Chapter 480
Tang 3's Fall
A confident voice rang out behind them.
Everyone was startled and turned around abruptly.
Before them floated a black tower, dressed in a gorgeous witch's gown and wearing a pointed witch's hat.
The moment I saw the Black Tower.
The God of Light, Chang Gongwei; the God of Madness, Lei Xiang; and the Immortal Emperor, Hai Long—all of whom were once absolute god-kings in their respective worlds—simultaneously displayed expressions of awe and gratitude on their faces.
"Ms. Black Tower, it's a pleasure to see you again."
The God of Light, Chang Gongwei, bowed slightly.
"Ha, you did a good job. The favor you owe me is now wiped clean."
Black Tower waved his hand and said.
"Ms. Black Tower, are you standing on that side?"
The Heavenly Emperor Tianhen inquired.
"Is that even a question? You really are god-kings, can't you even tell? Stupid."
Black Tower said without any politeness, showing absolutely no courtesy whatsoever just because Chang Gongwei and the others were God Kings.
"Alright, let's just watch the show."
Qin Di and the others exchanged an awkward glance; they had indeed asked a foolish question.
For Tang San, who had already gone mad, every second of confinement was torture.
"Break open for me...!!!"
He let out a roar, and at this moment, the unfathomable divine power of the dual-god king was burned wildly and recklessly.
The chains binding his divine body, formed from the oath of Judah, began to creak and groan under the weight of their burden, and fine cracks even appeared on them.
The terrifying gravity exerted by the Star of Eden also began to become unstable.
Lu Jingming's face still wore that calm and composed smile, as if everything was still under his control.
But some people can't wait any longer.
At the edge of the battlefield, the Demon Queen, who had just completed the reconstruction of her divine body, fixed her eyes, filled with resentment, on the person who was struggling madly—her greatest enemy in this life.
Right now.
A voice echoed in her heart.
This was not a rational judgment, but an instinct for revenge.
"Tang San... my husband's life, today, you must pay with your own!!!"
A resolute, morbid smile appeared on the Demon Emperor's face.
Instead of rushing forward again, she did something unexpected and crazy that surprised everyone.
She raised her hands high, as if embracing the entire sky.
Within her body, the core bestowed by Lu Jingming, containing the complete authority of the Herrscher of Thunder, began to operate frantically and overloaded in an unprecedented manner.
"In my name, liberation—the final form."
"Thunder roared, echoing through the deep sea."
"BOOM—!!!"
A massive bolt of purplish-black lightning, thick enough to pierce through the entire divine realm, descended from the sky and struck her fiercely.
But the raging lightning did not cause her any harm. On the contrary, it was absorbed by her body like nourishment.
Amidst the blinding lightning, her fiery and alluring human body began to expand wildly in a way that defied all the laws of life.
Flesh and blood were regenerating, bones were reorganizing, and huge, purplish-black scales, shimmering with lightning, burst forth from beneath her skin.
In the blink of an eye, a ferocious and terrifying deep-sea behemoth, over ten thousand feet long and seemingly capable of swallowing the sun, moon, and stars whole, took her place.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
At this moment, within the gaps of every scale of hers, the violent, destructive lightning belonging to the Herrscher of Thunder pulsed.
The moment she transformed into her true form, her enormous eyes, like two purple suns, locked onto Tang San, who was about to break free of his restraints.
Then, she opened her abyss-like maw, large enough to devour an entire continent.
Seeing this, Lu Jingming not only did not stop it, but with a thought, the oath of Judah and the Star of Eden that bound Tang San were instantly released.
Having regained his freedom, Tang San hadn't even had a chance to launch his next attack on Lu Jingming.
An irresistible force enveloped his entire body.
He instinctively turned around and saw a gaping maw, large enough to blot out the entire sky, rushing towards him to devour him.
Tang San roared and tried to escape, but it was too late.
The enormous mouth closed.
Along with Tang San's tiny figure and his unwilling roar, they were swallowed into that endless world inside his belly, composed of lightning and darkness.
"Hahaha... Hahaha... Tang San, can you feel it?! This is the despair my husband felt back then!!"
The Demon Emperor's maniacal and exhilarating laughter echoed throughout the entire realm of gods.
Immediately afterwards, an even more terrifying and ominous aura erupted from the enormous whale's body.
Her divine tablet is burning.
Her soul was boiling.
She's going to self-destruct.
She would use her entire life, soul, divine position, and the complete Herrscher core as a price to completely erase Tang San, the enemy she hated to the core, from this world.
"To be able to kill you with my own hands... to avenge my husband... it's all worth it..."
"See you... in hell, Tang San!!!"
This was the last sound she left in the world.
Lu Jingming's face was expressionless.
The Demon Emperor wanted revenge, even if it meant mutual destruction, and he would grant her that wish.
Anyway, she can be resurrected in the Pantheon.
But Tang San cannot.
"boom--!!!!!!!!!"
An absolute explosion, indescribable in any language, occurred.
A purplish-black sun, containing endless destructive energy, suddenly shone brightly in the center of the divine realm.
The light was so dazzling that even the high and mighty god-kings had to temporarily close their eyes.
Immediately following was a shockwave powerful enough to overturn the entire divine realm.
Even though the space in the realm of gods is tens of thousands of times more stable than that in the lower realm.
But at this moment, in the face of this self-destruction triggered by a god sacrificing everything, it still appears so fragile.
Space, like a shattered mirror, broke into pieces, revealing beneath it patches of dangerous, pitch-black nothingness filled with temporal and spatial turbulence.
The entire divine realm trembled violently and wailed in the explosion.
When the light finally faded.
