Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Awakening Ahead of Time! Sovereign Talent!
In the critical state, Lazuli was engulfed in burgeoning red flames.
Blazing Angel Form!
The strongest form of Lazuli to date!
The numbers on the attribute panel frantically fluctuated and finally broke through the four-digit threshold—
[Power: 1023]
[Constitution: 1045]
[Spiritual: 1018]
[Speed: 1052]
In the ruins, Ron felt the surge of this might, but his expression grew even more solemn.
Although the Prophet’s Beastbond aura had overwhelmed the Demon Lord, the gap between the Awakening Stage and the Extraordinary Level was ultimately insurmountable.
Moreover, this Demon Lord’s talent was outstanding even among the Demon Clan.
Unless the Prophet had other means...
Indeed!
Just as Ron had thought.
Carlos noticed Lazuli’s aura rising, a strange curve forming at the corners of his mouth.
"To reach such power at the Awakening Stage indeed proves your extraordinariness."
"But the Extraordinary Level, after all, is still the Extraordinary Level!"
No sooner were the words spoken than, amidst the surging Demonic Qi, Carlos’s figure flickered before Lazuli like a phantom.
Reacting to her attributes surpassing a thousand, Lazuli wielded the Holy Sword instantly, slashing down toward the Demon Lord’s head.
"Clang——!"
The Holy Sword collided with Demonic Qi, emitting a crisp metallic clang.
The sword’s momentum was forcibly halted!
"I told you, the Awakening Stage is just the Awakening Stage!"
The bone wings of Carlos swept harshly across, heavily striking Lazuli.
Her petite figure fell like a meteor, crashing hard onto the ground in front of Aster Grant.
"Cough..."
The Little Angel knit her brows, her white feathers smeared with dust, yet she stubbornly propped herself up.
"Master, I’m fine..."
Aster Grant looked at Lazuli’s pale little face and her trembling wings.
For the first time, he truly felt the power of the Demon Clan.
A Demon Clan of Demon King Level was equivalent to a Legendary Talent Beastbond!
Lazuli managing to contend against a Demon Lord with her Awakened Tier Nine strength was already approaching her limit.
The surrounding Beastkin, witnessing Lazuli’s defeat, had despair etched upon their faces.
"Could it be that even the Prophet cannot deal with this Demon Lord?"
"Damn it, if only the Prophet wasn’t just at the Awakening Level, this Demon Lord would stand no chance against him."
"Curse the Demon Clan, they wiped out the Elven Race a thousand years ago; is it our turn now?"
At this moment.
Sally bit down hard on her lower lip, gripping her father’s arm with such force that her fingers turned white.
Her nails dug deep into her palm, oblivious to the pain.
Why?
Despite having found the Prophet, still, the impending doom of the Beastkin Clan and the fall of the Holy City could not be prevented.
Ron felt the tremor in his daughter’s frame, forcing a pained smile:
"Sally, you’ve done your best. Even the Queen couldn’t have foreseen the Demons invading this Sanctum."
His rough hand gently caressed his daughter’s hair, voice resigned:
"Later, I will gather all Beastkin warriors to hold off the Demon Lord, you... should leave with the Prophet."
Looking at his daughter’s youthful face, a determined glint flashed in Ron’s eyes.
To him, death was not to be feared, as long as Sally could live on, it would be worth dying on the battlefield today.
Yet.
Just as despair threatened to swallow everyone...
Aster Grant stared fixedly at the surging Demonic Qi surrounding the Demon Lord, his knuckles whitening from the strain.
Was the gap between Awakening and the Extraordinary Level truly so insurmountable?
Even if Lazuli activated her Ultimate Skills, without breaking that damned Talent, the chance of victory was slim.
A profound sense of helplessness washed over him.
But then...
Aster Grant suddenly felt a surge of strange power within him, converging into the Beastbond Space like a hundred rivers into the sea.
