Fate Reignites: My Rampage in a World Where Time Stops-Chapter 297 - 280: God Slayer (Two-in-One) (Additional Chapter for 5700 Monthly Tickets in May)

Qin Chuan's long sword patted the shoulder of the Demon Lord in front of him and looked at the Demon Lord sprawled on the ground, "What should I call you?"

"Slayer Demon Lord·Lekosa." Lekosa gave his name with a heavy voice, "Human Race, your target is the inner hall, isn't it?"

"Now, you can go in."

"We won't stop you anymore."

"Lekosa, it seems you've made a mistake." Qin Chuan smiled, "You never had the ability to stop me."

"On the contrary, if I wished, all nine of you would have to die here."

"Of course, I also know that these are just your statues, replicas. Destroying them won't truly kill you." Qin Chuan's smile grew wider, "But there must be some side effects, or some negative impacts that you can't accept, right?"

"Otherwise, there would be no need for you to ask me to stay my hand at this moment."

Lekosa's mouth twitched, "Cunning Human Race."

"If you want me to stay my hand, it's not impossible," Qin Chuan spoke indifferently, "but you have to pay a price."

"What do you want?" Lekosa spoke in a deep voice.

"Well..." Qin Chuan pondered for a moment, "I'm very curious about what exactly is the connection between the instance and the Heavenly Dome Rank, and..."

"SS-grade instances seem to be a bit different from the previous ones."

"What state are you actually in right now?"

He had always been very curious about this question.

Although he could infer some possibilities based on existing clues, those were only speculations after all.

"Heh, so that's what it is." Lekosa let out a cold sneer, "The Heavenly Dome Rank can be understood as an enhanced version of the Dream World, and an instance is a projection of a part of the area within the Heavenly Dome Rank."

"The projected area of the instance will temporarily restrict entry and exit, and the creatures and their equipment within will also be projected into the material world, retaining only a portion of their power and consciousness."

"The events that occur within the instance can either be currently unfolding within the corresponding area or may have happened in the past."

"Even if the projection is killed, the original being will not die. It will only temporarily fall into weakness, and will have only a vague sense of what happens within the instance."

"If players obtain the equipment as instance rewards, the original equipment's grade will degrade to a certain extent, or even drop in rank."

"The transformation of an instance into a passage is to allow all projections to return, letting the projected area truly descend into the material world."

"As for SS-grade instances, and the later SSS-grade instances..." Lekosa's words paused slightly, "Your feeling is correct, they are not the same as the previous instances."

"Due to the extremely high strength levels of the creatures within the instance, the instance environment is closer to that of the native Heavenly Dome Rank, and as a result, the restrictions of the threshold are also weakened, so..."

"Ptui—"

Lekosa, who had not finished speaking, was instantly decapitated.

Not just him, the statues of the other eight Demon Lords were also bisected at the same time.

"Too much talk isn't a good thing."

A voice echoed leisurely throughout the hall.

Qin Chuan appeared instantly in front of Lin Yue, protecting her behind him, his expression grave as he looked toward the direction of the inner hall's doorway.

The tightly closed door had opened without a sound, and a figure leaned against the doorframe, hands crossed over the chest, watching everything with a detached gaze.

"You can strike down your own kind?" Qin Chuan asked in a deep voice.

"They won't die. At most, the descending consciousness will be injured, requiring a hefty price to be paid at the Divine Hall to recast their statues," the other party said nonchalantly, waving a hand and slowly walking toward the two, "They were meant to die at your hand, yet they wasted so much time chirping away."

"Delaying my pleasure of enjoying this delightful slaughter. What does killing them matter?"

Qin Chuan frowned, eyeing the figure before him.

It was a statue overflowing with a rainbow of lights, carved in the likeness of a handsome man with a solitary horn of white jade atop his head, otherwise indistinguishable from a human.

The entity before him was similar to the Demon Lords from earlier.

But the difference between them was immense.

In terms of strength, the gap was as vast as the chasm between heaven and earth.

"Human Race, remember my name well," the man paused, "because I will end your life."

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The deep rumble filled the entire hall, an abyss-like terrifying aura descended in an instant, shaking the entire Divine Hall.

"Spirit Rhinoceros Demon God·Fras of the Half-demon Clan."

"Mythical Rank, First Realm, the corresponding power limit is over 4 million." Fras, seeing the two unable to straighten their backs under his pressure, wore a pleased smile, "And my peak strength is roughly 8.1 million."

"Originally, due to the power limitations of the SS-grade instance, I had to suppress my strength to 3,999,999 to battle you," Fras smiled slightly.

"But unfortunately, gods have privileges."

"This isn't all bad news for you, though," his smile held a trace of amusement and mockery, "If you defeat me in my peak state, you can achieve an SSS rating."

"I recall you just said..." Qin Chuan's lowered head slowly but resolutely lifted.

The next instant, he disappeared from the spot, appearing behind Fras.

"Too much talk isn't a good thing."

Fras's expression froze as numerous cracks suddenly covered his body, the carved figure shattering into countless pieces, the momentum of the Mythical Rank instantly collapsing.

His head rolled on the ground, its fading consciousness filled with extreme astonishment.

"How could this..."

"You won't die, right?" Qin Chuan stepped on Fras's head.

"Then next time we meet, I'll make sure to kill you again."

With a forceful stomp from Qin Chuan, Fras's head was crushed to pieces.