.
The one-armed old man, while he was not as powerful as the galactic lifeform Direbeasts he had seen, his aura had faintly reached that level.
That was to say, even if he was not a galactic lifeform, he was not too far away from being one.
“Are these the ancient Arcanists?”
Yang Ling’er, Ling Xiaotong, and the others looked at the One-Armed Elder, as well as the others, with a look of curiosity and wariness in their eyes.
Be it the One-Armed Elder or the others, they were dressed up like ancient Europeans, and one could recognize them at a glance.
“So someone else has arrived!”
The One-Armed Elder smiled faintly. “However, it doesn’t matter anymore. No one can stop the gods from returning to the Realm Under.”
As he said that, he stepped forward, and reappeared before Emperor Might and Ling Jiu. Seeing this Vulcan immediately yelled, “Watch out!”
“Fall, mortal!”