Chapter 669
A Decisive Strike, the Name of Cohen!
Cohen understood perfectly that the core rule of Hector's "Land of All Laws" was the replication of spells.
Any form of energy attack—magic, aura slash, elemental roar—as long as it falls under the category of "spells," will be instantly analyzed and copied upon entering his domain, turning against the caster.
Then he wouldn't use magic, but only the purest torrent of weapons and the most direct physical attacks!
These weapons are not ordinary iron, but ancient weapons from the depths of time, weapons of demons and gods that have long been lost to history, weapons that only exist in myths and epics, and divine weapons with the power to kill gods.
Although it was just a projection, a wisp of sharpness, it was enough to shatter the opponent's domain and rules!
Hector's [Land of All Laws] can copy "Fireball", "Lightning Strike", and "Dimensional Slash"... but it cannot copy a real "Spear of Longinus", nor can it copy "Frostmourne" that severed fate, much less "Leyvatine Flame" that burned the stars!
Unlimited Blade Works is precisely the natural enemy of the "Land of Laws," a realm that relies on analyzing and copying rules!
Almost as soon as the Unlimited Blade Works domain took shape, the attack began the instant it collided violently with the seven-colored magical aura of the Land of Ten Thousand Laws.
Without any additional instructions from Cohen, the endless torrent of weapons suspended in the sky above the Unlimited Blade Works domain, like a swarm of bloodthirsty sharks that had caught the scent of their prey, poured madly down toward the Land of Ten Thousand Laws where Hector was located.
That was not a spell, nor was it a form of energy.
Those were real weapons, thousands upon thousands of blades of different shapes and materials, each exuding an aura that was either ancient, sacred, evil, or violent!
Trailing colorful tails, they crashed into the intricate network of magical runes of the Land of Myriad Laws like a devastating meteor shower.
The first to be affected are the constantly operating basic magical runes on the outskirts of the Kingdom of All Laws.
A phantom of a bone battle axe burning with pale flames swept past and struck precisely a rune that was outlining a fire element structure.
Click!
The rune shattered instantly, exploding into countless specks of colorful magical dust.
The pale flames spread outwards, scorching the surrounding magical energy channels and emitting a sizzling sound.
Three runic arrows, swirling with cyan whirlwinds, were arranged in a triangular formation and embedded in a core runic array responsible for energy flow and stability.
boom!
The rune array flickered violently, its structure began to collapse, and in the chain reaction, a small area of the magical network instantly dimmed.
Copy? Parse?
The arcane eye above Hector's head was trying to capture the "composition" and "principles" of this torrent of weapons.
But the feedback was chaotic.
These weapons are incredibly diverse. Some contain broken rules, some carry the concept of guaranteed hit, some retain the resentment of killing gods, and some are simply the ultimate physical sharpness and weight... There is no single "magical model" to analyze them.
Not to mention, most of these are just projections of true-name weapons, not complete physical entities or energy structures, so the rules of replication are impossible to apply!
Bang bang bang bang bang-! ! !
The dense, cracking sound, like a torrential downpour pounding on banana leaves, echoed along the edge of the Land of All Laws.
Hector's vast and intricate magical kingdom was now like a crystal dome being pounded by millions of hammers. Countless floating runes, energy circuits, and threads of law were instantly shattered and disintegrated under the pure, violent physical bombardment.
The seven-colored magical light was quickly overwhelmed by the cold gleam of metal and the light projected from various weapons.
For the first time, Hector's usually stern and serious face showed a look of shock and disbelief.
His withered fingers moved rapidly as he chanted difficult and ancient incantations, attempting to mobilize the deeper power of the Kingdom of Myriad Laws, construct a stronger defense, or even unleash powerful offensive spells to counterattack.
But it didn't work.
The torrent of weapons in Unlimited Blade Works is too dense, too violent, and too unruly.
They simply and brutally smash, slash, and stab with the most primal kinetic energy and sharpness.
No matter how exquisite your magic or how bizarre your replication, it is as fragile as exquisite porcelain in the face of ridiculously high physical attacks.
In just a few breaths, the seemingly impenetrable outer defenses and rune network of the Kingdom of Myriad Laws were torn open by the torrent of weapons from the Infinite Blade Works, creating a huge gap.
Hector groaned, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The backlash from the violent destruction of his domain directly affected his mental and magical circuits.
The main plane was deathly silent.
Several demigods stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, at the subversive scene projected on the screen.
The reactions of the other spectators were almost identical.
So... the legendary realm can be used like this?
Simple, brutal, and outrageously effective.
Roosevelt Harper, a demigod from the Central Empire, showed no composure befitting a demigod; his face instantly turned ashen.
