Chapter 666
Legend : The Scepter of Ten Thousand Weapons, the Dragon Crown, and the Shadow Throne!
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Cohen, and they were fully open to their senses, waiting to see what kind of strange phenomenon he would trigger.
Is it sword energy soaring to the heavens, with all weapons paying homage? (This fits his identity as a master of Dragon Seal weapons)
Or is it the dragon's shadow soaring in the sky, its power overwhelming? (Matching the pure dragon's might emanating from him)
Or is it some more unexpected and unprecedented scene?
Of course, the most important question is: how far will the Cohen Legendary Anomalous Phenomenon extend?
Can it cover this plain?
Could it affect the entire Efein Empire?
Can it reach, or even surpass, the scale of when Yadel froze the northwestern continent?
Furthermore, through this phenomenon, they can glimpse the core rules that Cohen has mastered, and also predict the characteristics and fighting style of his future legendary domain.
This is why, although the legendary powerhouses on the continent are mysterious, they are not completely strangers to each other.
The "appearance" during a promotion is often the most distinctive identity card.
silence.
The wind seemed to have stopped moving, and the clouds seemed to have stopped moving.
After the energy subsided, the plain fell into an absolute silence, almost like a vacuum.
Cohen closed his eyes, showing no sign of any power leaking from his body, as calm as a statue.
But everyone could sense that a hidden power was accumulating rapidly within him.
Sudden--
"Boom!"
A muffled thud came from deep within Cohen's chest.
The sound was not like a heartbeat, but like an invisible giant hammer, which slammed solidly into the invisible barrier of rules that enveloped the world.
It is somber, heavy, and carries a raw, powerful sense of strength that is deeply moving!
Then came the second sound, the third sound...
The sound grew louder and deeper.
The sound reached the ears of everyone on the plain clearly, as if striking their very souls.
Each "thump" sound seemed to resonate with the earth beneath their feet, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
It harmonized with the sky above, causing the clouds to swirl and roll.
It resonated with the surrounding space, causing the light to be subtly distorted.
Amidst the resounding thuds, like the beating of war drums or the heartbeat of the world, Cohen opened his eyes.
The golden light in his eyes was gone, as was any of the previous unusual color; only a pure, utterly dark shadow remained.
Within the shadows, it seemed as if countless stars were being born and dying, and endless rules were intertwined.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm open, facing upwards, as if to lift something up.
Just as he opened his palm—
"boom--------!!!"
An indescribable roar, centered on Cohen, instantly spread to every corner of the entire Prime Material Plane!
The plains are shaking!
The mountains are shaking!
The ocean is shaking!
The sky is shaking!
Air, water, rocks, vegetation, buildings... all the matter that makes up the world is vibrating at the same amplitude.
Not just the Prime Material Plane!
Within the divine realm, all the deities who sat atop their radiant thrones and remained to guard their divine kingdoms suddenly opened their eyes at this moment.
In certain layers of the abyss, the roaring demon lords suddenly stopped fighting and looked towards the direction of the prime plane with surprise and uncertainty.
On the scorched plains of hell, the cunning demon lord's contract scroll slipped from his hand and fell to the ground as he horrifiedly sensed the fluctuations that had pierced through the dimensional barrier.
The elves' forests of life, the dwarves' mountain kingdoms, the ancient dragons of the overseas dragon islands, and even those demiplanes and elemental frontiers that drift in the astral plane and are attached to the prime material plane...
All living beings, entities, and regions closely connected to the Prime Material Plane felt an indescribable sense of oppression at this moment.
It was not the oppression of force, the impact of energy, or the intimidation of spirit.
It was a deeper kind of loneliness, deathly stillness, emptiness, seemingly originating from the very essence of shadow.
A sense of presence more suffocating than the deepest darkness, more unsettling than absolute silence.
It was as if something ancient yet long forgotten had awakened and announced its arrival to the entire material world.
Just as everyone was at a loss, a metallic clang filled with the aura of iron and bloodshed exploded deep within the consciousness of every living being.
That was the clash of swords and spears, the clamor of ten thousand soldiers, the roar of battle, and the hammering of weapons during forging.
It is a symphony of war formed by the sounds of all concepts related to "weapons," "war," "weapons," and "conquest" mixed together!
This sound was purer, more vast, and more soul-stirring than the clanging of weapons that often accompanied Ares, the God of War, in his realm of beacon fires.
It was as if the very concept of weapons came alive at that moment, cheering, rejoicing, and welcoming their true master!
"It's a rule related to weapons!"
"Sure enough, it perfectly matches his profession 'Dragon Seal - Weapon Master'!"
"The rules of war, or a more specific set of weapon rules?"
On the ground and in the sky, countless powerful individuals instantly understood.
This massive spectacle of war clearly points to the core rules that Cohen mastered after breaking through to the legendary rank, which must be related to weapons, war, and conquest.
