Civilization Directives
Purple light shone in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, like a rising star. On the tip of the sword, the imaginary energy clinging to Bai Mo was like a piece of weathered paper, instantly sliced apart.
The overwhelming power was on full display. Bai Mo's Explosive Fist arrived first, even though it came later. The sword of the Real of the World sliced through the imaginary energy that defended the Thirteenth Grand Protector, and the punch landed squarely.
Thirteenth Grand Protector felt as if a star was exploding inside his body, the explosive force of the punches like tongues of fire, threatening to burn every single cell in his body to ashes.
"Screw you! I'll drag you down with me even if I die! Kid, you'd better die too!"
In this situation, the Thirteenth Grand Protector, with a life-or-death attitude, allowed the explosive force to destroy his body, while his Sea Tiger Exploding Fist landed heavily on Bai Mo's body.
The Real of the World merely severed the imaginary power from Bai Mo's right arm; the imaginary power still remained in his torso.
The Thirteenth Grand Protector' attack, doubly enhanced by the power of imaginary numbers, landed on Bai Mo.
The two were like two lone wolves biting into each other's veins; even knowing that continuing would only lead to mutual destruction, they still refused to let go of their sharp teeth.
It was as if death was not something they should even consider; their sole purpose in life was to bite their opponent's throat.
With a deafening roar, a spray of blood erupted from Bai Mo's chest. The power of the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist, enhanced twice and now boasting 700,000 horsepower, was not to be underestimated.
Even without dodging, his physical body still possessed a defense of 510,000 units. The Thirteenth Grand Protector were absolutely confident that this attack would surely kill their opponent.
A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Mo's eyes. It wasn't that the power was beyond his imagination, but rather that he was astonished. When did this Thirteenth Grand Protector become so willing to fight to the death with their opponents?
This guy's specialty is bullying the weak. He would never want to fight someone stronger than himself, even if the difference isn't huge, let alone risk his life.
When he was defeated on the Plain Star, he fled into space alone, hoping to outlive Bai Chou by living longer.
Something's not right...
With a deafening roar, the Thirteenth Grand Protector before us were reduced to a shower of blood by the power of the Explosive Fist.
Bai Mo paused, and powerful energy surged from every acupoint on his body, as if a giant beast was about to burst forth. The explosive power of the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist was like a ferocious beast, ready to tear Bai Mo to shreds from the inside.
Taking a deep breath, Bai Mo began to circulate the Ryougi Lataib, and the dust around his feet formed a Yin-Yang diagram around him as he used his power.
As the internal energy vortex continued to swirl, the explosive force of the punch was like a stone being ground down by a millstone, gradually dissolving into powder.
Those with strong magnetic fields have often honed their physical bodies to an unbreakable level. Therefore, by injecting power into an opponent and then detonating it, they can render the opponent's physical defenses ineffective.
Just like the legendary War God Ke Bao famous— "God-Slaying Without Regret".
The upper stance injects power into the opponent's body, and the lower stance uses a grappling technique to detonate the injected power, thus unleashing destructive power exceeding the user's own strength.
In the past, the War God Ke Bao could use this single move to traverse two realms and kill enemies.
However, the power of this type of move is greatly reduced once the injected force is neutralized.
Slowly exhaling, Bai Mo realized the explosive power of the Sea Tiger Exploding Fist had been completely dissipated. Looking around at the surrounding Lahmu monsters, he saw they were merely surrounding him, showing no intention of attacking.
"Knowing that coming up here is just suicide, yet making absolutely no attempt to escape, it's like they're mentally deficient or something?"
His figure flashed like a ghost, slicing countless Lahmu into pieces wherever he went. Dark purple blood fell like raindrops as Bai Mo sensed the situation in the city while clearing away the monsters blocking his way.
As he sensed the danger, Bai Mo's brows furrowed deeper. He flew towards a tall tower, easily destroying its defenses. At the top of the tower, a golden rune was flashing.
"This is... Me?" Bai Mo was astonished. He looked back at the city, where towers like this were almost countless.
"Is Enlil insane? Is he really that confident in controlling these bloodthirsty monsters?"
