Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1635 - 980: Gwyn, Achieving Myth (10,000-Word - )

Even though the clash between the Silver Knights and the Demon Clan on the surface shook the heavens.That sudden, jarring sound of flesh being torn still cut through everything like a needle in the ear.

In that instant, Gwyn’s unadorned Great Sword, devoid of any elemental damage, came crashing down from above onto Viskasa’s skull and immediately erupted with a tooth-grinding crunch of shattered bone, followed by the wet rip of flesh being torn apart and the explosive roar of something as hard as forged steel being ripped in two!

His ultra-hard skin, which normal attacks couldn’t even scratch, only managed to hold for a heartbeat in the face of the Sunlight King’s utterly unreasonable strength.

The bones in his body couldn’t withstand such a colossal impact; starting from the vertebrae at his neck, they were crushed under the tremendous pressure and driven downward!

Just as his entire neck was about to be rammed into his chest cavity, his scalp finally split; the razor-sharp Great Sword followed through on that momentum all the way down and, in the end, cleaved him cleanly in two!

The momentum of this Slashing didn’t die there; the excess force howled outward in all directions, even churning the black clouds in the sky, letting a few strands of sunlight briefly punch through the barrier and once again shine upon the earth.

If a normal creature took a hit like that, it would probably die on the spot.

But the Demon Clan is not a race that goes quietly to its death; even some demons transformed by the Fallen Demon Egg can acquire outrageous traits like noble Magic immunity and physical immunity, let alone a Demon King.

The Demon King’s body is the most perfect vessel, surpassing all Demon Clan flesh; everything a demon should have, he has. From the moment of his birth, he automatically synchronized with the Demon Clan’s accumulated abilities and intel from now back to the distant past, and could freely imitate them.

So the later a Demon King appears in history, the more terrifyingly powerful he becomes.

"Since when!"

The emotion in Viskasa’s voice finally shifted dramatically as his bisected body, swept up by the sword wind, was hurled toward the ground.

And the direction he was thrown in just happened to be where Tomb King Nite was.

The giant skeleton, whether one should call him Tomb King Nite or Death God Nite, spread his arms toward him, pure Death Miasma so saturated it was on the verge of liquefying coalescing in his hands—he clearly meant to give him a deathly embrace.

Another baffling detail was that this time, the Death Miasma he summoned seemed to be entwined with something unfathomable. It wasn’t quite the same as the Death Miasma the adventurers had faced before; this batch had been... spiked.

Even with his brain split in two, Viskasa’s consciousness remained razor-sharp. At this level of power, you can’t explain their bodily capabilities with anything as mundane as science.

"Sain, what did you do!"

Both halves of his body suddenly bulged with flesh, each swelling into a mass of meat that fused together countless Demon Beast traits, then exploded outward into tens of thousands of black shadows, every shadow representing a Demon Beast once devoured by the Demon Clan. In the blink of an eye, a stampede of ten thousand beasts charged across the sky.

What good is spawning troops now?

Gong Qiying had the peerless Divine Power of Gwyn hunt down the other avatars, while he himself controlled Nite’s body, spewing every last wisp of the miasma in his hands toward the Demon Beasts.

Demon Beasts that brushed the fog fell from the sky in sheets, the scene not unlike someone storming a mosquito nest with a bottle of insecticide.

The Demon Beasts that hit the ground went silent at once. First they died, and only then, under the erosion of the miasma, did their flesh melt into blood, their bones wobbling as they staggered back to their feet, becoming Nite’s loyal servants.

These heaps of bone, granted a second Life, immediately joined the ranks of the Silver Knights. Perhaps because Gwyn had once fought alongside Nite, the Silver Knights showed no resistance to these skeletons joining in—in fact, they coordinated with them at once.

But there were too many Demon Beasts. So many that even under the corrosion of the Death Miasma, a few still slipped through, and among those lucky enough to escape, the fastest one suddenly dove into the Fire God’s avatar.

The next second, the Fire God’s avatar’s eyes blazed with spirit—Viskasa’s consciousness had successfully returned there. Without the slightest hesitation, he rapidly withdrew several li away, and still felt it wasn’t safe enough.

He wore an expression of lingering dread as he replayed what had just happened in his mind, his frown deepening, jaw clenched tighter with every passing moment.

He knew exactly what had just occurred—the God-right of the Death God avatar had been stripped away!

That was why, after being cleaved by Gwyn, he couldn’t instantly regenerate, and had been forced to rely on splitting his flesh so that the main body’s meat could return to the avatar and reconstitute a body. Each of his avatars could effectively count as a main body, ensuring the Death God’s God-right could manifest at peak efficiency.

His cockroach-like survival ability was absurdly strong; as long as there remained even a shred of flesh with consciousness, time would eventually regrow him, and with the Death God’s authority, he hardly ever needed to even use that ability.

Because he wasn’t yet in his complete form, when he used his own God-right on others, the effect would be diminished; he still needed to undergo further sublimation, make himself more complete, expand the scope his God-right could cover!

But how had he suddenly lost a Death God God-right?

"How did they pull that off?"

Sain Dungeon—why did it have the capability to strip him of a God-right?

If Viskasa himself wanted to seize another God’s God-right, he needed extensive preparation: secretly infiltrating that God’s Church to tamper with doctrine so the believers’ prayers would be redirected to him, then, in the end, spreading vague prayers like "God bless us" to blur the distinctions between every God. Only after layers upon layers of groundwork could he succeed.