The Head of God (3)

The violent impact stirred up howling winds and filled the sky with yellow sand.

Although the eldest prince was not the direct target of the attack, he was still unable to withstand the force at close range and was instantly sent flying.

Just as he was about to be crushed into pieces by the impact, a giant hand suddenly appeared in mid-air, grabbed the eldest prince's body, and flew towards the deepest part of the Demon King's Domain.

That's the Demon King's Palace!

The Demon King Nag has once again left his research lab.

Nag seemed different today than usual.

His body reeked of thick blood, radiating an arrogant and mad aura.

Anyone who saw the Demon King at this moment could only think of two words to describe him.

Tyrannical, powerful!

A sinister smile graced his fairly handsome face, his eerie eyes gazing into the distance, and he held a massive battle axe in his hand.

That arc of light that just tore through the Sky Curtain was unleashed by the Demon King Nag, and this is the Demon King's Palace, at least several hundred kilometers away from the Flame Mountain.

With just this one strike, they glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the Demon King Nag, revealing just how formidable his strength was.

This is the real Demon King, the true Demon King.

Hahahaha...

A wild, triumphant laugh erupted from his throat, "It's been so long since I've had this much exercise! It feels great!"

On the horizon, a giant hand had already grasped the eldest prince and was leading him back.

Looking at the Demon King standing at the very top of the Demon King's Palace, and the arc of light that had just torn the sky apart, countless Magic Creature throughout the Demon King's Domain knelt down in unison, trembling, praising His Majesty the Demon King as invincible.

This strength is truly unmatched in the world.

However, the Demon King Nag paid no heed to the worship of Magic Creature, only staring at the mangled body... or rather, the corpse, of the eldest prince Daiaboliq...

The heart was removed and crushed.

Due to his bloodline advantage and powerful strength, Daiaboliq could hold out for a while without dying immediately, but that did not mean Daiaboliq could withstand the outcome of having his heart crushed.

Death is inevitable.

But before the soul could depart, Nag clearly saw a shadow wriggling on the corpse, seemingly trying to break free from the body's constraints and regain its freedom.

With a snort, Nag casually waved his hand, sending his soul back into Daiaboliq's body.

He then carried his eldest son's body and headed towards the research institute.

"Damn it, I even sacrificed my own son for this experiment. He's my most beloved son!" Demon King Nag muttered.

"Are you sure you're not talking nonsense? You're talking to me about love? Do you even know how to write those two words? What does your son mean to you?" A slightly calmer voice suddenly came from his mouth.

"It seems not... However, that doesn't change the fact that I've even offered up my own son..." After a brief pause, his calm voice seemed to regain its Demon King aura. "So..."

"This research needs to produce enough results for me, or don't blame me for expelling you from my body and crushing your soul..."

"Heh... You know very well that without me, you can't do anything. Besides, we're evenly matched, neither of us can do anything to the other, and no matter how unhappy you are, you can't do anything to me... Cooperation is our only way out."

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Chapter 248 The God's Head (3)

"You're a complete scoundrel."

"Isn't that a compliment to you Magic Creature?"

Within the Demon King's mouth, two voices with completely different temperaments were engaged in a constant verbal battle.

Ignoring the Magic Creature who were overwhelmed by the sight of the Demon King, who had been dormant for so long, Nag, the Demon King, carried his eldest son's body into the research lab.

Confirm that all restrictions, mechanisms, and seals are intact.

Immediately, the Demon King Nag gently flicked his hands in mid-air, and a large door suddenly opened in the otherwise empty air, revealing a suffocating darkness inside.

Inside this research room, there was another mysterious space.

Carrying his eldest son's corpse, the Demon King Nag entered this mysterious space. The door behind him slowly closed and disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed.

This is a deep and long passage, its destination unknown.

In a world so silent it was almost oppressive, only the Demon King's footsteps echoed.

"By the way, did that axe blow you just delivered kill the Hero?" The voice suddenly switched to a calm tone.

"Who knows? He should be dead by now, right? Although the Second-Generation Hero is a pretty good guy, I don't think he could have withstood that axe blow."

"Of course, this guy might have some strange life-saving abilities, who knows."

"Should we go and take that guy down?"

"It doesn't matter. I don't care whether he lives or dies. In fact, it's better if he's alive, as he can attract the attention of those ugly beings, making it easier for us to act."

Amidst the chaotic conversation, the Demon King continued his advance.

The pitch-black world didn't seem to interfere with the Demon King's vision.

In this tranquil environment, the passage of time seemed imperceptible. I had no idea how much time had passed before the deep, secluded passage finally came to an end, and a bright and open space opened up before me.

It was a huge, empty place.

The entire area is even larger than the Demon King's Palace... no, it's larger than the entire Demon King's Castle.

On this vast open space, countless lamps made of skulls were burning with clusters of flames.

There were many lamps, but compared to the vast space, the light provided by the flames was still quite weak.

Upon reaching this point, the Demon King's voice abruptly ceased, and his expression became extremely solemn. The leaping flames cast long shadows on the ground.

