Chapter 668
: The Four Peak Domains - The Kingdom of Myriad Laws - Infinite Combat - Undercurrents -
Almost as soon as Cohen finished speaking, four distinct yet equally powerful auras suddenly rose from the four forces.
The one coming from the direction of the Central Empire's Noble Academy was an elderly man wearing a magic robe with intricate dark gold patterns.
The old man had a stern and solemn face, and his body was filled with pure and surging magical energy.
Hector the Arcane Eye, a legendary high-ranking archmage and the most trusted court mage by Roosevelt Harper.
From the direction of the Eastern Empire came a bald man who was not particularly tall and had dragon scale tattoos covering half of his face.
The bald man's arms were bare; his muscles weren't exaggerated, but they exuded an explosive power, with a faint dark golden light flowing beneath his skin.
Ironscale Baherst, a legendary high-ranking warrior under Grenus Tang, is the commander of the Imperial Dragonblood Guard and is renowned for his physical strength and unparalleled combat skills.
The woman from the Southern Empire was tall and slender, wearing a form-fitting battle armor.
Wielding a slender trident, surrounded by the mysterious pressure of the deep sea, Sirenna, the "Song of the Siren," is Drummond Quinn's most trusted guardian of the deep sea, a high-ranking legendary figure who controls the power of tides and undercurrents.
Legend has it that she inherited the legacy of an ancient sea monster in a lost temple in the deep sea. Her songs can stir up the tides, and her stabs can communicate with the undercurrents. She is a combination of the sea and assassination.
Those coming from the direction of the Black Tomb were Cohen's "old acquaintances".
He wore an inconspicuous pure black robe, with the hood hanging low, covering most of his face, revealing only a pale and thin chin.
He held a short staff that seemed to be entwined with withered vines and unknown black bones. He did not have the surging magical power of Hector, the oppressive aura of Bahurst, or the mysterious deep-sea aura of Sienna, yet he still made people feel inexplicably uneasy.
Nactus Warren, the most trusted direct disciple of the Three Tomb Masters, is recognized as one of the most powerful, unpredictable, and terrifying figures in the entire Black Tomb Legendary tier, possessing the deepest and most terrifying understanding of the laws of darkness.
Four legends, four individuals with distinct styles and paths, but all undoubtedly standing at the pinnacle of mortal power.
They silently stepped out of their respective camps, forming a loose semi-circle that subtly surrounded Cohen, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.
A clash of five legends, one of whom has just completed an unprecedented triple legendary domain condensation, comprehending the existence of three rules... This is destined to be a battle that will go down in history!
Ares Beacon, the god of battle and war, let out an unrestrained, excited laugh.
The towering avatar, shrouded in crimson divine flames, stepped forward and arrived directly above the battlefield.
His eyes, burning with golden-red flames of battle, swept over the five people facing each other below, and his voice, like the clash of metal, resounded throughout the plain:
"I haven't seen such an exciting battle in tens of thousands of years! Great!"
I, the Emperor, will personally preside over this duel!
Ares's gaze fell on Cohen, paused for a moment, and the burning fighting spirit in his eyes almost burned through the void.
Then, he suddenly raised his arm, spread his fingers, and grabbed hard at the open plain below:
"Since we're going to fight, let's fight to the bitter end!"
Feeling constrained by this material world, I imagine His Majesty Corleone would not wish for his capital to be destroyed!
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang was heard.
Space was brutally torn apart by Ares' divine power, which contained the rules of war and destruction.
A massive spatial rift appeared out of nowhere above the plain, its edges flowing with lava and crimson lightning.
The interior of the rift was not a dark void, but a vast and desolate world.
The earth was dark red, and three crescent moons of blood hung in the sky.
A violent fighting spirit, a murderous aura, and chaotic energy surged forth from the crack.
Ares's voice boomed like a war drum, carrying an undeniable authority:
"The battlefield has been prepared for you."
The rules are also very simple.
Walk out alive, or be carried out!
There are no time limits, no rules, use all your strength and employ all your methods!
Let me see just how dazzling the power of legend can be!
His blood-red gaze swept over Hector, Bahurst, Sirona, and Nactus, finally settling on Cohen once more:
"The four of you, whether you take turns attacking or all at once, it's up to you, as long as you win!"
"As for you, Cohen Corleone!"
Ares grinned, revealing a ferocious and excited smile:
"Let me, let the gods, let this entire world see just how powerful your unprecedented triple legendary domain truly is!"
Ares's arm, burning with the flames of war, swung downwards with a sudden movement:
"start!!!"