He stared in astonishment at the familiar blue light clusters...
This is.... Energy obtained after defeating the Demon Clan!
In this Sanctum, whenever Lazuli absorbed Demonic energy to enhance herself, a portion of that energy quietly settled within him.
This energy had lain dormant in the depths of his bloodline, finally being fully awakened at this moment.
Buzz——
With the complete release of energy, the world plunged into an eerie stillness.
Time seemed to stretch, everything becoming slow and distorted.
Aster Grant slowly lifted his head, seeing the Demon Lord’s ferocious grin frozen on his face, the expressions of despair on the Beastkin fixed at that moment.
In his vision, the Demon Lord was slowly raising his arm, a black energy ball coalescing in his palm, inching toward him.
He saw Lazuli turning her head arduously, her lips moving, desperately trying to rush over to protect him.
Those golden eyes filled with panic, his figure clearly reflected in her pupils.
This girl, whose heart and soul were filled with him, was worried not about herself, but whether she could ensure his safety.
"Ma...ster...."
Lazuli’s voice seemed to come from underwater, blurred and distant.
Aster Grant knew that under this blow, she would undoubtedly activate her "Divine Protection" skill, forming the last barrier with her body for him.
But what about herself?
His heart felt as if it were gripped by an invisible hand.
Sorrow!
Unwillingness!
Intense emotions surged through his mind!
Boom——
Silvery-white spiritual power suddenly exploded in his mind!
The massive spiritual power surged forth like a breach in a dam.
Aster Grant slowly lifted his head, revealing a pair of eyes glowing with silvery white light, golden lines like sacred brands spreading from the corners of his eyes to his neck.
His gaze was hollow yet profound, as if piercing through everything before him.
"Master!"
The moment Lazuli met those eyes, her body went rigid, her mind blank.
In a daze, she seemed to see a Monarch seated upon a supreme throne, wielding the Sword of Royal Authority.
This was the Emperor’s Gaze!
Everything happened in a flash.
The Demon Lord’s attack was still approaching, but at this moment, Aster Grant was eerily calm.
"Sovereign!"
With this low cry, it was as if an invisible chessboard unfolded before him,
Lazuli was the most important piece on it, and he was the Monarch who held the power over all!
"Bestow! Slaughter!"
The overwhelming spiritual power transformed into a substantial crimson stream of light, rushing outward from him, entwining Lazuli’s body.
This power infusion brought forth unprecedented attributes around Lazuli...
[Divine Angel (Lazuli)]
[Talent: Legendary Three Stars]
[Special State: Slaughter (Ignores any defense)]
[Level: Awakened Tier Nine]
[Power: 1000]
[Constitution: 1000]
[Spiritual: 1000]
[Speed: 1000]
[Skills: Judgment, Divine Protection, Blazing Angel Form, Song of the End]
The crimson Mantle of Slaughter wrapped around Lazuli like a blood-stained battle robe, dyeing her six wings scarlet.
She felt the surging power within her, her entire body trembling slightly in disbelief.
"Is this... the Master’s talent?!"
In Lazuli’s golden eyes, an unprecedented battle spirit ignited.
She absolutely could not betray her Master’s expectations!
How could a mere Demon Lord compare to the bond between her and her Master!
She gazed up at the dark figure hovering in the demon clouds, her heart unwavering.
"Judgment!"
The Holy Sword suddenly flared with a blood-red brilliance, the Mantle of Slaughter entwined around the blade twisting the very space.
Facing the all-encompassing demon aura, Lazuli advanced instead of retreating, her six wings vibrating fiercely, transforming her into a blood-red meteor soaring straight upward.
"Courting death!"
The Demon Lord sneered, urging the Demonic Qi.
However——
The crimson sword light tore through the black Demonic Qi like ripping silk, with Lazuli’s figure breaking through!
Carlos’s pupils contracted sharply, incredulous as he watched his attack split in two.
"How is this possible?!"
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