Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Tyr was taken aback by this, as were Hanzo and Malon.

'This bastard has really thought of everything...' Tyr mused, "Helas... you took over his soul in order to come here, right? Quite the acting skills you have."

Black replied without hesitation, "You're right... that is precisely what I did. It hurt, but that pain is nothing I am not used to."

"What about his words... were they true? Did you force him to do those heinous acts?"

Black chuckled, "You will never know, will you? After all... you will die here today. And those tiny ants that manage to escape alive after what will happen... they will simply have to figure it out through hearing stories of how Helas acted."

Tyr gritted his teeth, 'So he won't even tell us... if Helas was truly a good or bad character...'

"What makes you think you will win this time? You were defeated with ease before..." Tyr said with a bold tone to the large man.

"What makes me think I will win?" Black said, seemingly amused by the inquiry, "Well... for one, you are back to your normal state. No longer can you come close to rivaling me in power."

Tyr exhaled, putting up a fierce look while understanding that he was only bluffing on the inside.

"Above that... my original body has been cultivating power for centuries. Did you think I left it here to starve? All those failed experiments... their Aura have entered my true body, and my true body alone."

After a short pause, Black exclaimed: "I am far superior in this form. This... is my true power, boy."

A terrifying surge of black Aura erupted from Black like a tidal wave of malevolence, swallowing the city in its dark embrace.

The sheer force of his power crashed down with suffocating weight, as if the very air had turned into a crushing vice.

Every living being in its reach was overpowered instantly—their heads snapped downward, forced to bow as though an unseen hand gripped their skulls.

Knees buckled and hit the ground with violent thuds, no one spared from the oppressive pressure.

Malon and Hanzo were forced onto their knees in a mere millisecond.

It was as if the fabric of reality itself was being bent to Black's will, commanding absolute submission.

Tyr was also assaulted by the Aura, his knees instantly beginning to bend as his bones threatened to combust under the pressure.

'Full Golden Body.' Tyr quickly mused, a burning flame erupting in his glabella as he became immune to the fear. Even he was nearly crushed under Black's newfound Aura.

'Scan...' Tyr said in his head.

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Name: Lramz Hural

Age: 358 Years

Power Level: 785

Rank: Sage

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'Sage Rank... he's on a completely different level. Even with the Ancestral Sanctuary power I held... I could not have--' Tyr's thought was interrupted.

"That's right! You would not have defeated me! But... you never did. Do not forget that." After saying this, Black disappeared.

He summoned in front of Tyr with a clenched fist slamming right into the young man's stomach.

Tyr's eyes flew open as he was propelled through dozens of buildings behind him.

He coughed out blood as he skidded across the ground like a rock over water. As he slid to a stop, he mused: 'Impossible...' He choked out even more blood, 'My organs are nearly ruptured. Ribs are broken...'

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'Not even one more hit...'

Hanzo and Malon forcefully turned their heads with horror clad on their faces as they looked at where Tyr had been flung.

Despite wanting to move, their bodies were forced to surrender.

'Tyr...' Hanzo panted, 'He's going to die!'

Malon clenched his teeth together, 'No! Damn it! Stop!' He screamed inwardly as he saw Black lunge over the air to where Tyr was.

As Tyr witnessed the giant fly over the air with a punch ready to be unleashed, time itself felt as though it slowed down.

'None of my spells will work here. I know for a fact that entering the sanctuary isn't an option either. I could summon Rudra or Ares... but they would only pose as mere panes of glass for this bastard to shatter through before hitting me...'

His mind raced, overwhelmed with possibilities.

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'Is it over?' He scoffed inwardly, 'I guess... it was a good run while it lasted. Maybe I'll try my luck on another planet.'

He closed his eyes, 'Disappear? No... it changed to...'

'Planetary Teleportatio--'

A tiny fraction of a second remained until Tyr was going to have finished saying the spell.

However, at that moment, a thrust of energy slammed into the ground--disrupting his thought pattern and forcing him to open his eyes.

When he looked forward, he noticed Black on his back with a figure glowing with ruthless and overwhelmingly powerful red energy standing on the giant's chest.

The figure was very tall, but compared to the giant Black, he looked puny.

Despite this, he stood above Black with ease and confidence, as though he was far superior. The energy that radiated from his body was no joke, making that of Black's seem like a damn joke.

The energy even materialized into large sparks of electrical power, zapping and sparking the field like lightning bolts of red Aura.

The man was over 6'5 ft. in height. He wore a giant red-skinned thick wool cover over his shoulder, and a skirt made of dense leather over his massive legs.

Sandals covered his feet, and flowing down from his head was a long black waterfall of hair that stretched all the way down to his calves--frizzled and rough-looking.

He looked unkept, his jaw was blocky and rough, and overall, he looked like a monster.

"Tsk." The man sucked his teeth in irritation, "Foul beast... you dare to bare your fangs in his empire?" His voice was deep as he spoke.

Black barely managed to utter: "K-k-krax... Krax Sakti... how did you find out where I was? How did you--"

"A damn foolish question!" The ruthless figure who was addressed as Krax Sakti shouted, his voice booming like a ginormous speaker: "Every inch of this land is no different from my very skin.

A Sage Ranked cultivator showing his face in any part of this empire without bowing to the High Lord of the western mongrals and Emperor of the Zasea Kingdom is nothing short of a treasonous villain that deserves death!"