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Chapter 986 - 986 504 Iron Demon Statue (4000)

Chapter 986: 504 Iron Demon Statue (4000) Chapter 986: 504 Iron Demon Statue (4000) “Thump, thump, thump, thump…”

His heartbeats, like the strings of a bow, throbbed rapidly and sent out dull, powerful sounds that resembled the beating of a drum. It was as if an incredibly mighty biological engine resided within him, with each pump surging his blood faster through his veins.

“Swoosh, swoosh…swoosh, swoosh…”

Waves after waves of fluid sounds emanated from within his body. For a moment, it was as if a river roared, growing louder and louder. At the same time, Casio instantly entered the Golem Breathing State, his chest cavity contracting and expanding at an accelerated pace.

The frequency of his heartbeats, breathing, and blood circulation synced up. The Magic Puppet Life Magnetic Field burst forth in an instant, ascending the Magic puppet secret weapon to its optimal state.

Boom!!!

Billowing black smoke, like a raging seaware, surged toward him, engulfing every corner of his body as if it were enveloped in thick glue.

The concentration of Disaster Essence within the tidal wave was exceedingly high. No, it would be more accurate to say that the wave was composed entirely of Disaster Essence. Disaster Essence is a type of domain that can mutate a person into dark creatures; it’s a decisive material. The Dark Source, on the other hand, is a type of power possessed by dark creatures. Looking at the relationship between the two, disaster preceded darkness.

Swoosh, swoosh, boom, boom, boom…

The Disaster Essence from the Devil Well that Xiadu had transformed into, spewed out as if a reservoir’s gates had opened, wildly releasing its force, unrestrainedly unleashing its power.

It pummelled Casio over and over, eroding him wave after wave without end.

This was the first time Casio felt such a dense concentration of disasters. Not when he underwent Dark Biological Transformation, nor when he entered The Deep World, did he experience a flood of calamity that could nearly suffocate someone, nearly bury someone alive. His skin, as firm as steel, trembled. The vigorous Qi that used to burst out of his pores was now nothing but a thin layer clinging to the surface of his skin.

Another wave crashed over him, and even at the Extreme Fighter Level, his Qi shattered. Casio’s body no longer had any barriers, directly colliding with the oncoming flood of disasters. Instantly, he felt his entire body prickle with heat.

It was as if he were immersed in scorching hot magma.

In the air, fibres thinner than a strand of hair sought to penetrate his skin and burrow into his body, bringing with them mutation and corruption.

He shut his eyes tight, his entire being pushing the Magic puppet secret weapon to its limit.

Under the pressure of the flood of disasters, Casio’s body automatically entered the state of a golem. And with the golem’s Qi surging, layer upon layer covered the surface of his skin. A colossal golem, tens of meters tall, erupted from the ground, towering within the darkness. It was a mountain of muscles, a mound covered in ferocious bone armor, its broad back draped with a flowing cape.

His legs, as thick as load-bearing pillars of a bridge, were intertwined with veins as robust as pythons, inherently terrifying. His feet bore three massive toes, their tips like claws, akin to curved dagger blades.

At the site of his shoulders, two hard flesh tumors protruded outwards like formidable shoulder guards. The broad inverted-triangle of his back, and the spine line, brandished dense spikes resembling interlocking shark teeth. They extended all the way to the tip of the tail at the end of his vertebrae, emanating a vicious, bloodthirsty aura.

Boom!

The flood of disasters washed over him, but the ancient golem stood unyielding like a mountain. Above its head floated a moon disc, casting flows of crimson blood across the sharp protrusions and recessed crevices of the armor, evoking the sensation of dripping blood.

Beneath the serpent-like helmet and faceguard, Casio’s eyes gradually brightened.

“Primarily using the Magic puppet secret weapon, with the Wisdom Rune as a supplement.”

“I can absolutely hold on until the tide’s end…”

On the vast chest of the golem, a giant Ouroboros Rune cycle suddenly lit up. Amidst the flood of disasters, it began to rotate on its own.

The Ouroboros picked up speed, faster and faster, until it became a blur, nearly smoking with swiftness. Never-ending streams of Disaster Essence were absorbed, captured, and stored by the Wisdom Rune.

A dark and profound vortex appeared on the golem’s chest.

The Wisdom Rune, like a gourmand presented with a lavish banquet for the first time, opened its vast mouth, inhaling the feast with a wild relish!

And the Magic puppet secret weapon also played a significant role.

It was a formidable secret martial art crafted to mimic the dark creatures’ golem, costing Casio nine drops of spirit blood. Moreover, throughout the cultivation process, it continued to evolve and improve, becoming ever more perfect, more powerful, more attuned to Casio. Specifically, after the golem secret weapon devoured the blood of the Moon God and the Longevity blood, it entered a Mutation State.

If the Mutation Period ended and the secret weapon stabilized once more, it was highly likely that it wouldn’t be just a first-rate secret weapon; it could completely surpass that level! If we had to make a comparison, it was as if Casio had fully compiled the Southern Dipper Secret Transmission into a collection. One can imagine the significance and potency of the golem secret weapon, in no way inferior to the Southern Dipper Boxing Method.

In the darkness, the golem’s towering form was like an Iron Tower, or a massive Reef. Despite the relentless crashing of thousandfold waves, it remained immovable as a mountain. The howling flood of disasters struggled to affect Casio.

Time ticked by, and the Magic puppet secret weapon continued to operate.

It wasn’t clear if it was due to the flood of disasters being the most comfortable environment for the golem, or if disasters were an indispensable source for dark creatures, or perhaps it was the intense external stimulus. The previously stagnant Mutation Period of the golem secret weapon began to inch forward, with faint signs of further evolution. Casio’s thoughts quickly made some connections.