The core of the explosion has transformed into a massive, bottomless black hole that continues to devour the surrounding light and matter.
However, right at the edge of that black hole, a blood-soaked, battered figure stubbornly survived.
It's Tang San.
But he was merely alive.
His left arm had been severed at the shoulder.
His legs also disappeared.
His divine armor had long since turned to dust.
His handsome face was now a bloody mess, barely recognizable as a human figure.
The life force of the God-King is so tenacious.
Even with that level of self-destruction at the core, he still survived.
But that was all. He no longer had the slightest power to resist.
His eyes, at this moment, were filled with only a deathly gray blankness.
It was at this moment that...
A golden streak of light, like lightning piercing the night, shot out from afar.
It's Wang Qiu'er.
Her face was expressionless.
She used all her divine strength to hurl the golden dragon spear in her hand.
"Pfft!"
The Golden Dragon Spear pierced Tang San's heart with pinpoint accuracy, the very heart that sustained his life.
The excruciating pain finally brought a flicker of expression to Tang San's numb face.
He lowered his head, looking at the dragon spear that should have belonged to his daughter, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes.
Followed by.
A sinister purple trail flashed past his eyes.
It's Bibi Dong.
The Rakshasa Scythe in her hand drew a beautiful yet deadly arc.
A bloody, mangled head shot into the sky.
Finally, there is Qian Renxue.
She held the angelic sword high in her hand, and on its golden blade burned a golden, sun-like fire powerful enough to incinerate everything.
"It's all time to end it all."
Her cold voice was like a final judgment.
A flash of fire.
Both Tang San's headless remains and his head, still suspended in mid-air, were completely burned and vaporized in the extreme flames, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
A mighty god-king.
He was once the protagonist of the Douluo Continent series.
The two gods are one: the Sea God and the Asura God, Tang San.
No remains were found.
……
When Tang San, the former protagonist, perished completely in an extremely tragic and humiliating manner.
On the other side of the battlefield, the final outcome also arrived.
"Roar--!!!"
The Golden Dragon King let out a roar of resentment and anger.
He was outmaneuvered.
Just now, the core of the Rock Herrscher within him, which had always provided him with a continuous and enormous source of energy, enabling him to control gravity, suddenly fell silent without warning.
It's as if someone pressed the power button on it.
Without the energy support of the Herrscher core and the gravitational power that could distort space and restrict the movement of enemies, he instantly transformed from a berserk war god capable of fighting multiple enemies into a caged beast with brute strength but constantly restrained.
The golden threads woven by Aglaia no longer break at the slightest touch, unlike before.
They, like the most resilient spider web, layer upon layer, bound his enormous dragon body.
Cerberus, representing the power of law, was finally able to descend upon him without hindrance, forcibly suppressing his raging divine power.
The colossal wave, carrying the weight of the entire ocean, that Hazel unleashed crashed head-on into his dragon body, tearing apart and crushing his proud, indestructible golden dragon scales piece by piece.
Istaru, on the other hand, directly placed her hand on his head.
"Your time has come."
She said softly.
The Golden Dragon King felt that his life force, his surging power, and his long lifespan were all being drained away at an incredible speed.
His golden dragon scales began to dim.
His strong dragon body began to wither and die.
He was aging and weakening at a visible rate.
"No...it's impossible...why is this happening?!" he roared in despair.
The only response he received was Gu Yuena's pair of purple eyes.
"ended."
At this moment, the silver dragon spear in her hand condensed the seven most primordial elemental powers: water, fire, earth, wind, light, darkness, and space.
The seven powers merged perfectly at the tip of her spear, transforming into a single point of primordial light, a chaotic light capable of annihilating everything.
Then, she plunged the spear fiercely into the Golden Dragon King's massive, already fragile head.
The Golden Dragon King's enormous dragon eyes suddenly widened.
The madness, tyranny, and resentment in his eyes faded at an extremely rapid pace, leaving only a deathly grayness.
he died.
This mad king, who inherited half of the Dragon God's power and was obsessed with destruction and revenge, did not die unjustly.
Unbeknownst to him, the Herrscher core that made him unprecedentedly powerful was, from the very beginning, a trap set by Lu Jingming for him.
Back then, Lu Jingming helped him break free from the forbidden area of the God Realm, but only to use him to disrupt the situation in the God Realm and restrain Tang San's power.
Tang San is now dead.
His role as a chess piece has come to an end.
The Golden Dragon King, with its excessive destructive desires and complete lack of control, has transformed from a useful pawn into a potential problem for Lu Jingming.
Since it's a nuisance, it should be eliminated.
Moreover, Gu Yuena is his woman.
Choosing between a tool dragon and one's wife is not even a question that needs to be considered.
Gu Yuena slowly took out a golden divine core that was still radiating immense divine power from the Golden Dragon King's dissipating dragon body.
She looked at the divine core, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
But it was quickly replaced by determination.
Lu Jingming had told her.
The position of Dragon God has a pitfall.
That was the divine position of a loser.
If she chooses to devour the Golden Dragon King and reclaim her position as Dragon God.
Then she will be trapped forever in this dead end where the ending was already predetermined.
So she gave up.
She chose to believe in her man.
She wants to forge a completely new path that belongs to her.
……
"Alas... old fox, you've lost after all."
In the distance, Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotions, looked at Tang San, who had not even left ashes, and the Golden Dragon King, who was slowly dissipating, and sighed deeply.
The sigh contained regret, emotion, and a sense of desolation at the end of an era.
The evil god Ji Dong and the benevolent god Lie Yan were also pale-faced, their expressions extremely complicated.
They silently put away their weapons, no longer confronting the Mirror Stream, who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.
Jingliu also sheathed his sword. (End of Chapter)