Chapter 412: Disaster of the Star Dou Great Forest
"Tang San, I will kill you!"
Tang San looked at her coldly.
"Teacher Erlong, you are still so impulsive."
The Ghost Douluo Undead appeared silently behind Liu Erlong.
A black shadow flashed.
Liu Erlong's movements suddenly halted.
Immediately after, the Chrysanthemum Douluo Undead bloomed a withered Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in his palm, and countless black-gold petals turned into chains, Binding Liu Erlong tightly.
Tang San walked step by step in front of her.
Master finally couldn't help but speak:
"Little San, Erlong she..."
Tang San turned his head to look at Master.
"What?"
"Do you want to plead for her?"
Master's face was pale.
Liu Erlong stared fixedly at Master.
"Xiaogang..."
"Look at what you have become now."
"Do you really want to watch him kill us?"
Master's body trembled, and pain, struggle, and desire constantly intertwined in his eyes.
But in the end, that Rakshasa token lit up with a purple-black light.
Master slowly lowered his head.
The last glimmer of hope in Liu Erlong's eyes was completely shattered.
She gave a bitter laugh.
"Yu Xiaogang."
"In this life, I was truly blind."
Master was struck as if by a heavy blow.
Tang San, however, had already raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
"Since feelings will make people suffer."
"Then let me grant you all release."
The scythe light fell, and Liu Erlong collapsed to the ground.
The Red Dragon Martial Soul let out a final mournful cry, then completely dissipated.
Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming were still resisting desperately.
But facing the siege of several Undead Titled Douluo, they had absolutely no chance.
Zhao Wuji was suppressed head-on by the Dai Mubai Undead, and his defense was shattered from the side by the Tai Long Undead.
This Immovable Bright King was covered in blood, yet still laughed wildly.
"Come on!"
"Tang San!"
"Even if I die today, I will not kneel to you!"
Tang San said coldly:
"Then die standing."
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe swung out again.
Zhao Wuji's figure stiffened, and the massive Vigorous Vajra Bear phantom collapsed with a boom.
Qin Ming was then attacked from front and back by the Ma Hongjun Undead and the Chrysanthemum Douluo Undead.
He used his Fiery Wolf Martial Soul to desperately charge out a path, wanting to take away Flender's corpse.
But the Ghost Douluo Undead crawled out from his shadow, a black ghost hand pressing against his heart.
Qin Ming's body jolted, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
In the end, he also fell beside Flender.
Thus.
Inside the Shrek Academy meeting hall, it became completely quiet.
Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming.
All dead.
Tang San stood in the center of the ruins, black robes fluttering, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe hanging by his side.
There was no sadness on his face.
No guilt.
Only a coldness that was almost numb.
Master stood in the corner, his face as pale as paper.
He looked at Liu Erlong lying on the ground, his lips trembling constantly.
But he did not rush over, nor did he curse Tang San.
Because he had already chosen the Rakshasa Divine Court.
And this path, once stepped upon, had no possibility of turning back.
Tang San glanced at him and said indifferently:
"Teacher, no need to be sad."
"Death is not the end."
"They will continue to exist in another way."
After speaking, he raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and purple-black light spread from the scythe blade, condensing into a small rakshasa altar in the center of the meeting hall.
The moment the altar appeared, wisps of grey-white Martial Soul light rose around the four corpses on the ground.
The Souls of Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming were forcibly pulled out from their state of imminent dissipation, their Soul phantoms struggling in pain.
Flender glared at Tang San.
"Tang San!"
"How dare you!"
Tang San said calmly:
"Dean, since you are unwilling to join the Rakshasa Divine Court while alive."
"Then join after death."
Flender's Soul phantom struggled frantically, wanting to pounce at Tang San.
But the Rakshasa Divine Power turned into countless chains, Binding him tightly.
Liu Erlong's Soul phantom looked at Master, her eyes full of pain and hatred.
"Xiaogang..."
Master trembled all over, staggering back half a step.
Tang San frowned slightly.
"Teacher, look clearly."
"This is the true greatness of the Rakshasa Divine Power."
"It can make death have value."
"It can allow the defeated to possess power once again."
Master looked up.
On the altar, the four Souls were wrapped in purple-black flames.
Screams rang out continuously, as the Rakshasa Divine Power bit by bit erased their consciousness, stripped away their memories, and shattered their emotions.
Unwillingness.
Anger.
Sadness.
Hatred.
All were refined into the purest Undead Origin.
Subsequently, Tang San waved his hand.
A large amount of Soul Power obtained from slaughtering cities surged out from the Rakshasa Space, pouring into the four corpses.
Flender's body slowly floated up, the Four-Eyed Owl Martial Soul re-emerged, only the wings had turned grey-black, and the pupils also ignited with ghostly green Martial Soul fire.
His Soul Rings were forcibly recast by the Rakshasa Divine Power.
