Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast-Chapter 1844 - 680: The Taste of Childhood, What Is This Operation

Chapter 1844: Chapter 680: The Taste of Childhood, What Is This Operation

On the rough throne, the massive Mountain Giant bowed its head, its eyes flickering as it looked down at the Abyssal Demon below, its voice deep and ice-cold.

"Our alliance is not urgent. Next time you come, we can talk again after you show some sincerity."

Bang! With a squeeze in the virtual Void, the true body of that Abyssal Demon exploded instantly, turning into scattered flesh and blood raining down.

As the true body of the Abyssal Demon shattered, a terrifying will imbued with darkness and evil soared into the sky, disappearing into the depths of the Void in an instant.

Once that parasitic will dissipated, Boroedo looked at the wriggling flesh on the ground and turned his head toward the dark area.

"Mpolak, why did you have me kill ’it’?"

The shadow writhed, coalescing into a towering, ferocious figure over two hundred meters tall that walked out slowly from the deep darkness of the Dungeon, its voice cold as ice: "Naturally, to probe its true nature."

"After all, no matter if it’s the most ancient demon or the strong entity sealed deep in the world, it’s only based on its one-sided claims."

Speaking of this, the pair of pitch-black empty pupils in Mpolak’s eyes slowly disappeared: "Did you notice just now? The will that escaped had a strange aura."

"Although it definitely had the pressure of a True Spirit Level and reeked of the darkness and evil belonging to Abyssal Demons, the feeling it gave me was rather peculiar."

"The abyssal aura on it, it’s too pure."

"Had you not mentioned it, I wouldn’t have noticed this detail."

Boroedo paused, thoughtfully: "The will did contain an intensely pure abyssal aura, like that of a true Abyssal Demon."

As representatives of the abyssal will, it’s abnormal for an Abyssal Great Demon to contain such a pure dark demon air.

Just like these Hell Messengers, while these Abyssal Great Demons can harness the power of the Supreme Plane to invade and tear apart other world planes, they are not creatures of the Abyss themselves.

This means that the ’fellow’ known as Selos is not an Abyssal Great Demon at all, but a true Abyssal Demon.

It might even be the sealed entity itself, attempting to lure them deeper underground with the plight of being ’Evil Gods’ themselves to disrupt the Seal.

"Figure out a way to send a message to Darren Callum, who has already infiltrated, and see if he can dig up any information on the most ancient demons or Selos; probe the situation."

Boroedo slowly nodded.

Although they had noticed something amiss with that Abyssal Demon, that it was hiding something, trying to scheme against them.

If Darren Callum were also to fail and get pinned down, unable to extricate himself, aligning with this sealed Abyssal Demon would become a fallback option.

While the two Evil Gods were in the depths of the Dungeon sending a message to Jack Clark, Jack Clark had already reached the ninetieth floor of the underground Labyrinth.

This place was entirely another plane, the sky gray and bleak with death, the ground parched and dotted with sinister white bones, devoid of any signs of life.

The clothing of Jack Clark and Amitya flapped and rustled in the fierce winds at the edge of the towering ten-thousand-meter clifftops.

Because the departure was hasty, Amitya was wearing a red and white long dress, which clung tightly to her body in the raging wind, revealing a charming figure with pronounced curves.

In addition, her serene demeanor and delicate features oddly filled with temptation amidst the oppressive darkness of this World.

There is a kind of ’beauty’ that makes one want to tear it apart and trample it fiercely. The eyes of the demons hovering over the mountain peak castle more than ten kilometers away are ablaze with passion.

This is a dark lord towering a hundred meters high, with curved horns, cloven hooves, a tail, and a pair of tattered wings behind him. He is the ruler of this layer of the labyrinth.

Every ten levels, the underground labyrinth has a boss, and the deeper one goes, the stronger they become.

For example, this demon king, evolved from the labyrinth demons, exudes a pressure comparable to the early stages of mythical power. Every breath he takes is in harmony with the power of this dungeon, filled with a sense of oppression.

Looking at Jack Clark and his companion delving deep into the earth, the Ram-Horned Demon King reveals a ferocious smile: "After so many years, finally, adventurers have reached this place again."

"Come on, human warriors, please your king with your weak and amusing attacks."

