Chapter 252 - 214: Sword God

Chapter 252: Chapter 214: Sword God

Heat. An unimaginably high temperature enveloped the workshop.

Tran looked at the being before him, who appeared more like a suit of armor than a person, his expression slightly grave.

The Fifth Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, [Throat of the Furnace] Chrono Ash.

He was once a top craftsman in the Machine Heart Empire. After an accident where he fell into a Demon Energy Furnace, his body was infused with Demon Energy. This triggered a violent surge that nearly caused the furnace to explode. Instead of saving him, and fearing the situation would escalate, they simply tossed him, furnace and all, into the sea.

The cold seawater saved his life, but it also fused him with the Demon Energy steel inside the furnace.

His current life form was unusual; one could say that the Demon Energy steel was now his very flesh and blood.

He opened his mouth, and a violent torrent of high-temperature Demon Energy particles spewed from his throat. Everything in its path was incinerated, molten slag shot out in all directions, and vast amounts of matter were disintegrated.

Tran, however, appeared utterly unfazed.

The orange psychic crystal on his brow began to glow. Matter, energy, and information—the three are one, inter-convertible, and never separate.

Information is matter; it is also energy.

With a lift of his hand, invisible Telekinesis seized control of the raging stream of Demon Energy particles.

Chrono increased his output. Having merged with a Demon Energy Furnace, he had the reserves to back up such a powerful discharge.

At this moment, the area where they fought had completely transformed into a river of magma.

Chrono paid no mind to the nearby town, while Tran, in contrast, was using a Telekinetic barrier to protect the city’s entire population.

"Disintegrate!"

Suddenly, Tran uttered a single word.

In an instant, the raging Demon Energy particles were disintegrated, generating and releasing an infinite amount of energy.

"Gather!"

The released energy was gathered into a single point.

"Release!"

"BOOM!"

In an instant, a condensed, orange-red beam of light pierced through everything, punching through Chrono’s chest and continuing on to blast a hole dozens of meters in diameter through the mountain behind him.

Chrono’s mouth closed, but his body remained standing, a flicker of memory in his eyes.

He recalled being hauled ashore and pried from the furnace. He remembered slaughtering those who had abandoned him, and the terror on the faces of his wife and son.

’I have no regrets, only hatred that I didn’t kill more!’

"Let’s... die together!"

The Demon Energy Furnace was triggered, about to explode.

This could have sent the entire city sky-high.

However, it was a futile attempt.

Tran had already seized control of the energy, severing the final nerve impulse pathways in Chrono’s body and preventing him from carrying out the act.

......

"BOOM!"

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

In the void, a spectral blue light flickered rapidly, continuously bombarding a being that looked as if it were made of plaster.

The Sixth Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, [Silent Plaster], White Silence.

His body was coated with Forbidden Demon Plaster using a Demon Energy process, which effectively blocked the flow of energy and increased his defensive power.

Furthermore, he was a beastman who specialized in strength.

This gave him the immense strength to shatter all Magic with his physical body and crush Warlocks.

But at this moment, he was just a target, completely unable to react, being used as a punching bag by Cyril for a casual assault.

Sonic booms constantly echoed through the air as shockwaves billowed out. A great wind swept through the city, even overturning the heavy transport vehicles produced by the burgeoning Demon Energy industry.

Dust and sand blanketed the entire city.

By the time it was over, the beastman encased in Forbidden Demon Plaster had been killed. Under Cyril’s precise control, the Forbidden Demon Plaster remained completely undamaged, while the beastman inside had been pulverized into mincemeat.

.......

"KRAKOOM!"

A bolt of purple heavenly lightning pierced the void, which Ferguson then grasped and hurled like a spear.

It pierced through the old woman’s chest, then detonated, turning her to charred ash.

The Seventh Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, [the Scarlet Nurturer], Mara Qiyuan, was now dead.

She was responsible for raising the orphans within the Rusted Moon Monastery, and over the years, had supplied the Crown of Sinful Thorns with a great deal of new blood.

The [Thorn Blade] Legion—blind, deaf, and tongueless soldiers fanatically loyal to the Lord of Entropy—were almost all raised by her.

These people had forsaken all external distractions, possessing only the instinct to follow orders. They spent their days in grueling practice of their techniques, absorbing aether, eating, and then fighting, in a never-ending cycle.

Their humanity had been completely stripped away, just like high-level Demonic Puppet Mechanisms.

However, they were far, far cheaper than Demonic Puppet Mechanisms.

When one broke, it could be replaced with a new one without a second thought.

Ferguson’s eyes showed no flicker of emotion. Purple lightning coiled around his body, exuding an aura of the Celestial Dao’s might that made even the nearby Nascent Soul cultivators tremble.

"Holy King, what should be done with those children?" the cultivator asked.

"They all have a talent for manipulating Demon Energy. Take them back with us," Ferguson said.

....

"THUD! THUD!"

A colossal, fifty-meter-tall Demon Energy Battle Armor flew out from deep underground. It swung its Giant Sword, directly smashing a swarm of automated flying swords to pieces. With a lift of its hand, it fired a rain of condensed Demon Energy Bullets, destroying a large number of drones.

The Ninth Seat of the Crown of Sinful Thorns, [Super Giant Breaker]. The creator of this Demon Energy Battle Armor, Beto Reck, was merely a Master Level craftsman.

In the Craftsman’s Association of the Machine Heart Empire, his research had been completely stolen by a friend from the same workshop. In a fit of rage, he defected to the Crown of Sinful Thorns and, with their financial backing, built this battle armor, which he used to conquer cities with ease.

Destroying a single workshop, then, was a trivial matter.

"Stop fighting! They’re going to dock my bonus!"

Giles dared not delay any longer. He slapped his hands against his chest, and in the next instant, his body began to swell explosively right where he stood.

Fifty meters, one hundred meters, two hundred, three hundred, five hundred meters!