Chapter 176 Domineering

Mirror-sensei intercepted Oleg, and the North Sea Fleet finally realized that the situation was different from what they had expected.

This was beyond the "prophecy."

Before this, no one had imagined that there was an eighth-tier powerhouse behind the Dawn Mercenary Group.

And after Suren's puppet legion appeared, the battle completely entered a fever pitch.

In the arena, the pirates' human wave tactics clashed head-on with his puppet legion, and the two sides fought fiercely.

The huge arena was like a meat grinder, and people died every second. The ground was covered with scarlet blood, which turned into filthy plasma underfoot. But no one noticed that the blood gradually seeped into the cracks of the Colosseum of the God of War, which had stood for countless years.

Suren concentrated on using the eight-armed spider spear to control countless threads. With the Black Scythe and Rune Umbrella in hand, he accurately identified the tricky pirates within his field of vision, and slashed past with a few swift strikes, becoming more and more skilled at killing the enemy.

But gradually, he noticed an abnormality.

In the All-Knowing Eye, he saw wisps of blood energy gathering towards his body.

The appraisal showed [Blessing of the Heroic Spirit]?

Suren then remembered that the Moros Central Colosseum was a special building with transcendent power. The stone bricks, soaked in the blood of ancient gladiators, had remnants of the heroic souls of the God of War, which would grant gladiators the "Blessing of the Heroic Spirit."

One of the attributes was: "The braver you are, the greater the chance of receiving the blessing."

Suren didn't know how many pirates had died in his puppet theatre, but he estimated there were at least tens of thousands, and countless more injured.

In this battle, he fought against one hundred thousand enemies.

Perhaps since the establishment of this ancient colosseum, no gladiator who had shed blood here had killed more enemies than he had.

It was no exaggeration to say that he was unparalleled in bravery.

But this was indeed an accident.

Suren chose the Central Colosseum as the battle location purely because he thought it was more convenient, the site was suitable, it could accommodate more pirates, and it wouldn't harm the innocent.

Moreover, it was closer to the harbor, making it easier to evacuate.

He didn't expect to accidentally trigger this "Blessing of the Heroic Spirit."

That mysterious power made him feel very magical, as if there was some kind of enlightenment he had never been able to grasp, becoming clearer and clearer.

However, with the fierce battle situation and no side effects from the blessing, Suren didn't have time to think about it carefully.

After all, the battle situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

...

The North Sea Fleet failed to conquer for a long time, and the high-level members realized the seriousness of the problem. If they continued to drag on like this, even if they won, they would definitely be badly damaged, so they would definitely use any means.

Suren had never been so lucky to easily suppress the North Sea overlord, the "North Sea Fleet," which even the Luying Empire was helpless against.

Now it seemed that his puppet legion had given these guys a head-on blow in the first wave, destroying the arrogant arrogance of these pirates' human wave tactics.

But in fact, the reason why he was able to cause such heavy casualties was largely because the enemy had insufficient understanding of the puppet legion and underestimated them.

And Suren had been prepared for it.

As the fight went on, the other side came up with some targeted methods against the puppet theatre, such as fire-based spells to destroy the threads on a large scale, and vine spells to entangle the threads...

The efficiency of Suren's puppet legion was significantly reduced.

What's more, such a large pirate group must have some strange and strange cursed objects.

Suren was also paying attention to it at all times.

Sure enough, as the fight went on, the doom bird that had been standing on his shoulder suddenly cried out, reminding him: "High-level master! High-level master!"

Suren immediately turned his attention to Princess Stika, who was watching the battle from afar.

He hadn't paid attention to her before, because Suren felt that with such a princess watching the battle, there would definitely be a large number of experts to protect her. Leaving her alive would actually put less pressure on the Dawn Mercenary Group.

But he had never dared to underestimate her.

According to the information, the North Sea Fleet had three fleets here, and five seventh-tier professionals had appeared here.

But Suren had not forgotten one person.

He had fought him once before, but he was a master not in Yekaterina's information. That was Carlo Meldis, one of the top ten legendary bounty hunters.

This guy was Princess Stika's bodyguard, and he had never shown his face. Suren suspected that he must be lurking somewhere, preparing to sneak attack.

After all, this guy was known as the "Thief Emperor," and his stealth assassination methods were impossible to guard against.

If it were him, he would definitely use a decapitation tactic to find a way to solve the puppeteer.

The raven's reminder immediately alerted Suren.

But he wasn't afraid.

His spatial affinity was very high now, and he also had the black umbrella and ubiquitous threads, so no matter whether Meldis used spatial displacement or stealth to approach, he would definitely be able to sense it within a certain range!

