Chapter 118 Domineering

Domineering aura isn't a form of energy, but an indescribable "qi" and "presence."

Mr. Mirror had mentioned it before, and with his deliberate guidance, Suren had been paying attention to improving in this area.

But with something like domineering aura, you either grasp it or you don't. No matter how much you say, if you can't grasp it, you just can't.

But at this moment, he truly felt what domineering aura was. It was as if his life level had been elevated, giving him a kind of arrogance that allowed him to look down upon other living beings.

Unlike Qian Tiao's domineering aura, she was a Rakshasa, following the path of slaughter. What she grasped was the "slaughtering" domineering aura, a presence as sharp as a blade.

And Barrett's was the "heroic" domineering aura, with a fearless heroic spirit.

Suren didn't know which type he had grasped.

But the improvement brought by the domineering aura was very real, directly elevating his combat power to a new level.

Suren felt that the effect of domineering aura was somewhat similar to his past life's qigong.

You could clearly feel that you truly had that "qi," but you couldn't touch it.

And after the domineering aura was released and surrounded the body, the strength of the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones was greatly enhanced.

It was somewhat like a berserk state, but obviously not the scientifically explainable "hormone surge," a temporary gain in physical enhancement through hormones.

If he had to describe it in alchemical terms, Suren felt that domineering aura was more like a "control." It utilized the various energy particles in the body that were originally scattered like sand, forming a stable and special structure, thereby enhancing the body's efficiency in controlling energy.

The most direct manifestation was that he could now directly grab various elemental bodies in the air with his hands.

Domineering aura surrounded him, directly sublimating his physical attack methods, greatly enhancing their effectiveness against spiritual bodies, elemental bodies, and penetrating damage.

This ability was a qualitative leap for close combat professionals like Qian Tiao.

But for Suren, a puppet master, he didn't yet know how much use it would be.

But what was certain was that he had touched the threshold of advancing to the sixth rank.

Domineering aura was a necessary condition for condensing sixth-rank elemental armor and elemental domains, as well as a pass for seventh-rank "domains" and eighth-rank "domineering bodies!"

And soon, Suren experienced the benefits that domineering aura brought to his main body.

...

The battle continued, Suren draped in the Two-Dimensional Cloak, reaping the pirates with the Black Scythe.

He tried to surround his whole body with domineering aura, and quickly tested the various amplification data shown by his body.

"The Black Scythe's killing distance and power have increased by about 30%, the Void ability has increased by about 50%, the defense of the [Rune Adamantine Body] has at least doubled, and the tenacity of the silk threads has increased several times after being infused with domineering aura..."

Suren was overjoyed.

It was as if he had opened up a new world, and his combat power had been comprehensively improved.

No wonder they said that domineering aura was a watershed for the strong. The attribute amplification was simply outrageous.

It directly raised his already exaggerated combat power to another level.

A new level of "scenery" that only top professionals could see.

Before, those witch's hair strands without inscribed runes were easily broken by low-level professionals. Now, after being infused with domineering aura, they were extremely tough. Even those silk threads that had already been inscribed with toughness runes had their flexibility increased geometrically.

For a puppet master like him, this was simply a great boon.

But more importantly, the improvement in the main body's life-saving ability was very considerable.

The [Rune Adamantine Body] blessed by domineering aura was simply unmatched.

Not to mention that it was almost impossible to hurt him at the same level, Suren felt that even if he faced a sixth-rank professional, he could now catch a blade with his bare hands!

Even if he were to encounter the assassination of "Thief Emperor" Carlo Meldith again, he wouldn't be able to fight back, but he could at least withstand a few blows. And his body strength wouldn't be so easily killed with one strike.

...

At this moment, casualties were still increasing, and the Colosseum's "Blessing of the Heroic Spirits" was continuously gathering towards Suren. His aura was getting higher and higher, and the surrounding domineering aura was visibly thicker.

Before, he had been fighting cautiously, and had to constantly worry about those seventh-rank pirates who weren't restrained from attacking him.

At this moment, Suren could completely let go and slaughter in all directions.

Standing in the Colosseum, he was truly like the Grim Reaper descending, reaping lives like cutting wheat.