His most trusted court mage, the one known as the empire's strongest legend, Hector the Arcane Eye, who was almost unbeatable in the Kingdom of All Laws... was actually suppressed by the other party in such a "cheating" way in a single encounter.
While the spectators in the main plane were still immersed in the unreasonable and violent offensive of Unlimited Blade Works, and were still dumbfounded at the fact that Hector's Land of All Laws had been torn open, a scene that made their hearts almost stop playing was about to unfold again in the Crimson Sub-plane!
Cohen sat regally on the Shadow Throne, like a king who sat high in the center of the battlefield, calmly manipulating the pieces.
He didn't even glance at the Kingdom of Myriad Laws, which was teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of weapons, as if it were just a boring charade with a predetermined outcome.
His gaze calmly shifted to the other side—the Siren Song Sirena, and the dark, deep, turbulent realm behind her.
"Woo-woo-woo-woo-"
Sirona's tall figure stood atop the illusory image of the surging seawater, the trident in her hand emitting a ghostly blue light, her face filled with solemnity.
She was well aware of Hector's fighting prowess, but she was surprised that he was so easily overpowered by Cohen in a single exchange, which she found hard to accept.
Her red lips parted slightly as she continued to sing the dangerous, ancient siren song.
The tone suddenly rose, becoming sharper and more penetrating.
As her soaring song sang, the enormous phantom of an ancient sea monster behind her spread its arms even wider, as if to embrace the entire ocean and stir up even more terrifying tides and undercurrents.
She will launch the strongest attack first, using endless deep-sea pressure and deadly undercurrents to drag this dangerous opponent into the nightmare of the deep sea.
However, Cohen simply raised his finger slightly and tapped the top of his head.
The colossal dragon crown, radiating supreme dragon might, seemed to receive a silent command, and with a soft hum, it slowly floated up from above his head.
Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of horrified eyes, the dragon crown transformed into a golden streak of light, like a golden star rising in reverse, and flew straight toward Sirina's location.
"Roar--!!!"
The dragon's roar was no longer a low echo, but had transformed into a terrifying sound wave.
The dragon crown resounded throughout the entire sub-plane as it flew.
The golden light surged, instantly dispelling the dampness and gloom brought by the Sirina Domain.
Within the light, countless phantoms of dragons appeared—red dragons spewing flames, blue dragons riding thunder, green dragons spreading poisonous mist, black dragons corroding all things, and golden dragons majestic and sacred…
An ancient, primordial, supreme, and terrifying pressure, surpassing all living beings, descended with a deafening roar, like a tangible mountain.
Legendary Realm, Dragon Kingdom—Unfold!
Boom!
The golden dragon's might domain forcefully crashed into the dark blue tidal surge domain.
Two completely different realms, like two continents, collided violently.
The seawater is evaporating, and the golden light is eroding.
Sirina's high-pitched siren song suddenly changed tone, like a swan being choked, and even showed a hint of trembling and hoarseness that was hard to hide!
Bloodline suppression!
Absolute suppression originating from the deepest level of life!
Sirona inherited the power of the ancient sea monster.
The siren is indeed the overlord of the deep sea, a mythical creature that strikes fear into the hearts of countless sailors.
However, in the presence of the dragon, the dragon that is universally acknowledged throughout the multiverse as being at the very top of the pyramid of bloodlines and power, the siren's bloodline is naturally inferior by more than one head.
This is a hierarchical difference imprinted in the very origin of life, a view from above at the level of rules.
The rules of the Dragon Kingdom, empowered by the pure dragon power originating from the source of their bloodline, are even more awe-inspiring.
At this moment, the overwhelming dragon's might, like a prison, relentlessly pressed down on Sirona and the phantom of the ancient sea monster behind her.
"Ugh—!"
Sirona let out a painful groan, her delicate body trembled violently, and her face instantly turned ashen.
She felt the power within her, belonging to the favored ones of the deep sea, as if it had encountered prey from a natural enemy, its flow becoming extremely sluggish, and even beginning to uncontrollably flow backward and dissipate.
The enormous siren phantom behind them emitted a silent wail, its form flickering rapidly as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
The power of her domain, which she relied on to control the tides and undercurrents, was greatly diminished under the suppression of this supreme dragon's might.
The pressure of the deep sea, which was originally powerful enough to crush mountains, has now become weak and powerless.
That deadly undercurrent vortex also became slow and loose.
She was suppressed.
Forced to remain rooted to the spot by this unreasonable bloodline and status, his strength was reduced to less than one-tenth.
Let alone summoning the phantom of an ancient divine beast, even maintaining the basic form of the domain has become extremely difficult.
