Novel Full Chapter 499 The King Of The Decaying Sea
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With a triumphant roar that shook the very foundations of the chamber, the demonic woman unleashed her newfound power, sending waves of draconic energy rippling outwards, obliterating everything in her pathā¦ besides the demon lord, completely unphased.
The mana rings continued to orbit her, pulsating with an unholy fervor as she stood there, an embodiment of dark and chaotic magic, ready to wreak havoc upon the world. But she wasn’t done as those mana rings only began to speed up, feeding energy into a long staff. At the end it had a hoop with four more small hoops attached to it, jangling with each sway and movement of Bella’s aura.
Soon, that very same aura surged within her, expanding and filling the room with an overwhelming presence. It exuded an oppressive heat as if the flames of a dragon’s breath were licking at the edges of reality itself. The air seemed to vibrate with an arcane resonance, and an unmistakable scent of ancient power and smoldering embers hung in the air.
Her aura roared with the echoing cries of a thousand dragons, an auditory symphony of might and fury that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to witness it. The very ground beneath her feet trembled in deference to the raw, unbridled power she was channeling.
“Hahhā¦ These scarsā¦ I haven’t forgotten about them.”
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(Bella POV)
It was oh-so-familiarā¦ that disgusting amount of power. He was powerful but wasn’t arrogant. He never looked down on anybody as they were no more than ants. I mean, he was a god before any of these heavenly gods existed. Of course, he would see me as no more than a pebbleā¦ but that’s what made it so jarring to experience.
Unfortunately, his lithe and sinuous form is a mesmerizing spectacle. His mermaid tail, a work of otherworldly artistry, shimmers with iridescent scales. These scales shift in color, ranging from the deepest sapphire to the blackest abyss, creating a hypnotic play of hues as he moves through the atmosphere. His upper body is a testament to an artist’s vision, every muscle carved with ethereal precision. His skin, as pale as the most pristine coral, seems to glow eerily, casting an unearthly contrast against the inky backdrop of the ocean’s depths.
The most captivating feature of this enigmatic figure is his horn-like appendages. Twisted and elongated, these pieces of vibrant coral extend gracefully from his temples. They seem to defy the laws of nature, curling upwards like the wicked spires of an underwater citadel. These coral horns glisten with an eerie luminescence, casting a haunting glow that dances and flickers in the surrounding darkness.
Every inch of his aquatic form is adorned with jewelry of unparalleled craftsmanship. Strings of luminous pearls encircle his neck, catching the faintest hint of light and reflecting it in a breathtaking display. His ears bear intricate, ethereal seashell earrings that tinkle melodically with each graceful movement, their delicate chimes reminiscent of the ocean’s gentle song. His eyes, deep and abyssal, are framed by the enigmatic gleam of deep-sea gemstones that encircle them, adding an entrancing allure to his gaze, drawing unsuspecting souls into his web of deception.
Flowing around his form, he wears luxurious white robes that seem to defy the very currents of the ocean. Woven from the silken threads of ethereal oceanic creatures, these robes shimmer like moonlight on the water’s surface. They cascade in elegant folds, billowing gracefully as he glides through the water, creating an enchanting and ghostly aura around him, an aura that only enhances his mystique.
Beneath this exterior of unmatched beauty lies a malevolence that knows no bounds. His enchanting appearance is a mask, a lure designed to draw in the curious and the unfortunate. Those who encounter him are often ensnared by his seductive charm, only to be led to their doom in the unforgiving depths of the ocean, forever trapped in the clutches of this malevolent merman with coral horns.
“Manā¦ I hate that fucking face of yoursā¦” I grit my teeth to the utmost max.
“Then let’s not mess aroundā¦” Leviathan announced, crossing all of his fingers to form a web of flesh right before his very eyes. “… Throne World.”
“Throne Worldā¦” I muttered, squeezing both of my thumbs together and touching all the tips of my fingers against each other.
