Chapter 276 - 278: Changes Caused by the Power of World Origin

Chapter 276: Chapter 278: Changes Caused by the Power of World Origin

’That’s it? They’re this weak!’

A cold glint flashed in Andre’s eyes as he watched the corpse fall to the ground.

He had originally thought these opponents would give him a hard time, but he hadn’t expected them to be unable to withstand even a single strike of his sword.

’This shouldn’t be happening. I’m just a Level 2 Wizard, but these guys are on par with Level 3 Wizards.’

Andre didn’t dwell on it. He simply pointed a finger upward, and the Ten Thousand Laws Wheel began to spin.

A Witchcraft Torrent streamed out from the Ten Thousand Laws Wheel, transforming into a great river that submerged the entire Racial Alliance Army before him.

In an instant, more and more members of the Racial Alliance Army began to die under the combined assault of the Witchcraft Torrent and the golden lightning.

And as the members of the Racial Alliance Army perished, the power of the golden lightning grew ever stronger.

’The Witchcraft I cast before didn’t have this property. Where did it come from?’

Andre blinked, gazing at the golden lightning.

’Could it be an effect brought on by the corrosive property of my Chaos Magic Power?’

Andre thought of the terrifyingly corrosive nature of his Chaos Magic Power.

But right now, slaughtering this Racial Alliance Army was the main objective.

Wielding the Splitting Heavy Sword, Andre charged toward the Racial Alliance Army. With just a light swing, he lopped off a great number of heads.

"No!" Someone in the Racial Alliance Army shrieked upon seeing Andre’s attack.

His parents and his grandfather had all been decapitated by that single swing of Andre’s sword.

’Keep going!’ Andre swung the Splitting Heavy Sword again and again in wide, horizontal slashes. With every swing, a huge number of heads were severed.

Andre now stood over 210 meters tall. The greatsword he wielded had to be at least half his height.

This meant the Splitting Heavy Sword in his hands was over 100 meters long, and that was before adding the length of his arms.

Simply by rotating his arms, he could reap all life within a 300-meter radius around him.

Just as Andre was pivoting on his feet, his sword following the motion of his body, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the Racial Alliance Army and rammed its head directly into his chest.

Andre was largely unharmed; his body merely paused for a moment and took half a step back before stopping.

The black shadow, however, was left dizzy and seeing stars from the impact, and it fell straight from the air, crashing to the ground.

THUD. A muffled sound echoed as a bit of dust rose.

’What was that? A suicide attempt?’

A flicker of confusion crossed Andre’s eyes. After activating the Divine Art, Giant Form, he possessed the Power, Speed, and Defense Power of a Giant.

A Giant’s Defense Power was usually expressed directly by its height.

Generally speaking, a Giant equivalent to a Level 2 Wizard would typically be between 140 and 190 meters tall.

But Andre was now over 210 meters tall. Based on height alone, he had already entered the realm of a Level 3 Wizard.

Furthermore, due to his Bloodline, his body had naturally formed the Path of Truth of a Body Refining Wizard.

And after he became a Level 2 Wizard, this path had naturally reached its second step.

In other words, Andre was using Giant Form with the body of a Body Refining Wizard.

With these two powers stacked together, Andre’s physical Defense Power was in no way inferior to that of some veteran Level 3 Wizards.

Under these circumstances, headbutting him was undoubtedly like ramming one’s head into a rock—and an indestructible piece of Obsidian at that.

’I don’t get it.’ Andre paid no more mind to the one who had charged him. He once again swung his Dividing Sword, continuing to reap lives amongst the Racial Alliance Army.

During this process, even if members of the Racial Alliance Army tried to resist, the power from the golden lightning paralyzed them, rendering them immobile. This created the perfect reaping conditions for Andre.

Now, every time Andre swung the Splitting Heavy Sword in his hand, the heads of the Racial Alliance Army members fell to the ground like stalks of wheat. Then, their bodies followed their heads, plummeting to the earth.

"You bastard! Monster! Die!"

Just then, another figure shot out from the Racial Alliance Army, heading straight for Andre’s face.

Andre, however, stood his ground, simply raising the Splitting Heavy Sword to block in front of him.

As Andre moved, the figure also changed its direction of attack.

Its body twisted in mid-air, dodging the Dividing Sword Andre had raised, and then it swiped its claws with all its might, striking them heavily against the Splitting Heavy Sword.

The tremendous force almost made Andre lose his grip on the Splitting Heavy Sword.

But then, Andre simply raised his right fist and punched the figure, sending it flying.

’Power... it’s still not enough!’

At this moment, Andre had no idea where his own limits of Power lay.

The reason he had stayed behind to single-handedly take on this Racial Alliance Army was precisely to find out where his limits were.

’After being immersed in the Power of World Origin for so long, my body has undergone many wonderful changes.’

’The System’s current data on my body’s various stats are just based on my previous definitions.’

’My true level of Power now is higher than the values recorded by the System.’

Andre understood the reason for his massive increase in Power and decided to re-test his true strength after this battle was over.

As it was, these enemies were completely incapable of forcing him to unleash his true Power.

At that moment, several more figures charged out from within the Racial Alliance Army.

Each of them bared their teeth, their eyes glaring with hatred at Andre.

’More are coming. Good.’

Andre looked at them and nodded, but then he noticed something was different.

These ones were different from those who had charged out to intercept him before.

These few had weapons in their hands. They intended to use their own weapons to go up against the Splitting Heavy Sword in Andre’s grasp.

But what they didn’t know was that Andre’s Splitting Heavy Sword was a Morning Star Weapon, even if the Witchcraft Arrays on it were almost completely destroyed.

The blade itself, however, was not damaged. Based on the sharpness of its edge alone, the weapons these enemies wielded could not withstand a single blow from the Splitting Heavy Sword.

"YAAAH! RAAAGH! HYAAAH!"

After exchanging a look, they all lunged at Andre at once, swinging their weapons while letting out strange roars to bolster their courage.

But Andre just looked at them, raised his Splitting Heavy Sword, and with one fierce swing, sliced them all—men and weapons alike—in two.

"Anymore?" Andre asked, looking at the remaining members of the Racial Alliance Army. By now, under the assault of the Witchcraft Torrent and the golden lightning, the vast majority of them were already dead.