Sure enough, when Suren fully released his perception, he suddenly sensed a group of soul flames appearing in the air a hundred meters away.

"Here he comes!"

Suren's expression suddenly turned stern, and then his face changed drastically: "So fast!"

Because just as he sensed the person appearing a hundred meters away, a spatial fluctuation had already appeared behind him.

Suren instinctively used [Teleportation] to leave the position he was standing in, but the killing intent followed him like a shadow and stuck to his back, while teleporting him to a place a dozen meters away.

A flash of knife light passed by.

A black dagger instantly severed the head of Suren's puppet substitute.

The killing intent was not over yet, and like a ghost, it stuck to Suren's back again, stabbing into his heart with another knife.

Suren teleported again, but that killing intent still clung to him like a lingering ghost.

"So strong...is this a top assassin?"

Suren hadn't felt the death crisis that made his scalp tingle for a long time.

Now, the bone-chilling killing intent pressed down on his body, even making it slightly stiff, and the runaway hormones of the fifth release were barely able to keep his body in a safe state of movement.

But at the same time as the crisis, he had a very strange feeling in his heart, that the suppression of ranks and domains was much easier than expected.

It stood to reason that a dignified top ten hunter, an old-fashioned seventh-tier professional, would kill him, a fifth-tier, and once he got close, just the rank pressure alone would make it impossible to breathe.

But now...it doesn't seem that strong?

"Is it because of that 'Blessing of the Heroic Spirit' just now?"

Suren guessed that it wasn't that the other party wasn't strong enough, but because of the strange comprehension in his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, just as he teleported again, he had just landed in a position, and a living corpse in the puppet legion turned around. Its dead red eyes glared, and a destructive laser immediately shot out.

"Buzz~" The red light came towards Suren's back, but it didn't penetrate him, but burned a lurking guy.

The smell of焦糊 immediately permeated the air.

That Meldis was obviously hit.

This was a cursed object he had obtained when intercepting the submarine before, the [Alpha Laser Alchemical Eyeball], which could emit a laser at the target it saw when it opened its eyes.

Suren felt the dagger on his neck pause for a moment, and muttered in his heart: Living corpses are the eternal gods!

This kind of corpse that has all the physical characteristics of a living person is just too easy to use. Curses like blindness and blood loss don't matter at all.

The living corpse glared, and its body immediately shriveled, but this also created another chance for Suren to catch his breath.

Originally, if he encountered a master of Meldis' level, Suren knew very well that it was impossible to win.

If he wanted to save his life, he could only rely on displacement methods to escape.

But now that the battle was fierce, his puppet legion naturally couldn't withdraw.

The old vampire "Blood Duke" Moore Wordsworth also discovered this powerful enemy, flapping his bat wings and wanting to come and protect Suren; Barrett also temporarily repelled Sami Gillo, and also meant to come and support him at any time...

But the strongmen of the North Sea Fleet naturally wouldn't let them get away so easily, and the entanglement was even more intense.

Moreover, before they could get away, someone took action one step ahead.

Just as Suren wanted to teleport away, he saw a patch of pink paint suddenly appear in the void.

It was as if someone had swiped a row of brushes across a canvas, and it just happened to coat Meldis, who was lurking, all over, immediately revealing the guy's body.

"Huh...?"

Suren heard a soft exclamation in his heart when he saw this method,

He immediately thought of who had done it.

It was Vincent F. van Gogh, one of the top ten legendary bounty hunters, the "God's Painter"!

Looking to the side, he saw a guy standing on a stone pillar in the distance of the arena, painting on a drawing board.

Seeing Suren look over, Van Gogh did not forget to respond with a friendly smile.

Since he had met Yekaterina in the city before, Suren was not surprised at all to see this guy appear here.

Van Gogh's move was also part of the "deal."

That young lady was waiting to marry "Fick Regardi" in three months, and she wouldn't let him die here now.

Meldis was covered in pink paint, looking very滑稽, and he recognized who had done it. While annoyed, he also knew that he had lost his chance to assassinate.

As one of the top ten legends, the other party would not give him a chance to attack again.

As he expected, Van Gogh didn't talk nonsense, and swiped a few more strokes on the drawing board, also chanting strange spells: "I take up my pen and draw a solid cage to bind dirty and evil thieves. This stroke of mine is called...Drawing the Ground as a Prison!"

Suren was no stranger to the painter's methods. Seeing Van Gogh take action, he also knew that the opportunity was rare, and he raised the Black Scythe tacitly and slashed at Meldis in the distance.

Originally, this kind of attack would be easily dodged by a seventh-tier powerhouse.

But the moment he raised the scythe, some "iron cages" drawn with black paint suddenly appeared in his vision, just trapping the thief emperor on the spot.

