Konoha's Mission Master

"Who dares to invade my Black Demon Clan?"

The air vibrated as several beams of black light crashed into the sphere in mid-air. These members of the Dark Demon Clan, each with ten wings on their backs, were the guardians of the royal city, their bodies enveloped in a dense aura of darkness.

The Dark Demons are the darlings of darkness; by enhancing their bloodline strength, they can manipulate dark power.

With everyone's combined efforts, the black beam of light collided with the vine ball, extinguishing the burning flames. However, the vine remained undamaged, and its descent speed was not affected by the black beam of light.

"Oh no, it's a Demon Emperor-level combatant!"

The leader of the royal guard was shocked to see this. The attackers' defenses had not been breached by the combined attack, which could only mean that the enemy's strength far exceeded their expectations.

"let me."

A clear, cold voice rang out, and suddenly a figure with an incredibly slender frame appeared in mid-air, with twelve wings sprouting from her back.

Mona Samson, a newly promoted Demon Emperor-level powerhouse in just six months, is the most talented member of the Black Demon race in nearly a thousand years, and is also the Black Demon race's hidden trump card.

"Dark Demon Sword Kill".

Mona Samson flapped her wings and took flight, her hands conjuring two three-meter-long magic swords with dark power. She rushed to the surface of the falling sphere at an extremely fast speed.

The swords crossed, cutting through the surface vines.

"Although there is some resistance, it's not a big problem."

Mona Samson was somewhat excited, manipulating dark power to form armor that enveloped her slender body, with black flames burning on the blade of her sword.

"Dark Sword Demon Dance!"

The blade swung wildly, creating a dense black net of sword shadows as Mona Samson rapidly advanced towards the core of the vines.

The broken ends of the vines were gradually ignited by the dark fire.

"Dark Demon God Body!"

A dark purple crystal suddenly appeared between her brows, and many complex magical runes appeared on her body, causing her aura to surge once again…

This is a bloodline secret technique that only emperors can use. It is equivalent to the strongest Holy Spirit state of the Free Federation's gene warriors, and in essence, it is a state that doubles one's combat power.

Mona Samson's outburst caused excitement and envy to appear in the eyes of the Dark Elves below, whose captain of the guard belonged to the same generation as Mona.

However, three hundred years later, their identities are worlds apart.

"Those who invade my royal city... shall die!"

The Dark Sword Net reached its peak, with its twelve wings gathering terrifying dark energy. Mona was certain that she only needed to tear through one more layer of vine defense to see the criminals who attacked the Black Demon Clan's royal city.

The sound of the sword cutting through the air was loud and resounding.

"Supreme Body of Myriad Transformations - Unlocked!"

Yakumo spoke softly as Mona began her attack.

His already thick arms became even more exaggerated, with muscles slowly writhing and converging as if they were alive. His height rapidly increased to about ten meters, and the muscles in his right arm grew rapidly under the stimulation of cellular energy.

An aura of terror radiated outwards.

The originally dense, emerald-green patterns twisted into square, cyan scales, and the back of his right hand opened a cyan eye filled with chaotic will.

With a whoosh, the bluish-purple vines spread outwards in both directions.

The enormous right hand shot out like lightning, disregarding the two swords burning with dark flames, and grabbed at Mona's body.

At that moment, she felt a deadly threat. Her wings suddenly flapped, and a continuous stream of dark power merged into her twin blades.

"Black Demon Slash!"

A snap.

The sword, imbued with Mona's full power, shattered instantly.

She couldn't even leave a trace on that giant hand. At this moment, she finally saw the complex and mysterious patterns on the palm, as well as the giant eyes filled with chaos and madness.

"What kind of terrifying race is this?"

A frenzied will surged into Mona's petite body...

"Myriad Transformations, Infinite!!"

Yakumo clenched his right fist tightly, exerting force to create extreme violence, yet his expression remained completely calm, devoid of any tyranny.

At the same moment, Yakumo completely released the surrounding purple and blue vines, and his terrifying body fell rapidly towards the towering buildings of the royal city, while the sound of bones breaking continuously emanated from his palms.

Yakumo's right arm muscles bulged again, and purple patterns slowly emerged from the blue scales, each pattern representing a plant he had fused with.

"cough…"

Mona spat out a mouthful of blood, intending to gather dark power to struggle, but from her palm grew emerald green branches, straight like bone spurs or sharp sword blades.

A chaotic and frenzied will surged into his body.

The effects of the myriad transformations began to spread their seeds within Mona's body.

"what……"

To the astonishment of the Dark Demons, the Fourteenth Demon Queen, Mona Samson, was held in the hands of her enemies, letting out painful roars.