One after another, illusory Soul Rings appeared under his feet.
Finally, nine Soul Rings formed.
The aura of an Undead Titled Douluo level spread from his body.
Tang San said indifferently:
"Flender, Four-Eyed Underworld Owl."
"From now on, you are the Sky Wing Undead of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Immediately after, it was Liu Erlong, the Red Dragon Martial Soul re-condensed, but it was no longer a hot and violent fire dragon, but an Undead Magic Dragon wrapped in purple-black death flames.
Liu Erlong opened her eyes.
Her eyes were grey-white, with no spark of Martial Soul left.
Tang San looked at her and continued:
"Liu Erlong, Undead Flame Magic Dragon."
"Your fire will burn away all resisters for the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Zhao Wuji's corpse shook with a boom, the Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul re-appeared, his body more massive than in life, but the fur had turned grey-white, and a skull-like Rakshasa mark appeared on his chest.
"Zhao Wuji, Underworld Armored Vajra Bear."
"You will become the hardest shield of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Finally, it was Qin Ming, the Fiery Wolf Martial Soul eroded by the Rakshasa Death Qi, the flames turning into Undead Ghost Fire interwoven with ghostly blue and dark purple.
Qin Ming slowly stood up, his eyes completely hollow.
"Qin Ming, Netherworld Wolf."
"Your speed will help me reap those fugitives."
Four new Undead Titled Douluo stood quietly behind Tang San.
Flender.
Liu Erlong.
Zhao Wuji.
Qin Ming.
The former Shrek teachers had now all fallen into the Undead combat power of the Rakshasa Divine Court.
Master watched this scene, his body trembling slightly.
Not knowing if it was fear or excitement.
Tang San walked to his side and said softly:
"Teacher, look."
"They have returned."
Master looked at the Liu Erlong Undead with a pale face.
That familiar face no longer had any emotion.
No love.
No hate.
Not even pain.
Just standing there hollowly, waiting for Tang San's orders.
Master's lips trembled.
"Erlong..."
Liu Erlong had no response.
Tang San said indifferently:
"When you complete the Rakshasa God Trial and obtain a higher level of power, perhaps one day, you can personally restore a trace of her intelligence."
Master looked up suddenly.
"Really?"
Tang San looked at him, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly masked.
"Of course."
"Rakshasa Divine Power is omnipotent."
"As long as you are pious enough."
Master gripped the Rakshasa token, the pain in his eyes gradually replaced by fanaticism.
"I will complete the trial."
"I will definitely complete it."
Tang San nodded with satisfaction.
"Teacher, from today on, you are the First Priest of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"Responsible for organizing the Rakshasa God Trial system for me, and screening those who are willing to join the Divine Court."
"Anyone who is unwilling to join can be sacrificed."
Master slowly lowered his head.
"Yes."
Tang San turned and walked out of the meeting hall.
The Shrek Academy outside had already been completely enveloped by the Undead aura.
On the playground, in front of the teaching buildings, outside the dormitory area, everywhere were fallen academy guards and students.
A portion of their Souls had been devoured, while the other portion had been contaminated by the Rakshasa Divine Power, gradually turning into low-level Undead.
The Shrek Academy, once symbolizing monster geniuses, had now completely turned into a dead and silent graveyard.
Tang San stood at the academy gate, looking up at the old plaque.
Shrek Academy.
These few words had once made him proud.
But now, he only felt it was ridiculous.
"Monster Academy..."
Tang San said softly.
"Since we want to cultivate monsters."
"Then let us cultivate true monsters."
He waved his hand, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe streaked across the sky.
The plaque on the academy gate shattered with a boom.
Immediately after, purple-black divine force re-condensed four large characters on the ruins.
Rakshasa Divine Court.
From this night on, Shrek Academy ceased to exist.
Replacing it was an evil force established by Tang San upon death and the Undead.
Having done all this, the Rakshasa mark between Tang San's eyebrows suddenly beat violently.
A cold and majestic voice sounded in his mind.
[Rakshasa Eighth Trial complete.]
[Established the Rakshasa Divine Court, recruited the first batch of believers and Undead combat power.]
[Reward: Rakshasa affinity increased.]
[Rakshasa Ninth Trial initiated.]
[Trial content: Devour the life Origin of Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts, condense the Rakshasa Divine Set, complete the final God Position Legacy, the heavier the resentment of the Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast Origin, the better the effect.]
Hearing this, Tang San slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, ghostly green flames dancing wildly in them.
"Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast..."
His gaze turned into the distance.
There was the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest, the place on Douluo Continent with the most Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts and the richest life Origin was precisely the Star Dou Great Forest.
There was the core area.
There was the Great Fierce Land, and countless high-level Soul Beasts.
If he could devour the Souls and life Origin of those Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts, his Rakshasa God Position Legacy would inevitably be able to advance to the final step.