Having dealt with Sirona's threat, Cohen's gaze didn't linger for a moment, calmly turning towards a third direction—Nactos Warren of the Black Tomb, and the cemetery of the dead behind him, shrouded in gray-black mist and the stench of decay.
Nactus remained silent in the center of the cemetery, his hood pulled low, his pale chin taut.
The short staff made of withered bones and vines in his hand was emitting an increasingly dense black mist. From within the mist, pale bone hands could be faintly seen reaching out, and mournful wails of souls echoed.
He seemed to be brewing something, communicating with the depths of the underworld, summoning even more terrifying undead or demons.
The curve of Cohen's lips seemed to widen slightly.
With a cold snort, the Shadow Throne beneath him, engraved with the runes of termination, suddenly blurred, like ink dripping into clear water, transforming into a pure shadow that seemed to possess life.
This shadow, like a black flood bursting its banks, surged toward the cemetery of the dead in Naxtos.
Where the shadows passed, the crimson moonlight was swallowed, the earth's color was stained, and even space itself seemed to be corroded with tiny cracks. Shadows descend—Domain, unfold!
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling special effects.
Only the purest shadow represents the end of all things and their return to nothingness!
"laugh--!"
The shadows collided with the gray-black mist of the cemetery for the dead.
There was no violent explosion or confrontation as expected.
The deathly gray-black mist, as if encountering a scorching hot iron, hissed and melted away rapidly.
The pale, skeletal hands that had just emerged halfway from the soil in the cemetery turned to ashes the moment they touched the edge of the shadows.
The mournful wails of the souls seemed to be abruptly silenced, as if choked by an invisible hand.
Nactus suddenly lifted his hood, which had been hanging low, revealing a pair of terrified eyes.
Darkness? Death? Decay? Soul?
These are the powers that Naxos, the strongmen of the Black Tomb, have studied, mastered, and are proud of.
However, in the face of Cohen's shadow, in the face of the realm of Shadow Descent, the rules of darkness and death controlled by Nactus were no match for it!
Shadow is deeper than darkness, more ultimate than death, and more complete than decay—"nothingness" and "end"!
It devours light, and it also devours darkness itself.
It is the end of all things, the final resting place of all negative forces, and the king!
Even the fundamental dark rules of Erebus, the god of darkness, pale in comparison to the rules of shadow, let alone the dark magic that Naxtus, this legendary mortal, comprehended, which is mixed with the power of death and soul!
Endless shadows, like living tentacles or a viscous swamp, rapidly assimilated the graveyard of the dead in Naxtos.
The gray-black mist is receding, the stench of decay is dissipating, the tombstones are melting, and the whispers of the dead are falling silent…
Everything is returning to the most primordial darkness and silence!
Naxtos attempted to resist, waving his short staff and chanting obscure incantations to summon even more powerful skeletal behemoths and invoke the demonic projections of the abyss.
But all of these things, once they step into the encroaching shadows, vanish like mud oxen sinking into the sea, instantly losing all connection and being swallowed up completely.
Even he himself felt as if he had sunk into the deepest, coldest quagmire, and his movements became incredibly sluggish.
The magic and spiritual power around him were being frantically eroded and worn away by the all-pervasive shadow.
He was completely suppressed and imprisoned in place by this supreme shadow rule, like an insect in amber, unable to move!
In the blink of an eye.
Unlimited Blade Works suppresses Hector.
The Dragon Kingdom suppressed Sirena.
The shadows descend to suppress Naxtos.
Cohen merely separated the domains formed from the three legendary manifestations, and he suppressed the three peak legendary powerhouses respectively!
Now, only one remains.
Cohen's gaze calmly fell on his last opponent—"Iron Scale" Baherst of the Eastern Empire.
Baherst stood silently in the center of his dark gold "Infinite Fighting" arena.
He stared intently at Cohen, his eyes devoid of fear or shock, only burning with an insatiable fighting spirit that seemed about to burst forth!
His domain's rules are simple, pure, and domineering—forbidding all "fancy" tactics, allowing only close-quarters combat.
This is what he excels at, and it's also where he's most proud!
Cohen looked at Bahurst, at his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and his smile widened:
"Discard all magic and let fists do the talking?"
Cohen spoke slowly, his voice calm yet clear, resounding throughout the entire sub-plane and also reaching the ears of everyone in the main plane through projection.
"Just right!"
He took a step forward.
The shadows automatically paved a path beneath his feet.
His body began to rumble like muffled thunder, and faint golden scales appeared beneath his skin.
Muscles are expanding, bones are growing, and height is increasing.
A power of blood and energy, no less formidable than Bachster's, and perhaps even more savage and ancient, erupted from his body like a volcano awakening:
"I haven't really stretched my muscles in a long time either."
