A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

Wang Chong easily neutralized the combined attack of the three ancient demon kings, but what awaited him was not just the attacks of these three demon kings.

The other demon lords each displayed their unique abilities, using their Originium Arts to attack Wang Chong, preventing him from getting close to Prestis.

Even if Wang Chong gets close to Prismus, Prismus will disappear before him with a strange smile, then randomly reappear in any location. You Yongxiang is busy, Lin is busy...

"It seems that unless we kill all these demon lords and destroy the Originium Arts, it will be difficult to capture Precyth."

"Furthermore, among all the Demon Lords, the strongest are still Quiron and Barsa. On the contrary, the First Demon Lord, Far Chaser, hasn't shown any particularly outstanding performance... Is it because he's the one maintaining some kind of special Originium Arts?"

"Forget it, we'll know the outcome once we kill them all."

After considering his options, Wang Chong canceled the time stop. He realized that his time stop was now only providing the opponent with a new period of time to complete the large-scale Originium Arts technique that Prestis was about to unleash.

"After crossing worlds, even the ability to stop time has become much cheaper. After all, in the Type-Moon world, unless you have the strength of a god or higher, you simply cannot ignore time stop."

After Wang Chong released the time stop, he muttered to himself as he looked at Precyth, who was chuckling softly.

"Thank you for buying me the time, but even if I hadn't, it wouldn't have stopped me from exercising this authority—so unlock it, crave it. It is the only thing that can complete you. Tear open his flesh and blood, and drain his soul."

In an instant, the building beneath their feet glowed with a crimson light. Wang Chong, Theresa, and Amiya floated up simultaneously to avoid the light shining from below.

At that moment, the eyes of all the demon kings suddenly glowed red as they stared intently at Wang Chong. Furthermore, a black, spirit-like entity appeared above each of their heads.

Theresa's expression changed, and she exclaimed, "This is... the soul of the late king! But how is this possible? How could they be at your service?"

“Since they are in the internalized universe, they are naturally subject to the constraints of their respective permissions... especially now that their predatory ‘desire’ has been fully activated. They genuinely want to kill this man.”

As he spoke, Precys smiled and looked at Theresa and Amiya, saying:

"You don't actually think that jumping up to avoid those red lights will make you immune, do you? Theresa, especially since you're still absorbing the emotions of those demon lords, can you withstand this hunger that gnaws into your very soul?"

Chapter 340: The Realistic Barrier [Shadow Isle]

"What? Your Highness..."

Amiya was taken aback. She immediately went to face Theresa, only to find that Theresa's face was covered in sweat and her eyes kept drifting towards Wang Chong.

When Amiya looked in Wang Chong's direction, her gaze instantly froze. It was as if someone who had been starving for days had seen the most delicious food in the world, unable to look away.

However, the feeling Amiya truly experienced was a hundred times stronger than the feelings described above. It wasn't a "hunger" originating from her stomach, but a "thirst" that came from her entire body and from her soul.

"Gnawing at his flesh and blood, sucking his soul... Waaah!!"

When Amiya unconsciously uttered those words, she felt a sense of happiness and contentment, like drinking a mouthful of sweet spring water after a dry mouth.

But just as Amiya was about to stop the operation and force herself not to look at Wang Chong, her body reacted like a drug addict experiencing withdrawal symptoms, causing excruciating pain that she couldn't overcome with willpower.

"Emotional absorption..."

Just then, Theresa lowered her head, reached out, and grabbed Amiya's back.

A gentle force connected with Amiya, and she began to feel her pain being dispelled. She was immediately surprised to realize that Theresa was helping her remove that influence.

"Don't be fooled by that man... Precy's Originium Arts are... strange... weird. I will maintain this connection and transfer a portion of my power to you. The matter of obstructing me will have to be left to... I'm sorry, Amiya, I've entrusted you with another heavy responsibility..."

