The Evolution Of A Goblin To The Peak

Chapter 1093: Battling a Seventh Shackle Realm

The rewards for the quest seemed underwhelming. He didnʼt even know if the title ”Slayer” would be of any use.

It should be good, right?

He decided not to dwell on it. He would find out once the quest was completed.

Bang!!

As the clash continued, Souta activated several of his equipment skills, boosting his strength significantly. He moved with everything he had, desperately trying to outpace Feronʼs relentless pursuit.

Souta wielded the Vajra sword with precision, blocking and slashing with calculated strikes. Yet, despite his efforts, he could feel Feronʼs pressure mounting-his opponentʼs attacks were unyielding. ”Whatʼs wrong, Blood Lightning Monster?! I thought you were going to slay me?!” Feron taunted, laughing cruelly.

Souta wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his retreat finally coming to a stop. In the blink of an eye, Feron appeared in front of him, and without hesitation, Souta swung his sword with deadly precision.

His aura exploded, and blood-colored lightning crackled around the blade, enhancing his strike. [Douion II]

He didnʼt forget to activate his [Douion] alongside [Possession] and his other equipment skills. Right now, aside from his universal-grade artifactsʼ equipment skill, every dark-grade artifactsʼ equipment skill he had was in play.

The entire battlefield plunged into darkness as Souta and Feron clashed in midair.

Boom!!!

High atop one of the towers, Leonard and Maeb watched the battle unfold. ”The Blood Lightning Monster is really something,” Maeb remarked, clearly surprised. ”I didnʼt expect him to last this long against a Seventh Shackle.”

Soutaʼs fighting power was far beyond her expectations. She had assumed that once a Seventh Shackle appeared, they would easily overwhelm him. ”I thought bringing in several Sixth Shackle Realms wouldnʼt be enough, so I planned for a Seventh Shackle. But it seems I still underestimated him.” Leonardʼs voice was calm, but there was a note of respect in his words.

Feron hadnʼt naturally ascended to Hero-rank-he had paid a steep price to achieve it. The sacrificial altars were designed specifically to help him reach the Seventh Shackle Realm. He had made a dark pact to borrow the power of the ancient Monster Lord, a fearsome entity that had appeared in the three theaters.

There was a reason Leonard hadnʼt taken the same path.

Once a person made a deal with that Monster Lord, they were eternally bound to it. The cost was immense: constant suffering, until the individual eventually became nothing more than nourishment for the Monster Lord.

Thatʼs why Leonard had chosen a different route-he found an expert on the brink of death, someone desperate for power, and made use of their obsession with reaching greater heights.

And that expert was Feron. ...

On the other side of the land, Prince Servon and his group stared at the direction of the Serene Palace, their eyes wide with shock. ”This pressure?!” ”A Seventh Shackle Realm expert?!”

They could see several towers glowing with red light, and an overwhelming energy emanating from somewhere within. The force of the battle sent tremors through the ground, the sands vibrating beneath their feet, while flickering lights danced in the distance. ”One of them is the Lord of Ekatoe!”

They quickly recognized that one of the immense sources of power was a best feram. There was only one being capable of such a display of power in the Serene Palace-it was Souta, without a doubt. ...

On the battlefield, Franklin and the others stood at a distance, watching in awe. ”The Grain Leader has grown to this level.” Allan muttered, his voice filled with admiration. He had witnessed Souta prove his strength in the Championʼs Den, but what he saw now was beyond anything he had imagined. This display of strength far surpassed what Souta had shown that day. With this kind of power, Allan wouldnʼt be surprised if Souta contested for the position of Chief Captain. After all, the minimum requirement for a Chief Captain was Seventh Shackle Realm, and all of the Chief Captains were at Hero-rank. ”Damn! This kind of battle power... itʼs unheard of!” Vashno muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. ”You shouldnʼt be surprised. Our Astros will soon grow into a top-level faction under Soutaʼs leadership,” Franklin said, his voice confident.

He knew Souta had plans to create a powerful force. Olympus didnʼt prohibit such ambitions. It was clear from how each god had their own military legions, like Goddess Athenaʼs Athenʼs Champion. Even some kings within Olympusʼ territory were warriors in a godʼs legion and possessed their own military.

Olympus wasnʼt overly strict about these things, as long as they didnʼt betray the realm. ...

Meanwhile, the battle between Souta and Feron raged on.

Boom!! Boom!!

Both combatants moved with incredible speed, their blows shaking the air. Souta flew through the sky, his spider limbs launching [Bestrou] at Feron. The attack was swift, but Feron skillfully dodged, soaring after Souta in hot pursuit.

In the air, Feron closed the distance and threw a punch. Souta gritted his teeth, taking the blow head-on. Then, with quick reflexes, he thrust his sword forward.

Whoosh!

Feron shifted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the full force of the strike, but the blade still managed to cut across his shoulder. With a snarl, he spun around and delivered a brutal kick to Soutaʼs stomach.

