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Chapter 924 - 924 475 The Soaring Foundation and Roots (4500)_2

Chapter 924: 475 The Soaring Foundation and Roots (4500)_2 Chapter 924: 475 The Soaring Foundation and Roots (4500)_2 Casio, above, took a deep breath, feeling as if his internal organs were immersed in a soothingly cool liquid. His heart, strong like a water pump, thudded powerfully and accelerated its beat.

With a flash, he returned to his original position. His gaze was calm as he looked ahead, seemingly waiting for something. This time, Casio was completely unlike his previous self. Before, he had been trying to use his aura to block the pheromones emitted by the dying holy beetles, doing everything in his power to delay the burst of the Insect Tide.

But now, Casio was actively provoking the main force of the Beetle Tide below. Not only did he not shield the pheromones of the numerous dead holy beetles, but he also attacked the tunnels beneath the fountain, instantly killing countless holy beetles. The intense pheromones probably had already flooded into the deepest parts of the tunnels, causing all the beetles in the nest to run amok!

What used to pose a danger to him, might not necessarily do so now…

Boom, boom! After a brief silence, a bursting eruption like that of a volcano ensued. It was as if something below was agitated, furiously surging upwards. Thud! Thud! Some colossal creature was hammering at the base of the fountain, and from the frequency of the impacts, there was more than one of these behemoths.

Thud… Thud… Thud… Crack…

The White Stone Fountain suddenly trembled as if a mechanism had been activated beneath it. The foundation of the fountain lifted, exposing a pitch-black void around six meters in diameter. A dense chill, visible to the naked eye, surged forth.

The next second, a dense mass of beetles from the nest gushed out like magma, their limbs grinding against the ground with metallic friction. Thumbs, palms, heads, some as big as people, and even white giant beetles two meters long scrambled out frantically.

At that moment, it was as if the gates of hell had been opened, unleashing a terrible White Bug Disaster that carried the momentum of overwhelming and drowning everything in its path.

However, these terrifying, mandible-equipped insects were facing directly a black demon idol ten meters tall that was slowly stretching its arms, as though it wanted to embrace the entire plaza. Its towering form stood like an Iron Tower on the earth, its surface layered with osseous armor. The cold, rigid curves between the armor’s joints instilled fear.

Behind its head, a halo-like phantom of a blood-red moon disc hovered.

Bloodlight cascaded down, making the demon idol’s armor gleam with a flowing red luminescence, as if streams of blood were quietly dripping down the gaps in the armor.

The silent and cold giant statue stood there, overlooking the beetles that were over two and three meters tall and the smaller ones. Swirls of black fog encircled it, with wisps of white frost drifting from the edges of its face.

“To kill you all, then devour everything until nothing is left…”

A deep, muffled sound emerged from beneath the huge war-armor’s face mask. The idol’s large hand suddenly moved, grabbing toward the thick fog around it. Crack, crackle…

The black fog formed into a rapidly spinning vortex, out of which it dragged a vast, sinister, and cold black scythe, its tip coated in pitch-like viscous fluid, reminiscent of blood steeped on a weapon well-used in slaughter. With a sweep of its great arm, the idol’s scythe cleaved through the air!

Cling!

The ferocious surge of beetles halted abruptly, as an invisible force reaped their lives. With the sweep of the Death Reaper Scythe, all the beetles fell to the ground with a snap. Their bodies were rigid, devoid of all vitality.

That included the giant beetles over two meters tall, over three meters tall, even one four-meter giant beetle that had just climbed out, which made the three spectators feel endangered. All were slain by that one strike of the scythe.

Boom…

The phantasmal figure of the ten-meter-tall demon idol within the fog shuddered, with light as fiery as midday burst forth from the gaps in its armor. It was as if something inside was about to explode, threatening to shatter the idol into pieces.

Casio felt relieved, never having felt such exhilaration before.

He sensed his entire being was immersed in a chillingly cold river, every inch of muscle, every blood vessel, every patch of skin, every organ greedily absorbing nutrients, reveling in the moisture.

The thudding of his heart grew even more muffled and powerful, each tremor as if it could shake his entire body apart. His lungs and respiratory system became robust and vigorous, his breath unimaginably prolonged. Inhaling seemed like a vortex drawing inward, exhaling like a hurricane erupting. Many internal organs, responsible for the circulation of body fluids, the exclusion of toxins, and the absorption of nutrients, evolved, endowed with monstrous life force.

Now, if someone were to remove any organ from Casio’s chest for destruction, even if the assailant exerted all their strength, hacking with axes, or even bombarding with artillery guns, they would not be able to harm it in the slightest. After all, this was the foundation essential to achieving the ultimate form of darkness in a demon idol.

One only needs to think of the Totem King to understand, a body as tall as a mountain range.

Even if sustained by supernatural power, the physical strength of the Totem King itself is unfathomable, probably surpassing most metals in the world.

And Casio now, he has only taken a step towards that realm.

Enveloped by the phantasm of the demon idol, he felt a robust and vast foundation, like Spring Vitality, quietly emerge deep within his body. It quickly reached a level commensurate with the outer shell of the demon idol’s body. Time passed, and the strength of his internal organs surpassed that of his muscles and skeleton.