Absolute Gate

Chapter 107 Divine Arts?

Hans was immediately panicked. People suddenly jumping out of the ruins, and so many people lying in ambush, almost gave him a heart attack.

He used the shockwave to leap away from the rockfall.

"Psionic Binding!" Stone Acorus's multi-faceted magic followed immediately.

She didn't approach; instead, she gestured with both hands, and the energy whip, like a living serpent, shot out from the side.

Instead of lashing out, the long whip began to split, and instantly wove into a large net that shimmered with a faint green light, covering Hans from head to toe!

The sensation conveyed online is one of a tenacious, sticky, and restrictive feeling; once you come into contact with it, it clings tightly, binding you.

"Roar!" Onion seized the opportunity, and his battle aura erupted like a volcano!
His muscles were taut, and his fourfold physique, enhanced by his battle aura, displayed terrifying power.

Without using any fancy techniques, he was like a savage giant elephant... a real giant elephant, with a giant elephant phantom several meters tall appearing on Onion's body!

The ivory fiercely rammed into Hans, who had just broken free of the energy net and was still somewhat sluggish!

This is the purest kinetic energy impact!
"Bang!" Hans hastily parried with his spear, but was struck by the savage force, causing his blood to surge and him to stagger backward, losing his balance once again.

"Demon-Slaying Blade!" Perrin and Ark appeared behind Hans.

Ark held a seemingly ordinary short knife in his hand, but the moment he swung it, the blade suddenly lit up with dark blue runes, which were the anti-magic runes that Perrin had given him.

"Thud!" With a single slash, the aura around Hans was instantly severed, and his protective shield dimmed.

Then, with a sudden turn of the blade, it pierced Hans's open heart with incredible cunning.

Despite having no multidimensional power, Ark severely injured Hans with only twice the strength of an ordinary person and a magic-breaking blade.

"Aaaaaah! No, my heart!"

Hans was attacked from both sides, and faced with this well-coordinated and relentless offensive, even his heart was pierced.

"...Unyielding God of Exiles, grant the desperate believer a second chance."

"Divine Art: False Life"

His eyes narrowed, and he instantly unleashed a divine technique, making him appear completely unaffected despite his shattered heart.

"Get out of my way!" he commanded, deflecting Ark's dagger.

Ark lost control of the blade, which then slashed back towards his own neck.

He quickly let go of the knife and rolled away to dodge.

Looking at the knife again, it was already easily controlled by Hans and was flying through the air.

"call out!"

It was too fast. Just as Perrin was about to be pierced by his own Demon-Slaying Blade, Yang Chunsha suddenly emerged, her entire body covered in thick, ferocious rock armor, blocking the attack for him.

"Didn't you say you were breaking the demon?" Yang Chunsha grinned, and the rock on his chest shattered.

Perrin's runes were constantly empowering the knife, yet the knife still danced within Hans's magnetic field.

He said with a mournful face, "It is indeed demon-breaking, but its laws are above mine."

Hans's protective energy was indeed broken, but the magnetic field's manipulation of metal seems to be a more fundamental law that cannot be easily broken.

Yang Chunsha rolled his eyes, and at the same time, he conjured a huge rocky hand and slammed it down hard.

"Hmph! You almost scared me to death." Hans had already seen through their strength and dodged the rocks to the side.

Immediately afterward, a gust of wind blew past his ear, and he dodged Onion's follow-up heavy punch. Then, he slammed out a spear, sending Onion flying and shattering the phantom of the giant elephant on his body.

The divine whip of the calamus, like a venomous snake, seized the opportunity to burrow into his wound and strangle his heart, but Hans remained unfazed.

With a thought, the Demon-Slaying Blade was controlled, while the energy of the Stone Acorus was instantly shattered by the Demon-Slaying Blade.

"So strong!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed. They had used every means possible—surprise attack, encirclement, and everything else—but Hans had managed to thwart them all and even launch a counterattack.

"So they're just a bunch of punks?"

Hans stepped forward, and with a thrust of his spear, he was about to kill the onion.

Onion immediately flipped himself up, gathering his fighting spirit to meet the attack head-on.

"Clang!" He managed to parry, but the phantom of his battle aura shattered once again.

Hans tried to make another move, but he was entangled by Perrin's Holy Silver Binding Chains.

Thick chains bound Hans's body tightly, and the immense force dragged him into a nearby rock.

