novelhk Chapter 802 - 743: Test_2
Chapter 802 - 743: Test_2
Thick iron chains are wrapped around the hammer handle, with crimson flames leaping on them.
The Demon God glanced down at the colossus underfoot, then looked at Duke, who was shrouded in the Black Tortoise’s shadow in the distance.
It grinned, with only one emotion in that smile—a craving for battle.
The Demon God then broke free from the rift, its entire body transforming into a stream of bronze light, rushing into the colossus.
The flames in the colossus’s eye sockets suddenly changed from earthy yellow to crimson, intense as burning lava.
The colossus raised its right hand, fingers grasping in the air.
The double-edged warhammer appeared out of thin air in its palm, the lava patterns on the hammerhead instantly lit up, a scorching aura spreading outward, causing the air to start distorting.
It looked down at Duke, then raised the warhammer.
The colossus took a step, and despite its three hundred and fifty meters tall body, it moved with astonishing speed.
It leapt into the air, both hands grasping the hammer, lifting it high above its head like a house-sized weapon before striking down.
Even before the hammerhead fell, the terrifying wind pressure had already collapsed the surrounding ground.
An ear-piercing shriek echoed in the air, as if even space itself was groaning under the blow.
Duke stood his ground, unmoving.
Boom——!!!
The warhammer struck the shadow of the Black Tortoise.
Heaven and earth trembled.
The shockwave spread wildly outward, lifting the ground in a radius of several thousand meters.
A massive crack extended from the point of impact all the way to the horizon.
In the distance, the mountains shook violently, countless boulders rolling down from their slopes.
Dust filled the sky, lingering for a long time.
When the dust settled, the shadow of the Black Tortoise still firmly loomed over Duke, utterly unmoved.
The massive warhammer hung above the shadow, unable to descend even a fraction.
The lava patterns flowing over the hammerhead frantically danced, desperately attempting to penetrate within, but were fiercely blocked by an ancient, weighty defensive power.
The colossus stood before Duke, looking down at the small shadow, the crimson flames in its eye sockets flickering violently.
It stepped back.
Then raised the warhammer again.
This time, rather than simply striking down, it began to spin.
The warhammer spun faster and faster in its hands, enveloped in raging flames and thunder, finally transforming into a spinning meteor, striking the shadow anew.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three consecutive strikes, each one unleashing full power.
The earth shook, the sky screamed, the entire wasteland undergoing total deformation under the overwhelming bombardment.
Yet, when the dust cleared, the shadow of the Black Tortoise still stood, unchanged.
The colossus ceased its attacks.
It stood before Duke, gazing down at the small shadow, the crimson flames in its eye sockets flickering as if contemplating something.
Then, it raised its left hand.
In the palm of its left hand, even more intense flames began to condense.
These were not ordinary flames, but the core Origin Power of the Demon God’s shadow.
The flames condensed into a fist-sized crimson ball of light, with the surrounding space twisting and melting.
The colossus swung its hand, the ball of light flew out, striking the shadow of the Black Tortoise.
The ball of light violently struggled on the shadow’s surface, the force involving rule-level power desperately trying to explode, but was firmly suppressed by the Black Tortoise’s Origin aura.
The two forces locked in a stalemate, ripples began to appear on the surface of the shadow, marking the first sign of fluctuation.
Duke furrowed his brow.
He could feel his Magic Power rapidly depleting.
The previous four hammer strikes’ consumption was manageable.
But the colossus’s rule-level attack, its consumption rate abruptly multiplied several times.
In just a few seconds, a fifth of his Magic Power had already dissipated.
Nonetheless, the shadow of the Black Tortoise still managed to fend off this attack, albeit with significant consumption.
Duke closed his eyes, sensing the flow of Magic Power within.
That previous strike consumed nearly a quarter of his Magic Power.
Should three or four more of the same type of attack come, his Magic Power would be spent.
Yet, at the same time, he could also sense energy surrounding him constantly pouring into his body.
