Chapter 805: Chapter 415: Death of the Blood God’s Chosen, Imperial Capital Riot, and Louis’s Omen

Emerald flames swept across all directions.

A powerful impact, with an irresistible force, swallowed the gods’ chosen of terror.

Amidst his shock and anger, his battle-hardened body silently melted at that moment. The threat of death brought the call of terror beside his ears.

It was his god welcoming him home.

Because he was likely going to die.

"Louis!"

Olivia’s panicked voice rang out.

In the stinging firelight, a life sphere surged up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Louis emerged reborn from it.

When he opened his cold eyes, the first thing he said was:

"Olivia, do it."

Olivia was still worried, but without hesitation, she activated her special method targeted at the gods’ chosen of terror.

The lazy time clone, activated.

In an instant, Olivia split into numerous forms, her aura rapidly declining, and in less than a breath, she fell to the legendary stage.

But at the scene, there appeared 20 Olivia clones.

All the clones raised their heads together, and astonishing magic power gathered in their palms.

The lazy delay, activated.

The strength of the freshly formed magic model was instantly elevated.

Looking at that magic model, it was clearly an evolution of the Death Finger which had just killed Envy.

Without a word, Louis transformed the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill into entangling chains, forcibly restraining the severely injured gods’ chosen of terror.

Nuclear explosion technique, activated.

The chains ignited by the nuclear explosion technique released temperatures exceeding that of the sun.

The intense heat and suffocating force of the chains formed the final strike against the gods’ chosen of terror.

With a snap.

The body of the gods’ chosen of terror was forcefully torn into countless fragments.

The call from terror summoned the soul of the gods’ chosen of terror back to the abyss.

The gods’ chosen of terror was eager to depart.

Even if the physical form was destroyed, it didn’t matter. At worst, he could return through endless slaughter in the abyss.

As long as he could survive... What the hell are you doing?

The next moment, twenty-one Death Fingers, condensed with destructive force, bloomed in the sky.

The first one, the gods’ chosen of terror withstood it with his powerful soul.

The second one, he discovered a trend of collapse in his soul’s defenses.

The fifth one, I’m still protecting myself.

The tenth one, he felt his soul collapsing.

The eleventh, twelfth, he finally couldn’t endure it anymore and fell into chaos.

Starting from the thirteenth, his soul completely vanished.

But Olivia was also ruthless.

She continued to mercilessly unleash Death Finger after Death Finger on him. Even though it was overkill, she had no intention of stopping.

It was only when a round of bombardment finished that Louis stopped her, saying:

"Olivia, he is already dead."

"If we don’t pulverize his soul, how can we make those evil gods lose any hope?"

Olivia gritted her teeth.

She’s usually an easy-going person.

But when dealing with evil god cultists, she indeed showed no mercy.

Louis understood the source of her anger.

If he had encountered these things, he would have wanted to burn the abyss down, a purge of ninety thousand miles.

He gently patted the head of the little swan and said, "It’s been hard holding back, hasn’t it?"

"Indeed, now it’s finally our turn to strike back."

Cheering sounds came from below intermittently.

Everyone gathered together, looking up at the two in the sky with envious eyes.

Even Grace showed a slight smile, dispersing the glow at her fingertips.

Only a few noticed that even in the face of the gravest crisis, Grace never removed the magic-breaking protection from Louis and Olivia.

It was the key that allowed the two to handle the underground city strongholds more easily.

The powerful ones from various border forces were excited, yet pondering a question.

"Master Louis is truly strong; such power cannot be merely described as demigod-like."

"Certainly, it cannot be described as demigod-like; that is Divine Realm power."

"How could it be possible? Even an Emperor cannot wield Divine Realm power at such an age."

"An Emperor has already appeared; is it impossible for another entity to surpass the Emperor?"

"It’s not that it’s impossible, but how could one be so lucky for two such monsters to appear in the same country in such a short time?"

"I know you don’t want to admit reality, but that power is indeed Divine Realm. Even as a demigod, the maximum world power I can wield isn’t even one-tenth of that lord’s."

"Such a big difference?"

"Yes, this isn’t just the difference between semi-planes anymore. I had fought with the Emperor back in the day..."

The moment the demigod said this, the rest looked at him with reverence.

To have faced the Emperor and still be alive, such instances are rare.

That demigod sighed and said, "The Emperor’s power is mighty, but it’s not achieved through mere technical prowess."

The demigod recounted the experience of fighting the Emperor back then.

He mentioned a very terrifying concept.

An idle demigod, even the weakest, possesses skills close to the Saint Realm.

Simultaneously, a demigod’s source of power, demigod’s physique, demigod’s rules, and at least legendary-level weapons are standard.

In normal circumstances, unless they encounter those freaks from the Saint Realm, any legendary would not last five breaths under their hands.

But even in the Saint Realm, most of the power that can be exerted barely reaches the threshold of a demigod.

Considering the lack of such vast power sources as a demigod, lacking the strong physique commonly possessed by demigods, even with rules comparable to demigods and legendary weapons, in reality, it can only be regarded as a weakened demigod.