Chapter 3150 Might

Chapter 3150 Might

Everyone looked to the skies. It wasn't something they had a choice about. When the entire world turned dark and there was just a single point of light left, it was impossible not to look up.

But then, they were soon distracted from the sight by the stirring in their bodies.

Almost every warrior in the God Realm had some Weapon Force, whether it was a true weapon like Sword Force or the like, or the Ancient Weapon Forces, that being the Fist or Palm; most had it in some form.

The word Weapon had gone through many changes throughout the years. In ancient times, it didn't refer to a tool at all, at least not in the normal sense.

Instead, it referred to utility itself, and in this case, anything that could be utilized to attack. It wasn't until weapons became more mainstream and the first Weapon Forces were created that the meaning of the word came to change.

These days, far more people used conventional Weapon Forces as opposed to the so-called Ancient Weapon Forces... Fist Force, Palm Force, Kicking Force, Finger Force...

That said, there were still corners of the world where this still existed, and there would never be a time where their presence was more obvious than when the Idol Battlefield descended.

At that moment, in a corner of the world, a monk with a shaved head looked up to the skies. Hints of surprise flickered in his eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If others who knew this man saw his reaction, they would be astonished. This man had not shown a single hint of emotion in millennia. For him to show even the slightest hint showed just how shocked he was about the changes.

What the monk didn't know was that this was exactly what Leonel wanted. If he couldn't even trick this monk, how would he catch the Demoness off guard?

The monk slowly stood to his feet, his loose brown robes hanging from him like tied-up curtains. Yet they didn't seem to obstruct his steps in the slightest.

Ile slid open the doors of what looked like a traditional Japanese home, and he walked out to the fluttering snow in the darkness.

Mirae was the last of them. She was a woman, soft and demure, silent and graceful. No matter how you looked at her, she just looked like a normal woman, albeit somewhat beautiful, though not world-shakingly so. Though this might be because she was bald just like the rest of her brothers and sisters. Maybe if she grew her hair out, she would be a world-toppling beauty herself.

Ilowever, it was clear that she didn't care about this in the slightest.

The flow of the curtain-like robes allowed her small breasts to flow naturally as she took a step forward, and unlike her two brother monks, there didn't seem to be a change to the world when she moved.

However...

If one looked closely, it would be possible to see that every one of her fingers was adorned with a ring, something that looked completely out of place for such a minimalistic monk.

When her fingers moved slightly, veins that could shake the world pulsed through them before vanishing after she settled down, realizing that she was using too much strength.

These three were an odd trio, but what was especially odd was the fact that they didn't seem to radiate a Dimensional level at all... it was like all three of them were still mortals.

And as though that wasn't weird enough... all three of them didn't have the hallmarks of other Races at all... they looked....

Human.

"The rest of you..." the monk said lightly before pausing and shaking his head. This was too sudden. If not, then maybe he would be able to set at least another three. But maybe this was just fate.

The other monks didn't show the slightest change in expression at all as though they weren't disappointed that they had just wasted millennia of their life.

"Go! The monk said. "Show the world the might of the Human Race!"