Purple blood dripped from Yakumo's fingertips.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Four twelve-winged black demons appeared in mid-air; the four emperors had arrived together.

"Quickly...awaken our ancestors! The enemy is a Sovereign-level powerhouse!"

The four emperors arrived, but none of them were willing to risk their lives.

The longer their lives are, the more they can appreciate the value of living. They can only watch helplessly as the life of the rising star, the Fourteenth Emperor, Mona Samson, gradually fades away.

Rumble!

The massive body crashed to the ground, and a terrifying shockwave swept outwards like a tidal wave, creating a terrifying crater radiating outwards from Yakumo's center.

Occasionally, a few unintelligible curses and screams could be heard from the surroundings, and the purple blood that filled the view looked like graffiti on the ground.

Yakumo stood up, his muscles incredibly muscular, his lines strikingly masculine yet not bulky… his proportions seemed meticulously sculpted.

He gazed silently at the four emperors suspended in mid-air.

Mona slid down from her right hand; she was still breathing.

The blood within her body is the source of power for the Black Demon Clan, and it can also rapidly heal wounds when she is injured. Her slender body slowly falls like a piece of paper.

Mona was puzzled. The two were already locked in a life-or-death struggle, so why hadn't the enemy gone all out to kill them?

She began to channel her blood into her wings, intending to temporarily regain her ability to fly. In the previous battle, the enemy's large hand had crushed all her wing bones with extreme violence.

"All cycles of reincarnation are governed by cause and effect."

Yakumo spoke softly, his voice deep and melodious, carrying far and wide for a long time—it was a fairly standard universal language.

Emerald green shoots sprouted from Mona's body, instantly spreading and absorbing the energy within her.

Some of those tender shoots grew and split into vines to bind her, some split into man-eating flowers to devour the flesh and blood of her body, and some fell to the ground to grow into trees and differentiate into forests.

Mona Samson looked on in despair. It turned out that... it wasn't that the enemy was merciful, but that her life had been completely taken away.

Congratulations, player, you have obtained 400 strands of World Power.

Yakumo understood that the combat power of a council speaker was roughly equivalent to 40,000 gold coins. Based on this calculation, killing five would break even... and killing six or more would be a sure profit.

Within a few breaths, a vast forest grew from her body.

Yakumo sighed softly, his face expressionless.

"All things in this world transform, but all things return to nature!"

Trees took root around it, absorbing nutrients downwards, and vines spread outwards, strangling the lives of the Black Demons within the royal city. Some vines grew man-eating flowers, directly devouring the Black Demons who couldn't take flight.

From a distance, the green forest was gradually engulfing the entire royal city, and countless dark demons were screaming in agony. The strange and wonderful trees, vines, and flowers seemed to be forming a completely new world made of plants.

In this world, everything except plants is nutrients, and the energy index in the air of the royal city is rapidly decreasing at a rate that is almost visible to the naked eye.

"Stop him."

The silver-haired boy immediately gave the order.

The enemy... this is the root of the Dark Demon Clan.

"Nature is self-existent."

That forest covered one-tenth of the royal city.

Another unexpected event occurred.

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Chapter 256 The Battle of the Sovereigns, On the Eve of Return

Behind Yakumo.

The thousand-meter-tall tree grew wildly towards the sky, its enormous canopy covering dozens of miles like a giant umbrella. The four royal-level warriors of the Black Demon Clan surrounded Yakumo from four directions, forming a four-way barrier with dark energy.

Snapped.

Yakumo placed his right hand on the tree trunk, releasing the chaotic will accumulated within his body and allowing it to merge with the tree, ultimately achieving harmony with the plants of the entire planet through the tree.

While this would weaken some of his combat power, his domain would become even more dangerous and deadly.

The tree roots penetrated deep into the ground, wantonly devouring the surrounding energy. After the chaotic will was injected, the entire forest began to radiate outward at an even faster speed.

A verdant field is covering the entire Black Demon Ancestor Star.

The ground gradually cracked, and a massive number of tree roots lashed upwards at the surrounding Black Demons. The Demon God Tower, representing the supreme honor of the Black Demon race, was teetering on the brink of collapse, as if it would fall at any moment. Cracks hundreds of meters long appeared on the tower.

The entire giant tower exploded directly from the center, with black boulders scattering in all directions. Only purple carnivorous flowers with a diameter of up to 100 meters remained where the tower had been, and pink poisonous mist spread outwards like wisps of smoke.

From within the pink mist, the sound of chewing flesh and blood could be heard.

Damn it!

"Dark God-Slaying Formation!"

The four emperors roared in fury, and four square barriers formed by dark energy connected to form a square restriction, the range of which continued to shrink, strangling the space in which Yakumo could move.

Yakumo remained calm in the face of the attack, and simply raised his hands.