I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 1039 - 676: The Island’s Submersion

Chapter 1039: Chapter 676: The Island’s Submersion

Western Sun Continent.

Formerly a new federation of the Empire, now a Beelzebub warzone.

A few years ago, this was a bustling modern city cluster, but now only ruins remain, shattered walls stand on scorched earth, and gunfire continues unabated.

At the Beelzebub frontline command center, one-third of the members are nobles of the Rose Royal Family, and nearly half of the soldiers in the army have undergone mysterious ritual modifications.

The Flesh Pathway has always excelled at such matters, and after years of war, the Beelzebub Kingdom has become increasingly "insane."

The addition of the History and Ritual Association and the Hailing Group has significantly boosted the morale of the Beelzebub Kingdom.

Upon hearing this news, various domestic strata began to spread it widely, predicting that the Tresor Empire would collapse within a year, and Beelzebub would unify by then.

It was just past noon.

An eerie sun, half black and half gold, hung overhead.

Three figures suddenly appeared at the Beelzebub frontline command center.

Chen Lun, wearing a black hat, strode inside the high iron net walls with a white cane, directly heading toward a fortress-like building with Hat Boy and the Mimicry Earl.

The Beelzebub soldiers around could not see the three of them at all.

Hat Boy and the Mimicry Earl exchanged a glance.

They were very surprised, could the Island Master be here?

The central building of the command center had walls several meters thick, able to withstand gunfire and bombing, yet Chen Lun and the others passed through as if it were thin air.

Once inside, they saw many Beelzebub officers smoking and chatting, or drinking and writing reports.

In the corner, an inconspicuous school-level officer was silently wiping his flintlock gun, suddenly raising his head, his eyes staring intently at the gentleman in the black hat striding over, and the two "freaks" following closely behind.

"I thought avoiding the Spirit World and staying in the present world would help me evade divination, but I still underestimated you, Azure King."

The man spoke calmly, setting down the flintlock gun in his hand.

With a snap, the gun landed on the table.

Around them, the officers who were conversing or writing ceased their actions, puzzled, looking toward the corner.

"Major Titan, who are you talking to?"

A bearded lieutenant colonel frowned.

There was no one before Titan, yet he stood up seriously, his face twisted, even cracking a brutal smile.

"Ronan, Douglas, you two actually didn’t die and have betrayed the Ancient God, becoming the Azure King’s dogs. It’s utterly disgraceful..."

Hat Boy and the Mimicry Earl said nothing, but their expressions were unpleasant.

Chen Lun held a smile, slowly removed his hat, and handed it to Hat Boy.

"Island Master, the reason the Worldly Secret Cult has existed from ancient times to the present is not just due to power, but also modesty... Yet this time you chose to act high-profile, even being led by the nose by fools like Leonid and Garcia. What is the outcome? Endless damnation."

"Endless damnation... Huh, this is not the Spirit World, not your playing field, nor do you have Maggie and Seth’s help. Do you think you can kill me with just Ronan and Douglas, those two wastes?"

The Island Master sneered coldly.

"I know your capabilities are not weak, Azure King. Just recently promoted to Angel, you could already kill a Chiliarch at the Sub-God level head-on... But I am different from all Ancient Gods, whether faced head-on or in an ambush, you have no chance."

"Major Titan! What the hell are you doing?"

The previous lieutenant colonel’s face was grim, scolding again.

The officers around were abuzz, watching Major Titan talking to himself, looking menacing and acting crazy, wondering if he was driven mad by the pressures of the battlefield.

Yet the Island Master paid no attention to these ordinary people from start to finish.

His gaze suddenly focused, his body expanded like a balloon, returning to its original towering height of three or four meters, covered in skin as smooth and hard as blue stone, veins bulging.

"Huff..."

Just an ordinary exhalation.

Furniture, counters, and decorations in the vicinity were torn apart by the air current. The officers present could not even scream before exploding into a mist of blood on the spot.

Boom!!

The massive building crumbled instantly, dust billowing high.

This Beelzebub frontline command center, covering several square kilometers, turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of soldiers died without knowing what happened, killed by the terrifying aftermath of the exchange.

The Island Master revealed his Mythical Creature Form, transforming into a whale-headed giant like a small mountain. With a stomp, the earth cracked, the ground shook.

Even ten kilometers away, the Beelzebub army could vaguely see his figure, battling a slightly smaller yet equally massive azure figure.

"Ahhh!!"

The army fell into chaos, one Beelzebub soldier after another seeing something incomprehensible, going mad on the spot, shooting wildly, killing each other.

Some even underwent mutation.

In just a few breaths, skin, hair, and organs swelled and warped, growing scaly crystalline scales, or their heads bulged, burst open, spraying countless fish eggs and marine creature innards.

Clang!!!

Chen Lun entered the "King in Azure" stance, wielding an ivory-engraved Cross Sword, clashing with the Island Master’s iron fist. A blinding light erupted, the space wrinkled, tearing open countless spirit world rifts.

He had long noticed that the Island Master’s mental state was abnormal.

Most likely during the battle in the Heavenly Fields, the other had expended a significant amount of sanity, coupled with a lack of enough believers and anchor points, leaving him yet to recover.

"You are going mad, Titan."

The azure figure spoke indifferently.

Under the cascading long hair were eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

"Yes, I’m going mad, but so what?"

The Island Master’s grotesque whale head swarmed with countless rolling eyeballs, eyes filled with madness and malice.

He threw punches wildly at the azure figure, seemingly with just one goal: to kill the abhorrent enemy before him, even if the entire world were to collapse from the backlash.