Van Gogh's [Drawing the Ground as a Prison] spell actually solidified one side of the space, which greatly limited Meldis' ability to move through space!

Just right, the Black Scythe's space crack also slashed over at this moment, about to cut the famous thief emperor in two.

In that split second, the guy shrank his bones strangely, and then窜了出去 from the cracks in the "iron cage," slipping away and disappearing.

...

"Slipped away..."

Suren glanced around, and had already lost track of Meldis.

A seventh-tier professional is not so easy to kill, which was also expected.

But now there is no need to worry about this top assassin. With Van Gogh taking action, that one probably has no chance to take action again.

Suren continued to control the puppet legion to fight, but his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

At this moment, he clearly felt a heroic spirit in his heart that seemed to be able to look down on the world.

It was at the moment when he was oppressed by the thief emperor's death that this feeling was like a volcanic eruption, and suddenly became clear.

"Am I about to awaken domineering aura?"

Suren vaguely knew what that ethereal feeling was.

No wonder Mirror-sensei kept saying that there was a shortcut to comprehending "domineering aura," that is, to fight to the death with a professional who had comprehended domineering aura, and feel that sense of death oppression.

But this is a pseudo proposition.

Under normal circumstances, professionals who comprehend domineering aura are one in a million geniuses, or professionals who are far superior in rank.

Without comprehending domineering aura, it is almost impossible to win.

The moment he was assassinated just now, while in danger, it was also an opportunity.

Suren's mind became clearer and clearer, wanting to seize this rare opportunity for enlightenment.

But at this moment, the black raven on his shoulder cried out, another deadly warning.

However, the black raven also showed off a meaning: Don't move, watch Grandpa Raven perform.

Suren didn't care about it.

In the next instant, the black bird, which had looked dull and silly before, suddenly underwent a mutation. Black gas rolled, and it turned from a raven with shiny feathers into a two-dimensional creature of sketch lines in an instant.

Any bird can be tamed with food. These days, Suren used various rations to lure it, and the silly bird finally mastered this bug-like rare space ability - [Space Dimensional Reduction].

The reason why Suren dared to stand in this arena and output was largely because of it.

This bird's ability is not that powerful now, but it is very good at saving lives!

The black raven turned into strips of black lines, and didn't continue to maintain the shape of a bird, but spread out, gradually covering Suren's body.

Its rank was too low to do the kind of infinite extension that the [Void Two-Way Worm] could do before, but it just happened to be able to form a cloak the size of a cloak, draped on Suren's body.

As soon as the two-way cloak was put on, Suren's aura changed abruptly.

He really became exactly the same as the second-level Death God phantom behind him.

Holding the Black Scythe and wearing a cloak steaming with death, covering most of his face.

The evil spirit was awe-inspiring!

Almost the moment the black raven transformed, several alchemical bullets broke through the wind.

The speed of these special sniper alchemical bullets was very fast, with almost no friction resistance in the air, silently, and hit Suren's "two-way cloak" very cleverly, avoiding the gargoyle defense.

But similarly, the bullets did not stir up any waves, and completely disappeared on the two-way cloak.

A top sniper with good marksmanship, on the left, three kilometers away in the southwest, using a very special gun, special alchemical bullets...

After a round of shooting, the information was judged.

But it didn't matter anymore.

Almost all physical firearms and ammunition are useless in the face of the black raven's dimensional reduction ability.

At this moment, Suren stopped dodging, letting the rain of bullets descend like raindrops, falling on the cloak, and were all digested by dimensional reduction.

In his eyes, there was only the coldness of the Death God.

On his body, an overbearing aura slowly rose.

Those Mafa snipers and North Sea Fleet pirates only had fear left on their faces when they saw Suren in the form of the Death God.

At this moment, everyone's eyes seemed to see a messenger from the underworld, ruthlessly reaping the lives of people in the arena.

That mysterious, weird, terrifying, and dark death aura was becoming more and more domineering.

So much so that not only the pirates, but also Qian Tiao, Barrett, Wordsworth...all the people in the Dawn Mercenary Group turned their heads.

...

With the black raven guarding him, Suren only felt that the feeling of looking down on the world was becoming clearer and clearer.

He fell into a very strange state.

Crystal threads stretched out from his body, like catkins in the sky, spreading to every corner of the arena.

And those threads extended part of his perception, and were more like his thoughts, controlling everything within the arena.

At this moment, he vaguely had a feeling.

The feeling of a strong man overlooking all living beings.

Everything in this arena was under his control, and everyone in this arena was a puppet on a string, staging a drama of encirclement and killing that had already been set.

From the moment the war started, there was nothing that could make Suren feel surprised by the "plot."