At Ares's command, Hector, Bahurst, Sirona, and Nactus transformed into four streams of light of different colors, directly entering the massive spatial rift and disappearing into the blood-red sub-plane.
Cohen raised his eyelids and calmly glanced at the divine incarnations high in the sky, then at Aetheril and Daphne, whose expressions were complicated.
Finally, he gently kissed Adel beside him, gave Isabella and the others a reassuring look, smiled slightly, and disappeared from the spot.
The next instant, they appeared before the entrance to the crimson sub-plane and stepped inside.
All five legends have entered!
Ares waved his hand, and the massive spatial rift instantly stabilized.
At the same time, the scene inside the sub-plane, like a dynamic, enormous painting, was clearly projected onto the sky above the plain.
To ensure that everyone on the plains can watch the earth-shattering battle that is about to take place in the next dimension without any obstruction!
"Watch closely, mortals."
Ares's deep voice echoed across the desolate plain.
"This is the legendary war."
A crimson waning moon, a desolate land, raging energy turbulence... and five figures standing in five directions, their auras rising without reservation.
The legendary battle, with the gods themselves opening the battlefield and overseeing the arbitration, has officially begun!
……
A crimson waning moon hung high in the sky, the barren earth exposed dark red rocks, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and blood.
This is a temporary battlefield casually created by Ares, the God of War. It is sturdy and wild, capable of withstanding the full force of a Saint-level warrior.
Hector, Bahurst, Sirona, and Nactus, four legendary figures from different factions, each renowned and powerful, stand in four different directions.
Their eyes were fixed on the only figure in the room—Cohen Corleone.
There were no small talk, no probing, not even any extra eye contact.
Cohen's legendary breakthrough phenomenon, which was so powerful it defied all comprehension, the three legendary artifacts that rose simultaneously, the three domains that shook multiple dimensions, and the scene that drew the personal attention of the gods...
All of this shattered the last trace of contempt they might have harbored because of the other party's recent breakthrough.
Faced with such an illogical monster, any carelessness or reservation could be fatal.
Go first!
Go all out!
Expand the territory!
Almost simultaneously, four distinct yet equally powerful and terrifying fluctuations of rules erupted from the four individuals.
Like four ferocious beasts that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years, they broke free of their restraints and couldn't wait to tear everything in front of them apart.
"Om-"
A sound, as if billions of magical runes were simultaneously humming, emanated from Hector Arcane Eye.
His stern face was expressionless, and his gray hair flew backward in an invisible torrent of magic.
He slowly raised his withered hands, palms facing upwards, as if he were supporting some invisible weight.
Behind him, space began to distort, light was swallowed up, and soon, a huge eyeball made of dark blue arcane energy slowly emerged and hovered above his head.
His eyes were cold and indifferent, with countless tiny and intricate magical runes and geometric patterns flowing within his pupils, as if he had seen through the mysteries and origins of all magic in the world.
This is the legendary embodiment of Hector – the Arcane Eye!
This eyeball is the core of his power, a symbol of his exploration of arcane truth, and the source of his title.
Speaking of his power, it even has an inextricable connection with the arcane empire that has long been buried in the dust of history.
Back then, the young Hector, during an adventure, accidentally discovered a hidden laboratory left behind by the Arcane Empire, and by chance obtained part of the legacy and research notes of an ancient top arcane master.
It was through this legacy that he was able to touch and wield "arc magic," an energy form that was different from conventional elemental magic, closer to the underlying rules of the world, and more bizarre and powerful.
He eventually rose through the ranks to become the most powerful legendary-level transcendent being recognized by the Central Empire.
With the appearance of the Arcane Eye, Hector's legendary domain was also fully revealed.
Legendary Realm – [Land of All Laws]!
Centered on his feet, a strange territory, constantly shifting with seven-colored magical light, rapidly expanded.
In this territory, there are no mountains or rivers, no plants or living beings, only countless floating magical runes, energy circuits and threads of law.
They intertwine and weave together to form an incredibly complex and precise three-dimensional magical network, like a kingdom composed purely of "spells" and "rules"!
The Kingdom of All Laws has a simple and direct domain characteristic, yet it is so domineering that it is suffocating—copying!
Within his domain, any form of magical attack, whether a world-destroying forbidden spell or a sinister and insidious curse, will be instantly analyzed and recorded by the domain as soon as it enters the territory of this "kingdom".
It immediately copies a spell with the exact same power, attributes, and even trajectory, and then uses it to blast the caster back at the caster.
A classic case of using their own methods against them!
Engaging in a magical duel with Hector within this area is equivalent to fighting both yourself and Hector simultaneously, making it a nightmare for spellcasters!
"Roar--!!!"