Her words came out in fits and starts, and eventually Theresa's speech became slurred, and a crimson light began to appear in her eyes, just like that of other demon lords.

"Your Highness Theresa! Hold on!"

Once freed from this state, Amiya immediately turned around, calling out to Theresa repeatedly, intending to absorb Theresa's pain back in the same way.

"Get out of here!!"

However, at this moment, Theresa's eyes turned completely red, and she pushed Amiya away and rushed towards Wang Chong.

"A thousand years of silent lament."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Chong enveloped and bound Theresa with a thick black mist, also erasing the Originium spheres that Theresa had summoned.

Perhaps because Theresa had lost her mind, or perhaps this was Theresa's last means of resistance, Theresa did not use any Originium Arts, only the dust she had used before remained.

"What exactly did you do to them?" Wang Chong asked, looking at Precys.

"Just doing what you love most. Haven't you always enjoyed using your bodily fluids to cure people's Oripathy? You've even made them somewhat dependent on it."

Precys said with a smile:

"And I merely amplified this desire prematurely. The desire for genetic integrity, the desire for a complete soul... This is a mechanism set up for this batch of experimental subjects from the very beginning. And it is passed down from generation to generation through heredity."

"The reason why your bodily fluids can gradually cure their Oripathy is actually because after they received your bodily fluids, their genes were completed and their souls became more complete, which made it impossible for Originium to assimilate them."

"As the most imperfect and unique Sarkaz race, their desires are far greater than those of ordinary people. Once amplified to the extreme, well, they will be like they are now, wanting to devour you completely."

Wang Chong squinted and began to try to invade Theresa's body with the broken black mist. He found that Theresa's eyes were still red and she was not affected by the brainwashing of the broken black mist at all.

“It’s no use. This reaction is etched into their souls and bodily instincts. Even controlling their will cannot stop them from ‘feeding.’ Even I am finding it difficult to suppress these demon kings now… Ah…”

Suddenly, Precys let out a soft exclamation, and all the demon kings completely lost control, locking onto Wang Chong and charging towards him.

"It's already rushed up, it's really naughty... This is what a completely out-of-control experimental product looks like."

Precys shook his head in disappointment, then said:

"Fortunately, they've now returned to their true strength. Even you couldn't fight so many powerful individuals capable of single-handedly destroying a nation or even sweeping across the entire world, could you?" (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"Destroying nations and peacefully conquering the continent? Heh, that's rather interesting. But..."

Wang Chong chuckled, gripped the Ruined King's Blade, and plunged it into the ground. In an instant, a massive cloud of broken black mist surged forth from the pierced hole, engulfing Wang Chong even before the demon kings could get close.

"call--!!"

The powerful, vision-obscuring black mist directly hindered the demon kings' progress, enveloping them and making them feel like ordinary people stuck in a quagmire, unable to break free.

"call--!!"

The powerful, vision-obscuring black mist directly hindered the demon kings' progress, enveloping them and making them feel like ordinary people stuck in a quagmire, unable to break free.

However, the Originium energy on their bodies prevented the dilapidated black mist from penetrating them.

Prisus was also enveloped in a layer of Originium energy shield, resisting the erosion of the black mist. Under the analysis of the Originium, the opponent's energy value began to make Prisus's expression increasingly solemn.

"Although they are just a few big cats and little cats to me... they are really annoying, and I don't want to play around with you anymore after I've gathered enough information."

Wang Chong raised his head. The crown shining above him wasn't the black crown called "Continuity of Civilization," but rather a shimmering crown bearing the marks of the Curse of Ruin. With a mocking smile, he said:

"Besides, this is your last trump card, isn't it? Then let these guys you trust so much try out my new trick."

"[Forever lost my love, surrounded by ruins]—Shadow Isles, rise!"

"Om-!!"

A fluorescent green light flashed, engulfing everyone's vision. When the light completely faded, Amiya opened her eyes and found that the original gray and white building had disappeared, replaced by a dilapidated and desolate area.

