Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 728: Summoning the Future, the Reverence Toward Kings

"Purgatory Demon Clan!"

The moment he saw the vast, surging tide of demonic qi that blanketed the sky, Gerald's face turned grim.

As a titan-level powerhouse, a Tyrannosaur Warlord, he knew full well that the forbidden zones flanking the desert could never completely seal it off. In fact, he had ventured beyond them several centuries ago, but had ultimately returned.

Just over two hundred thousand kilometers beyond the forbidden zone lay one of the empires of the Purgatory Demon Clan: the Dark Demonic Morkaya Empire. Within a radius of one million kilometers around their territory, all alien races had either been subjugated by the Purgatory Demon Clan or wiped out.

Gerald had no idea what lay beyond that range; after sensing how perilous the outside world had become, he had quietly retreated, praying that this tiny corner would remain undiscovered by the Purgatory Clan.

Yet after all these centuries, that dreaded day had still come.

Fortunately, there were only five demon-king-level auras within that churning wave of demonic qi. If they could slay all of the invading demons, there was still hope to lead a portion of their people in retreat.

With that thought, the hundred-meter-tall Gerald took a deep breath, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. A golden crystal appeared in his hand.

His divine soul will surged into the crystal, activating the seven divine soul powers sealed within. "A powerful foreign enemy has invaded. Quickly rally your elite armies and converge upon me. We must unite our strength."

Immediately, two of the soul powers within the golden crystal trembled, releasing powerful thoughts.

"Enemy invasion!"

"An alien race has entered our Forbidden Yellow Sand Grounds!?"

Gerald’s expression darkened. "Kofi, Kavadora, and Andy must’ve fallen... Their divine soul fluctuations showed no response."

As fellow powerhouses who had all inherited the legacy of the Supreme God in their youth, Gerald and the seven Tyrannosaur Kings maintained a connection.

However, it required Gerald, as the Tyrannosaur Warlord, to activate the crystals and channel his divine soul power in order to trigger a response. Only then would the other Tyrannosaur Kings be able to receive the signal and send a trace of their will.

Yet now, only two Kings had responded. Clearly, the other five had already met with disaster.

Gerald said in a deep voice, "You must bring your warriors here immediately. This enemy is formidable. Kofi and the others didn’t even have time to send a signal before they fell."

The two remaining Tyrannosaur Kings dared not delay. Their locations were just over a hundred kilometers away from Gerald’s oasis, flanking him on either side. They quickly mobilized their armies.

Soon, under the veil of night, the desert sands roared as the ground trembled. Two armies of over twenty thousand warriors each surged forward, riding tyrannosaur beasts.

Meanwhile, the churning demonic clouds in the sky had already drawn within a hundred kilometers. The ominous pressure blotted out the heavens, plunging the world into darkness and obscuring the moonlight.

Outside the grey-stone city that spanned over twenty kilometers, three massive battle formations—two of twenty thousand and one of fifty thousand—stood tall, each emanating red, blue, and golden halos.

Above the formations, the enormous Tyrannosaur Kings and Warlord loomed, their auras resonating with the battle patterns etched below and radiating dazzling light that illuminated the night sky.

Within the city behind them, nearly a million ordinary Tyrannosaur Aliens—elders, women, and children—gripped whatever weapons they could find, standing on rooftops and atop the walls while watching the distant horizon.

As they watched the demonic qi clouds approach with unsettling speed, Bardi, surrounded by a halo of red battle patterns, wore an ugly expression. "Where did these aliens breach our defenses from?"

Gerald shook his head slightly, speaking in a heavy tone. "I don't know either. Perhaps a gap we weren’t aware of."

He had destroyed the original entrance back then. However, the forbidden zone that surrounded the desert was vast—no one could be certain whether other rifts remained.

Within the blue-glowing halo, Tyrannosaur King Lagin furrowed his brow. "Kofi’s tribe lies in that direction, so their demise makes sense. But why didn’t Kavadora respond either?"

Gerald and the others paused slightly.

Indeed—Kavadora’s tribe is located further back, and the enemy has appeared from a different direction. Why didn’t his divine soul respond when the Soul Stones trembled?

There was no time to ponder. The Abyssal Demonic Domain, spanning nearly two hundred kilometers, had already appeared on the horizon. Within the surging demonic qi, countless grotesque figures roared and howled.

They were over a million Tyrannosaur Aliens and colossal beasts—already corrupted and demonized.

Seeing this, Lagin and the other two had unsightly expressions. "Damn it... they actually turned so many of our kind into monsters. I swear I’ll slaughter every last one of them!"

Boom!

A brilliant golden light erupted from Gerald’s body, flooding the skies. It formed a thirty-kilometer-wide ring that enveloped the heavens in its radiance, transforming the world into a domain of gold.

Within the golden halo, the forces of Lagin and Bardi, as well as Gerald’s fifty-thousand-strong army, had their auras soar dozens of times over.