The meaning of human wave tactics lay in consuming the enemy's energy, and also in creating opportunities for the enemy to make mistakes in chaotic situations.

But his super-high brain domain development meant that he almost never made subjective mistakes in judgment during combat. Even in such a complex combat environment, Suren didn't make a single mistake.

Facing an enemy who wouldn't make mistakes, had ridiculously strong life-saving abilities, decisive and ruthless methods, and many cursed objects, and whose spiritual power didn't seem to be exhausted after half a day, the North Sea Fleet pirates were now left with only despair in their eyes.

For low-level pirates, entering the Colosseum meant death in droves.

Here, there were runes and strange puppets everywhere, silk threads dragging through the sky, mechanical armors spraying fire everywhere...

Even those fourth and fifth-rank high-level pirates were also frightened.

The Black Scythe was specifically for them.

If they were accidentally restrained by silk threads, the next second, almost a space crack would appear on their necks.

Moreover, the threat of death didn't only come from the puppeteer.

Each of the less than ten members of the Dawn Mercenary Group had the combat power of a sixth-rank professional or higher.

The fleet commanders couldn't be separated for a while in the fight, but those Sword Saints and Vampires all had group attack damage. As long as it affected the crowd, it would immediately result in mass deaths and injuries.

Moreover, the pirates' fear didn't only come from the attacks of the Dawn Mercenary Group's powerhouses, but also from having to guard against their companions around them.

No one knew who had been controlled by the [Mental Tentacles]. The pirates had to be constantly wary of their comrades around them, who might stab them in the back.

There was also the [Siren Banshee Doll] that had never been discovered in the pile of corpses. The resonance had been going on for a long time, and pirates were dying on the spot without warning at any time.

More and more corpses piled up, and the entrances to the Colosseum were already piled up like mountains, and blood flowed everywhere like small streams. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, warm and steaming. There was also the smell of various despair hormones secreted before death...

An atmosphere of fear and despair spread wildly among the pirates.

This huge central Colosseum had really become a theater of terror.

If the pirates could see even a glimmer of hope of killing the puppeteer, they wouldn't be so desperate.

But they had tried all kinds of methods, and they really couldn't kill him!

Gradually, the pirates were really scared to death.

Now that Suren's life-saving means were stronger, he could even take the initiative to attack.

He killed his way into the crowd, and the Death Reaper was also frantically absorbing the various "gray mist" fragments from the corpses, and his mental power and various strange skill knowledge also skyrocketed.

The more he fought, the fiercer he became.

Suren, with his own strength, made tens of thousands of pirates in the Colosseum unable to breathe.

...

The city-state of Moros had been completely ignited by this sudden battle.

All kinds of onlookers had already been stunned, and battle reports were also transmitted through various means of communication.

However, there were many people watching the fun, but fewer and fewer people actually participating in the battle.

If the North Sea Fleet had an absolute advantage in taking down the Dawn Mercenary Group, perhaps many forces who wanted to please the North Sea King would come to add icing on the cake.

But the current situation was that the Dawn Mercenary Group not only had an eighth-rank professional, but the members were also fiercer than the other.

Coming was tantamount to sending themselves to death.

No one was stupid.

But now that blood had flowed like a river in the Colosseum, except for Oleg's die-hard loyalists and direct subordinates, and those pirates who were forced to rush forward, there was no other force to help at all.

Looking at the increasing number of deaths, even people within the North Sea Fleet began to have their own plans.

After all, they were all pirates, seeking wealth, and there were many who didn't want to risk their lives.

Various teams received assembly orders, and were originally rushing to reinforce the Colosseum. But halfway through, they heard the fierce battle situation coming, and immediately changed from rapid reinforcement to procrastination with various excuses.

There were more and more deserters.

At this moment, in the civilian area of the East City, a group of pirates was nestling in the complex building complex.

This was the twelfth full-strength team of the Third Fleet of the North Sea Fleet.

The fighting in the Central Square and the South City Colosseum was getting more and more exaggerated, but they were not in a hurry to reinforce, but hid in this building area.

"Boss, are we really not going? The fleet commander said before that no matter where the battle takes place in the city, we must arrive to support within twenty minutes. Otherwise, we will be dealt with by military law..."