This aligns with his past fighting style and professional characteristics.
However, some beings with extremely keen senses, such as the gods and top demigods like Grenus Tang, frowned slightly.
This rule isn't weak, but... it seems to be lacking something.
It seems somewhat mismatched with that vast and wondrous phenomenon that initially resounded throughout all planes, causing all things to tremble.
As if to confirm their lingering doubts, just as the sounds of war reached their peak.
A dragon's roar, seemingly from the source of the river of time, instantly drowned out all the sounds of war, resounding deep within the souls of every living being who heard the clashes.
Immediately afterwards, a pure and vast dragon's might erupted from Cohen, sweeping across the material plane.
This dragon's might even make the souls of all dragonborn and sub-dragons tremble, and they couldn't help but want to prostrate themselves in worship.
"what?"
"Dragon's might, such pure and ancient dragon's might!"
"This...this is the rudimentary form of the rules of dragon power. He...he has also mastered the rules related to dragons?"
"impossible!
How could one person simultaneously trigger two completely different rule-related phenomena while breaking through to the legendary level?
Shock!
Unbelievable shock!
The deities of the Dragon God system, in particular, felt it most strongly.
They could clearly discern that this dragon's might was not simply the staining of dragon blood or the aura of dragon descendants, but rather a resonance and manifestation of the power of the "primordial dragon's" rules!
Bahamut stared intently at Cohen, his previous speculations about Asuna Iliad's identity instantly connecting with the pure, ancient dragon-law phenomenon he was experiencing.
An astonishing conjecture began to grow wildly in his mind!
However, before anyone could recover from the series of strange visions—
The third vision has arrived.
This time, there was no sound.
Only the pure shadow, seemingly capable of devouring all light and color and defining the concept of "darkness."
It didn't erupt from a certain point, but seemed to have always existed there, behind everything, behind the light, at the bottom of all colors, in the shadow of order, in the gaps of chaos.
In every part of the material plane, whether the sky is clear or overcast; in every ocean, whether calm or turbulent; on every mountain peak, whether snow-capped or verdant; in every forest, whether vibrant or desolate; above every wasteland, every city, every village, and every house…
Above the "sky" of all subordinate planes and demi-planes...
Beyond the walls of the kingdom of the gods...
At the edge of that filthy crevice in the abyss...
Above the scorched earth of hell...
It is everywhere and all-encompassing.
It pierced through the clouds, disregarding day and night, and showered equally upon the earth and abyss, mountains and ravines, prosperity and desolation, sacredness and filth.
The mountains cannot stop it, for it is itself the shadow cast by the mountains.
The ocean cannot drown it, because it is reflected in the depths of every drop of water.
Darkness cannot engulf it, because it is itself a manifestation of "darkness," belonging to the "dark" aspect of the concept of light and darkness.
Under the omnipresent shadow, time seemed to slow down for a moment, space seemed to stabilize, order was given an invisible boost, and chaos seemed to subside a little.
Whether you are a farmer bending over in the fields, a warrior wielding a sword on the battlefield; a monk meditating in a tower, a child sleeping peacefully in bed; a bird soaring freely in the sky, a fish swimming silently in the deep water; a devout believer praying in a temple, or a homeless wanderer on the street...
At this moment, all living beings involuntarily raised their heads, feeling the baptism of the concept of "darkness" that covers, shrouds, and defines everything.
silence.
A deathly silence.
On the plains, in the sky, in the realm of the gods, in the abyss, in hell... all beings who sensed these three extraordinary phenomena, whether mortals, legends, saints, or high-ranking deities...
Their faces were filled with the same emotion—an extreme shock that overturned their understanding! Three completely different, yet all vast and magnificent, phenomena that touched upon the very essence of the rules!
what does this mean?
This means that Cohen Corleone, at the very moment he stepped into the legendary rank, in the initial stage of condensing legendary artifacts and unfolding legendary domains, had already deeply resonated with at least three powerful world rules.
And they successfully guided and manifested their visions!
The rules of weaponry!
The rules of the dragon!
The rules of shadow!
Since the birth of beings in multiple dimensions, no one has ever been able to trigger and manifest more than two kinds of rule phenomena at the same time when breaking through to the legendary level!
Cohen remained suspended calmly above the plain.
His palms remained raised in the same position, but his eyes, reflecting the shadows and stars, became even more profound, as if they had devoured all the strange phenomena that had just manifested and melted them into the depths of his soul.
These three distinctly different rule anomalies did not arise out of thin air.
Aside from the shadow rules brought by Cohen's previous life, the rules of war that resounded through his soul and clashed with the clash of swords were closely related to his unique profession—"Dragon Seal Weapon Master"—and the mysterious and unpredictable "Unlimited Blade Works" domain.