Almost simultaneously with the unfolding of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Laws, a violent roar, a mixture of dragon's cry and beast's howl, exploded from the other side.
Ironscale Bahurst, the silent dragonblood warrior, crouched slightly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and suddenly jerked outwards.
Dark golden light surged wildly from beneath his skin, and his arms, which were already full of explosive power, bulged violently, with layers of dark golden armor, like dragon scales or metal, crackling as they covered him.
In an instant, a pair of menacing golden gauntlets formed.
This is the embodiment of his legend—the Iron Scale Fist Armor!
It is the crystallization of his dragon blood, fighting spirit, will, and combat instinct!
With a deep roar from Baherst, a tyrannical force of rules erupted with a heavy step he took. A massive, ancient arena materialized around his feet.
At the edge of the arena, broken stone pillars and the phantom of chains stood tall, and the ground was covered with dried bloodstains and dents left by the battle.
The entire arena was filled with the most primal and bloody fighting atmosphere!
The legendary domain of this Dragonblood Warrior: [Infinite Combat]!
The rules of this domain are domineering and singular—magic is forbidden! Techniques are forbidden! Only close-quarters combat is permitted!
Any being who steps into this arena will have their magic power, mental power, and even the energy of any ranged attacks severely suppressed and interfered with by the rules of the domain.
The only things allowed are the purest physical strength, combat skills, and close-quarters fighting!
For Baherst, whose body was honed to an inhuman level by the mixed blood of various powerful dragons, this was practically a tailor-made home ground for him.
Once the enemy is drawn into his [Infinite Fight] domain, the outcome is often already decided before the battle even begins!
"Waaah—"
A mournful song rose from the third direction.
Siren's Song: Sirina stood silently, the tip of the slender trident in her hand beginning to flow with a ghostly blue light.
She softly hummed an ancient song that no one could understand, and the mysterious pressure from the deep sea around her suddenly increased to its extreme.
Behind her, it was as if an invisible hand had torn open a rift connecting to the endless deep sea.
The surging, salty seawater phantom roared and rushed out.
Immediately afterwards, a huge phantom of an ancient sea monster slowly emerged, surrounding her and silently opening its arms.
This is the embodiment of her legend—the Siren's Embrace.
"Undercurrents!"
Sirena parted her red lips slightly and uttered the name of her domain.
There was no earth-shattering spectacle, only a boundless, unfathomable dark ocean, spreading silently from her center.
In an instant, the dark red earth beneath her feet vanished, replaced by a deep blue expanse of turbulent waves and lurking undercurrents, the air thick with moisture and the pressure of the deep sea.
The Tidal Currents Realm! The core rule that Sirina comprehended is manipulation and control.
Controlling all water flows within the domain (including "flows" at the energy level), triggering destructive tides, and creating deadly undercurrents and whirlpools.
More importantly, her domain has an almost absolute suppression and restraint on all fire-attribute powers.
Any fire-type superhuman who enters this place will have their strength greatly reduced.
Furthermore, when her domain power is maximized, she can briefly summon the phantom of a deep-sea mythical beast from ancient mythology to fight for her.
Finally, there's Nactus Warren.
This eerie being from the Black Tomb maintained its ghostly silence.
"Boom..."
After a soft sound like a bubble bursting, starting from his feet, a patch of gray-black earth quickly "polluted" the surrounding blood-red land.
Withered, twisted black plant phantoms emerged from the ground, and crooked, broken tombstones and crosses stood scattered about.
A gray mist, carrying the scent of decay and death, spread silently.
Nactus's legendary domain is similar to the domains comprehended by most of the powerful beings in the Black Tomb, yet it is far more profound and unsettling—[The Graveyard of the Dead]!
In this cemetery, Nactus reigns supreme.
He can summon ancient undead slumbering in the earth and shadows at will, communicate with evil demonic phantoms from the lower realms, and command them to fight for him.
The rules of death and shadow intertwine here, eroding vitality and weakening the soul.
This is a land born of death and enslavement.
Rumble!!!
The domains of the four legendary peak powerhouses were unleashed without reservation.
The seven-colored magical light of the Land of All Laws, the dark gold arena of endless combat, the deep blue ocean with its surging tides, the gray-black silence of the Cemetery of the Dead...
Four distinct yet powerful rules, each strong enough to suffocate even ordinary legends, were like four ferocious beasts, frantically eroding the space of this blood-red sub-plane.
The entire sub-plane groaned under the oppressive weight of these four terrifying domains.
The crimson waning moon in the sky flickered uncertainly, and the earth trembled violently, cracking open deep ravines!