Warriors at the Fourth Heavenly Realm now rivaled the Sixth; those at the Sixth broke through to the Seventh; and even advanced warriors had leapt an entire realm.

At the same time, with the strength of nearly a hundred thousand high-level warriors converging and feeding back, the auras surrounding Lagin and Bardi surged several times over, both breaking through from the middle to the late stage of the mythical level.

As for Gerald, his body swelled to over a kilometer tall, like a golden titan forged in divine fire. In his hand, seven types of battle patterns—golden, purple, blue, and more—merged to form a colossal warhammer.

"So your power really is unusual. Seems like you must’ve inherited something."

As the deep voice echoed out, the rolling demonic qi in the distance parted, revealing Alekriel. He stood a full kilometer tall with three heads and eight arms, his body cloaked in a swirl of demonic qi.

On either side of him, four grotesque figures stood two hundred meters tall, exuding immense demonic force that made Alekriel seem like the true lord of an abyssal hell.

HIs expression remained indifferent as he gazed at Gerald.

So what if these aliens have inherited some legacy? Today, they are fated to fall before the great Purgatory True Demons. Their bones will be trampled beneath my rise to become the Abyssal Great Demon King.

At this point, there was no more need for words. The world trembled. Endless demonic qi surged, morphing into massive tendrils that flooded forward.

"I’ll hold him back. The rest of you deal with Kofi’s group!" Gerald let out a long roar. His golden halo flared, gathering the power of the seven battle patterns. In a flash, a warhammer spanning three kilometers came crashing down.

Boom!

Everything beneath the golden hammer, wreathed in seven layers of battle pattern light, shattered to dust. The devastating strike shook the earth and collapsed sand dunes. The tendrils of demonic qi that had surged forward instantly disintegrated.

"Seeking death," Alekriel sneered. The kilometer-tall demon thrust his eight arms into the Abyssal Demonic Domain behind him. It trembled violently, space itself collapsing as he pulled forth a demonic spear over two thousand meters long.

The spear was wrapped in a dark red abyssal chain, as demonic qi coiled around it like a writhing dragon. Black lightning roared along its shaft, emanating an overwhelming pressure formed by two high-level laws.

Boom!

Channeling the Abyssal Force, the spear pierced forward and clashed with the golden warhammer.

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens and earth. The violent energy shattered space itself, sending a black shockwave sweeping across the battlefield and causing the entire world to tremble.

"Kill them!"

"Charge!"

As the fierce battle raged in the skies, the warriors below, surrounded by golden halos, charged forward on their tyrannosaur mounts, charging into the oncoming flood of demonic qi and the countless Abyssal Monsters.

In the blink of an eye, a brutal battle erupted. While hundreds of thousands of Abyssal Monsters clashed head-on with the tyrannosaur warriors, even more burst through the lines, riding waves of demonic qi into the city behind.

Buildings collapsed. Alien after alien was ripped apart and devoured, their blood dyeing the earth crimson.

The warriors fighting at the front screamed in anguish, eyes bloodshot. Above, Lagin and Bardi’s murderous auras surged, but they were immediately suppressed by two Abyssal Battle Demons.

Gerald was utterly enraged. "Today, I’ll kill every last one of you!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Golden light surged and trembled. A golden rain of swords descended from the sky, wiping out tens of thousands of Abyssal Monsters that had breached the city in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

As Gerald briefly lost focus, the demonic spear wrapped in terrifying energy smashed through the golden warhammer and struck his chest, instantly shattering seven battle pattern halos.

Immediately after, the Demonic Black Annihilation Lightning Law erupted violently. The overwhelming energy forced Gerald back more than ten kilometers, his aura churning uncontrollably.

Standing proudly above the endless tide of black demonic qi, Alekriel glanced down with a cold expression. "Your opponent is me. Next time you lose focus, I’ll take your head."

Boom!

The battle erupted again with renewed ferocity. Alekriel, at the peak of the mythical level, commanded two high-level abyssal laws. His overwhelming power, combined with the Abyssal Force summoned behind him, gave him battle strength comparable to a middle-stage great demon king.

Coupled with his true form imbued with a demon god's bloodline, he fought Gerald evenly—neither gaining the upper hand as explosions of golden light rocked the shattered space around them.

The aftermath of their clash forced Lagin and the other mythical-level powerhouses to retreat repeatedly. Countless tyrannosaur warriors and abyssal monsters were sent flying. The yellow desert sky now resembled the descent of the apocalypse.

As the battle dragged on, Gerald’s expression grew increasingly grave.

Though his cultivation was at the middle stage of the titan level, the seven inherited battle patterns he wielded each only equated to a low-level law. His breakthrough back then had relied on fusing all seven into one, pushing him across the threshold.

