I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 766 Divine Artifacts and the Unthinkable

What does it feel like to advance to the ninth rank?
Rod couldn't say it either.

Unlike previous advancements, spirituality still continuously flowed into the body.

But this time he didn't clearly feel the swelling of power, but rather a feeling of the body and spirit being connected.

It's as if all physical limitations have been removed.

Without the binding membrane, there is naturally no sense of expansion.

Rhodes opened his eyes.

Everything in the Demon King's space rapidly shrank and receded, and the real dimension was reshaped like static on a color television.

"Whoosh—!!"

In the distance, a massive pillar of moonfire, like a satellite laser weapon, roared down endlessly, pressing the enormous brass tower giant to the ground.

The guardian array covering the sky hummed continuously, with almost no pressure.

Directly in front of them were the spatial rifts torn open by the Igor tribe, still baring their fangs and claws, as if the four hours in the Demon King's space had never happened.

Calliste leaped over from not far away.

His anxious and flustered face calmed down, and he furrowed his delicate brows.

The interaction in consciousness seemed to only now be reflected in the body, and a blush appeared on the pointed, long elf ears.

Terry, Lily, Vivian, and Sharon, who were blocking the lightning wall, all looked delighted.

"ended."

An aura far exceeding the combined power of all the ninth-rank beings present exploded forth.

A thick, almost tangible white spiritual beam shot up from the ground and crashed directly into the guardian array in the sky.

Like a fountain spraying onto a roof, the splashed white spirituality fell like rain.

The messages on the panel were scrolling wildly.

Rhodes' all-around resistance has been raised to a new level.

The resulting pressure from the [consciousness projection] was easily pushed aside, and he raised his hand to strike with his sword.

Thin white threads slid out from the tip of the sword, automatically spreading and growing longer in mid-air until they collided with the guardian's magic circle.

"Crack!!!"

Without any hindrance.

The magic circle's force field was severed in two from the inside, and after a brief period of flickering light, it went out completely.

Chief Mage Gaius Morgan frowned.

"This is not a magic array that can be broken by one person. How is this possible?"

He suddenly looked toward the Igor tribe in the distant crack.

Surprisingly, I could see tension and anger on the part of the group of large insects that could hardly be called faces.

"The [consciousness projection] of the entire clan's power failed?"

But Gaius Morgan didn't care much.

The Igor race's ability to project consciousness makes them inherently difficult, even impossible, to kill. Even if their physical bodies are destroyed, their consciousness will still automatically choose a target to project onto.

Because their existence transcends the limitations of time and physical form.

It is the greatest creation in the world.

They are far inferior even to the so-called gods!
Then
It's time to escape.

Even the peak eighth-tier ranger Rhodes was no match for a ninth-tier opponent, let alone a ninth-tier one.

But there's no problem.

As long as I keep following the Igor tribe, I will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.
however.

When Narod suddenly took out a palm-sized, wriggling placenta, he was suddenly stunned.

This was because the wriggling placenta emitted a fluctuation far exceeding that of any treasure.

An irresistible attraction captivated him, rendering him unable to move.

It's not just him.

Everyone present felt the same way.

The wriggling placenta held a fatal attraction for everyone.

"Divine Artifact?!!"

To everyone's surprise, the panicked screams first erupted from the throat of the Rose Goddess, the Crystallized Rose Tree Battle Spirit behind Rhodes.

"Impossible! Impossible! We absolutely cannot possess a divine artifact at this time!"

"And this...this...this is [a wriggling, rotting placenta]?! One of the artifacts that caused Ragnarok?!?!"

The Rose Goddess stared at Rhodes as if she had seen a ghost, her beautiful face contorted with fear and grotesque grimace.

"It's you!!! It was you all along!!!" "You're the culprit!!!"

Rhodes was stunned.

Then, looking at the terrified Rose Goddess with interest, he smiled.

He approached slowly and gently pinched her ears, which had branches and leaves growing from them.

"Then you have to be good from now on. To be honest, I quite like your chastity."

"What?"

When the Rose Goddess saw him approach, she was so frightened that she was trembling like a puppy.

It was completely different from its previous dignified and holy appearance.

That's terrifying!

Rod stepped back a few paces to give her some time to process what was happening.

However, he himself didn't seem to care too much about this 'culprit of Ragnarok'.

Raise your left hand.

The white placenta was rolled up into a ball.

A foul, rotten smell permeated the night air.

[The wriggling, ulcerated placenta (a miracle cure)]

[Details: Possesses regenerative and decaying powers that transcend life and death, and can be born into two states: "Extreme Life" and "Extreme Decay".]

"Extreme Rebirth": Upgrades any skill or item to the level of a divine skill or artifact.

"Extreme Corruption": Corrupts any skill or item, causing it to drop three tiers, including divine skills and artifacts.

Rod squeezed the placenta until it burst.

Then it turned into white dust and re-entered his left hand.

Then a dazzling stream of light burst forth.

The light flowed and condensed like liquid, instantly extending into a three-meter-long white cross-shaped light sword.

The sword's blade was composed of countless leaping light particles, and the brilliant blue-white flames hissed in the air, coating its outline with a cold glow.

【The wriggling, rotten placenta】·【The Sword of No Thought】.

The level of the [Sword of No Thought] on the panel fluctuated wildly, then suddenly stopped at +51.

Elven swordsmanship, capable of slaying spiritual creations, carries the danger of harming and destroying consciousness and the soul.

Then make a slight change.

Swordsmanship, specifically designed for offensive purposes, is also easily mastered.

The Igor tribe within the massive rift seemed to sense the threat and began to close the rift.

however.

No matter how much magic is used, it can't be as fast as Rhodes.

"No thoughts."

Annihilation with a single sword strike.

A dazzling white light flashed by.

The scattered threads touched the bodies of the Igor tribe members in an instant.

In that instant, all the large insects froze, their compound eyes losing their luster as if a candle had been blown out.

There was no splatter of blood, no screams—the lightsaber didn't cut through flesh, but directly burned through consciousness itself.

The closing crack in the space froze.

The frozen Igor tribesmen opened their mouths, only exhaling a few wisps of air.

Then the entire body collapsed like a sand tower, disintegrating into countless gray-white fragments that vanished into nothingness before even hitting the ground.

The silk thread did not stop.

It spreads upwards like a worm's silk thread.

One wave after another will terrify the cardinals of the Ego Church, the hostile ninth wave, and those within it.

With stiff, ashen faces, they frantically crushed one magic ring after another.

But it doesn't help.

The burning consciousness did not stop; the ending was already predetermined.

It lasted no more than ten seconds.

Only the girls remained in the square.

Roland Jefferson, the Thunderblade, and Zoya Jefferson, the female dean, stared with fear in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)