Chapter 297: 140: [What Does It Feel Like to Capture Darius Turtlefield?) 2<div>


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    “Essenceplete, now… Activate!”


    “They were mocking Logan before, but then they took out a Lower Super Rank Peak Level Netherworld Raven and dominated the battlefield!”<div>


    “Well, someone said before that the strong can do whatever they want, as if they were mocking Logan for being exploited and oppressed, what now?”


    “The real question is, how did Logan, as a deity yer who was deemed powerless against the Turtlefield Aristocracy, achieve this?”


    “I know.”


    “Just say it, is a sentence that hard?”


    “Back when Logan was a top schr, he had a teacher who was an Upper Godly yer and had recently been promoted to the King’s Throne. You can check the new list of Council members. It should be that one.”


    “Cough cough, let me remind you, you should use ‘one’ to refer to the Throne.”


    “Never mind that, it’s so coincidental? Even for us Deity yers who have the easiest time advancing, the chances of advancing from a high-ranking Overstep to the Throne are one in a thousand or even less!”


    “But the fact is that it’s so coincidental. I am from Zow City, and I heard that a high-ranking Overstep made a huge mistake and was sent to Zow City to be confined. Who would have thought that they would just happen to take Logan on as a disciple…”


    “What is this? Immense fortune?”


    “That still doesn’t exin why Logan bothers saving his former race. Logically, it has nothing to do with him, isn’t this doing too much?”


    “Yeah, ording to this trend, even if he saves the Sky Man Tribe and Celestial<div>


    “Not necessarily doing too much. I’ve heard of cases like this, and it seems to have quite a few benefits.” “What benefits?” “Regarding changing races.”


    “You can change races?”


    “Yes, as long as there is a Throne Level powerful being, they can use their authority, consume one of their one hundred-year chances, and allow a deity yer to change their race.”


    “A Throne, one hundred years, that’s a huge cost.”


    “I have also heard that as long as a Deity yer can ensure a good exnation for their original race, they will have this authority. And the quality of this ‘exnation’ determines the level of the new race chosen from the following four – ‘Lower-ss War Race, High-level War Race, Low-level Monarch Race, High -level Monarch Race’. ”


    “No wonder, I secretly mocked Logan before, thinking that even though he was a top schr, he was worse than me and had been plotted against, but now he’s taken off.”


    “However, it doesn’t necessarily mean that the new race you can change into after paying a huge price is better than the one you originally got at random.”


    “Sour grapes. Let me ask you, if you have the chance to change your garbage prisoner breed, will you take it?”


    “Uh, I can’t argue against that.”


    T20 World Region,<div>


    T201219 Celestial (Small), Eastern Land, Heaven Province


    Great Virtue, Imperial Capital,


    Above the World’s Number One Martial Arts Tournament Venue, inside the venue, Julius looked at the words in the forum. At this moment, his heart hadpletely fallen into the abyss, and a fierce light suddenly shed in his eyes,


    “Damn it!”


    “As I thought, sheltering his ‘previous’ race is for the purpose of obtaining a better race and world!”


    “He was punished to an impoverished and secluded ce for confinement, and identally became the disciple of an Upper Overstep teacher, who then actually advanced to the Throne and became his background, even willing to consume a hundred-year chance…”


    “Why hasn’t a story like that in the novels happened to me?”


    While Julius was envious and jealous, the ruthlessness in his heart grew stronger,


    “Just like I want to step on the Sky Man Tribe to advance, you also want to step on me to obtain a better race and world.”


    “If I can’t do it, then you won’t be able to either!”


    “What? Just because you have a good teacher? Anyone could rely on their background. If I had one too, I’d be even better at relying on it!”<div>


    “Damn you, privileged one. I’ll make sure you don’t get your way!”


    Julius steeled his heart and made a decision, wanting to see Logan fail, and in an instant, he focused his will— The next moment,


    Boom!


    A huge explosion, endless light and heat burst forth.


    This was the second self-detonation!


    Unlike Geogio’s self-detonationst time, this one was even more terrifying. Almost the moment Julius’s avatar self-detonated, the entire Celestial showed crazy trembling signs!


    But before anyone else could react, Lord Yan let out a cry. His ck-gold noble feathers moved slightly, tearing open the barrier between the present world and the Netherworld Dimension, revealing a crack. The dark, cold, and deathly Netherworld breeze blew silently. In an instant, the endless light and heat produced by Julius’s self-detonation werepletely extinguished!


    At the same time, Lord Yanughed lightly.


    “Gaga, self-detonate?”


    “If it were anything else, I might not be able to do it.”


    “But self-detonation? That’s the least harmful attack to the Netherworld rules!”


    “Although self-detonation can generate violent energy fluctuations, massive spiritual energy chain reactions can instantly destroy everything.” “However, self-detonation is a kind of death.”


    “And as long as it is death, it belongs to the Netherworld, so…”


    “You want to use death to fight against the Netherworld?”


    Under Lord Yan’s relentless mockery, all reactions caused by self-detonation werepletely eliminated, and the crack connecting the present world and the Netherworld Dimension gradually disappeared, as if it had healed.


    Unintentionally, Warrior Ancestor Hime seemed to have an illusion, “hearing” the crack as if it was quite satisfied, and let out a “full belch”… as if it was very pleased with its previous “feast”.


    Thinking about this, Warrior Ancestor Hime couldn’t help but show a strange smile, secretly ridiculing,


    “If Julius knew that his carefully nned self-detonation aimed at destroying everything not only had no effect but also satisfied the Netherworld Dimension, what would he think?”


    These thoughts shed through Warrior Ancestor Hime’s mind, and he continued to look at Lord Yan.


    However, Lord Yan didn’t make any further moves. His help was limited to killing two mythical-level Lotan Grand Archbishops and suppressing Julius’s self-detonation. Regarding the rebellions in other countries besides Great Virtue or the still alive Lotan warriors, Lord Yan didn’t make any moves. Only when…


    Lord Yan’s eyes lit up when he saw Darius Turtlefield, who was healing his wounds while lowering his presence on one side.


    Then, his face blossomed into a surprise that others could hardly imagine a duck having. With a slight wave of his feathers, countless Netherworld horn rules transformed into a hand covering the sky, imprisoning Darius Turtlefield in it, eager to take the huge “spoils” to Logan and ask for a reward! However, Darius Turtlefield’s face was full of despair because— He was his real body!


    After all, he was now the Heavenly Celestial God, and every time he tried to approach the Celestial before, he would be personally led by Valkyrie Zoe Dalziel to repel him, and then return to his pce in Mud Hell to vent and indulge himself.


    As a descendant of the dominator Lord of Mud, nobody dared to provoke him daily—


    He couldn’t blend in with the circle of dominator descendants.


    As a result, Darius Turtlefield had no habit of using avatars and always traveled with his real body.


    Now, he capsized the boat—


    He looked at Lord Yan, who had a grim smile on his face, and was terrified, finding it hard to imagine what kind of torture he would suffer when he fell into Logan’s hands…


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