"The Curse of the Nibelungs!" Perrin's attack was not over yet; countless runes spread from his body, covering Hans along the chains.

In an instant, Hans's energy dimmed and he vanished!
Yangchunsha's giant rock hand slammed down, smashing Hans to the ground and causing him to spit blood.

Yang Chunsha is not what she used to be. Even Wu Zhong would need ten years of his cultivation to withstand this attack, let alone Hans, whose multi-dimensional magic was sealed.

However, Hans was indeed experienced; he switched bodies the moment he was sealed, which is why he wasn't crushed to death.

"Tsk...which mercenary group are you from?"

Although Hans was stronger than any of them individually, the combination of these individuals made them very difficult to deal with, as they employed a variety of techniques.

There are those who bind, those who seal, those who manipulate rocks, and those who confront head-on.

This is already the standard configuration for a mercenary group combat squad.

"I'm just a worthless life!" Onion roared, condensing his battle aura into a phantom for the third time, charging forward recklessly to kill Hans.

Hans sneered. Was this guy really courting death? Did he really think he was incapacitated?

"boom!"

Hans blasted open the giant rock hand with a deafening roar, and the flying debris smashed into Perrin and the others, leaving them bleeding from the head.

He also had a dark blue protective shield around him, which easily blocked Onion's battle aura.

"Oh? The 'Rotten Life Mercenary Group'? Never heard of it. That lousy name sounds like something from the bottom of the trash."

"When you guys first came out, I thought I was going to be doomed, but I didn't expect you to be just a Silver Squad."

"How laughable! You think you're worthy to kill me?"

Hans stood firm, and under the onslaught of the crowd, the protective shield was virtually unbreakable, only managing to ripple slightly.

Everyone was completely stumped, staring wide-eyed.

Could this be the armor he was wearing, the one mentioned in the intelligence? It's really powerful. Now that it's activated, none of them can break through it!
Hans knew that the two strongest were Onion and Perrin, so he immediately stabbed Onion with a spear and threw a knife to kill Perrin.

"Big brother!" Onion shouted.

Just as Hans had figured out everyone's tactics and was about to launch a counterattack, Wu Zhong attacked like a swallow circling in the clouds.

"Cang! Cang!"

Wu Zhong swayed gracefully, leaping through the air, and with a flick and parry of his spear, he deflected both attacks.

He parried the flying spear with his spear, his immense strength nearly knocking Hans' spear out of his hand.

This made Hans's disdainful expression fade: "Oh, there are still experts."

"Give me your nickname!"

Wu Zhong stroked the Yumu spear: "Dragon-Subduing Wood."

Hans narrowed his eyes, clearly having never heard of it: "My bounty is not for nobody."

Although he said that, he did not let his guard down, because sometimes an unknown person may be a deeply hidden entity of a certain organization.

Therefore, he held nothing back, strands of energy surging from his body and spreading outwards, filling a massive protective shield. He gripped his spear in his right hand, and with his left, he once again revealed the pocket watch he had shown earlier: "Illusion: Dark Haze!"

A blinding beam of light shot out from the pocket watch, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes. When they opened them again, everything went black.

They couldn't see, but it wasn't completely dark; there was still some light, like the feeling of seeing only darkness after staring at the sun for too long.

Normally, the blackout is only momentary, but the situation before us is different. This is an illusion that lasts for a long time, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"Sa!"

Hans seized the opportunity to strike, his throwing knives flashing and his spear thrusting forward with unstoppable force.

This was a complete offensive; he wanted to eliminate Wu Zhong in one fell swoop. Once Wu Zhong was dead, the others would be no threat.

However, Wu leaped up like a great bird and easily dodged the spear.

Hans's expression turned serious, and he instantly changed his spear technique, simultaneously unleashing a barrage of blades to encircle and attack.

But Wu Zhong seemed to be able to see it all; the swallows swirled and the spear swept across, completely neutralizing his attacks.

"What!" Hans was completely shocked. Wu Zhong was not afraid of his illusion.

"I'm not going to waste my time with you."

Wu Zhong's eyes were sharp, and he was giving it his all.

His accumulated power of sixty years erupted suddenly, igniting a fierce flame of evil energy, and his aura soared to the heavens.

Hans was stunned by what he saw. He had already felt that Wu Zhong was extraordinary and considered him a formidable opponent.

Only now did they realize that it was only two or three tenths of Wu Zhong's strength.

"Die!" The spear, like a venomous dragon that had been lying in wait for a long time, was finally seized by Wu as he caught his opponent in a moment of distraction!