Before we could even proceed with our throne worlds, both of our auras clashed. The Lord of the Ocean’s aura, an ethereal cascade of deep blues and shimmering aqua, manifested as an ever-moving tide. Waves of energy rolled and crashed, creating an enchanting display that mirrored the relentless power of the sea itself. I even caught a glimpse of a few ghastly sea monsters and schools of transparent fish ready to crown their beloved ruler’s destined victory. His aura surged with a primal force, drawing upon the boundless might of the ocean’s depths. It surged and receded as if in tune with the ebb and flow of the tides, while its presence resonated with a commanding and ancient authority.
Opposing him was me, who wielded green and fiery demonic properties. My aura was a tempestuous maelstrom of vibrant greens and scorching reds, a volatile dance of conflicting elements. Verdant tendrils of energy writhed and coiled, clashing with searing flames that surged and spat in every direction. My aura crackled with untamed power, a fusion of infernal fury and nature’s wild vitality. It was as if the forces of chaos and creation were locked in an eternal struggle within my very being.
As these two opposing auras collided, the surrounding atmosphere was thrown into disarray. The throne world’s drafts swirled chaotically, creating a maelstrom of swirling power and colliding energies. The clash of these auras sent shockwaves rippling through the gusty realm, where even the demon lords spread far across Hell could feel its aftershock.
The very environment seemed to respond to the intensity of our battle. Exotic, luminescent sea creatures rose from the floor, seeking refuge from the turmoil, while ghoulish coral formations quivered under the dueling forces. The very pressure of the water itself seemed to fluctuate in response to the titanic struggle, causing the stone brick floor to quake and the decorated ceiling to tremble with frenetic energy.
And then, a strange silence overwhelmed the entire capital. Everything fell silent at the muttering of those next few wordsā¦ and at the same time, the appearance of a familiar figure stepped into my radar of senses.
“Atlantis.”
“Second Ring of Hell!”
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(Orion POV)
“Huh? Isn’t he supposed to have another throne world? Has it changed or does he have multiple?” I muttered to myself as I watched the mystical battle unfold from afar.
As [Throne World: Atlantis] and [Throne World: Second Ring of Hell] clashed with their lustful auras, the metaphysical boundaries between these realms and the real world began to blur, allowing elements of their seductive landscapes to manifest in the physical realm. This surreal fusion of dimensions created a mesmerizing and unsettling tableau.
From [Throne World: Atlantis], ethereal towers of iridescent coral rose from the depths of the ocean, their surfaces adorned with pearls and jewels that glittered like stars in the night sky. As they pierced the surface of the water, they created a breathtaking spectacle of aquatic grandeur that stretched toward the heavens. Along the shorelines, delicate, exotic sea flora and swaying kelp forests appeared, their fronds glistening with an otherworldly luminescence. Exotic fish and merfolk, their forms radiant with allure, emerged from the sea, beckoning to those who glimpsed at them.
On the other hand, [Throne World: Second Ring of Hell] infused the real world with a fiery and tempestuous ambiance. Volcanic fissures cracked open in the earth, spewing forth rivers of molten lava that flowed like streams of passion. The sky itself became a canvas of crimson and obsidian as if painted by infernal passions. Sultry demons, their eyes smoldering with desire, materialized in the shadows, their presence an embodiment of tantalizing temptation. The air was thick with the scent of incense and exotic spices, a heady and intoxicating aroma that stirred primal desires.
As these two realms bled into the real world, the merging of their landscapes created a surreal and unsettling juxtaposition. The crystalline towers of Atlantis cast reflections in the molten rivers of the Second Ring of Hell, creating an eerie play of light and shadow. Exotic sea creatures swam amidst the fiery rivers, their aquatic forms seeming both out of place and strangely fitting in this amalgamation of realms. The real world was transformed into a chaotic dreamscape where elements of both desire and torment coexisted.
Since these skills were so large upon activating, any demon who found themselves caught in this clash of realms experienced a bewildering mix of sensations. The allure of Atlantis beckoned with promises of passionate enchantment, while the infernal temptations of the Second Ring of Hell tugged at their deepest desires. It was a surreal and disorienting experience as the boundaries between reality and these Throne Worlds blurred, leaving those in its wake to navigate the bewildering intersection of lust and longing that unfolded before them.
“I guessā¦ I should also make my moveā¦ [Throne World: Kingdom of Null]