Now, against a demon king with such oppressive ability, Gerald held his own, and even suppressed him slightly through the interplay of his seven battle patterns. However, he lacked the explosive force needed to deal a decisive, crippling blow.

As the fight continued, Alekriel grew more excited. His body was wrapped in a dark red shroud of abyssal demonic qi, and his three heads muttered in a deep, chaotic voice.

"Your strength is indeed impressive, but in the end, you’re nothing more than nourishment for my rise to become the Abyssal Great Demon King."

Boom!

Gerald’s warhammer blasted away the demonic qi, his voice cold and low as he growled, "Courting death. Today, I will crush you to ash."

Boom!

In the next instant, a powerful force erupted from Gerald’s body. Unwilling to drag the battle out any longer, he unleashed his true trump card.

A golden Inherited Battle Order emerged from within him, radiating halos of light. The intangible aura of power spreading from it startled even Alekriel. "Principle power..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden Battle Order split into seven, each piece transforming into seven golden phantoms ten thousand meters tall. They descended from the sky, sealing the four directions. In that instant, the demonic qi within heaven and earth disintegrated, and Alekriel’s aura plummeted.

His laws, his innate abilities—everything had been sealed by the golden Battle Order. His strength dropped to the peak of an ordinary demon king. "You actually possess a sealing-type forbidden weapon!"

As the golden order descended, Gerald raised his warhammer high. Radiating golden brilliance across the heavens, it crashed down, sealing space itself as it smashed Alekriel into the ground.

Boom!

Heaven and earth cracked, and the yellow sands shattered. A shockwave dozens of kilometers wide rippled outward as violent winds and debris surged into the sky.

The sheer might of the strike nearly collapsed the Abyssal Demonic Domain. Over a hundred thousand Abyssal Monsters were instantly annihilated by the residual force. The devastation was so great, the battlefield fell into silence.

Just then, however, from deep within the shattered earth, a cold, furious voice rang out. "You actually shattered my true form. I will kill you!"

Boom!

A fearsome aura exploded upward. Even with his laws and abilities sealed, Alekriel still had his bloodline strength. His cold incantation echoed through the skies. "Si Yu Mo Shen Xu Mai..."

Boom!

The golden warhammer was blasted away by a powerful force.

Alekriel—two of his heads shattered, six arms severed, and half his body broken—slowly rose into the air. Behind him, a corner of a translucent river appeared.

From the river of time, a figure stepped forth—another Alekriel, clad in black battle armor, standing a full kilometer tall.

Boom!

Two versions of the same demon king from different time periods appeared at once. Instantly, a powerful temporal repulsion surged, but it was blocked by a far greater phantom looming behind Alekriel.

Unlike Augusta, who had once summoned a version of himself from the past, Alekriel had chosen to sacrifice the past to summon a brief glimpse of the future.

This future Alekriel was even stronger than the current one, and since he came from the future, he had no restraints. He immediately burned his laws and the origin of his bloodline in a frenzied eruption of power.

Boom!

Nine demonic spears, each three thousand meters long, merged into one. The combined strike swept across heaven and earth, sending the Tyrannosaur Warlord flying.

***

At the same time, on Blue Planet, the sky was beginning to brighten.

Within the planar worlds, Chen Chu, who had spent the night cultivating, slowly opened his eyes. The aura around him had become even more dense and imposing.

Now, with the Law of Soul added to his arsenal, he had tempered his already terrifying true form with five high-level laws and one supreme law, pushing his strength to new heights.

Boom!

The entire world trembled as Chen Chu slowly rose from the Soul Throne.

Sensing the immense power flowing within, Chen Chu’s face showed a faint smile. With a thought, he vanished.

On a nearby hillside, Chen Chu appeared, his black hair draped over his shoulders. An invisible pressure swept outward the moment he arrived. Everyone nearby instinctively shuddered, nearly falling to their knees.

Even though Chen Chu had already reined in his aura, the sheer oppressive force still made it hard for anyone to breathe. Shock and reverence filled their faces.

"Greetings, my lord."

"Greetings, Divine Might King."

The sentries and high-tier experts all bowed their heads respectfully.

"Mhmm. No need to be so formal." Chen Chu nodded lightly. Even though he said this, however, the soldiers still saluted him with solemn deference as he flickered past them and appeared before the rift in the blink of an eye.

Though Chen Chu was only seventeen years old, his cultivation had already reached the king level, inspiring deep awe in all who met him. Only a few of his old friends or acquaintances could still act naturally in his presence.

However, that ease existed only because Chen Chu had advanced too quickly. With him achieving the king level in just one year, people like Xia Youhui and the others simply hadn’t had time to adjust their mindset and behavior.

Normally, when facing a king-level cultivator, those beneath that realm were expected to be unfailingly respectful—in tone, in posture, in everything. It was the natural reverence owed to the powerful.

Just like back when Chen Chu had only just broken through to the Seventh Heavenly Realm, and he had stood trembling before the kings.