Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 624: A Devil Called Asura 2

Chapter 624: A Devil Called Asura 2

“My will for greater strength is undying…” Zera replied to Asura, who, even though he witnessed the apocalyptic eve of Zera’s power, one he never expected, maintained the same aloof expression.

“But even as I walk the path of a demon, I will make sure to pay respect to the benevolence of a Buddha. That is the path I have chosen,” Zera mused to himself.

While laying down one’s blade ought to be taken as a sign of weakness by a person on the path of a demon, he had decided to pay respect to a Buddha. Those with hearts of courage, who can smile through difficulty, who wanted nothing but justice even though they were weak—he wouldn’t disdain them. Instead, he would fight for them the best way he could.

Even though he was on a demonic path for strength, he would also fight to uphold the basic benevolence of a Buddha. That was his choice.

“SHRIIIIIING.” The sound of the katana leaving its sheath resounded as Zera also pulled out his katana. “You can tell, can’t you?” he asked Asura, whose eyes flashed.

“You’ll be going absolutely all out for these idiots who can’t adapt to their environment. I agree when you say the path of strength is one that is demonic.

Even though I never really understood what humanity really is at all, I can tell this path of mine is taking me far away. Still, you can never walk two paths at the same time. You have strayed from the real path.”

“Then show me. Show me I have strayed, in a language that I understand best,” Zera replied.

“A language that you understand best, huh?” Asura mused as he looked down at his feet, and then a strange storm occurred around him. His tied-up hair suddenly loosened itself and gently flapped around him.

STEP. STEP. STEP.

“I am Asura. Asura Hyakimaru,” Asura declared, and the more he walked forward, the more the entire world became a color of crimson as Asura began morphing right in front of Zera.

BOOOOOOM.

BOOOOOOOM.

BOOOOOOOM.

It was like every footstep of his was causing the earth to undergo an earthquake, yet that wasn’t true.

Zeras could sense something else besides the quaking. Something familiar, and the reason for it. With caution, he watched Asura slowly enlarge, so much so that around fifty meters away from him, Asura was about three heads taller than Zera, reaching a height of three meters.

His extremely muscular body brimmed with thick crimson and red veins, whose power seemed to collapse the space surrounding him.

RIIIIIIIIIP.

Blood suddenly splashed out as two more arms tore out from his shoulders, revealing him as four-armed, each arm twice the size of Zera’s legs, coated in the same devilish crimson and pitch-black veins.

His crimson-colored eyes were finally revealed, brimming with a natural predatory look and an otherworldly level of sinister aura. One that only the Chaos Devourer devil form could hope to match.

SLIIIIP.

From the empty void of space, four gigantic axes, their mere weight enough to rival that of a mountain, slipped out and into his hands. The axes still held the blood of past foes and brimmed with such a malevolent aura they were like entire devils on their own.

Asura came to stand before Zera, just twenty meters away—a distance that felt as close as them standing an inch apart. “I will drain your blood and paint it across the arena battlefield,” Asura declared, his aloofness and merciless tone as high as ever.

For the next thirty seconds, silence reigned between both fighters, raising the hearts of everyone in the arena as they witnessed a pure devil’s transformation.

“Who… who could have thought this was Asura’s true form…”

“I’m using all my power to fight against the urge to fall to my knees…”

“How… how could such a devil be adopted by the sect? What would happen if one day, he decided to join his own race and face us as enemies?” the inner sect members said to themselves.

The Grand Elders also had thoughts running through their heads as they looked at Asura’s form. They could feel the pure malevolence and predator-like aura oozing from his body.

He was like a natural human predator. It was unbelievable to them, as they had never witnessed the young man ever shifting to this state, even when he was fighting devils in the Shadow Oppression Valley.

“His existence really brings fear to the heart, considering his status, which we already know as being from that cosmos. We’re nurturing our own enemy, and judging by his form, I have no doubt he belongs to one of the highest races of devils in that realm!”

“I can sense even this state of his is still young. If one day he really grows to his highest level, that will be a disastrous event for humanity…”

“Still, the commands of the ancient monsters of the sect cannot be disobeyed, even by us. If they want him alive and to be carefully nurtured by the sect, then we can only obey,” Grand Elder Swordsworth said, his voice calm and unperturbed.

While they might and truly be the grand elders of the sect and seem to be able to do anything within it, they knew well there were still some people above them.

The ancient monsters of the sect—they are the ones who had been there to witness the sect’s growth in the past era and were all now slumbering.

Still, their slumbering is not enough for them to step beyond their boundaries, and the elders had nothing but absolute respect for those slumbering people.

Even when they were all at the pinnacle of cultivation in the entire realm, they knew well that before those ancient monsters, their so-called pinnacle power meant nothing at all.

So they reigned in the caution in their hearts as they sat back and prepared to witness one of the most brutal battles of all time.