Nobilis of War

Chapter 1556 Reappearance Of the Mysterious Man

The nine powerful spiritual senses could have only come from the nine chief gods.

The very moment the tenth chief god was about to awaken and ascend to his position had now arrived.

Boom! Boom!

The vast god's power surged forward like a torrential tidal wave, so violent it collapsed the void in the

depths of the universe.

It did not take long for the turbulent ocean of god's power to attract the attention of the Balance Law.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Black lightning struck down deep into the bottom of the ocean of god's power. The dark gold body that

lay at the bottom, dead still and silent, was struck and had a spark ignited within it. Suddenly, its eyes

opened wide.

"Ah!"

He let out a begrudging roar filled with anguish.

The nine chief gods were finally about to get what they wanted; they were going to destroy him!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The most powerful Chief God Character in history launched from the brain of the awakening tenth chief

god. It was made of nine God Characters shaped like pyramids.

The Chief God Character spun wildly, shattering the black lightning and absorbing it.

The nine chief gods were stunned and growled in fear. They had not expected this.

"Killing Source."

"Destroying Source."

"Soul-breaking Source."

The nine powerful sources of god's power that had never been seen before, attacked the tenth chief

god who had not yet successfully awakened and ascended to his position.

Once the source power was released, no matter the strength of the tenth chief god's God Character, it

would not be able to fend off the joint attack of the other nine chief gods. Even if he had successfully

become a chief god, it would still be impossible for him to take on all other nine chief gods at once. He

would no doubt be wiped out for the sake of balance.

The tenth chief god's body was on the brink of collapse from the intense assault of the nine powerful

sources.

"Ah!"

He roared again, trying with all he had to rush out of the Kingdom of the Chief Gods, but he was forced

back by the nine chief gods.

Cracks crept all over his body, every crack so large and gaping as if there was a world in it.

Whoosh!

He was about to collapse when his Chief God Character divided into nine and one of the fragments

exploded. The entire ocean of god's power sloshed and shook violently, drowning the nine chief gods.

A Balance Law began gathering from the depths of the universe.

The nine chief gods growled with displeasure but dared not react any further.

The remaining eight Chief God Character fragments began bursting from the ocean and flying off in

different directions.

A tiny figure then appeared in the Kingdom of the Chief Gods. He rushed over desperately, throwing

caution to the wind.

In the Purple-crystal King's mind, everything stopped and he could see nothing clearly.

The Purple-crystal King came back to his senses and went on to retrieve the God Characters from the

fallen chief god's projections. With this, he'd be able to strengthen his Killing Source. Once the Killing

Source was rooted in his Chief God Character fragment, he would also then be capable of obtaining

the Power of Belief and be able to generate the Killing Source himself. It would then be possible for him

to take his place as the second Killing Chief God.

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blood and boiling anger. The exceptional power they gave off rebounded and suppressed the

remaining chief god's projections.

Every ascetic cultivator lost their cool, howling and fighting desperately. Some time passed and more

than half of the chief god's projections were destroyed. Not many were left.

"Phew!"

Darren let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed as though he was going to make it through, finally.

Crack!

Thick, ominous clouds formed once more all across the sky and thousands of dark gold rays suddenly

streamed down.

"What's going on?"

Darren's heart shuddered and his eyes were almost ripped from his face from disbelief.

He knew exactly what these beams of dark gold rays meant; thousands of new chief god's projections

had descended. What madness!

What could they possibly hope to do against this?

Even Lord Feng and Lord Starry Sword could not hide their angst. How many projections did a chief

god have? Wasn't producing so many hard for them, or did it not take a toll on them?

The ascetic cultivators hovered in midair, exhausted and desperate for any relief.

They had only just realized victory, doing all they could to gain an advantage. An advantage that was

now easily destroyed and reduced to nil. Their strength was already depleted. What did they have left

to use to deal with the new projections?

"Ha-ha," chuckled Heath miserably.

He stared at the rays of dark gold light blankly with a bitter smile drawn across his face. It seemed that

all hope had been drained from him.

"Why! Why am I not a real supreme god? Why?" he cried out with his head raised to the sky.

Only then did he realize just how unreachable the step up was.

Advancing to a supreme god was a move between two completely different worlds and it was as if

there was an impassable gulf separating one from the other.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Heath's pursuit had driven him almost to insanity. His ferocious cries concerned the

ascetic cultivators and made their hearts race.

"Heath, calm yourself!"

"Don't do this, Heath. Continue like this and you may lose your warrior spirit and turn into a madman!"

It was useless trying to get through to him. It seemed he could already no longer hear their cries. His

eyes turned red and he grew more and more restless, seemingly struggling against something lurking

within him.

"Heath!"

an ascetic cultivator yelled out and flew over to comfort him.

Bang!

To everyone's surprise, Heath flung the cultivator away without mercy. It seemed Heath was lost to

them.

"What's he done? What's happening?"

Everyone was asking the same questions as the signs were clear; Heath was about to lose his mind.

When a powerful human warrior lost his spirit and faith as a martial artist, his mind would no longer be

his and he wouldn't be a normal human.

Once this happened, all his suppressed negative emotions would bubble up and take control of his

body and soul. He would be made into something terrifying beyond comprehension.

"You lack a little bit of warrior spirit. If you had enough, you would've stepped into the Supreme God

Realm already," came a calm voice from out of nowhere.

A figure shrouded in a mysterious fog suddenly appeared at Heath's side.

He took a few steps forward, the countless black iron chains on his body clinking crisply.

"It's him!" bellowed Darren.

He recognized the mysterious figure the moment he laid eyes on it, and it was the one he had met in

the chief god's projection's Space of Belief. There was no way he could be mistaking him.

The others were still confused. Who the hell was he? Where had he come from? How did he get here

so easily?

"Stop right where you are! Don't get any close to Heath! Who are you?" Several ascetic cultivators

wanted to charge over to stop him, but discovered that all of a sudden, much to their dismay, they were

unable to move. Even the god's power in their bodies seemed to have been frozen and could not be

mobilized.

The mysterious man raised his hand and pressed it on Heath's back, not paying attention to anyone

around him.

Waves of black aura flowed from Heath's limbs and deep within his bones.

"Argh! Argh! Argh!" Heath's face twisted in anguish as he struggled dreadfully in excruciating pain.

He was growing increasingly manic and the ascetic cultivators looked on in worry. What was this

mysterious man who had appeared out of the blue doing?

At the same time, thousands of chief god's projections arrived, condensing into huge dark gold bodies

that began releasing killing intent to attack the ascetic cultivators.

The mysterious man raised his head but did nothing to stop them. However, the next moment, a faint

yellow god's power burst out in a circle that radiated from him.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Every projection in the god's power's path was cut in half with ease!

"Ah! Ah!"

"Supreme god! He's got the power of a supreme god!"

"He... he's Shipley, Supreme God Shipley!"

Everyone's mind was abuzz. The one who had the human shape and could release the supreme power

was none other than Shipley, who had been out of sight and mind for a very long time. He was actually

here in front of them!

"Greetings, Supreme God Shipley!"

Every ascetic cultivator got to their knees and bowed, their emotions all over the place.

"Please, there is no need to worship me. I'm probably the most incompetent supreme god in the history

of the human race."

He spoke with his palm still pressed firmly on Heath's back. Heath slowly calmed down and returned to

as he had once been.

"Thank you, sir!"

Heath was finally back to his senses, and the first thing he sensed was that the person beside him was

a supreme god of the human race. He was expectedly startled.