"You have only one chance to strike, and after that, my counters will rip your limbs and twist your heads off, then hang them on the wall to dry for a thousand years."

Just as the demon king finished speaking, Jack Clark keenly felt a force enveloping them and the demon king.

Once they take the first strike and fail to kill this demon king, they will be hit by a backlash from this ’word spirit’-like power, resulting in the outcome described by the demon king.

Limbs torn apart, heads twisted off.

This ability is very bizarre and powerful, normally, warriors of the same rank or even Valkyries who can transform cannot withstand this attack.

No wonder it has been many years since anyone has ventured deep into the labyrinth.

Jack Clark, deep in thought, clenches his right fist and rotates his wrist, immediately causing a surge of Qi Blood that shakes the world to spread through his body. The invisible dissemination of power causes the entire layer of this world to wobble involently.

Boom boom boom!! Mountains around crumble thunderously, and the earth within a radius of hundreds to thousands of kilometers undulates like the sea surface, kicking up billowing smoke and dust.

The earth-shattering might instantly startles the Ram-Horned Demon King.

Boom!

Jack Clark throws a punch, shattering the space in front of him. The Unrivaled Domineering Power obliterates everything, forming a pitch-black pathway a thousand kilometers long and tens of kilometers wide.

The powerful shockwave creates a white wave, generating a hurricane that sweeps across Heaven and Earth with a tremendous roar, shaking mountains and seas.

As for the Ram-Horned Demon King, along with its castle and mountain peak, everything is reduced to dust and vanishes.

Even though Amitya has witnessed such scenes many times along the way, she still watches with tremoring heart and excited eyes at the towering figure before her.

So strong, so powerful!

The demon king, comparable to a newly transformed Valkyrie, is utterly obliterated by a single punch, leaving no bones or traces.

Experiencing the power of a God Demon for the first time, the purple-haired girl feels her legs going weak.

Jack Clark looks back at the excited Amitya and can’t help shaking his head. It’s just a labyrinth demon of the Legendary Realm, no need to get excited.

If it wasn’t for the world rules that sealed him, and the contract that restricted him to use only the ’strength’ of a flesh and blood body within the Legendary Realm, not to mention the labyrinth, that punch just now could have even pierced through the World Crystal Wall.

At that moment, Jack Clark’s gaze shifts slightly, they’re coming.

Phew! Jack Clark and the purple-haired girl found God-given powers appearing out of nowhere above their heads, continuously streaming into their bodies.

This power, after merging into Amitya’s body, gathered in a certain place as potential for further Evolution, somewhat similar to the Life Energy accumulated by the Terminal Emperor Dragon in its previous Evolutions.

But as soon as these energies entered Jack’s body, they instantly disappeared, transformed into stored Origin Points.

Looking at the attribute page, the Origin Points increased from 9784 to 10248, Jack revealed a faint smile on his face, the gains were about what he had expected.

The reward for slaying a mythical creature is roughly between thirty and forty Origin Points, dozens of times more than a normal Plane war.

Today, he just fought straight through the ninety floors of the dungeon, killing all the Labyrinth Demons he encountered, accumulating over ten thousand Origin Points, equating to one-fortieth of the Primal First Layer of Heavenly Realm.

And these Demons were just a very small part of the underground dungeon.

"Let’s go, Amitya, it’s time for us to head back."

"...Jack, we’re not continuing further?" Amitya was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

Jack looked back and spoke lightly: "Let’s improve your strength when we get back. Your weakness is limiting the display of my power; I’m not confident I could crush the Demons on the ninety-ninth floor, let alone the stronger Evil Gods below."

Amitya was Jack Clark’s Contractor, allowing him to anchor within the world, preventing his True Body from being suppressed and rejected by the rules due to its excessive strength.

Too weak, blame her. Amitya stuck out her tongue.

Of course, there is another reason Jack felt the gains weren’t substantial enough.

Through today’s test, Jack had not only confirmed God-given power as Origin but also keenly noticed loopholes in the power structure of this world.

In the judgment of World Rules, Jack is considered Amitya’s Contractor.

Therefore, the Demons he kills are all counted on her, and when rewards are distributed, the ’loophole’ appears above her head, with God-given powers branching out a portion to Jack.

After hundreds of tests, Jack found this reward system to be very mechanical, lacking autonomous judgement functions.