The moment the words left his mouth.
Cohen's figure disappeared from the spot.
next moment.
He appeared within Bahurst's "Infinite Fight" arena, right in front of Bahurst.
Without using any magic, without relying on any rules, only the purest speed, and a fist that slammed straight into Baherst's face!
Wherever the fist passed, the space emitted a shriek of unbearable strain.
Baherst's fighting spirit instantly reached its peak. He let out a low, distorted roar of excitement, and without dodging or avoiding, his right fist, covered in iron scale gauntlets, charged forward with the power to shatter mountains, without any fancy moves!
boom--! ! !
The two fists collided solidly.
Pure physical strength, the most primal clash of violence.
A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded outwards from the point where the two men's fists met.
The ground of Baherst's incredibly sturdy "Infinite Fighting" arena was blasted into a huge crater by the pure force of the collision!
The primary plane, Florence.
Hundreds of thousands of people, including well-informed nobles and powerful figures, including the conspirators such as Roosevelt, Gnus, and Drummond, and even the gods high in the sky, stared in disbelief at the enormous projection in the sky.
In the projection, the image was divided into four parts.
One part was an endless torrent of weapons, frantically crashing and crushing Hector's crumbling "Land of All Laws," causing the seven-colored magical light to retreat step by step, and the shattered runes to explode like fireworks.
Part of it was the dazzling golden dragon's might domain, which was suppressing Sirona's azure ocean. The siren phantom was on the verge of collapse, and Sirona herself was pale and swaying precariously.
Part of it was the all-consuming shadow that completely engulfed Naxtos's cemetery of the dead. The gray-black mist dissipated, and Naxtos's figure was stuck in the mud, unable to move.
The final part is the most central and violent scene—two figures, like humanoid beasts, are engaged in the most primal, violent, and brutal close-quarters combat on that dark golden arena.
Each clash of attacks caused a spatial tremor and a mournful cry from the earth.
Baherst's body was covered in blood, and he was panting heavily!
A person.
Three legendary realms unfolded simultaneously!
Suppressing and fighting against three legendary peak powerhouses!
The main body then personally entered the fray, engaging in the most intense physical combat with the fourth legendary peak known for his close-combat prowess.
What... what is this?
How...how is this possible?!
One against four!
Moreover, he fought against four opponents with ease in this unbelievable way, simultaneously opening up four battlefields and targeting the weaknesses of each of them!
It wasn't until this moment, until they witnessed this shocking scene that overturned all their understanding, that everyone on the plains—Roosevelt, Gnus, Drummond, and even the high-ranking gods—finally understood.
Why did Cohen Corleone dare to make that seemingly arrogant and unbelievable bet?
Why was he able to remain so calm and so... nonchalant even when surrounded by four legendary peak-level experts?
Because, in his eyes, this might not be an evenly matched battle at all.
This, perhaps... was just a warm-up for him to test the power he had just acquired, to familiarize himself with the three legendary domains, and to... loosen up his muscles.
A chill crept silently up the spines of Roosevelt Harper, Gnus Don, Drummond Quinn, and others, and coiled tightly around their hearts.
What kind of monster did they provoke?
The shock and deathly silence in the primary plane lasted for less than three breaths before the final, decisive blows erupted from the crimson secondary plane.
First, there's Hector's battlefield.
The seven-colored magical aura of the "Land of Ten Thousand Laws" has long been riddled with holes and is on the verge of collapse under the endless torrent of "Unlimited Blade Works" weapons.
The intricate network of magical runes, like a magnificent brocade ravaged by millions of locusts, was now tattered and mangled.
The arcane eye above Hector's head had dimmed considerably, and the runes flowing within its pupils were intermittent.
Just then, the torrent of weapons that had covered half the sky suddenly stopped, and then all the phantom weapons, as if summoned by an invisible force, frantically converged towards the center.
Clang clang clang clang—!!!
The ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing and merging echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
The light and shadow of countless weapons were forcibly merged together under the influence of an incomprehensible force.
It shone brightly, then instantly faded away.
A phantom image of a sword slowly emerged at the center of the Unlimited Blade Works domain.
This sword has an ancient and simple design, and is even somewhat broken. The blade is covered with rust and cracks, as if it has experienced countless ages and numerous fierce battles.
But the moment this seemingly fragile sword appeared, a terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine swept across the entire battlefield.
Amazing projection device!
Although it was only broken and only a tiny projection, the pressure it carried as a "divine artifact" was real and undeniable.
Hector's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and the Arcane Eye above his head flashed frantically, sending back an unprecedented sense of deadly crisis!
"No—!!!" (End of Chapter)