"Madness is the only way out, all angelic deities, all mythical existences, will ultimately go mad... To dwell in this world, relying on mortal faith to exist, what kind of god is that? Just a pitiful worm, a waste, the scum of the world, food for the old and outer gods! Hahaha, all will go mad, all will die!!"

The Island Master’s roars and laughter were hoarse and twisted, grotesque beyond measure.

Boom!!!

Another punch was thrown.

The azure-clothed figure swung the Cross Sword to block, but was blown back dozens of kilometers to another battle zone.

Countless soldiers of Beelzebub and Tresor saw Them, causing instant contamination and loss of control, dying on the spot.

The sounds of gunfire abruptly halted, and agonized screams echoed unceasingly.

Both sides were even forced to ceasefire.

On the battlefield, some upper Mid Sequence officers looked up blankly, gazing at the azure-clothed figure with fear, tremblingly murmuring the name of the "King in Azure."

’Mr. Lone Island’s power is definitely above 3000, even much higher than mine... I have to admit, in a frontal confrontation, I hold no advantage.’

Chen Lun stared expressionlessly at the large hole torn in the sky, the cracks spreading like a spider web, as if wallpaper were torn open, revealing the blue vista of the Spirit World beneath.

This was the trace left by Mr. Lone Island’s punch just now.

"The Spirit World... you want to trick me in? You want to trick me!"

Mr. Lone Island looked at the large spatial hole he shattered, exceptionally furious. He bypassed this area, moving across like a meteor to the distant azure-clothed figure.

This Ancient God, who inherited the power of the Giant King, became increasingly mad, pulverizing the Earth, buildings, and even vegetation along the way into dust, leaving nothing but wreckage behind.

Countless humans and living beings were crushed directly without a trace, just due to Mr. Lone Island’s passage.

Only hundreds of meters away from the azure-clothed figure, the Whale-headed Giant grinned, preparing to shatter the opponent with a punch.

However, a shadow like a hamster silently latched onto Mr. Lone Island’s right leg for an instant.

And as He swung His punch, He found a mirror appearing out of nowhere, revealing that the azure-clothed figure was Himself!

In the mirror, too, there was a mountainous Whale-headed Giant, punching towards Him.

Their fists clashed—

Boom!!!

The mirror shattered with a crack.

Mr. Lone Island’s entire ebony-blue arm twisted and deformed, and a large chunk of Flesh from the right leg was "stolen," exposing the bone.

"You two little trash, scram!!"

He roared, like a thunderclap, echoing within dozens of kilometers.

Bang!!

Within a fraction of a second, Hat Boy and Parrot Earl were each struck hundreds of times.

The mirror shattered into countless fragments, and the centipede-like hamster shadow twisted into an irregular shape, accompanied by screams not resembling human voices filling the surroundings.

Swish.

The Whale-headed Giant’s movements stiffened.

A long, straight ivory engraved Cross Sword pierced through His back, emerging from His forehead, splitting His entire head in two.

All of Mr. Lone Island’s countless eyes simultaneously looked backward.

The azure-clothed figure floated behind Him, holding the sword with both hands, face devoid of expression.

"I am the descendant of the Giant King, the progeny of the first-generation Heidra, standing firm on the mysterious lone island, the ever-immortal power Ancient God..."

"You are my collection."

The Azure King spoke indifferently, interrupting the other’s words.

Another swish, the pale sword veil shot out, the Whale-headed Giant was divided into countless pieces, falling like rain with azure crystallization.

The last Ancient God of the Worldly Secret Cult fell!

Chen Lun picked up three pieces of Extraneous Unique Divinity from the ground, representing "Strength," "Physique," and "Standing Firm."

Then, he turned to look at Hat Boy and Parrot Earl.

These two Ancient Gods were severely injured and on the brink of death.

They were no match for Mr. Lone Island, and the successful sneak attack greatly relied on Mr. Lone Island’s lack of Sanity.

"Azure... Azure King Your Majesty, please... save... me."

An irregular shadow emitted a faint plea.

The scattered mirror fragments around also vibrated in resonance, echoing the shadow’s words:

"Please... save... me."

Chen Lun watched calmly, after a while, letting out a faint smile.

"This is for not holding back."

Then, he waved his hand.

A tiny portion of reserved Life and Sanity dispersed as vivid colorful light, shining on the two.

Hat Boy and Parrot Earl soon returned to their original states.

They first expressed joy, then quickly scurried over, nodding and bowing.

"Thanks to Azure King Your Majesty’s grace, in the endless future, we will surely serve You with all our heart and soul!"

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Both Beelzebub and Tresor high-levels soon received news...

The Azure King descended into the mortal realm, engaging in a clash with an unknown Angel in the western combat zone, ultimately emerging victorious, vanquishing the enemy, acquiring Unique Divinity, and quietly departing.

However, within a range of hundreds of kilometers, the battle’s aftermath had upturned the Earth, leaving trenches like large fissures, along with dense pollution marks.

The crystallization continued to diffuse outward, with no end in sight.

High-levels from both sides convened urgent meetings on this matter.

Equally, they were silently contemplative during the meetings.

Finally, Beelzebub and Tresor made corresponding arrangements.

Wars were still to be fought, but they tacitly chose to avoid that combat zone and to conceal the truth, to prevent unnecessary panic.

What these high-levels didn’t know was.

Chen Lun had already set off towards the eastern coast, and unless something unexpected happened, Dagon would not be willing to step into the Spirit World, meaning the final battlefield will likely still be in the mortal realm...