Soutaʼs body bent forward under the force of the blow, sending him flying several hundred meters before crashing into one of the nearby towers.

Bang!!

Despite the heavy impact, Souta immediately sprang back to his feet, his senses heightened. He felt a surge of intense energy headed his way. Without hesitation, he kicked off the air and dodged sideways. In the next instant, a powerful arc of lightning struck the spot where he had been just moments ago.

Souta cast a brief glance at the tower before quickly shifting his attention back to Feron.

This guy is strong.

Everything in this area had been set up to favor Feron. The towers surrounding them were feeding him energy, significantly enhancing his strength. Even if one of the towers was destroyed, it would regenerate in a minute or so, making it an unending source of power. All of this was the result of the pact with the Lord of Woods, Shub-Niggurath. Souta clenched his fist, his resolve hardening. With a wicked smile on his face, he launched himself forward.

Souta collided with Feron, and the impact sent a shockwave through the air.

Bang!!

Sparks flew in every direction as their powerful auras clashed. The killing intent emanating from both combatants surged, creating an oppressive pressure that weighed heavily on everyone in the area. The survivors of the Serene Palaceʼs destruction were exposed to the intense energy of the battle, struggling to endure the strain.

Blood-colored lightning crackled violently from Souta, crashing into Feron. The force of the blow sent him hurtling toward the ground. ”You truly are the strongest Fourth Stage!”

Feron gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as he roared in defiance. His energy surged once more, and he barreled forward, tearing through the blood lightning with his own lightning. As he advanced, red marks across his body glowed brightly, further enhancing his power. Souta saw Feron charging toward him, his figure like a blur. Without hesitation, he raised his sword high, dark and light swirling around the blade in a chaotic dance.

In an instant, both of them launched their attacks.

Boom!!

The collision sent ripples through the air, followed by waves of destructive energy. Several towers exploded on impact, sending rocks and debris flying across the land.

The shockwave was so powerful that it sent both Souta and Feron tumbling several kilometers away. They crashed into the sands, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

Feron was the first to recover. Spitting blood, he bent his knees and launched himself back into the fray at breakneck speed.

Whoosh!! ”Hahahaha!! Good!! This is what I wanted!” Soutaʼs voice rang out, his laughter filled with manic excitement as he pushed himself up from the sand. He raised his hand and made a grabbing motion toward Feron. ”Today is the day I slay a Hero-rank!” Thousands of red webs sliced through the air like deadly blades. The sky above churned ominously, black clouds swirling as arcs of lightning flickered beneath them. Blood rained down from the heavens, mingling with crimson lightning that crackled through the storm. Feronʼs senses sharpened as he sprinted across the battlefield. His body moved with uncanny precision, dodging the sharp webs and evading the deadly crimson bolts that lashed out from above. ”Come!!”

Lightning erupted from his body, surrounding him as he activated his Element Drive. Feron tore through the air, each step shattering the atmosphere around him.

Bang!!

Soutaʼs eyes narrowed as he whispered, ”Dream is reality. Reality is a dream.” With a swift motion, he slashed through the very fabric of space in front of him, the air itself seeming to ripple and distort as his blade cut through the space.

White smoke billowed from the rift, quickly engulfing the entire area in a dense, choking fog.

Ohm!

Feronʼs eyes widened in shock as the smoke swallowed him whole, along with everyone else in the vicinity.

The landscape around them shifted, as if reality itself had been altered. The towers remained, but the sky was now a haunting crimson, with a sun trapped in an eternal, blood-red twilight. The sands beneath their feet seemed to shimmer with a strange duality, a blend of light and shadow.

Dark clouds amassed overhead, and the thunder rumbled with ominous force. The blood-red rain began to fall in torrents, each drop carrying an eerie weight. [Dream of the Twilight Blood]!

Soutaʼs lips curled into a smile as he locked his gaze on Feron, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and dark anticipation.

Feron glanced at Souta, narrowing his eyes. He had heard that the Blood Lightning Monster possessed dream powers, and now he saw it was true. ”The suppression here is strong, but itʼs not enough to restrain me. Do you really think this will stop me?” ”Nope.” Souta replied flatly, sensing his opponent had disappeared from his sight.

Swoosh!

Feron reappeared behind Souta, his body crackling with an immense amount of lightning. [Lightning Destruction Fist]!

Lightning coiled around his fist as he threw the devastating punch at Souta. [Soul Blood Mode]!

Souta spun around and swung his sword.

The clash of sword and fist sent shockwaves through the air. Sparks of elemental energy erupted, spreading violently like a spiderʼs web.

Boom!!

Both Souta and Feron were sent flying several kilometers apart. ”Youʼre really strong! Is this the power youʼve gained from a Monster Lord?” Souta laughed, pointing his sword at Feron. ”Then, let me show you what Iʼve gained from a Monster Lord as well.” [Blood Armor: Divine Retribution]!

In an instant, blood surged across his skin, forming an additional layer of protection.