Chapter 1641 - 123: Calamities Converge_2

The mournful wails hovering above the Butcher’s Pit gradually ceased, as a crisp sound of shattering surged like a flood, as if thousands of pieces of glass were breaking in this place.

Serey traversed amidst the crystalline fragments that covered the ground, each shard reflecting his figure. Back during the Dawn War, Serey had gone too far; not only did he destroy the Eternal Night Empire, but he also set many records concerning the Eternal Night Empire aflame.

Even though people of later generations conducted extensive research, some events became historical mysteries, only vaguely remembered by the survivors of the Dawn War.

And only they remembered that apart from being the Night King’s firstborn and the Night Race Lord, Serey had another bloodthirsty and terrifying identity.

Executioner.

Thousands of crimson crystals stood proudly like victorious kings, glimmering with a cold and satisfying light. The dense blood aura continued to permeate the air, declaring its absolute dominion over blood.

Secret Energy·Prison of Coagulated Blood.

This ancient secret energy allowed Serey to control the blood within the field and congeal it into a wild growth of crystal clusters. Compared to today’s secret energies, the nature of this power was undoubtedly simplistic, but from the perspective of the Night Race, anything related to blood would become a dagger aimed at their weaknesses.

In an instant, the noise within the Butcher’s Pit quieted significantly. Under Serey’s suppression, numerous Bloodthirsty and Night Race members transformed into towering crystal sculptures. Even with the spreading of the Blood and Flesh Plague, these ever-spreading fungi and spores were suppressed by the crimson crystals, firmly trapped in place.

The collapse of reality drew Serey and the Secret Source even closer, while the Immortal Armor provided him comprehensive amplification. With such power, Serey seemed to overturn the entire battlefield.

Seeing this, the Undead raised their arms and howled madly. They couldn’t understand the conflict between the Order Bureau and the Rebellious Royal Court, nor could they comprehend the feud between Serey and that darkness. The Undead were simply awakened and dispatched here to engage in a bloody slaughter.

These insane beings had nothing left in their minds but the carnival of blood, indifferent to good and evil, unrelated to right and wrong. They only cheered for strength and slaughter.

Serey wasn’t swayed by these cheers. He knew that what seemed like a terrifying offensive was merely clearing out some weeds. His true opponent had not yet fully revealed themselves.

"Serey..."

A hoarse, deep voice echoed from the dark void. As the Ether Realm and Material Realm gradually overlapped, the Night King’s overflowing power grew even stronger.

Serey gazed solemnly at the dark void, understanding that when the overlap of the Ether Realm spread to the Origin Tower, the Night King would momentarily break free, marking the darkest moment of this war.

"Forget it."

Serey suddenly shook his head, a wry smile appearing on his face. "Don’t think about what’s to come; better first consider what will happen in the next five minutes."

In his self-talk, Serey held his breath. As he anticipated, the suppressive force from deep within his bloodline erupted like a beast off its chain, gnawing at his consciousness and tearing at his body.

An uncontrollable pain erupted, as if someone was gripping his heart fiercely, squeezing it into foul blood bit by bit. It felt as if Serey himself was trapped in the Prison of Coagulated Blood, his blood turning into crimson crystals and bursting out of his body.

Serey’s eyes widened, his body involuntarily bending over. He opened his mouth wide, gagging futilely as saliva mixed with blood spilled all over.

Blinking aimlessly, this wasn’t the power of the dark void but stemmed from the suppressive force between the Blood of the Night Race.

The Night King was the source of all the Blood of the Night Race, a tyrant sitting high on the Eternal Night Throne. Even though Serey was his firstborn, defying the Night King meant enduring that cruel suppression.

Fortunately, the Night King had become a calamity to this world, his mind fragmented. Coupled with Serey’s noble bloodline, this suppressive force wasn’t enough to completely dominate him, which is one of the reasons Serey dared face the Night King.

Extreme pain haunted Serey’s mind, but it wasn’t enough to break him. He raised his head and shouted a question.

"Why not yield to death, Father?"

The Night King didn’t respond, only harboring hatred for Serey. Even exposed to the daylight for seven cycles, this hatred couldn’t be diminished in the slightest.

Without warning, Serey took a step forward. The Power of the Extreme Realm burst forth, shattering the surrounding crimson crystals, while the Night King also launched his offensive. The dark void surged like an ocean, waves crashing fiercely towards Serey.

In almost an instant, Serey was enveloped in absolute darkness. He didn’t panic; his mind remained perfectly rational.

Serey had imagined confronting the Night King again, also simulating their strengths and weaknesses. If the Night King hadn’t fallen into this world’s calamity, then all he could utilize would only be that ancient Alchemy Matrix even more outdated than Serey’s. At the same time, the Night King would maintain absolute clarity and sanity.

Fighting a rational enemy always proved challenging. Fortunately, the Night King wasn’t lucid; he had completely fallen into this world’s calamity, turned into a mad, sinister monster. Yet, at the same time, the gap in the Night King’s Alchemy Matrix was filled by the Devil’s power.

Although Bologue took a personal risk to describe much about the Night King’s power, the feelings brought by words were shallow. Awaiting Serey were still darkness and the unknown.