"Go now to send ourselves to death? Go to the Central Square to fight against an eighth-rank powerhouse, or go to the Colosseum to send ourselves to death? Haven't you heard that the Colosseum is already a river of blood! I'm telling you, my brother-in-law secretly sent a message just now, telling us not to go now, whoever goes will die... It's so terrifying, our fleet's second, eighth, ninth, and tenth teams have already gone, and not one of them came out alive. Tens of thousands of people have died there."

"Ah? Tens of thousands of people have died... God, forget it, I'm definitely not going."

"But, will we be punished for hiding here?"

"Hiding? Who the hell said we were hiding?! Didn't we get intercepted by the enemy and are searching for them? Don't worry, it doesn't matter if we're missing. Hurry up, get a few bombs to blow up two streets and make some noise, and find a few scapegoats to arrange the scene..."

"Yes, yes, boss is wise!"

"..."

Finding an excuse might be punished in the future, but at least they didn't have to send themselves to death now. The pirates could still distinguish between advantages and disadvantages.

This scene of passive response was also being staged everywhere in the city.

...

Suren and the others came to the city-state of Moros this time only to save Kay, not to fight to the death with the North Sea Fleet.

From the beginning of the battle to now, almost nothing had gone beyond the plan.

The smoothness was not only due to the strength of Mr. Mirror and the thorough planning of Suren.

More importantly, the North Sea Fleet guys were too arrogant.

They underestimated the "Dawn Mercenary Group" too much.

The distribution of troops, the number of high-level professionals, means, and cards, almost all the information was known in detail to the outside world.

They probably thought that without a few hundred thousand troops storming the city, no one could save people.

As a result, they had fallen to this point.

Now, corpses were lying everywhere in the Colosseum, and the pirates were also scared to death, and didn't foolishly rush into it in batches anymore. Instead, they piled up more and more troops outside the Colosseum, seemingly planning to launch a general charge at some point.

Suren naturally wouldn't let them have their way.

Seeing that the number of people rushing into the pirates had decreased, he knew it was time to break through.

After taking a few dull blows to the head from underestimating the enemy, the morale of those pirates had been exhausted.

Suren wouldn't wait for them to gather again.

"Let's go!"

Suren gave a shout, and Qian Tiao, Barrett, and the others who were fighting fiercely immediately understood, and pulled back with a strong push.

First, the heavy mechanical puppet legion took the lead and rushed forward, covering the road with firepower, and all the members of the Dawn Mercenary Group rushed out towards one passage.

These pirates had been scared to death by Suren and the others. Now, when they saw a group of people rushing over, the first reaction of most people was not to stop them, but to dodge.

Suren and his party also successfully rushed out of the Colosseum.

Behind them hung a large group of relentless pursuers, shouting and killing.

There were no ships of the Dawn Mercenary Group at the dock, so the people of the North Sea Fleet couldn't judge their retreat route, and couldn't set up an interception line at all.

They could only passively chase after them all the way.

After rushing out of the encirclement of the Colosseum, the pressure was instantly reduced too much.

Those low-level pirates couldn't catch up at all, and few people would foolishly risk their lives to chase.

Suren and the others only had to deal with those sixth and seventh-rank high-level professionals.

A group of people was like fierce tigers descending the mountain, unstoppable.

If Roman's faith hadn't collapsed, Suren and the others might have faced a continuous stream of Roman warriors from the city-state of Moros coming to besiege them.

But now, there were only people from the North Sea Fleet.

Moreover, since they hadn't been able to keep them in the Colosseum before, it was even more impossible for those people to keep them now that they were starting to retreat.

Suren looked at the range of the faint blue light罩 covering the sky, and immediately changed his retreat direction towards the dock to the East City.

As long as he could leave the range of the [Prism Barrier], he could immediately use long-distance directional teleportation to leave here.

In this way, the Dawn Mercenary Group, followed by hundreds of thousands of people, rushed all the way from the South City to the East City...

...

The Dawn Mercenary Group withdrew from the Colosseum, and all the people from the North Sea Fleet chased after them.

As the princess of the Mafa royal family, "Frost Moon Princess" Skardi Harris, naturally couldn't disregard her image and chase after them as well.