The Demon God’s attack wasn’t truly rule-level power, and Duke currently didn’t possess such offensive capabilities, thus specific data couldn’t be acquired.
Only by using this attack can he roughly gauge that the Black Tortoise’s shadow can indeed somewhat withstand rule-level attacks.
However, considering Duke’s current strength, one strike would likely drain all his Magic Power internally.
Faced with rapid, multiple rule-level attacks, his recovery speed is far from sufficient.
"One strike is enough..." Duke mused.
He didn’t hold the delusion that relying solely on the Black Tortoise’s shell could completely withstand Level 3 life’s attacks; as long as he could seize a moment’s opportunity, there might be a chance for him to secure a sliver of life.
Duke raised his head, his Heart Thought moved.
The colossus glanced down at him, then slowly disintegrated, transforming into countless particles of Metallic Yellow Sand, gathering back into his body.
Before dissipating, the Demon God’s shadow holding the heavy hammer looked at Duke one final time.
The wasteland of the Divine Court returned to tranquility, only the scarred terrain and the distant half-collapse mountain bearing witness to the frenzy of the recent test.
Duke also ceased the input of Magic Power.
The shadow of the Black Tortoise slowly dissipated, its shell shrinking to palm-size, falling into his palm.
He tightened his grip around the warm shell, staring at it for a long time.
After testing the effect of the Black Tortoise’s shell, Duke found a relatively flat piece of ground, sat cross-legged.
From the Space Ring, he took out those ten drops of Starlight Dew.
The crystal bottles were small, each only thumb-sized, translucent with liquid inside emitting a faint silver-blue glow, as if a small piece of the starry sky had been sealed inside.
Gently shaking the bottles, those glows would flow with movement, seemingly alive.
Duke picked up one, uncapped the bottle.
A cold aura wafted from the opening, carrying an indescribable fragrance, like dewdrops in the deep night mingling with the scent of stars.
Just from this scent alone, he felt his Spiritual Sea slightly trembling, as if his dormant Spiritual Power were being awakened.
"Good stuff," he whispered.
Without hesitation, he drank the liquid in the bottle.
It felt cool going down, tasteless, with only a clear aura sliding down his throat before suddenly bursting.
That aura transformed into countless tiny light points, spreading from his body in all directions, finally all gathering toward the Spiritual Sea.
As the light points merged into the Spiritual Sea, Duke felt a slight tremor in his mind.
Without delay, he closed his eyes, entering Meditation state.
During meditation, the flow of time becomes blurred.
Duke immersed himself in his Spiritual Sea, feeling the changes brought by the Starlight Dew.
Those silver-blue light points slowly rotated within his Spiritual Sea, with each rotation merging part of them into his Spiritual Power.
The Spiritual Power integrated with the light points became more condensed, purer, while also slowly expanding outward.
He could feel that the growth speed of Spiritual Power was surprisingly fast.
Usually during meditation, Spiritual Power growth was like adding water to a bucket drop by drop, slow and steady.
But now, those light points seemed to open a valve, causing the Spiritual Power’s growth to become a steady stream, constantly flowing in.
When Duke opened his eyes again, the sky of the Divine Court was still bright.
There was no day or night here, but Duke remembered his meditation time.
An entire day.
Duke took a deep breath, sensing the changes in his Spiritual Sea.
It was an indescribable sense of fullness, like a pool that had long been half-full suddenly being filled with a large amount of clear water, the water level obviously rising.
He closed his eyes, internally viewing the Spiritual Sea.
The Spiritual Sea, guarded by the Six-element Composite Crystal, had now widened much compared to a day before.
[Spirit: 351.5->354.5]
In fact, the increase in Spiritual Power wasn’t much, just more pronounced compared to the nearly imperceptible daily meditation growth, making this meditation’s effect particularly noteworthy.
According to his usual meditation speed, without special resources, a month’s hard practice would only increase Spiritual Power by about a point.
Three months, barely reaching three points.
And this meditation alone increased his Spiritual Power by three points, equating a day to three months, nearly a hundred times more efficient.