The area was filled with black mist similar to what Wang Chong had used, and the black mist had completely returned to its original form, filled with roaring resentment, as if it wanted to devour and assimilate everything around it.

The air was thick with the scent of death. Amiya even felt her body temperature drop and her limbs begin to weaken, as if something was being pulled away from her body, which was a manifestation of her spirit.

However, this state didn't last long. A wisp of black mist floated out of Amiya's body, and the icy feeling vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of great peace. Not only did her energy return to normal, but Amiya also noticed that her strength was significantly greater than before.

"Could this be... the power of my teacher helping me?" Amiya wondered.

At the same time, Prestis also discovered that this space had undergone a dramatic change. From her perspective, she and a group of demon lords had arrived on a deserted island filled with black mist, which not only replaced the original gray and white buildings, but even covered the original Originium magic array.

Even more terrifying, Prestis realized that her connection to the Originium had been abruptly severed. In other words, she could no longer absorb the almost inexhaustible Originium energy of the universe and could only rely on her existing power.

Even his own black crown didn't do much good.

"Where, where exactly is this place!" Precys's face gradually darkened. She realized that she had underestimated this man. She had to escape from here, awaken her true consciousness, and let him completely take over all the authority over the Originium.

Only in this way can the true self be confident of defeating this man. At least Precys has successfully probed the man's data—enough to destroy a continent, and even wash away the surface of an entire satellite.

This is almost the same level as when I unleash all the power of Originium. Only by officially launching the Originium Project and spreading Originium across the entire land can I be absolutely certain of defeating my opponent.

"Welcome to my realm—the Shadow Isles. You can think of it as... well, like home."

Wang Chong silently added the words "Destroyer King" to his mind, then sat on the throne that had been erected behind him, casually looking at the group of demon kings, as if he were the real "Great Demon King" that everyone should challenge.

"It's just a different location, everyone, let's go!"

Prestis released the demon kings from their restraints once more, allowing them to charge forward.

Quilon, the strongest among them, was the fastest and was almost upon Wang Chong in the blink of an eye.

Just as he raised his signature sword, "Azure Fury," about to strike Wang Chong's head once more, a chain suddenly shot out from the black mist, not only constricting Quilon's neck but also piercing his chest with its hook, preventing him from getting any closer to Wang Chong.

"Struggle! Like a worm on a hook." A creature carrying a lantern and with a skull-shaped head emerged from the black mist, its sinister laugh echoing, "Poor lost souls, do you have any last words?"

Chapter 341: The Bonds of the Shadow Isles

The dark green chains clung tightly to Quiron's massive body like venomous snakes. The arrogant and most powerful demon king roared, trying to break free of his restraints with brute force, but the controller at the other end of the chains remained as steady as a rock, refusing to budge no matter how much Quiron struggled.

The chains were even scraping and dragging Quiron’s massive body backward, bit by bit.

This demon king, who once made all living beings tremble, was now like a helpless chick, easily dragged to his front by the strangely shaped "monster" that stepped out from the surging black mist.

"Roar!" You're singing about Lin Mei, but where is your Lin Mei...?

Enraged by the humiliation, Quiron swung his greatsword with destructive force, intending to cleave the black mist monster blocking his way into pieces.

However, the skeletal monster merely opened its mouth, emitting a chilling "heh heh" laugh, and its entire body suddenly transformed into an even thicker, more viscous black mist.

Quiron's greatsword slammed into the air, the sword wind stirring up a cloud of black mist.

Even more deadly, from the exploded black mist, a large number of fluorescent green vengeful spirits suddenly surged out. They let out shrill screams, ignoring Quiron's solid skin, and directly penetrated and fiercely attacked his mental level, bringing a soul-tearing impact.

Quiron's massive body stiffened abruptly, letting out a muffled groan of pain.

"The pendulum of doom. Hehehe..."