That was the ultimate understanding and absolute control of the concept of "weapons," the prototype of the origin of all weapons resounding.
As for the pure, ancient, and terrifying rules of dragon power, they originated from the red dragon prince, Asuna Iliad, who was closest to him.
It is the result of close contact accumulated over time, the deep fusion of power and bloodline, and the resonance caused by the profound imprint left on him by the purest dragon blood, dragon power, and dragon energy.
Three powerful rules, three different sources and paths, no longer lie dormant undercurrents or scattered forces at the moment when Cohen broke through to the legendary level and underwent a fundamental leap in the essence of life and the level of the soul.
They have gained the recognition and blessing of the world's will, and have received an unprecedented opportunity for sublimation, beginning to move from concept to concrete form.
The moment of unity has arrived.
The first response was the omnipresent sounds of war and slaughter.
"Clang—!"
A clear, sharp whistle drowned out all the remaining echoes.
The resounding clang of metal echoed across multiple dimensions, like soldiers responding to a king's command, frantically converging on Cohen's outstretched right palm from every corner of the world and from every echo of history.
Countless weapons gleaming with cold light spun wildly above Cohen's palm like a torrent of steel.
The light grew brighter and brighter, and the form became clearer and clearer!
Finally, all the weapons were put into action, and a scepter, entirely dark gold, flowing with a cold metallic light and an aura of immortality, silently floated in front of Cohen.
The scepter is covered with natural patterns that resemble those formed by the stacking and forging of millions of weapons, including sword marks, knife patterns, spear thorns, and shield imprints... as if it embodies the form and will of all weapons throughout history.
The staff head was not inlaid with gemstones, but rather a phantom of a golden longsword, shrunk countless times but still sharp and piercing, its tip pointing diagonally to the sky, exuding a chilling aura of slaughter that could cut through everything.
The Scepter of Ten Thousand Soldiers!
One of the legendary objects, the embodiment of the rule that governs all weapons and symbolizes the power of conquest and war!
The moment the scepter took shape, an invisible, sharp aura swept out from Cohen, and all the spectators on the plain, regardless of their strength, felt a stinging pain on their skin, as if an invisible blade had grazed them.
The weapons they carried, whether swords, axes, bows, crossbows, or staffs, trembled and hummed slightly, as if they were paying homage to their king!
Even Ares Beacon, the god of battle and war, couldn't help but glance at it slightly, sensing a faint sense of oppression emanating from this rule.
Before the radiance of the Scepter of Ten Thousand Soldiers had fully subsided, the desolate and ancient dragon roar resounded once more.
The power originating from the source of the dragon vein surged out of Cohen and gathered above his head.
Five-colored dragons—red, blue, green, black, and white—and metallic dragons—gold, silver, bronze, brass, and copper—as well as gem dragons, elemental dragons, fairy dragons, and chaos dragons… all these colors represent different dragon lineages but share the same essential origin, intertwining to form a constantly changing cloud of light.
Within the luminous clouds, it seemed as if countless phantoms of giant dragons were circling, chanting, and paying homage.
The light cloud contracted rapidly, and its shape solidified quickly.
A moment later, a crown with an ancient and majestic design, full of power and dominance, slowly appeared and hovered above Cohen's head.
The crown is entirely dark gold, and its main body is composed of the intertwined bodies of giant dragons. The dragon heads meet at the front of the crown, together supporting a gem that constantly shimmers with seven colors.
Every detail of the crown—scales, claws, and edges—is lifelike, radiating the pure, ancient, and supreme majesty of a dragon.
It's as if wearing it grants one the natural authority to rule over all dragons and even all dragon descendants and sub-dragon species.
Dragon Crown!
The second legendary object symbolizes the manifestation of the rules governing the supreme power and authority of the dragon race, the source of its bloodline!
The moment the crown appeared, Grenus Tang felt the golden dragon blood within him boil. A throbbing and sense of submission from the depths of his bloodline almost made him want to reveal his dragon form and bow in reverence.
He couldn't help but be horrified. He was a demigod, and he had never felt this way, not even when facing the Dragon God. Where did Cohen's dragon power come from?
Bahamut, the dragon god in the sky, confirmed his suspicions.
With military power in hand and the dragon crown atop his head.
Cohen's aura had risen to a terrifying height that was awe-inspiring.
However, this is not the end.
Finally, the deepest, most restrained, and most unsettling force began to surge.
The all-encompassing shadows now answered Cohen's call.
Endless shadows, like the deepest night, like nothingness that devours all light, silently seeped into the void behind Cohen.
There was no sound, no light, only darkness whose presence was constantly growing stronger.
Shadows flow and shape, forming the base, backrest, armrests, and decorations...
Before long, a towering, magnificent throne, seemingly existing since the dawn of the world at the end of darkness, slowly solidified behind Cohen.
