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Chapter 1299 - 375: The Ancient Shadow’s Angel Envoy! A Battle of Wits with the Air! The Tainted Royal Clan!_3

Chapter 1299: Chapter 375: The Ancient Shadow’s Angel Envoy! A Battle of Wits with the Air! The Tainted Royal Clan!_3

Among them stood the entity known as Great Heavenly Ghost Skull, possessing a hundred heads and arms, enveloped in endless black fog, capable of nurturing its own war ghost energy through battle and slaughter, significantly enhancing its own strength and combat power, becoming fiercer with each battle.

Thus, It enjoyed challenging formidable enemies, often inciting slaughter, and longed to challenge the original War God to claim the "Authority of War," though this required radiating more of its own ecological essence to complete the concept of war.

Therefore, It used a drop of blood from its heart to create the top-level secret realm known as Heavenly Ghost Lake, from which the Twelve-armed Demon Clan was born, and into their bloodline, It infused its ghost energy.

As long as they engaged in slaughter, they would generate war ghost energy and grow stronger continuously, but their reason would be deeply corroded, twisting their self and degrading into Its vessels. Even if they retained their sanity, upon death, this ghost energy would return to Its body, experiencing the pleasure of their war contributions and further strengthening Itself.

If they continuously grew stronger and survived, and once their strength was sufficient, they would then travel to the War Palace to challenge It. The loser would become sustenance , while the victor would inherit a portion of the war authority—amassing the shattered authorities of the six beasts of war would unlock the path to the slumbering ground of the War God.

Ghost Seventeen was the most brilliant genius of the Twelve-armed Demon Clan; in a hundred and twelve years, he honed peak combat skills, sweeping through numerous foes, a peak mortal next only to giants, yet he was slain by the gatekeeper with extreme speed.

This could be crafted into an Evolution Secret Food of the Power System, or a Skill Secret Food "Ghost God Body Addition," allowing one to possess the capability to condense war ghost energy, which, when accumulated to a certain extent, could be consumed to enter a special Ghost God state.

"The last laugh is the true victory."

"War Six Beasts, the power of ghost gods!"

Gary Smith was surprised in his heart, not expecting the Twelve-armed Demon Clan to have such an origin.

In a sense, they were like an ancient family not blessed.

Their very existence was to help spread the ecological essence of the Great Heavenly Ghost Skull, and in addition, become more palatable food.

Authority of War... Gary Smith would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted, but now a casual member from among the War Six Beasts could crush him.

The gap was too large, so he calmed down!

"But what exactly happened to the War God? Logically, He should possess abilities relevant to victory; how could He be beaten into slumber, even radiating authority from His life."

Being a Great Existence is also a perilous job, huh, just don’t tell me it’s the Mother of Twilight again..."

Gary Smith mused internally about who to use this material for; he had already decided.

Next,

Gary Smith had thought Serena Martin would want to borrow his strength to show off fiercely, but unexpectedly, this woman chose to quit while she was ahead, turning around and leaving the Sunset Duel Arena with style.

There was no hesitation, only...

Yes, satisfaction from the heart!

Thinking about it, she had little spirit energy left; even with the "Nourishing Vitality" buff support, it could at most sustain Gary Smith’s projection for half a minute, or even less.

If she faced a Royal Highness, it would have been a disaster.

"Goodbye!"

Serena Martin said her lingering farewell as Gary Smith’s projection released the comfort of Ancient Scholar Butterfly, with countless dusts of history surging, and he followed the wheels of history, walking back along the path he came by, returning to the River of History.

"We’re finally not facing this monster again, right?"

The top genius of the Alien Race and Demon Faction sighed a breath of relief, reigniting their fighting spirit.

Ellie gazed dreamily at this figure that intimidated all clans.

Strength, is the greatest allure of a man!

"Ying!" Little Spider suddenly spoke, asking Ellie if the drink tasted good.

Due to the side effects of using illusions from its earlier Spirit Erosion Form, Little Spider found lying came naturally.

"Very nice!"

Ellie turned around, admiring him in that instant, Gary Smith and the disguised Mousie switched back, resuming enjoyment of the massage, and the poke-poke from the Club President.

"Thank you so much!"

Elliot Pine came over to express his gratitude, then looked at the proud and unrepentant Serena Martin, directly twisting her ear and pulling her away, starting with old-fashioned "tough love."

"Whistle..."

The Constant Crane hesitated, unable to bear seeing the girl getting scolded, so it shut its eyes, jointly entering a double team mode with Elliot Pine.

Out of sight, out of mind!

In the Human Camp, Serena Martin’s pleas for mercy and wails resounded, forming a symphony.

Evelyn Walker smiled wordlessly, just quietly watching Gary Smith.

Now, predictions were again impossible!

Bob Chandler had just rejected several good-looking, aspiring female geniuses who initiated conversations, fully immersed in tinkering with his camera, scorned as a loner.

"Hehe!"

He remained undisturbed by the mockery. Not to mention that these women were old enough to be his grandmother, marrying them would absolutely lead to a life going against the times.

Moreover, their interest wasn’t really him, but because they perceived that Gary Smith would radiate a "monster" ecological essence, making him, also emerging from Abyss City, valuable too.

"Bustling activity, all for profit!" Bob Chandler shook his head, uninterested in dealing with this, having realized the truth through countless trials by Evelyn Walker.

Instead of wasting time on love and romance, better to trim out the most perfect work, letting the entire Alliance experience...

The fear of being dominated by a driven king!

Just thinking about that scene filled Bob Chandler with resolve!

Following that, the arena matches proceeded orderly.

However, because Gary Smith had decimated the Alien and Demon Faction to only its elite, most defeats were suffered by the Human Camp, causing frequent occurrences of critical injuries...