Otherwise, it would have detected his anomalies at the first instance, realizing that with Amitya, a Three-Star Valkyrie’s power, it is impossible to kill Labyrinth Demon Kings of nine stars and above.

So Jack wanted to try something.

When Amitya awakens her Valkyrie Power, he would release a bit of his Seal power, tamper with the contract to switch their roles, placing himself in the lead.

Besides, he would adjust the proportion of distribution between them, like Jack taking ninety-nine percent, and Amitya getting one percent. That way, he would gain even more Origin, while Amitya wouldn’t lose out.

After all, without Jack power-leveling with her, there’s no way she could have made it to the depths of the dungeon by herself, just standing aside and shouting ’666’ to earn a massive amount of God-given power.

...

By the time Jack Clark and Amitya stepped out from the Stone Gate, the sky had already darkened.

But the area around the World Tree was even more bustling, with plenty of vendors set up on both sides of the square shouting and selling various snacks, barbecue, and beer from all corners.

The heroes returning from their adventures set down their weapons and sat in groups, devouring meat and chugging beer enthusiastically.

Excitedly talking about how many Demons they’d chopped down today, what materials they got, energy crystals, and who was unlucky enough to get their chest ripped open by the leg-stabbing spider, drained of all their blood.

In the crowd, Amitya, with greasy hands holding green grilled skewers, said vaguely: "Jack, isn’t this stall’s rice fruit skewers delicious? "

"Not bad." Jack nodded, devouring the two green, succulent skewers in his hand.

Truth be told, this barbecue that looked like dark cuisine was indeed not bad, spicy and savory with the fragrance of dozens of fruits, more tempting than Jack’s stone slab barbecue.

At that moment, Amitya pointed towards a distant fire where a seven-meter long whole cow was being roasted: "The rice fruit skewers are just average here in the food square, but that place’s barbecue rainbow milk cow is really aromatic."

As she spoke, the purple-haired girl couldn’t help licking her lips: "The meat of the rainbow milk cow is tender, and with the owner’s secret recipe, the moment you eat it, your taste buds instantly explode."

"Plus, there’s that distinctive milky fragrance of the rainbow milk cow, which instantly transports one back to lying quietly in their mother’s arms as an infant, a sense of warmth and fulfillment."

...What kind of flavor is that? Even Jack is a bit dumbfounded this time.

Forget the fruit barbecue from a moment ago, the one in front is still acceptable, but what is that milk-flavored barbecue beef?

And, just below their feet is a dungeon swarming with Demons, don’t the heroes who skirmish by day find it discordant to frolic here at night?

That’s when cheers came from afar, and the girl with shining eyes urged: "Jack, the rainbow milk cow is about ready, we should rush over, or there’ll be none left."

"Alright, let’s have a taste." Jack agreed nonchalantly.

Seems like ever since he took Sherry Williams to see Doris Clark, Jack hadn’t really eaten anything, either cultivating or undergoing Closed-door Cultivation.

Today could be seen as an indulgence for the palate, a chance to sample the cuisine of another world.

Of course, Jack would not admit he was a bit curious about the scent of that rainbow milk cow, one bite to recall the milky taste of childhood, yeah right...

About five hours later, after being led by the purple-haired girl around the square sampling the delicacies, Jack had nearly tried everything tasty there was.

Leaving from the other end, Amitya’s stomach was noticeably larger, appearing like a pregnant woman two months along, her face filled with contentment.

But this was just a brief moment of relaxation, as after eating their fill, they moved onto more serious matters.

Soon, Jack and the purple-haired girl returned to the Valkyrie Cadet campus.

Because the academy occupies a vast space, every Valkyrie student’s dwelling is an individual two-story small building, with a touch of Western Medieval villa architecture and decor.

"Jack, I will need your help later."

Inside the room, Amitya said to Jack: "Us students of the Phantom God Series need to merge with a part of the Phantom Beast’s power at the Three-Star awakening in order to enter the Valkyrie form."

"No problem." Jack nodded.

Perfect timing: once Amitya merges with a ’bit’ of his power, it will be easier for Jack to proceed with his plans.

As soon as Jack finished speaking, the purple-haired girl slipped off her dress, revealing her smooth, fair back...