The blazing fel flames coiled around the gun, tearing through Hans's hastily conjured magical shield and piercing his throat with pinpoint accuracy!

"Uh..." Hans's body trembled violently, his movements froze completely, and his neck was torn apart on the spot!
His head flew off, blood splattering everywhere!
His eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

"The True Ancestor is mighty!"

The dark illusion dissipated, and everyone smiled as they saw Hans fall.

"Hurry! Get the Fountain of Youth!" Yang Chunsha said impatiently.

Wu Zhong chuckled, bent down and took an iron bag from the other person. It was made of rolled iron sheets and contained ice blocks formed from the condensed water of the Fountain of Immortality.

But at that moment, the 'headless corpse' suddenly stood up.

Even Hans's head, which had been raised far away, was now flying up as well.

Iron bones shot out from the corpse and skull, piercing through the flesh from the inside out to form a thorny cross.

"Pfft!"

Hans recombined in mid-air, his head re-entered his body, and his eyes snapped open.

"Divine Art: False Life!"

On his deathbed, he relied on a strange divine technique to survive even after his head was severed.

"The vital points of ordinary people are useless to me!"

"The God of Exiles will give people a second chance!"

Hans is suspended in the air by the metal skeleton inside his body.

Yang Chunsha complained, "This is your third chance!"

Hans forced a painful smile: "One exile god granted me this once, but there are many exile gods in many timelines."

"As long as I switch bodies, I can have countless opportunities!"

The crowd gasped in disbelief. "Good grief, are you exploiting a bug?"

False life is a kind of 'unique divine magic,' which God grants only once to any believer.

It's easy to imagine how powerful this divine art must be.

But that's for normal circumstances. A multi-dimensional system is inherently abnormal. It may not show its true colors normally, but it will eventually have its own unique characteristics.

Like McGar, Hans had multiple similar incarnations. Although they all worshipped the god of exiles, they were not the same god in essence.

Therefore, he can use this unique divine spell as many times as he has such a substitute.

Because it was actually the power given to him by the exile god from a different universe.

"Divine magic?"

"Indeed impressive. As expected of a Gold-level expert, this move is equivalent to having several extra lives."

Wu Zhong sighed, "This guy's got some skills."

"But what's the use? Your heart hasn't recovered yet, has it?"

Upon hearing this, Hans's face turned grim: "That's why I didn't run away; I had to kill you."

"Your injuries are irreparable; if anyone else were to encounter you, they would likely suffer greatly."

"But unfortunately, I'm not afraid of such tricks... at least, during the period of fake life, I don't care at all."

"Let me see what kind of calamity you possess."

The bleeding from the hole in his chest had already stopped; his heart was shattered, yet he exuded a sense of calm and composure.

The fake life force kept him in a near-death state, but his combat power remained formidable.

However, he couldn't leave either. In his eyes, only by killing Wu Zhong could he possibly break the irreparable wound. He couldn't live with an unhealed heart forever, in a false state of existence. He couldn't do that either.

"Flying Shuttle Storm!"

Hans is going all out, he's risking his life.

Shuttles shot out continuously from within his body, and countless small metal knives attacked like a storm.

Wu Zhong did not retreat but advanced, his spear swirling and dancing. The true energy of the Longevity Technique mixed with evil energy erupted, and he stubbornly resisted the storm of blade formations and went against the current.

"If it were anyone else, they might really be unable to do anything about you, but unfortunately..."

He swept aside the flying shuttle, even at the cost of being pierced and baptized in vital areas, with blood and flesh splattering, just to get close to Hans.

"It's no use, I'll take your bullet, so what!" Hans roared, gripping his spear as he charged forward.

Wu Zhong's flaming spear pierced through Hans like a cannonball, and at the same time, he suddenly pulled out a tortoise shell with his left hand and slapped him.

"Bang!"

Hans froze, then was thrown from mid-air and landed in the snow.

Wu Zhong landed beside him and slowly pulled out the flying shuttle that had been drilled through his flesh and bone: "...You're so unlucky to have run into me."

"You... God... God..." Hans glared at Wu, speechless.

His faith crumbled instantly, extinguishing all hope of survival.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his tall body fell backward like a collapsing mountain, crashing heavily onto the cold snow, splashing up a spray of crimson blood and snowflakes.

The wind and snow continued to howl, but the battle on the ruins had come to an end.

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(End of this chapter)