Chapter 269 - 180: He Doesn’t Want to Live Anymore?_2

Chapter 269: Chapter 180: He Doesn’t Want to Live Anymore?_2

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The Bone Priest’s wisdom was not high, this could be sensed when communicating with it. But as a thousand-year-old Silver Skeleton Priest, its wisdom couldn’t possibly be low. It seemed that it was proficient in other areas, such as fighting.

Under the Bone Priest’s Soul Impact, King’s Arrival, and Oke’s Burning Vision, the swarm of bugs that surged like a tidal wave couldn’t come close for quite some time.

Hermorthos grew anxious. The entire space emitted a hissing sound, spreading like ripples. Instantly, the bugs went mad, accelerating frantically, even stepping on their own kind. If their peers were in the way, they wouldn’t hesitate to bite them down.

In this all-out frenzy, the bug wave surged to within ten meters of Oke, threatening to engulf him.

If Oke was submerged by the bugs, his death would be certain. Although he was protected by Ange, he was still a mere human. The Barrier of Light couldn’t last forever.

Oke was fearless and shouted loudly: “Master Ange, grant me divine power. I am willing to offer everything in exchange for your arrival!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce fire of life ignited on Oke’s body.

“Kvada, a sacrifice? What kind of bloody fanatic is he? Is he trying to die? Even if he wins, he won’t survive,” Negris said with a mix of envy, jealousy, and incomprehension.

Ange had no time to pay attention to him. From the moment the fire of life ignited on Oke’s body, Ange felt the opening of an unobstructed energy pathway between them.

Watching his devout follower being swallowed by the bug swarm, how could Ange not be anxious? He was so anxious that he wanted to break through and reach out to him. But the contact between Ange and Oke was like a small pipe, constantly supplying, but at a minimal flow rate.

Finally, through the sacrifice, the small pipe crackled and turned into a high-speed highway. All of Ange’s power flowed over at once.

Oke let out a horrible scream. His body couldn’t withstand the massive power and felt like it was about to tear apart.

However, the next moment, the Purification Technique’s light enveloped him, healing the injury of his body.

Then, he stepped on the ground, spreading the Instant Death Halo. At the same time, layers of dragon scales emerged from his skin, his body rapidly grew, transforming into a three-meter-tall Dragon-Man, uncontrollably rushed out.

In the first second, he completed the transformation. In the second second, he plunged into the bug pile like a high-speed object crashing into it, causing bug juice to splash everywhere. In the third second, he pounced on the piece of biological tissue and punched it.

The biological tissue exploded, with ripples exploding from where his fist landed.

Even the water was impure, as it reduced, the concentration of the insect ash liquid increased. During this process, Ange continued to scoop out the purified insect ash liquid and pour it back into the barrel.

Three barrels were purified into one, with the concentration of the ash liquid tripled.

The left hand purified while the right hand alternated between Face Purification Technique and Rebirth Technique. Eventually, Ange realized that the Rebirth Technique was more effective for this situation and decided to only use the Rebirth Technique.

Watching Ange’s movements, Negris shook his head, “It’s useless, life sacrifice is a process of burning one’s entire life story in an instant. It’s a process that even Gods cannot reverse because the life flame has already burnt out.”

“If life could be reversed, the World Tree wouldn’t only have more than nine thousand years of lifespan left. Even the God of Life himself couldn’t reverse this process. Don’t waste your energy. Wait, what?” Negris stopped mid-sentence, surprised by the situation within the barrel. Had Oke’s ashening process actually stopped?

The surrounding onlookers silently bore witness to the miracle, watching the previously ashening Oke audaciously stop the process within the barrel. At this point, more than half of his body had turned to ash, exposing his skeletal structure and organs.

But he didn’t die, he just stared blankly at Ange, as if understanding something: Lord Ange was saving him?

The process lasted for a whole day and night, during which Ange added six more barrels of insect ash liquid, causing even Negris to wince in sympathy.

If it were the past, the insect ash liquid, which was only used as fertilizer or for the hatching of stone eggs, wouldn’t have been a big deal.

But now, the purified insect ash liquid could reverse life — a treasure which might even tempt the Gods themselves with its unimaginable value.

“Oh my, didn’t you just kill Hermorthos? Wouldn’t that mean there will be no more bugs in the future? Wouldn’t that mean what we have is all we have? That’s no good, I think I’ll go cover up the barrels to prevent any evaporation. If I had this stuff back in my day, I wouldn’t have died at ten thousand and two.”

The process of greying had been stopped, and all that was left was the healing. Oke, who was left with only bones and some organs, was moved into the Holy Essence Liquid. He then miraculously regrew all the missing parts of his body.

But the newly regenerated Oke was somewhat different. His youthful face, having the appearance of a young teen, was coupled with a distinctly muscular body. A scan of his soul revealed him to have a bone density even higher than Luther, a high-level Sword Saint.

“In future, anyone who sees your face and thinks you’re easy to bully, then tries to punch you... your body must have been born to withstand divine power,” said Negris.

This was common. Many magicians would wear loose robes, not because they were weak, but because their bodies were so muscular that if they ripped their robes, they would reveal bulging muscles. That’s because only strong bodies could withstand greater power.

Oke scratched his head innocently, then knelt down fervently in front of Ange, bowing deeply: “Thank you, my Lord, for granting me a new lease on life.”

Ange just nodded, then said to Negris: “I need to sleep.” He found a shady spot, dug a hole, crawled into it, and buried himself.

Negris looked at Ange with concern, he was going into hibernation? Looks like the exhaustion was extreme, would he be alright?