The Me in his hands are treasures bestowed upon humanity by Enlil in the Mesopotamia civilization. By placing the corresponding Me in human cities, corresponding people will be born, thus developing civilization.
What Bai Mo holds is the Me of the [Craftsmen]. As long as this Me exists, theoretically, skilled Lahmu craftsmen will emerge in the City of Lahmu.
Me are the seeds of civilization, and it seems Enlil is preparing to develop a new civilization here.
A new civilization with brutality etched deep into its genes, mentally deficient, and with a penchant for using the Hand of God on humanity.
Putting away the Craftsman Me, Bai Mo's eyes flashed with intense killing intent, a terrifying intent he had never shown to any other being before.
Even if we destroy this place, it will probably be difficult to wipe out all the Lahmu; the key is still Tiamat.
Just after he withdrew the Me for the artisans, his actions finally made someone else unable to stand idly by. In this Sea of Imaginary Numbers, Storm that could destroy cities and cover the sky suddenly condensed in the air.
In the midst of that Storm, a pair of enormous eyes opened, their gaze filled with death and annihilation.
Above his head, fifty ribbons of light flowed, like an indestructible crown, shimmering in this Imaginary Number Space.
"You damned outsider, how dare you defile the laws I have inscribed with your filthy claws?" The tower beneath Bai Mo's feet swayed and trembled as if in fear.
However, Bai Mo didn't care at all. He tossed the Me in his hand like a toy, then said to Enlil with a hint of sarcasm:
"What? Why didn't you get angry when I touched the Tablet of Destinies? Or did the alarm that it was stolen keep you awake?"
But you certainly have a big mouth. No wonder you're the Wind God. Did you roar at the gods like this when you were judged and banished to the Underworld?
By the way, what about the other Sumer gods? Did you kill them for disobeying you?
A thunderclap resounded in the Storm, as if the God-King was angry at this disrespectful person.
"You arrogant insect, how dare you speak to me like that! I will make your soul suffer eternal torment and pain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the area hundreds of miles beneath Bai Mo's feet suddenly cracked open, and a powerful force threatened to swallow Bai Mo whole. Bai Mo stared at the unfathomable trench beneath his feet, his senses unable to penetrate it.
"Ha, a dignified God-King, you can only rely on the methods of the Sea of Imaginary Numbers to deal with me? No wonder you're chatting with that guy Bai Lubao."
Bai Mo was like an eagle spreading its wings in a hurricane, while the sword blossoms of the Real of the World were like the wings of a butterfly, easily slicing through the surrounding imaginary power. He left the rift and flew towards another tower in the distance.
His purpose was obvious. Just then, a swirling white blade flew towards Bai Mo. Bai Mo dodged to the side, and the blade suddenly exploded, with countless invisible wind blades trying to cut him to pieces.
The speed was incredibly fast. Lahmu, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned for a moment, and then fell down like a collapsing block, without even realizing when he had been cut in half.
Strangely, the bodies of those Lahmu slowly dissipated under this attack, like effervescent tablets falling into water and quickly dissipating.
"It's not as simple as just wind. This guy has fused the Magnetic Field Power with his own power. It still looks like 700,000 horsepower, but the performance is more like the Atomic Fission Realm of 750,000 horsepower."
Bai Mo quickly assessed Enlil's strength; the wind god's wind was not just about immense power.
Gripping the pointer tightly, Bai Mo had already reached the second tower. He destroyed the tower with a single palm strike, pocketing the Me. His fingers traced the patterns on it; this Me represented [Poetry].
"Greedy worm, you will pay the price for your actions. I will cut off your filthy hands and condemn you to eternal damnation in an inescapable space!"
Space-Time Wind!
As he roared and howled, wind walls rose up all around Bai Mo, distorting the Imaginary Number Space. The wind blades that had been chasing him earlier disappeared into these wind walls, as if entering a mirror room.
The wind blade disappeared into the north wall and instantly reappeared from the south wall.
"You will be torn to pieces by the Bone-Shaving Wind and the Space-Time Wind!"