Chapter 1339 - 1036: I Have Already Become Invincible...

Chapter 1339: Chapter 1036: I Have Already Become Invincible...

"Cough, cough, cough... over here."

A steel hand reached out with difficulty just beneath the dungeon ruins.

Struggling, crawling out from the profound passage, the face and body charred, only layers of steel and incomplete parts of the Sublimator finally emerged.

Opened his mouth and spewed out a large cloud of smoke.

Under the cracked silicone face, around the pupils, electric sparks flickered intensely, causing severe choking.

"I say, haven’t you forgotten your teammates?"

Even since narrowly escaping the clutches of doom, racing against time for their lives, Raymond, who managed to assimilate temporarily with the Red Dragon, nearly perished in that explosion.

"No, this yield was within my calculations; with the Red Dragon’s shield on you, you’d definitely be fine."

Huai Shi scratched his head, looking towards the other direction, "See, Professor Anton is fine too, right?"

Below the ground Raymond unearthed, a mechanical ladder rose, the old man staggered a few steps, with protective gear as thick as a spacesuit still smoking. The viscous shock-absorbing layer seeped through the cracks, rapidly solidifying upon contact with the air.

"Barely counts as... okay."

Anton collapsed onto the soil, rubbing his aching old waist, helplessly said, "Next time, please be sure to remind me to install two more shock absorbers on the chair."

Even the three-layer refuge established deep underground almost couldn’t withstand the aftermath of the explosion.

"Next time for sure, next time for sure."

Huai Shi awkwardly shifted his gaze, waited for the remaining two teammates brought by the Red Dragon, then gestured towards Raymond, pointing to the boiling iron water in the lake beside him.

He rubbed his hands in excitement.

"Please, friend."

He said, "When we ascend, it’s time."

"Uh—"

Raymond stared at the iron water, which melted unknown Hell Swarms and countless gigantic corpses by the lakeside, instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and shivered.

"Hold on a minute, I need to, use the bathroom."

"No rush." Huai Shi blocked his way, smiling, "You can go once the ascension is finished."

"Cough, cough."

Raymond lowered his head, hesitated for a while before saying, "I haven’t brushed my teeth since I woke up today, how about—"

"It’s okay, in the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy we don’t fuss about bathing and changing," Huai Shi comforted, "Even if you go to the bathroom and don’t wipe, Hell doesn’t mind."

"Wait, I think—"

Raymond attempted one last effort, but Huai Shi had grown impatient, directly stabbed a sword forward: "Enough already."

With a puff.

The Sword of Virtue pierced through his chest and protruded from the back.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock, incredulous.

"..."

Raymond looked up in a daze, full of confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Ah... this..."

Huai Shi, bewildered, looked at them, finally realizing, "Sorry, I thought everyone’s ascension was like this, and well, cough, got handy, apologies."

Saying that, he no longer gave this guy time to dawdle, directly kicked Raymond into the metal lake:

"—In any case, off you go!"

The screams vanished in a flash.

The surging Iron Lake instantly engulfed Raymond’s figure, with the Red Dragon involuntarily turning into a blazing light, under the guidance of the Mystic Ritual, sinking into the lake and disappearing.

In an instant, accompanied by the majestic Source Fluctuation, the lake water boiled and rippled with countless waves.

On the edge surrounding the Mystic Ritual, the incomplete remains of the Crown Wearers now violently shook, dazzling light emitted from the gaps in their shell. The broken bodies cracked, and the deceased soul wailed piercingly.

Involuntarily, they got pulled into the lake.

In the blink of an eye, the surging Iron Lake greedily devoured all Hell Swarms, the once dazzling colors vanished, turning into pure black.

In the chilling darkness, countless phantoms emerged.

Like a ladder descending deeper into the Abyss, pulling countless souls towards the darkness of Hell, embracing eternal rest.

Countless phantoms from Egyptian tales of the Underworld rose from the darkness.

If it were Anubis ascending, the emerging phantoms would be those of the forty-two judgment spirits, where the ascender must, before Hell dissolves their being, pass their trials, speaking their names, and imprinting their marks on their own bones.

Finally, offering their heart on the scales of judgment.

At this moment, what appeared was an endless winding river, with faint waves, countless spirits resurfaced from the river, venomously gazing at the floating corpse, continuously reaching out, pulling at his body.

Every grasp stripped away the remnants of Raymond’s flesh from his shell.

In the end, only a pure skeleton glowing with metallic luster remained in the Styx formed by the Iron Lake.

Even his soul had vanished.

But before the Evil Spirits could pull him towards eternal death, a stone heart soaked in Dragon Blood appeared in his empty chest cavity.

Forcibly, it throbbed!

Instantly, a low thunder echoed between heaven and earth.

In the hollow eye sockets of the skeleton, a blood-red flame ignited, next, countless ribbons of intertwined steel emerged from the void, wrapping layer after layer, completely encasing him into a mummy.

After undergoing this pure death’s washing, completely abandoning the mortal body.