In the middle of this vast open space stood a towering mountain peak...

No, that's not right.

That wasn't a mountain peak; it was an enormous, exaggerated head.

That head was larger than the tallest mountain on the Skyvault Continent, with long hairs scattered on the ground, each one as thick as a giant stone pillar.

His eyes were wide open, and his dark pupils were filled with crimson blood vessels.

His nose was high and straight, like a cliff.

He curled his lips into a smile, exuding an arrogant and domineering air.

His head was severed at the neck, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Even a towering Demon King, standing before this... this head, would appear as insignificant as an ant.

Its head remained motionless, yet it exuded an unparalleled aura.

Just some distance from the head, the Demon King Nag stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with fear...

The most powerful Demon King in the entire Skyvault Continent, who feared neither heaven nor earth and could force even a powerful Second-Generation Hero to retreat with a single axe blow, actually felt fear in front of a head.

Looking at the enormous head before him, he could almost imagine just how outrageous the complete form of this mysterious being would be.

The Demon King Nag was very strong; in the face of ordinary Magic Creature, he was as powerful as a god. But the head before him made the Demon King Nag realize what a true god looked like.

The Demon King stared silently at the enormous head. After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look for too long.

The oppressive atmosphere was unparalleled; if someone weaker had approached this place, they would likely have exploded and died the moment they got close.

Even the Demon King wouldn't dare stare at it for too long, or he might go mad.

A look of resentment and struggle crossed his face. He took a deep breath, as if speaking to another entity within him, or perhaps muttering to himself, "Damn it..."

"I've been looking at this thing for hundreds of years..."

"But every time I see it, I feel that chilling fear."

"It's just a dead head, but it looks like it's still alive."

His voice quickly changed again. "This is the head of a god... that's a being from a completely different dimension than us."

"How could such a powerful guy be killed?"

"That must mean someone of equal strength has made a move... Let's not waste time, let's get started right away. Hopefully, we can gain something this time."

The Demon King Nag nodded and carried his eldest son's corpse toward the head. The closer they got, the more terrifying the pressure became.

Later, even though the entire space was quiet and windless, the Demon King Nag felt as if he were in the midst of a raging torrent. His body was swaying constantly, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Every step forward was exceptionally difficult.

His whole body tensed up instinctively, straining, and the veins on his arms bulged.

Bang bang bang bang...

The Demon King Nag could feel the intense pounding in his chest, which was accelerating.

His entire face was flushed red from blood rushing to his head.

The pressure didn't actually come from the body, but from the soul; the deepest instincts of the soul constantly reminded the Demon King Nag not to get any closer.

Despite the resistance in his soul, Nag walked step by step to the giant head. As if he had lost all his strength, he threw his son's body to the ground.

The eldest son's soul was now curled up in a ball, trembling and on the verge of collapse.

Even the Demon King collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

After resting for a while, Nag finally stood up again and collected a drop of blood the size of a fist from his broken neck.

The blood was like a viscous, gelatinous substance, crystal clear, and strangely beautiful.

Under immense pressure, without the slightest hesitation, the Demon King Nag directly injected his blood into his son's corpse.

At the same time, he poured all the liquid from dozens of random bottles and jars into Daiaboliq's mouth.

The next moment.

The body of Daiaboliq, who had long been dead, suddenly began to convulse violently.

It seemed to come back to life, and even had a spasm.

His body convulsed on the ground, in unbearable, almost unbearable pain. Daiaboliq even opened his mouth as if to cry out, but no sound came out.

Rustling... crackling...

Various eerie sounds began to emerge.

Visibly, a layer of muscle spread rapidly across Daiaboliq's corpse like a venomous snake, and his limbs grew thicker and thicker in a short span of time.

Crackling sounds...

That was the sound of bones twisting.

The wound on my back is healing rapidly, at a rate visible to the naked eye.

On the surface of the skin on his chest, a bright red heart rapidly grew and beat powerfully.

A few seconds later, there was a loud crack as his heart suddenly exploded, and a spray of blood flew out.

At the same time, all of Daiaboliq's flesh and tendons shattered, and a thick, pungent smell of blood began to spread through this dark world.

Although the flesh and blood were torn apart, the pale skeleton inside seemed to be a little longer and thicker than before.

Soon, a new layer of flesh began to grow...

Flesh and blood shatter, flesh and blood regenerate... time and time again, countless times.

Such pain is unbearable for someone who isn't dead.

Only someone with decent strength like Daiaboliq, possessing a solid foundation, could withstand the impact of such modifications to the Pillar.

If it were a weaker Magic Creature, it would probably be reduced to ashes in an instant, without even a chance to regenerate.

This is an experiment.

If they succeed, they will be one step closer to their goal.

On the other side!

Qin Chu, Heloise, and Ieta appeared in a forest.

Heloise and Ieta were both stunned. They seemed not to understand what had happened and wanted to ask Qin Chu, but they found that their master's face was covered with a strange, excited smile.