My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 282 - 278: Dream Back to Ancient Times (Three-in-One Mega - )_3

Chapter 282: Chapter 278: Dream Back to Ancient Times (Three-in-One Mega Chapter)_3

But he won, the Marco Clan had fallen, his severed head gripped in Ming Solomon’s left hand.

"Hehehehe..." Ming Solomon chuckled. His laughter grew louder and louder, gradually shaking the heavens and the earth: "The Marco Clan has been defeated, the Human Race will forever be under my race’s feet, eaten and killed at our whim!"

Bracing himself on the Sky-piercing Spear with his other hand, he struggled to stand up—when he finally stood erect, he felt as though he could rule the world!

But suddenly the eyes on the head of Marco Clan’s leader, held in his hand, snapped open: "Fool, you’re no different from those Demon Beasts!"

Ming Solomon was startled, almost dropping the head in fright. His body swayed and he plopped down on his rear.

"You... You’re dead!"

Marco Clan’s leader spoke again: "Indeed, I’m dead. If I don’t die, how could I destroy your Ming Head? Without eliminating your Ming Head, how can I possess the mighty body of the Great Sage Solomon of the Demon Clan!"

A stream of blood-red radiance flowed from his eyes, coiling firmly around Ming Solomon!

Ming Solomon roared in agony, and collapsed. The severed head and Sky-piercing Spear in his hands fell onto the ground.

"Without possessing the Great Sage Solomon of the Demon Clan, how could I infiltrate the Demon Clan’s ancestral lands and dismantle your— Great Dark Cycle Blood Sacrifice!"

Ming Solomon was utterly shocked: "You knew all about it? Who leaked our clan’s top-secret plan?!"

The red light from Marco Clan’s leader kept eroding, and he laughed loudly: "Guess who!"

"To alter the natural order of this world to put the Human Race beneath the Demon Clan forever, using the Great Dark Heavenly Reincarnation Blood Sacrifice that the Demon Clan has been preparing for 400 years, what a grand scheme!"

"Why did you have to do this? Can it be that you are aware that our clan is destined to rise, and surpass the Demon Clan sooner or later!"

"You suddenly came out slaughtering our race, and on a grand scale disseminating your so-called open conspiracy, what you feared the most was us truly standing up to stop you, because these seven million wandering souls, are the final sacrifice for your Great Dark Heavenly Reincarnation Blood Sacrifice!"

"Did you know? Nineteen heroes of my clan were all vying for the chance to die, possess your body, infiltrate the Demon Clan and dismantle the Great Dark Cycle Blood Sacrifice."

"I was lucky, I wasn’t the strongest among us, but I won the draw, hahaha!"

"The other eighteen heroes, each cut out a part of their spirit and placed it in me, helping me cultivate this ’Tire-9 Primordial Spirit Technique’. This is the ancient supreme technique of the spirit, now that you’ve lost your Ming Head, you can’t stop it."

"Not one of my clan’s heroes can beat you in a one-on-one duel, but this is precisely why you’ve let down your guard. This gave me a chance to destroy your Ming head. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be confident of successfully possessing you."

The blood-red radiance completely crushed Ming Solomon’s resistance, frantically burrowing into his brain. Ming Solomon let out a terrified and unwilling roar and was abruptly silenced in the middle of it!

"He" stood up again, carelessly snapping the Sky-piercing Spear and throwing it away. He then lovingly looked at the vast territories of the Human Race before stumbling towards the direction of the Demon Clan...

All that Owen Bertram could see slowly turned pitch black.

And then, in the dark centre, a faint image gradually lit up, just like a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time.

The ancient sacred temple of the Human Race, the flame symbolizing the inheritance of destiny is burning fiercely on the altar. The wise High Priest was holding an earthenware jar.

The nineteen heroes of the Human Race, upright and full of vitality, each drew a bamboo stick from the jar in turn.

In the end, they formed a circle, comparing the bamboo sticks in their hands. The one in the hand of Marco’s leader was noticeably longer.

"Hahaha..." He showed a delighted expression and roared with joy.

Among the other eighteen, some angrily threw their bamboo sticks on the ground, some sighed silently, and others complained: "Marco’s leader is not strong enough..."

Marco’s leader angrily retorted: "Come fight me!"

The High Priest raised his hands to quiet them down, saying: "This is the choice of our race’s destiny..."

The image dimmed. When it lit up again, the Marco Clan leader was proudly standing in the temple fire. Eighteen heroes of the Human Race neatly knelt on one knee.

The High Priest held a bone dagger, and extracted their spirits one by one, severing one part from them, then reciting blessings, held them in both hands and fed them to the fire...

The eighteen heroes trembled in pain, screaming silently. What’s more, they even looked at Marco, who was in the fire, with envy and a hint of jealousy...

Eventually, everything faded into darkness again, and Owen Bertram slowly opened his eyes.

All these were the obsessions recorded in the dark red stone.

Owen Bertram felt his nose get a little sour. He rubbed it hard and then gritted his teeth to bear it.

So that’s what had happened during that period of history!

The nineteen most powerful heroes of the Human Race, drawing lots hoping for a death.

Eighteen of them that were not selected, each severed one part of their spirit! For these level of strong beings, this damage would torment them for the rest of their lives, and they would never fully recover. Even if they reincarnate, they would be adversely affected forever, unable to live beyond ten years old, always dying premature deaths in their reincarnations!

But they all unhesitatingly did it.

And the most dangerous one was undoubtedly Marco.

The Ming Solomon, whom Marco possessed, eventually got cannibalized by "his" own offspring - I’m afraid it wasn’t like the outside world had described it, that these offspring were ungrateful and heartless, but rather they discovered the true identity of Ming Solomon.

Probably not a single bit of Marco’s spirit managed to escape.

All Owen Bertram could feel was a surge of "energy" in his chest - not anger or resentment, but heroism!