Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 725: Chapter 332: Divinity Transformation Can Wait—Let’s Have Some Jianbing First_2

And fearless!

Even if fighting to the last soldier, they’ll roar as they swing their blades at the enemy.

This elite army, almost impossible to assemble on the Gods Continent, is commanded by a Law God Level mage with six Near-God level powerhouses as subordinates, coordinating with countless Truth Level and lower-tier warriors.

If this army truly existed, even a powerful race like the Dragons would pay a steep price to defeat them, inevitably suffering great losses.

Now, their opponent is just one man.

Lu Wenwu!

Standing tall amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he resembles a massive meat grinder.

No matter how powerful the enemy or terrifying the combination, they all end up the same before him.

Smashed to pieces by fists!

Lu Wenwu enjoys the thrill of such battles.

With full control over his body, he can clearly feel that this stage of battle is absolutely real.

He can distinctly sense his Blood Sea of Malice is slowly expanding.

Blood Evil Qi is accumulating, and killing intent is solidifying.

Now, he’s like a blade, sharpened evermore sharply by the endless grindstone!

The power of magic is truly miraculous.

This kind of idealistic power defies logic.

Lu Wenwu can’t help but lament to himself.

Unnoticed, two hundred thousand troops have been slaughtered by him alone.

Simultaneously facing seven Near-God powerhouses, along with a coordinated twenty thousand elite army, Lu Wenwu didn’t come away unscathed.

Now, he’s like a bloodied man, drenched in enemy blood, with several wounds healing on his body.

Because the Crimson Abyss is absent, Lu Wenwu’s recovery ability has declined, and his stamina isn’t as terrifying as it once was.

The Chaos Healing skill from Order Guardian·Chaotic Good is something he’s not quite used to yet.

What reappears before him is a full million troops.

Floating above this million army, the number of Near-God powerhouses has reached a terrifying count of fourteen!

Near-God powerhouses have formed combat groups, compensating for each other’s weaknesses, achieving an effect greater than the sum of their parts.

To Lu Wenwu’s surprise, the leader of this Transcendent army spoke this time!

The opponent appears to be a priest from some cult, with a dignified and solemn appearance.

“Heretic demon! You slaughter the living beings of the world; it is a grave sin! Submit quickly and face your execution!”

“Smart AI? Or a scripted cutscene?”

Lu Wenwu chuckled benevolently, taking a step forward, performing a space flash directly to the center of the army.

Two Iron Fists swung, with simultaneous releases of Military Killing Fist.

A terrifying aura akin to a nuclear blast rose within the military formation.

Blood Evil Qi pervaded, turning the entire space a bloody hue.

Such intense corrosive power is enough to overwhelm the psyche of a Truth Mage, causing them to collapse into a mindless, slaughter-driven Violent Puppet.

“Without killing, hatred is endless.”

“Without killing, strong and weak alike are indistinguishable.”

“Without killing, all sentient beings are cursed.”

“Without killing, illusions and void are empty.”

“Without killing, fear and rise-and-fall are unpredictable.”

“Without killing, youth is only transient.”

“Without killing, liberation is elusive.”

“Without killing, all actions become joyless.”

“All creatures born to nourish humanity, yet humans offer back nothing to heaven, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!”

Lu Wenwu sneered, swinging his fists, and the elite Transcendent army fell like harvested wheat, collapsing in formations.

At this moment, he seemed to be Black and White Impermanence reaping souls in bulk.

“Bold heretic, how dare you act recklessly!” the Near-God powerhouse commanding the army roared, “One who indulges in slaughter will inevitably bring disaster upon themselves! How dare you reason here!”

“Hmm? Can interact?” Lu Wenwu was initially stunned, then grew more excited, “Great, great, let’s see how you react to this!”

The Great Sun crossed the sky, its warm yet fiery Merit light almost covering every corner of the trial space.

The undead creatures and numerous dark summoned creatures within the army instantly released a large amount of black aura, collapsing and wailing, directly purified into nothingness.

“Namo Amitabha, Amitabha, Tathagata! Tathagata…”

Strong, powerful music mixed with the chanting sounds of the Cyber Rebirth Spell rang out.

At some unknown point, Lu Wenwu had already pulled out a speaker, carrying it on his back, chanting the Rebirth Spell while swinging his fists.

“Amitabha, Emperor Bijalan…”

With each chant, the power of the Merit Golden Sun on him grew stronger.

The sacred and solemn sensation was almost blinding, directly surpassing all undead creatures and dark attribute cultivators in the army!

“Namo Amitabha! Bho! Yah! Namo Amitabha! Bho!”

Lu Wenwu grew more and more enthusiastic as he chanted, continuously unleashing Great Sun Tyrant Fist.

As the Cyber Rebirth Spell reached its final verse, even those Near-God level Transcendents couldn’t withstand it, displaying a strangely peaceful and relieved expression.

Then, under the True Meaning of Martial Arts of the Great Sun Tyrant Fist, they solemnly accepted their end.

With the million troops reduced to dust, the trial space reverted to the pure golden hue of the lower layers.

All oppression and bloodshed were purified entirely by Lu Wenwu, leaving no trace of sinister or resentment, and no new enemies emerged.

Lu Wenwu’s expression suddenly turned a bit odd.

After purifying these enemies with the Merit light and Cyber Rebirth Spell, he found that his Merit Golden Sun had actually grown!

So just now, those…weren’t completely simulated with magic?

And what exactly is going on above the ninety levels of the trial, what is Dragon God, that Old Deng, trying to do?

This time, the Dragon Bone Celestial Tower didn’t stall but directly formed a golden physical portal.

This portal was entirely golden, at least several hundred meters high, adorned with countless exquisitely crafted reliefs depicting giant dragons slaying enemies.

A familiar synthesized voice sounded in the trial space: “Congratulations, my most excellent and outstanding descendant. Activate the will imprint I gifted you, push open the door before you, and the path to divinity will open for you.”

“So, is this really a trial to select the inheritor? Does anyone pass your inheritance standards?”

Lu Wenwu realized he seemed to have already cleared it and instinctively asked.

“Didn’t you say outside that one shouldn’t attempt to break the shackles? Why now do you want me to become a god?”

“Oh, by the way, if I go out to eat first and return, do I need to repeat the process? The trial has lasted quite long, probably almost a month? I want to go out and eat something first.”

Unfortunately, this seemed to be a preset voice from the Dragon God.

No matter what question Lu Wenwu asked, the Dragon Bone Celestial Tower no longer responded.

Presumably, even Dragon God never anticipated a dragon capable of clearing the trial would opt to consider whether they can go out for a meal first, rather than pursuing the temptation of going further right in front of them.

“Your silence I take as consent.”

Lu Wenwu self-talked, proactively activating the protection mechanism, forcibly exiting.

Upon returning to the tower’s exterior, he was greeted by layers of dragons.

Among them, a particularly massive Golden Dragon stood out.

With a glance from his Eye of True Sight, he unexpectedly found it’s the current King of Dragons.

Seeing all the dragons watching him anxiously, like waiting wives staring expectantly, Lu Wenwu paused.

He looked up at the evening glow in the sky, confusedly asking, “I say, elders, why are you here instead of eating? At this time, shouldn’t our side be having dinner?”

Felix was rendered dumbfounded by his remarks.

However, strong curiosity and tension overshadowed other emotions. He hurriedly asked, “Xiaowu, you reached the ninety-ninth level!? Did you see the final enemy? After those thirty-two peer enemies, were there more?”