At the heart of all this, at the intersection and target of the four terrifying rules, is Cohen Corleone.
He remained standing there quietly.
Shadows flowed beneath his feet, the low growls of dragons echoed in his ears, and countless phantoms of weapons rose and fell behind him.
Faced with the full power of four legendary peak-level beings, and the terrifying pressure that seemed poised to burst the entire sub-plane.
Cohen slowly raised his head.
……
The main plane, above Florence.
The spatial projection, maintained by the divine power of Ares, the god of war, clearly reflected the suffocating scene within the blood-red sub-plane.
The four legendary peak experts unleashed their respective legendary domains without reservation. The four distinct yet equally terrifying rule powers, like four vast nets, enveloped the lone figure in the center of the arena.
On the plain, hundreds of thousands of spectators held their breath, their eyes fixed on the projection.
Almost everyone had the same question swirling in their minds, a question that overturned their understanding of the legendary tier:
One person, simultaneously possessing three legendary domains.
This is indeed unprecedented and unbelievable.
The problem is that, as we all know, when legendary powerhouses fight, they can usually only fully unleash one legendary domain and utilize one of the most core rule powers.
Maintaining a legendary realm requires an enormous amount of mental energy, willpower, and a profound understanding and absolute control over the rules.
Simultaneously developing and utilizing two fields?
That's practically impossible, let alone three!
Cohen Corleone, this freak who has just broken through and condensed three legendary artifacts, how will he utilize these three domains?
Should we use them sequentially, switching between them to target the enemy? Or...?
Nobody knows the answer.
The gods watched in silence. Roosevelt, Gnus, Drummond, and others clenched their fists tightly, not daring to miss a single detail.
next second.
In the crimson sub-plane, Cohen, who was firmly locked in place by the pressure of the four major domains, made a move.
He slowly raised his hand, and Shadow was the first to respond.
Darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, surged wildly from the shadows beneath his feet like a living tide, instantly coalescing to form once more the majestic Shadow Throne.
roar--!!!
A dragon's roar reverberated throughout the sub-plane, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from above Cohen's head.
The magnificent, majestic dragon crown, adorned with dragon reliefs and jewels, reappeared and rested firmly on his head.
The immense dragon might originating from his bloodline spread outwards from him with a roar.
The three crimson crescent moons in the sky seemed to dim slightly under the dragon's might.
Finally, Cohen extended his right hand and made a clenching motion in mid-air.
"Clang—!!!"
A clear, sharp, and soul-piercing metallic tremor resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Countless phantom images of weapons—longswords, heavy axes, spears, halberds, bows and arrows, staves… known, unknown, broken, complete, gleaming with cold light, wreathed in flames, flowing with lightning…
Like an erupting volcano, like a galaxy flowing backward, it surged wildly from the void behind him, eventually coalescing into a simple and ancient-looking staff that flowed with chaotic light—the Staff of Ten Thousand Weapons!
The three legendary artifacts—the Shadow Throne, the Dragon Crown, and the Scepter of Arms—are revealed once again.
Like three loyal and powerful monarchs, they guard their master!
"What...what does he want to do?"
On the plain, someone cried out in alarm.
Summoning three physical entities simultaneously—the energy consumption must be terrifying. Could he possibly be planning to…?
Before everyone could finish guessing...
Seated atop the Shadow Throne, wearing a dragon crown, Cohen grasped the scepter of ten thousand weapons.
His arm muscles tensed slightly, and then he hurled the Staff of Ten Thousand Weapons, which seemed to embody the power of all weapons in the world, towards the location of the Archmage Hector Arcane Eye.
The action was simple and direct, but the effect was earth-shattering.
call out--!!!
The moment the Staff of Ten Thousand Soldiers was released from his hand, its form began to change drastically.
It was no longer a scepter, but transformed into a metal storm sweeping across the heavens and the earth, a constantly expanding and roaring domain composed of countless phantom images of weapons!
Legendary Realm - Unlimited Blade Works!
Boom! ...
The rules of "sharpness" and "destruction" that are pure to the extreme forcefully tore through space in front of Hector's "Land of All Laws," carving out its own territory.
It was a scene that could not be accurately described in words.
The sky was filled with countless weapons: longswords like a forest, spears like rain, giant axes like mountains, and bows and arrows like stars!
They were not still, but silently rotating and pulsating, each weapon radiating a chilling killing intent and sharpness.
The ground was strewn with broken blades, stained with dried blood and the marks of time, resembling the ruins of an eternal ancient battlefield.
The air was filled with the coldness of steel, the heat of blood and fire, and the chilling tremor of weapons thirsting for blood.
This was Cohen's response. (End of Chapter)