The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

In a place closer to Zhu Haomiao, tens of thousands of Alliance Soldiers moan in agony, convulsing and rolling on the ground, with their flesh writhing hideously as if alive, as though possessing independent consciousness, trying to break free from the shackles of their body and soul!

Boom!

The confinement formed by the combined pressure of the eight Children of Destiny was forcibly shattered, terrifying energy tides ravaged the heavens and earth, pushing the eight of them back in retreat.

Clearly, it was eight people besieging one person, but at this moment, they felt an overwhelming sense of suppression.

Fully releasing his peak form, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the tribulation clouds gathering madly, as if letting go of a certain inner conflict, a relieved smile curled on his lips.

Having failed the inch stop challenge, let's take this last bit of time to do something I want to do...

With a thought, Zhu Haomiao's deep and dark pure black eyes looked around, with an evil, twisted divine light flickering in the depths of his gaze.

Greed, Hunger, Fury...

No longer suppressing his inner desires, the young man unleashed the Original Sin Authority, slowly manifesting behind him a terrifying eight-headed serpent over two hundred meters long, like a God Demon.

Eight heads and eight tails, the head like a dragon, eyes like an abyss, mountains and rivers growing on its back, an endless sea of blood surging at its belly, overhead shrouded by eight-colored dark clouds.

As the hazy, illusory, evil Dharma Form fully solidified, like a mythical creature descending upon reality, a subtle lament echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Like small mountains, the serpent heads scanned all directions, locking onto each of the eight Children of Destiny of various major powers.

An unparalleled sense of oppression enveloped the world, through the divine vertical pupils of the Orochi, Zhu Haomiao seemed to see through the flesh of the Children of Destiny, directly gazing upon the national Qi fortune they represented.

So... they are not only the personification of Heavenly Dao Will, but also the embodiment of national power...

Killing them would be equivalent to severely damaging the nation from both the conceptual and symbolic levels; such losses would eventually reflect on the river of fate...

No wonder... after taking down the Round Table Knights' captain, the entire Brittania Empire retaliated madly!

With newfound clarity, Zhu Haomiao's lips curled into a cruel arc involuntarily.

In that case, if I slaughter them all, wouldn't it be like reshaping the world's trajectory like a creator?

Instinctively looking at the imposing Red Dragon Mecha, a sinister smile appeared in the demonically charming pupils of the young man.

First... fast forward to the shame of the Five Permanents!

Western hardness Brittania State!

Boom!

With a thought, the materialized Orochi let out a soul-shaking roar and launched an attack on the eight Children of Destiny!

Raging Wave!

Spiritual Rhinoceros!

Mountain Shattering!

Conquer!

Imprisonment!

Star Fall!

Thunderbolt!

Soul Devouring!

High Rank Extraordinary Seeds of the Eight Basic Forces were injected into the body of the Orochi, the terrifying Power of Laws interfering with the material world, creating supernatural anomalies incomprehensible to mortals.

In an instant, eight mysterious inscriptions appeared on the scales of the Orochi, resonating with the swirling tribulation clouds in the sky, drawing down countless terrifying pale-blue lightning strikes.

Rumble~

Bathing in the lightning tribulation, each serpent head spewed energy beams that were sharp, gentle, heavy, ethereal, or brutal, striking the Children of Destiny, forcing them into a desperate escape.

Compared to the two hundred meters long, towering mountain-like Orochi, the Children of Destiny were as insignificant as ants, but their destructive power was not to be underestimated, as each counterattack could tear meters-long cracks on the Orochi.

The damage to the Dharma Form was reflected back to the body, with subtle crimson lines appearing on Zhu Haomiao's skin, which healed and vanished instantly under the supernatural authority of [Lust].

However, the subsequent dense stinging sensation stimulated his nerves like a stimulant, filling Zhu Haomiao with a morbid sense of joy and comfort.

Destruction!

Slaughter!

Pain!

Blood!

Whether it's the enemy's or his own, it was addictively intoxicating...

Zhu Haomiao closed his eyes in ecstasy, savoring the pleasure of battle, with visible scarlet particles rising from his body.

Behind him, the swirling, writhing Orochi in the sky became even more grotesque, its eight heads elongating with a sinister and cruel vertical pupil glowing with high-temperature red light.

"Roar!"

The inflated figure attracted more tribulation lightning, turning the pale-blue bolts into blue-purple ones that shattered the Orochi's scales, tearing its skin and flesh.

In the depths of his being, Zhu Haomiao sensed his spirit and body undergoing a mysterious baptism, as the tribulation lighting brought destruction and simultaneously gradually freed him from the constraints of this plane, evolving towards a more advanced life form.

Feather Transformation Ascension... I am breaking through the First Layer Heaven...

With sudden insight, Zhu Haomiao lifted his head to gaze at the invisible fissure at the pinnacle of the sky, then lowered his head to look intently at the two "True Objects" in his hand, sensing that the Power of Laws was also regarding them as a part of him, stripping them away together.

Raising the "Imperial Jade Seal" in his hand, Zhu Haomiao noticed his fingertips becoming subtly transparent, and this transparency was slowly spreading to the base of the Jade Seal.

The Law is assisting my refinement...

No need to worry about ascending without bringing things along...

Even extending through an ethereal faith link, to Feather Transform and evolve the "container" thousands of miles away.

Nodding thoughtfully, putting his biggest concern to rest, the young man, with no more worries, charged laughing wildly towards the crimson dragon-shaped mecha, sword in one hand, seal in the other.

"Die!"

Boom!

The over-four-meters-long Ship-Slicing Blade collided head-on with the sleek, slim single-handed Chinese sword, exploding into a spherical white mist in mid-air.

The instantaneously expanding white mist carried a devastating shock wave that spread out at supersonic speed, sweeping across heaven and earth in a flash.

Within a 100-meter radius below the impact point, Alliance Soldiers were instantly turned to ash, without a trace of their bodies left.

Within the range of 100 to 500 meters, soldiers were shredded like rag dolls by the super pressure ripples into fragmented pieces of bone and flesh, blown to fly all over the sky.

From 500 to 1000 meters, the soldiers' clothes were torn and shredded by the blast, collapsing in pain and twisting on the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, with internal organs all shattered to pieces.

Further away, the Alliance Soldiers were like being hit by an invisible giant hammer, vomiting blood, rolling and crawling as they screamed and fled.

And in the heavens above, despite wielding the might of the world, the Red Dragon Duke ultimately couldn't withstand Zhu Haomiao's brutal power, and after a brief stalemate, was struck down as a scarlet meteor, plummeting to the ground.

Boom!

A mini mushroom cloud slowly rose on the ground, as Zhu Haomiao intended to press the advantage, the remaining few Children of Destiny, braving the oppression of the Orochi, charged desperately towards him, trying to stop him at all costs.

Clang!

Raising his hand to block Prince Xiaosong Zhangren's slash, Zhu Haomiao twisted backhanded, deflecting the katana, and thrust his sword right at his enemy's throat.

At that moment, a pitch-black spear silently snaked towards the young man's back of the head like a viper.