But she also knew that she must not let the people of the Dawn Mercenary Group leave.

She gave a stern shout: "Chase! Damn it, you must not let them escape, all of you go after them!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

With an order, the guards also left in large numbers, leaving only a few personal guards beside Stika.

This pampered princess looked at the retreating crowd, and now only had exasperated anger left.

But there was more despair and confusion in her heart.

Those guys had their "submarine research base," "neuro-mechanical technology," and many treasures from the Void Ruins!

Especially the latter two, which must be obtained at any cost.

But now, she was watching the treasures that were within her reach slip away.

Although she still held a glimmer of hope, her reason was very clear. Since they couldn't be kept in that kind of siege just now, how could they possibly be caught up now?

The foundation of their Mafa Empire's alliance with the North Sea Kingdom had almost completely collapsed.

Without those Void Ruins, what qualifications did those dirty pirates of the North Sea Fleet have to let her, a dignified imperial princess, personally marry into a political alliance?

She originally thought that coming to this remote area, with her means and abilities, and with the support of the empire, she might not be able to create a powerful "North Sea Kingdom" in the future, directly threatening the back of the Luying, thereby reaping a continuous stream of benefits, and even creating a "Third Empire."

But now, before the dream had even begun, the plan had been shattered.

"Damn it! Damn it! This group of useless pirates!"

Stika couldn't help cursing when she thought that she had made a desperate bet to come to the North Sea, but got such a result.

She had seen that battle just now with her own eyes, and her royal guard had done their best to fight, and died in large numbers.

And what about that group of pirates?

Seeing that the casualties were large, they actually flinched!

Only one or two tens of thousands of people had died, and they actually flinched?!

Useless!

If it were replaced by imperial soldiers, even under the same conditions, 200,000 troops would be enough to kill all of these people!

Stika attributed everything to this rabble of pirates.

That pretty face was also distorted by anger.

However, after the anger, she became confused again.

She looked at the distance with scattered eyes, with all kinds of feelings in her heart.

The "prophecy" was not this situation at all...

That's right, prophecy!

Suddenly, Stika thought of something and suddenly woke up: "That bitch must have concealed some important information!"

Only then did she recall why that puppeteer had captured Onis Popov in the first place?

If there hadn't been an exchange of hostages, it would have been impossible for the Dawn Mercenary Group to leave so easily.

They would never have been so passive!

But from beginning to end, that High Priestess of the temple had never mentioned any prophecies related to Onis.

"No! The conflict is definitely not just because of that slave Kay. They had already become enemies when the golden spear of the temple was stolen! The news of the [Four-Color Elemental Heart] of Devil's Island was obviously to lure the puppeteer to..."

At this moment, Stika understood something and was already extremely angry, "That bitch had already foreseen that there would be a puppeteer, but didn't reveal half of it to me!"

Thinking of the performance of that High Priestess Helvir when she saw her son being killed before, Stika had guessed that that person might have "prophesied" this scene long ago!

But she hid it for her own selfish interests.

The reason for doing so much was to save her son!

To this end, she did not hesitate to let the North Sea Fleet and her Mafa suffer immeasurable losses.

"Damn commoners! Damn commoners..."

Stika's eyes trembled, and her chest heaved violently with anger.

She couldn't wait to tear that bitch into pieces immediately.

But then she seemed to be lost and muttered to herself.

A Roman High Priestess who had lost the support of her faith had no value at all.

Now, even if she killed her, what could she do?

Stika was still in a frenzy, her pupils were scattered, and her expression became slightly dazed.

But she was completely unaware that the killing intent had already quietly arrived.

The personal guard next to her seemed to have discovered something and shouted angrily, "Your Highness, be careful!"

"Be careful of assassins!"

However, it was too late.

Stika looked over blankly. At that moment, a parasitic tumor suddenly appeared on her neck.

Then, this tumor grew madly and enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a naked man.

A "person" grew on Stika's shoulder!

He grinned and let out a goblin-like creepy laugh in his throat.

Also, because this parasitic tumor absorbed most of the life energy on Stika's body, her originally plump body instantly withered.

The mechanical guards were in a panic when they saw a "parasitic species" growing on their princess.