The throne is entirely black, with intricate dark gold patterns carved on it.
The throne had an extremely high back, with a slowly rotating shadow disc inlaid at the top.
The throne exuded an aura of absolute stillness. It seemed to be the source of all shadows, the embodiment of the reverse side of order, and the final resting place of all things.
The Shadow Throne!
The third legendary object is the throne of rules that symbolizes the essence of shadow, defines existence and nothingness, and governs all concepts of "darkness"!
When the throne was fully revealed, an extremely heavy sense of oppression, like a real mountain, crashed down on the hearts of every living being present.
Not only the spectators on the plains, but even the divine avatars in the sky felt a slight weight on their divinity, as if an invisible weight was being placed upon their existence.
That is not the oppression of power, but the manifestation of status, the transcendence of essence.
This throne seems to represent a supreme "position" in itself, and its appearance naturally exerts an invisible suppression on all other existences!
The Scepter of Ten Thousand Soldiers!
Dragon Crown!
The Shadow Throne!
Three legendary objects, corresponding to three powerful rules, floated in front of, above, and behind Cohen, reflecting each other and radiating terrifying auras and rule fluctuations that were distinctly different yet perfectly integrated.
Cohen slowly lowered his outstretched right hand and firmly grasped the floating scepter of ten thousand soldiers.
The moment the scepter was in hand, all sounds of war ceased abruptly, transforming into a restrained sharpness that enveloped the scepter.
He tilted his head slightly, and the floating dragon crown, as if drawn by an invisible hand, slowly fell and rested on his head.
At the moment the crown was bestowed, all the dragon's roar and might were contained within the crown, leaving only the dark gold and flowing gems to reveal its inherent supreme majesty.
Then, Cohen, holding the scepter and wearing the crown, stepped up the invisible stairs and walked towards the towering and magnificent Shadow Throne behind him.
Finally, he walked to the throne, turned around, faced the countless shocked gazes on the plain, and the gazes of the gods in the sky, and slowly sat down.
Om-! ! !
The instant he fully sat upon the throne of shadow—
The three legendary objects—the scepter, the crown, and the throne—simultaneously radiated an unprecedented brilliance.
The sharp, metallic light of weapons, the seven-colored dragon's glow, and the deep, eerie light of shadows.
Three beams of light shot into the sky, intertwined, and merged into a chaotic pillar of light that seemed to contain all the rules and mysteries of the world. It pierced through the sky, shook the void, and illuminated the sky in countless corners of the multiverse!
Subsequently, the three legendary artifacts each evolved into three legendary realms—
The realm of Unlimited Blade Works where all the soldiers reside!
The realm of the soaring dragons of the Dragon Kingdom!
The realm of [Shadow Descent] has descended!
After the three major domains appeared, a rumbling sound followed—
A more intense and widespread tremor than when the world's will had previously recognized it swept across the prime material plane and all its closely related realms once again.
This time, it's not just a physical tremor, but a resonance and upheaval at the level of rules!
"Oh my god, what is that?"
Has another deity been born?
"It seems to be the same phenomenon that appeared when I broke through to the legendary level!"
"My God, what kind of legendary breakthrough could have such power? This is simply... simply comparable to the ascension to godhood recorded in ancient texts!"
Countless planes, and countless beings who sensed this chaotic pillar of light piercing the universe and the upheaval of its rules, were horrified and cried out in alarm.
Many ancient beings were awakened from their slumber, gazing blankly toward the direction of the material plane, bewildered by this incredible sight that resembled both ascension to godhood and a legendary breakthrough, yet was millions of times more vast than any ordinary breakthrough.
The pillar of chaotic light slowly receded, eventually merging into the Shadow Throne beneath Cohen, becoming one with the Scepter of Ten Thousand Weapons in his hand and the dragon crown atop his head.
Cohen sat high on the Shadow Throne, holding the scepter that commanded all soldiers, and wearing the crown that symbolized the supreme power of the dragon race.
His figure appeared incredibly tall, surrounded by the three legendary figures.
The gates of legend were not only opened for him.
With his very first step, he laid an immortal foundation that would make the gods take notice and shake the world!
Amidst the gods, all was deathly silent.
Ares Beacon's fighting spirit was boiling to its limit, but his hand holding the spear remained as steady as a rock. Only the flames dancing in his eyes revealed the overwhelming excitement and desire in his heart.
Bahamut Kinglight, the ancient dragon god, gazed at the young figure who wore a dragon crown, held a scepter of ten thousand weapons, and sat high on the Shadow Throne.
Ancient memories, dragon prophecies, and world upheavals flashed through his mind, which had endured countless years.
Silova, the god of the sky and storms, turned to Madora, the god of prophecy, breaking the suffocating silence among the gods:
"Such pure shadow power, Your Majesty the Prophet, could this Cohen's past life have been..." (End of Chapter)