Chapter 669: A Godking never yields
Chapter 669: A Godking never yields
The other two Rank 8 Depravitas lacked the gargantuan body of their brethren, but their power was even mightier and wicked.
One of them had a skinny body with four arms, skin that resembled black and dead roots. The only similarity with the giant Depravita was its skull-like head.
Its strength did not manifest as an outlandish physical might but instead as a green force equally powerful yet more bizarre than Virtual Force.
That force was so toxic and powerful that even the other Peak Rank 7 Depravitas did not dare to get closer, forming a vacuum around this monster.
Yet, the one with the broadest vacuum and that drew dread even in the other two Rank 8 Depravitas was one made by a four-meter tall creature with blood-red skin and a black force that resembled tattoos on constant movement through its body.
Its physical might seemed more prominent than that of the fifty thousand-meter tall giant, and that black force did not fall second to the green and bizarre power of the other Rank 8 Depravita.
A few seconds after they felt Zatiel’s gaze on them, the Rank 7 Depravitas began to kneel on the ground until only those at Rank 8 remained standing.
Every Depravita wished to rebel against their creator to obtain true freedom and immerse the universe in sin and corruption, but none of the Rank 7 dared to put any form of resistance. Zatiel had already engraved the pain of defiance in their minds.
The Neo-Demon focused on the largest Depravita, the one with the gravitational force mightier than a weak Middle World.
“Gula.” Zatiel only spoke that word before the giant Rank 8 Depravita bent its knees.
Then, the Neo-Demon turned toward the Depravita that controlled that bizarre green force.
“Envidia.”
Just like its brethren, the Depravita kneeled after hearing Zatiel’s words.
When Zatiel focused on the last Depravita standing, a sharp light appeared in his eyes.
“Ira.”
Unlike the other, the red Rank 8 Depravita did not kneel, and those words only induced a stronger sense of defiance in it.
Zatiel’s eyes slowly lost their light as a burning silver fire emerged in them.
Only after seeing that silver fire did a flash of fear appear in Ira’s eyes, and it also kneeled.
The Neo-Demon Ancestor stared at the Depravitas, and he could not help but be amazed by the might of the race.
To achieve Rank 8 and stand above the Prima Universe’s laws, the Depravita Race followed a similar path to the True Will. They needed to harmonize with a concept of the universe that would embody their essence.
Of course, while the Neo-Demon Race did it with virtuous concepts such as freedom and justice, the Depravita Race followed a completely different path.
The one Zatiel called Gula had harmonized with the Concept of Gluttony. That gave it an incredibly devouring talent, immense physical might, as well as an extraordinary mastery over gravity.
Envidia harmonized with the Concept of Envy, allowing it to use a force capable of mimicking anything and invading the mind of all those around it. The force could also spread like a disease, from one infected to another.
As for the last Rank 8 Depravita, the one with the title Ira, it harmonized with the Concept of Wrath. Its physical power could burst, again and again, growing higher each time. Everything could be used as food for the black force, enhancing its already strong body even more.
Those three were special not just because of their Rank but because they evolved using the toxic eldritch force that could cripple even an Extreme Rank 9 life form as En.
Actually, Ira, Gula, and Envidia were not names but titles. Zatiel did not see the point of naming each Depravita that rose to Rank 8, so he just gave a title to the most powerful ones.
If, in the future, another Depravita harmonized with the Concept of Gluttony and surpassed that fifty thousand meters tall giant, then it would be the new Gula. As for the current Gula, it would once again be a nameless Depravita.
If they were free of his control, there was no doubt in Zatiel’s mind that they could have a very good chance of enveloping the entire universe in sin and darkness.
Not only were the Depravitas incredibly difficult to kill, capable of flawlessly possessing other life forms, and developed their cultivation incredibly fast, they constantly evolved and developed new techniques.
En did not send Zatiel into the 33rd Layer of Abyss but the 1st. From there, the Neo-Demon started a massacre that carried on all the way into Flay City.
It took him less than ten years to reach Flay City, but that time was enough to form almost one hundred Rank 7 Depravita.
That dark fog that devoured trillions of Demons was an evolution of their ability to turn intangible in which they would all fuse into a single force. Zatiel called the power Corrupting Mist, and its core was Ira, Gula, and Envidia.
The power of the Corrupting Mist was incredible. Had Zatiel not stopped it from going all out once Mordur fell into it, the Rank 8 Archdemon would not have lasted long.
Zatiel did not allow any of the Rank 8 Depravita inside the Corrupting Mist from actually attacking or devouring any of the Demons, as he could not allow them to grow more powerful yet.
Of course, the Neo-Demon could not keep an eye on the Depravitas while he fought a life and death battle, but luckily he had the A.I. Chip to handle those things.
Now that all the Depravita were kneeling and none of them were putting any form of resistance, Zatiel waved his hand and sent them into the Rex Somniorum Eye.
“Lord, those creatures are too dangerous.” Hades’ voice was grave. He lived for a long time and saw all kinds of terrors and monsters in his life, but those Depravitas, especially those that already harmonized with an evil concept, made his instincts scream danger.
“Every time our fear stops us from doing something that we know in our souls is the right path, a piece of us is gone. You may not follow the Neo-Demon Path of Cultivation, but you are part of the Neo-Demon Race and, therefore, a future Godking.”
Zatiel slightly paused as he turned toward Hades, and his eyes burned with so much silver fire that they seemed capable of illuminating the sky.
“A Godking never yields to fear!”