Even Xiao Wu's Undead could become more complete because of this.
Tang San turned around, looking at the Undead army behind him.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long.
Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo.
Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming.
Eleven Undead Titled Douluo stood quietly in the black mist.
Each one exuded a cold and terrifying aura.
Such power was enough to sweep through most Sects on the continent.
But for Tang San, it was not enough.
Far from enough.
He wanted to become a god, to become a god faster than Tang Chuan.
He wanted to complete the Rakshasa Ninth Trial before Tang Chuan returned to the continent.
Tang San raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, his voice cold:
"Depart."
"Target, Star Dou Great Forest."
"All Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts, hunt them all down."
"Their Souls, Origins, and flesh will all become sacrifices for my becoming a god."
The Xiao Wu Undead stood quietly by his side.
Tang San looked at her, a morbid tenderness re-emerging in his eyes.
"Xiao Wu."
"That place was once your home."
"But starting today, it will also become the nourishment for your revival."
"Once I devour enough Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast Origins, you will definitely wake up."
Xiao Wu did not respond, just staring hollowly ahead.
Tang San, however, smiled.
He took Xiao Wu's cold hand and stepped into the Rakshasa Space.
Behind him, the eleven Undead Titled Douluo turned into black shadows, following closely behind.
Black mist surged.
Over Shrek Academy, purple-black clouds obscured the moonlight.
A moment later, the entire academy fell completely silent.
Only those four newly condensed purple-black characters remained, emitting an evil light in the dark night.
Rakshasa Divine Court.
And in the distance, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.
Countless Soul Beasts suddenly looked up at the same time.
They felt an unprecedented aura of death approaching the forest.
Deep in the earth, ancient Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts let out low roars.
The forest trembled, and the herds fled in panic.
In the darkness, it was as if a scythe was already hanging over the head of the Star Dou Great Forest.
A few days later, Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City.
Night was about to fall but had not yet.
Large swathes of lead-grey clouds pressed down on the distant horizon, the setting sun torn by the clouds into wisps of dark red light, spilling onto the broken walls of Star Luo City, like blood that had not yet dried.
This imperial capital city, once majestic and tall, with walls like iron and military banners like a forest.
But now, on the plains outside the city, everywhere were traces left by major battles.
Scorched earth, deep pits blasted out by Martial Soul Abilities, broken blades, burnt chariots, and patches of blood that had not yet been cleaned up.
At the city gate, soldiers patrolled back and forth.
Everyone's face carried weariness and vigilance.
They dared not slack off.
Because on today's Douluo Continent, there was no longer any truly safe place.
No one knew if, in the next moment, that figure holding a black scythe would suddenly walk out from the black mist.
On the city wall, Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his face much paler than before, his body still wrapped in several circles of medicinal cloth, and a wisp of purple-black aura vaguely lingered on his chest.
That was a wound left by the Rakshasa Divine Power, even with his poison skills and Titled Douluo cultivation, he could only barely suppress it, unable to completely dispel it.
Beside him, Ning Fengzhi sat in a wheelchair, the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda much dimmer.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood in the rear.
Both their auras were unstable, and their faces were still pale.
In that battle outside Star Luo City, their Sword-Bone Fusion Technique was forcibly broken by Tang San, the backlash extremely heavy, if not for the life mark left by Tang Chuan protecting a glimmer of life, they would have likely already damaged their Foundation.
Yang Wudi held the Soul Breaking Spear, standing on the other side.
His eyes were still sharp, but there was a bit more gravity in the depths of his eyes.
During this period, too many things had happened.
So many that these older generation powerhouses who had seen all kinds of storms felt a chill in their hearts.
Suddenly, Dugu Bo's brows moved.
He suddenly looked up, looking at the distant horizon.
"Coming."
Ning Fengzhi also looked up.
Only to see between the distant clouds, a blue-gold stream of light streaked across the sky.
The stream of light was extremely fast.
One moment it was still at the horizon, the next it had already arrived above Star Luo City.
Boom—
An aura as vast as the sea breeze descended from the sky, the soldiers on the city wall instinctively gripped their weapons, but when they saw that figure clearly, a look of excitement immediately appeared in their eyes.
Blue clothes, blue hair, holding a simple and heavy trident, it was precisely Tang Chuan.
He landed on the city wall, not kicking up a speck of dust under his feet, yet the white clothes on his body rustled in the wind.
The Sea God Trident in his hand emitted a faint blue-gold divine light, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.
Dugu Bo looked at Tang Chuan, first stunned.
Subsequently, a hard-to-conceal shock appeared in his eyes.
"You brat..."
"How long has it been, your strength has actually increased this much?"
Tang Chuan did not explain too much, just glanced at the injuries on everyone's bodies.
Especially the Rakshasa aura remaining on Dugu Bo's chest, he frowned slightly and said:
"Has Tang San been here?"
(End of this chapter)
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