The experienced captain of the guards quickly chopped the man into two pieces with a knife, blood splattered out, and a shikigami paper doll fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, this knife killed the "parasitic species," but it also chopped on Princess Stika.

Even though the guards quickly used various first-aid methods, the divine light in Princess Stika's eyes dimmed.

...

At the same time, on a distant tower.

Ekaterina looked at the Mafa princess who had fallen in a pool of blood, with no expression on her face.

If she wanted to control the North Sea, she would never let the Mafa people interfere.

This Stika must die.

Moreover, the North Sea Fleet suffered heavy casualties in this battle, and there would be major changes in the originally stable management. She could also arrange for more people to infiltrate.

The North Sea Kingdom could almost be completely under control.

Originally, the time to act was almost right,

But now it was just right.

Ekaterina thought of something, and looked at the Dawn Mercenary Group who had already fled far away, and there was no fluctuation in her eyes.

At this moment, a shikigami paper doll floated over from outside and landed in the tower.

The paper doll turned into a strange man wearing a black and white hunting suit and a tall hat.

If Suren was here, he would definitely recognize that this was an old acquaintance, the "Yokai" Abe Taiwa from the Mountain Hidden Country.

This Great Yin Yang Master respectfully cupped his hands and saluted, "Miss, the shikigami curse has been planted. She should be able to live for two more days, but her soul has been sucked away by the [Soul-Swallowing Ghost], she will definitely die."

Ekaterina said lightly, "Well done."

Abe Taiwa heard this and did not dare to overstep, "It is my honor to serve Miss."

Ekaterina didn't say anything more and turned to walk down the tower.

Suddenly, she thought of something and said lightly, "Oh, and. Don't use such disgusting methods to kill people in front of me next time."

"Yes."

Abe Taiwa lowered his head and bowed respectfully.

After a moment, he watched the people leave, and then he tilted his head and muttered, "I think this [Corpse Soul Parasitism] technique is pretty good. Thanks to the inspiration Suren gave me before."

He looked at the strong blood energy in the Colosseum again, "Tsk tsk, so many corpses, I can study my new technique..."

As soon as he finished speaking, no one could be seen in the tower anymore, only a shikigami paper doll floated down.

...

Suren didn't know why, but suddenly there were a lot fewer people chasing him.

Those mechanical warriors who had just been chasing desperately, chased and chased, and ran back to the Colosseum?

Could it be that something happened to Princess Stika?

Suren was not sure what happened.

However, this was good news for their Dawn Mercenary Group, and their pressure was lighter.

From beginning to end, only those royal mechanical warriors were always fighting desperately, not retreating, not fearing, and the most difficult to deal with.

It was better if they didn't chase.

Now, the plan entered the withdrawal stage,

During the battle,

Suren also took the time to ask Mr. Mirror.

The battle situation on the Central Square was also very smooth.

Although Mr. Mirror was a newly promoted eighth-rank, her foundation was not comparable to that of a Viking pirate.

After a fierce battle, not only did she not fall into a disadvantage, but she suppressed Oleg and beat him.

After confirming the battle situation on Mr. Mirror's side, Suren had no worries at all and led Qian Tiao and the others all the way.

The [Prism Barrier] left space fragments everywhere in the city, which limited Suren's space shift. But as long as he didn't teleport over a long distance, he could almost safely avoid it.

Suren and the others rushed out of the East City all the way, and soon left the scope of the barrier.

Although those sixth and seventh-rank great pirates were still chasing relentlessly, the Dawn Mercenary Group was not unprepared.

Several old vampires had inherited it for thousands of years. Where could they not have some good things in their hands?

They had prepared a defensive treasure of the forbidden object level - [Vlad III's Coffin].

Once unfolded, the coffin released an invincible barrier that lasted for half a minute.

Originally, this amount of defense time didn't make much sense for this kind of battle.

But Suren was not flustered. He put everyone into the Little Void Realm, and then calmly took the coffin, directly crushed the space crystal core, and performed a directional shift.

In an instant, on the sea several miles away, with a gentle breeze and a bright sun.

A space rune flashed on the deck of the Eternal Night Emperor, and a figure had quietly appeared there.

The members of the Dawn Mercenary Group cheered instantly: "Mr. Suren is back!"
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