Chapter 625: Mask Of Divinity
“Brother Watson’s plan has succeeded.”
On Mount Creation, Princess Alice of the sea folks flapped her fishtail as she swam in the river. Her blue eyes were looking into the distance.
In the distant horizon, a group of black dots was appearing. Those people came from the City of Steel and other cities closest to the border. There were even more people behind them.
The sea folk did not take part in Frigga’s assault. They were in charge of spreading the word that Watson had altered the Holy Dragon Kingdom’s behavior to every city and town. People in such areas should not be alarmed as a result of this. It was also clear that their gifts were not donated in vain. That way, everyone would band together to oppose Frigga.
Of course, Alice did not expect such a big reaction. She also went to a few villages through the Dragon Palace Network to explain the situation. The living conditions of the residents in those villages made her heart ache; it even reminded her of the past when humans enslaved the sea folks.
Compared to the noblemen and officials of the Holy Dragon Kingdom, the people living at the bottom were no different from those enslaved because they were the machines used by the state. King Landhar III excelled in using fear to manipulate people’s hearts, evidenced by the folks at the bottom.
According to the Holy Dragon Kingdom laws, if the annual tax standards were not met, those people at the bottom would have to either get their sons to join the army or sell their daughters to make money. The kingdom threatened the parents with their children and the husbands with their wives. No one dared disobey Frigga’s orders. In addition, King Landhar III had an assassin group; if anything happened, the entire territory would be massacred.
The Holy Dragon Kingdom seemed to be the most powerful kingdom in the world, but there were obvious flaws in King Landhar III’s methods of governance.
“Compared to the current king, Brother Watson is doing better because he can bring kindness, warmth, and happiness to others. Everyone around him can live the life they want.”
People could not sense others’ malice, but they could feel others’ compassion. Kindness could not be concealed. Perhaps it was Watson’s kindness and concern for others that she admired the most.
While muttering in her heart, Alice lifted her blue hair, and the wind blew on her cheeks, making her appear soft.
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“I did not expect that the human race chess pieces would have such a powerful force, gathering all the humans to achieve molecular acceleration. That way, every human can be stronger than the dragon race. No wonder there were so many races standing side by side 10,000 years ago, but after 10,000 years, the world was dominated by humans.”
On top of a particular hill on Mount Creation, the Light Dragon King, Odyssey, spoke with some emotion.
The other Dragon Kings stood by him. There were also the Forest Dragon King, Rita, who Frigga had injured, and the Dark Dragon King, who had been liberated from his grip. They were far from the fight and did not continue to assist Watson since they understood their goal had been fulfilled and there was no need for them to attack further.
“Molecular acceleration can break through the limitations of time and space. Concentrating the power of the entire human race on one person can indeed achieve power that surpasses that of the dragon race. The scariest thing is not that, but that you never know when the power of molecular acceleration will be transferred to someone else! Even though the flames are extinguished, the flame is still circulating. That is the power of the human race.” The Dark Dragon King sighed.
“By the way, the human race chess pieces and the elven race chess pieces are both compelling. What about the dragon race chess pieces? I heard that the dragon race chess pieces have always been kept in the hands of the Dragon God. It’s not in this world. I’ve never seen it before, but Death Dragon King should know about it, right?” Odyssey asked curiously.
Unlike humans and elves, the dragon race had always had their race chess pieces intact; they had been relatively powerful since ancient times and continued to be so.
“Why are you asking me such a question? Can’t you see that I’m focused on watching the battle below? You’re violating my rights and interests by interrupting me without considering my feelings. Do you want to die?” Nidhogg frowned. The corners of his mouth curved downward as if he recalled something unbearable from the past. His cold tone made Odyssey shudder.
“If you don’t want to tell us, then don’t. Why are you in such a mood?”
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“Frigga, it looks like we’ve lost this time. Should we retreat?”
A burnt body engulfed in flames plummeted from the heavens. That burnt carcass belonged to Frigga. After she was hit with molecular acceleration, her body had been pierced with hundreds of holes. She had counted on the notion that that body was that of an evil god to keep her alive. The Primordial Demoness approached her and asked that question.
Instead of responding to the Primordial Demoness’ query, Frigga reached out and gripped her shoulder, saying, “I have not lost. Please, as the Primordial Demoness, assist me once more! I wish to join with you and evolve with the power of the elven race chess piece. That way, I might be able to win.”
She ignored what Watson had just said. All of his talk about becoming king of the kingdom for the good of others was foolishness. Only power was genuine. If she could harness the power in those people’s bodies, would not it be even more potent if she became the world’s sole human?
She could spread her influence over others, only gathering it when it was needed. If that was the true essence of the human race, it was much too frail. In the end, she was right to transform into an evil god. In the future, she would have to gather chess pieces from other races in addition to human chess pieces. She wanted to become the king of a mighty race.
“Perhaps? This is not like you, Frigga. You, who have always done things with utter assurance, are truly going to make a move this time without full confidence?” Primordial Demoness’s four heads asked, each with a smile that was uncertain if it was a sneer or a sigh. “You should not be thinking about how to escape that area right now, based on my knowledge of you. My recommendation is the same for you.”
“If I leave now, I don’t know how many more years it will take to force Watson into such a situation. With his speed of development, I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait until that time! As long as there is a slight chance of winning, I won’t let it go.”
That was one of the reasons. The more significant reason was that she wanted to prove Watson wrong and let fear once again envelop that kingdom.
She would not rest until Watson was dead.
Intense waves of desire radiated from her body, prompting the Primordial Demoness to grin strangely. She licked her soft lips with her tongue. “I sense your yearning. I will grant your request.”
The Primordial Demoness’s body grew illusory as she talked. It invaded Frigga’s body as rolling black fog through her eyes, ears, and nose, producing a mask with no facial characteristics on her face. That mask looked extremely similar to Watson’s Great Sin Mask, but it appeared to be considerably more formidable. Seven gemstones of various hues were set in the center of the mask, each sending a different wave of desire.
That was the unique ability of the Primordial Demoness—the Mask of Divinity. The Great Sin Mask was a weaker version of the mask.
The person wearing that mask could magnify and shrink other people’s emotions, and they could even turn their invisible emotions into tangible power.
“In the name of Great Sin, all of you are guilty. Endless Rain of Arrows of Fury!”
Countless blazing crimson arrows emerged before Frigga as she opened his palm. Those arrows were made entirely of fury and blasted in all directions. The Blackmoon Knights did not have time to avoid the arrows. They were furious, and blood streamed from the corners of their lips. Extreme rage put a strain on their bodies, and the internal organs of persons who were not in good physical shape began to shatter.
A single shot, much alone hundreds of arrows, could force the internal organs of the diamond-tier Blackmoon Iron Knights to crumble.
Even Jeanne, who was dealing with a lot of rage, drifted backward. Frigga beckoned once again, seizing the moment. The God Slayer’s Blood, which had fused with the bodies of millions of Winter Nation troops, and the monsters, which had mixed with the elves that she had made before, came to her side.
“Supernatural evolution power!”
Frigga’s body was fused with two separate monsters, causing her to howl. Her body swelled as if it were inflated. She had transformed into a monster the size of Mount Creation in only a few seconds, a creature with thousands of hands and hundreds of heads immersed in a sea of blood. One of the monster’s hands was the size of a mountain. A single sneeze from any of the heads might cause a hurricane to erupt. Its massive bulk obscured the light, forcing Mount Creation to darken. The Mask of Divinity expanded alongside the body.
A power that surpassed the level of ordinary starlight-tier bloomed in her body..
