Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 290 Super Artifact Reserves

Deep within the Temple of Reincarnation, Harosa sat serenely on the throne symbolizing the authority of the divine realm. The space before him distorted slightly, and three extraordinary artifacts, each with a unique form and radiating an extraordinary aura, floated silently.

On the far left is a deep red scepter, dark red in color with a large blood-red gemstone at the top. Ancient deep red runes are engraved on the scepter, and at this moment, its light is restrained, as if it is asleep.

In the center is a deep red crescent blade with a beautiful curve and a thinness like a cicada's wing. The blade edge gleams with a cold light and has the subtle meaning of cutting through space.

On the far right is the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, which Harosa had already acquired. It is entirely dark blue, and its blade exudes an aura of annihilation that "ignores defense."

Placing these three divine artifacts together was no random decision. The Heavenly Saint Abyss Splitting Halberd originated from the Abyss Plane, which itself separated from the Crimson Domain. Tracing their origins, they are all intricately connected to the Crimson Mother and the Crimson Domain.

Harosa wanted to see if placing these three super artifacts, which originated from the same source, together would trigger some unknown resonance or reveal a deeper secret.

His divine sense, like the most precise carving knife, meticulously scanned and analyzed every inch of the crimson scepter and crimson moon blade, sensing the imprints of laws and the flow of energy contained within. However, the more he investigated, the more his brows furrowed.

"A half-step God-King possessing three super artifacts—that number is truly outrageous."

Harosa thought to himself. Even with his knowledge and the resources of the Samsara God Realm, a super artifact was a strategic item, not something to be taken lightly.

What puzzled him even more was that, whether it was the performance when the Crimson Mother used them before, or the results of his personal investigation at this moment, although the Crimson Scepter and Crimson Moon Blade did indeed transcend the scope of ordinary divine artifacts and reach the energy level and law bearing limit of super divine artifacts, their actual power and uniqueness seemed somewhat—not living up to their names.

The Crimson Scepter's primary ability seems to be to draw upon and control the primordial energy of the Crimson Realm, and to form a powerful protective force field. The Crimson Moonblade, on the other hand, focuses on extreme physical cutting and speed. While these two abilities are undoubtedly powerful, they appear rather "conventional" and "mediocre" at the level of a super artifact.

They lack the absolute characteristic of "ignoring defense" like the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd, or the rule-level authority of "controlling the soul's destination" like the Six Paths of Reincarnation, or the heaven-defying healing power of "reversing life and death" like the Holy Healing Longbow.

"Compared to the descriptions in my memory and what I actually observed, these two artifacts are indeed somewhat lacking," Harosa concluded.

He even felt that the existence of the Crimson Mother was less a powerful opponent and more like a "large experience package" arranged by the will of the universe, waiting for someone to harvest it. Her plane and super artifacts were all prepared to help others achieve their goals.

He shook his head, no longer harboring any special expectations for these two divine artifacts. With a thought, he retrieved the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd into his body to nurture it.

His gaze swept over the remaining crimson scepter and crimson moon blade, and he made a decision in a calm tone: "Its power is ordinary, and its characteristics are mediocre. Never mind, keeping it is just taking up space. It would be appropriate to reward it to a meritorious official in the future."

With a casual wave of his hand, he put away the two super artifacts that he considered somewhat "useless".

At this moment, he mentally took stock of the number of super artifacts currently possessed by the Samsara God Realm: his own natal super artifact, the Six Paths of Samsara; the Samsara Sword (which can be separated and combined) formed by the fusion of the Xuan Ying and Gui Hua swords; the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd; the Holy Healing Longbow forged for Ya Li; the Crimson Scepter and Crimson Moon Blade that he had just captured; and the Angelic Holy Sword that Ya Li was currently receiving the inheritance from.

"Eight pieces—" Harosa nodded slightly. This number was an extremely astonishing amount of resources for a newly emerging divine realm.

Of course, if we include the Trident of Poseidon, which is about to be disposed of, there should be nine. However, the fate of that super artifact is already sealed; it will soon cease to exist, so naturally, it is not included by Harossa in the regular forces of the Samsara God Realm.

Harosa snapped out of his thoughts and turned his gaze to another corner of the temple.

There, Tang Wulin stood stiffly, his body bound by the invisible power of reincarnation, unable to mobilize even a trace of divine power.

His head was bowed, his face was pale, and his lips were tightly pressed together, but his slightly trembling eyelashes and uncontrollable, fine tremors in his limbs clearly revealed the extreme fear in his heart.

Harosa slowly rose from his throne and walked calmly to Tang Wulin. His expression was peaceful, even carrying a faint, almost indifferent gentleness.

It wasn't a pretense, but rather stemmed from an absolute difference in strength and control. Tang Wulin's existence was like something in his palm, unable to stir the slightest emotional ripples in him, whether it was anger, hatred, or pity.

As he sensed Harosa's approach, Tang Wulin trembled even more violently. He tried to raise his head and meet Harosa's gaze, but in just a moment, he was overwhelmed by those deep, abyss-like eyes that seemed to see through all his secrets. He hurriedly lowered his head again, his heart pounding wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

Even though Harosa walked by quite normally, he found himself in a difficult position.

The shadow of death, like a cold spider web, tightly entwined his soul. He remembered the fall of his grandfather Tang Hao, the mournful cry of the Trident of the Sea God, Aunt Xue's severe injury and forced compromise, and his own three thousand years of escape and hardship—all the hatred, resentment, and fear condensed at this moment into the deepest dread of the person before him.

Harosa watched him silently, as if looking at a frightened cub. After a moment, he broke the suffocating silence with his calm, even voice: "Don't be nervous."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Tang Wulin's ears, carrying a strange and undeniable stabilizing power. However, this power didn't bring comfort; instead, it made Tang Wulin even more terrified.

"You will not die," Harosa continued, his tone still calm, "at least not now."

These words were like a final verdict, yet also like a reprieve, nearly snapping Tang Wulin's taut nerves.

He jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot, his voice shrill and distorted with extreme fear: "You—you're going to kill me?! You really are going to kill me!!"

Overwhelming despair and long-suppressed fear erupted at this moment. He almost forgot the difference in strength and where he was, leaving only the instinctive desire to survive and the extreme resistance to death.

Harosa was not angry at Tang Wulin's loss of composure. He simply watched him quietly, his deep eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he were observing a drama that had nothing to do with him.

He waited until Tang Wulin's emotions calmed down a bit, or rather, until he was completely exhausted, before slowly speaking again, his voice still terrifyingly steady: "Your life or death makes no difference to me. I'm sparing your life for a reason."

His gaze seemed to pierce through Tang Wulin's physical body, looking directly into the depths of his soul, at the Sea God's throne that shone with azure light.

That was a connection passed down to Tang San, an inseparable bond, and the best pheromone in the universe used to guide the Douluo God Realm back.

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