Chapter 156: Extreme Cold Heavy Ring Contraction
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 156: Extreme Cold Heavy Ring Contraction
[Aisarakus Lv.300]
[HP: 12,000/12,000 Quadrillion]
In an instant, a towering, ten-thousand-meter dragon manifested beneath the World Tree.
The colossal dragon and the equally magnificent World Tree stood in stark contrast to one another. In that moment, the onlookers truly understood the profound meaning of a "Peak Mythical Race."
Faced with Aisarakus’s grand entrance, the Diviner’s expression turned complicated.
"The proud Dragon Race..."
His voice was aged and low.
"If I recall correctly, maintaining the world is your duty, as is guarding the World Tree. And yet, you not only refuse to protect the tree, but you also side with them to oppose us?"
In response to the Diviner’s questioning, Aisarakus lowered her massive dragon head slightly, exhaling a breath of bone-chilling frost.
"I only recall that those matters were pacts made by the old ones. I had long since departed for the Northern Territory back then; of such agreements, I know nothing."
She paused, slowly lifting her haughty head, her gaze turning piercing and cold.
"I only know... that you intend to kill my friend."
Instantly, a massive pressure erupted from Aisarakus.
The pressure was like a physical cold wave, sweeping through the entire space.
Facing Aisarakus in this state, even the Diviner found the situation troublesome.
Aisarakus’s peak strength was formidable—strong enough to pin most True Gods to the ground and beat them senseless.
The God of Silence was a perfect example.
Back when Aisarakus reigned as king in the Northern Territory, her first opponent had been the God of Silence.
The outcome had been clear.
The God of Silence’s Divine Kingdom was plundered, and a portion of his Authority of Silence was seized.
However, the Diviner was currently a "numerical monster" bolstered by a 26-fold True God Convergence Trait. Through raw physical force alone, he could potentially pin Aisarakus down.
But that raised a critical problem.
Could he actually kill her?
Kill a member of the Dragon Race, a Peak Mythical Race?
No matter how foolish the Diviner might be, he knew the nature of dragons.
Regardless of the circumstances, the Dragon Race prioritized their nobility above all else, especially when dealing with outsiders.
While most dragons didn't particularly care for Aisarakus, their personal feelings didn't change the fact that she was one of them.
Unlike dragon-kin or derivative species, every true dragon was a unique individual, possessing their own singular power. They were extremely rare and exalted beings.
If a dragon were killed by an outsider, that outsider would, without fail, face the unceasing, eternal wrath of the entire Dragon Race.
And among their ranks were beings far more ancient and profound than the Diviner cared to encounter.
In such a contradictory situation, the best way to handle a wayward dragon was to invite other dragons to settle it as a "family matter."
But therein lay the problem.
Currently, the only dragon active in the world was Aisarakus.
The others were lurking in secret locations that even the Diviner could not calculate, waiting for the period when the world's restrictions would fully recover.
This effectively blocked all conventional options.
The Diviner didn't dare gamble on whether these dragons would abandon their seclusion for Aisarakus’s sake.
As it stood, Aisarakus held the ultimate high ground.
The Diviner’s aged face turned slightly pale.
Before he could finish his train of thought, Aisarakus’s massive, mountain-like body bore down on him.
She unfurled her magnificent, wide wings, whipping up a colossal current of freezing air.
In an instant, the entire space was dyed a frosty white by her presence.
The gale howled.
What appeared before the Diviner now was the cold energy gradually condensing within Aisarakus’s maw.
[Extreme Cold Heavy Ring Contraction Lv.13]
[Effect: Condenses surrounding energy to release an energy blast. Deals Magic Damage equal to Intelligence * 130 per second; absorbs 1% of the target's damage value as Mana; reduces Agility by 1%.]
Thirteen rings manifested in sequence within Aisarakus’s mouth, nested layer upon layer.
The last time she had used this skill was against the pseudo-Julius.
However, she had been interrupted by Xie Bai then, and to her regret, the move was never completed.
Now, she could finally release this ultimate technique without any reservations.
Seeing this, the Diviner wanted to dodge.
But he couldn't.
The range of the energy blast Aisarakus unleashed at her peak state was simply too vast.
In the next second, a beam of energy capable of piercing the heavens erupted from Aisarakus’s mouth.
Instantly, more than half of the World Tree’s trunk was submerged in the blast.
BOOM—!!!
-1,920 Quadrillion!
-1,922 Quadrillion!
-1,967 Quadrillion!
-2,011 Quadrillion!
...
In a flash, the frost covering the world grew several layers thicker.
Even the Diviner, at the very center of the explosion, had a massive chunk of his health shaved away.
[HP: 28,993/65,000 Quadrillion]
Feeling his life force draining rapidly, the Diviner habitually raised his hand.
For a True God, HP was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Hidden beneath the health bar were countless layers of damage reduction, immunities, transfers, and absurdly high health regeneration.
This meant that while a True God might appear to have only a few thousand or tens of thousands of quadrillion HP, the actual damage they could withstand was often several times—or even thousands of times—their maximum HP.
The next moment, an emerald-green aura emerged from the Diviner’s hand.
[Gift of Fate - Life]
A surge of incredibly pure life energy erupted from the Diviner.
Just as he was about to restore his health to full, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
[Taro Ball Is Not Round Lv.110]
There was almost no time to react.
The process of Taro Ball emerging from his Nihility State and swinging his Soul-Breaking Heavy Sword could no longer be described as "instant."
It was a seamless transition with literally zero margin of error.
-1.32 Trillion!
The first hit Taro Ball landed after exiting his Nihility State reached the trillion-tier.
While this damage was negligible to the Diviner—laughable, even—the next second, a domineering force suddenly locked down the surging life energy within him.
[Suppression]
In an instant, a massive amount of life energy was swallowed up for no reason, and the Diviner’s HP was forcibly suppressed at just under 30,000 quadrillion.
Seeing this, the Diviner’s face turned ashen.
He couldn't let this body perish here, could he?
This vessel, the one closest to a True God’s stats, had taken him countless ages to forge. It was incomparable to the temporary shell Sacred Light had used.
"Fine. This body won't be able to stay in the end anyway. I might as well be decisive..."
As he spoke, the golden light on the Diviner’s body began to flare brilliantly.
Seeing this, Taro Ball quickly leaped onto Aisarakus’s magnificent dragon head.
"Aisarakus, be careful," he warned, his voice urgent and solemn. "By the looks of it, he’s severed the fate connection between his true self and this body."
Aisarakus tilted her massive head slightly, her eyes showing confusion at Taro Ball’s warning.
"Does that make a difference?"
Taro Ball shook his head.
"It means he is abandoning this body. He is completely casting aside his reservations regarding the Dragon Race."
He paused for a beat.
"Even if he truly kills you, his true body will be impossible for the Dragon Race to track because of that severed fate."