The pirates of the North Sea Fleet were still rushing to kill, with different expressions on their faces, brave, fearless, timid, cowardly,奸猾, fear...

The life and death of most people was at Suren's whim.

And those high-level enemies were not that he couldn't kill them. But in the plot staged in this theatre, they shouldn't have died in the first place.

Suren vaguely felt that he had touched what the super-level content that he couldn't understand in [Fatal Novel·Country of Yellow Springs] was.

He once talked to Fujiwara Hayato and asked him why he could depict a real novel world.

The great writer's answer was that the people in the world in the book seemed to have their own consciousness and thoughts, and they thought so themselves. But in fact, without jumping out of the cognition of that world in the book, they were just living according to some kind of "world will." As the author, he was not so much creating that world as he was depicting the laws of that world will. Everyone in it was connected by threads, birth, old age, sickness, and death, flowers blooming and falling...

The world that Fujiwara Hayato controlled was [Country of Yellow Springs].

The world that Suren controlled was this small puppet theatre.

Control?

Yes, it's the feeling of controlling everything.

Suren suddenly realized something.

Before, he always felt a nameless energy stirring in his heart.

At this moment, that feeling of sand flowing through his fingers became clearer and clearer in his increasingly skilled puppet manipulation.

The "Blessing of the Heroic Spirit" of the arena was still constantly gathering on him,

In an instant,

His eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp light, and he grasped that ethereal feeling.

The strands of loose sand in his hand quietly condensed and formed a wire-control crucifix that controlled the fate of others.

Unconsciously, an invisible aura surrounded Suren's body.

I am the master of all living beings, I am not afraid of anything.

"So that's how it feels..."

He looked calmly at the hand holding the Black Scythe, and a layer of translucent ripples had surrounded his body.

It was not something at the energy level, but a perception of the cognition of the world. This was also what Mirror-sensei said that alchemy could not "exchange" for, the mark of the strong - domineering aura.

...

At the same time, those melon-eating masses who were paying attention to the battle in the arena were stunned.

Before, Suren had used a puppet theatre to kill the North Sea Fleet and turn it upside down, which was shocking enough.

He didn't expect that he would comprehend domineering aura on the spot.

"Breaking through in battle, this talent and comprehension is really enviable..."

"Another fifth-tier freak who has comprehended domineering aura. And this domineering aura doesn't seem to be the common 'killing type', 'hero type', and 'overlord type'...another great embryo for a top powerhouse."

"Domineering aura is not to mention, haven't you discovered that he is still a second-level talent? That Death God phantom is an amazing talent, at least A-level, or even some kind of S-level talent!"

"Before, I thought that Kai, who awakened the second-level [Red Demon] talent, was already a rare genius. A big nobleman from Luying heard the news and wanted to find a way to get this slave in his hands. I didn't expect that compared to him, Kai is just a 'mediocre talent' in this Dawn Mercenary Group. Tsk tsk, it's really a bunch of monsters..."

"Hey, fortunately, the boss behind you didn't get anyone to go. Otherwise, who would be able to stop today's battle of the North Sea Fleet if this person fell into someone's hands? That Princess Stika is probably regretting it now, who is not good to provoke, but to provoke this group of freaks."

"I heard that the North Sea Fleet has been wanted this 'Dawn Mercenary Group'. They caught Kai and showed off for a while, just waiting to fish on the door. Now it's good, people have come to the door. This loss is enough to hurt their muscles and bones."

"Tsk tsk, a new pirate group that is not inferior to the 'Four Kings', the future of this sea is lively."

"..."

Information merchants, newspaper reporters, and melon-eating masses were all calling out to broaden their horizons.

Outsiders felt that the matter had become too big and could not be ended.

As the person involved, how could Princess Stika not have any regrets?

She recalled that her grievances with the Dawn Mercenary Group started when she suspected that a pirate squadron of the North Sea Fleet had "neuromechanical technology," so she wanted to kill and seize it. I didn't expect that not only did it not succeed, but it also suffered a small loss. Then it was inexplicably chased in the sea ruins, and then the encounter in the Void Secret Realm...

I didn't expect that this "minion" who was completely ignored at first has now become a confidant's trouble.

If she had known that Dawn had an eighth-tier powerhouse, she would not have acted so rashly. She didn't know that all this was caused by the "prophecy" of the high priest in the temple.

But now, it's all too late.

....

On the tower.

The butler whispered, "Miss, the sniper has been taken care of. Over at Central Square, that 'Mirror-sensei' has a slight advantage..."

Yekaterina seemed to be deaf and kept her eyes fixed on the arena. She looked at the aura surrounding Suren's body and chuckled, "'Dominator's' domineering aura, it's rare..."