A chilling whisper echoed, and the skeletal ghost face appeared eerily behind Quiron.

He gripped the chain tightly in his hand and suddenly exerted force, swinging Quiron's mountain-like body like a hammer!

With a piercing whistling sound, Quiron was slammed hard and solidly to the ground. The ground cracked instantly, and dust and debris shot into the sky, causing the entire barrier space to tremble.

"That fourth-generation Demon King, Quiron, was actually..."

Amiya, who was watching from the sidelines, was so shocked by this mind-blowing scene that she almost forgot to breathe.

She wouldn't be surprised if her teacher, Wang Chong, did all this himself—after all, her teacher had previously remained undefeated in the sieges of the demon kings on many occasions.

But right now, this monster, which merely emerged "randomly" from the black mist, is actually fighting on par with the infamous Fourth Demon King, Quiron, and even seems to be gaining the upper hand...

Just how profound is the power of Wang Chong, the teacher who controls all of this and treats these terrifying beings as pawns?

"Huh? The other demon kings are also..."

As Amiya's bewildered gaze swept across other corners of the battlefield, an even more horrifying scene came into view.

Not only Quiron, but every demon king who stepped into the barrier encountered their own powerful opponents and was suppressed to varying degrees!

Listen, a deep, war-like declaration echoes across the battlefield: "Where the merciless blades fall, all are swept away. Beneath the iron hooves of fear, lives are lost."

A colossal "monster" in the form of a centaur, its body engulfed in eerie green soul fire, wielding a massive long-handled battle axe, charged forward like a moving mountain, unstoppable.

His heavy iron hooves shattered the ground, slamming into the enormous, writhing, and shifting blood body of the [Blood Prince]. The terrifying force sent the blood body flying backward.

The centaur monsters did not stop, charging forward and crushing their enemies as they crashed into the surrounding solid mountain walls, creating a deafening roar.

"Roar!" From another direction, the Third Demon King "Sunbinder" Barsa suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His body, which was radiating a scorching light, was now deeply pierced by fluorescent green energy spears that exuded an ominous aura. The spear tips burned his soul inside him, bringing him excruciating pain.

Enraged to the extreme, Barthar swung his lava-like arms, spewing out scorching, destructive breaths as he tried to seize the "culprit" who kept appearing and throwing spears.

However, the figure holding the spear moved with a lightness as if she were a ghost.

Her feet seemed to be on invisible skateboards, leaving faint green afterimages with each movement. In the blink of an eye, she precisely avoided the raging giant arms and breath.

Her movements were unpredictable, making it impossible for Barsa to predict where she would appear next, and every attack she launched was futile, tearing through the air.

"All traitors must die!"

The woman holding the spear spoke in a cold voice, as if delivering a verdict. Her sharp, eagle-like eyes seemed to pierce through the sordid past of Barsa, who had betrayed and murdered the former Second Demon King, Godu, to seize power.

The spear of vengeance in her hand flashed with a deadly light once more, each throw precise and accurate.

Like a skilled anatomist, the spear always manages to pinpoint the vital points and joints of Balsa's power flow, treating him like prey to be processed, gradually dismantling his ability to resist.

"BOOM—!!"

On the other side of the battlefield, deafening roars filled the air, and debris rained down like a storm. The earth itself seemed to come alive, churning and writhing, as countless thick, gnarled tree roots burst forth from the ground like giant pythons.

They possessed an abundant vitality and the power of the earth, frantically entwining themselves around the massive megalithic architectural complex and those heavy, rigid stone golems created by Gedu.

The tree roots dug deep into the cracks in the rocks, relentlessly and silently exerting their strength, constantly squeezing open the solid boulder structure, creating cracks that grew larger and larger, until finally those seemingly indestructible boulders burst open and collapsed with a tooth-grinding groan!

“I am surrounded by empty shells, soulless and devoid of reverence… but I will bring them fear!”