The Golden King and the Golden Legion remained the strongest force in Golden City. In the eyes of many, deploying such power meant that no one or force in the lower worlds of the Divine Sin Continent could possibly halt their advance. Yet the reality was that the Golden Legion and the Golden King were now being beaten like helpless grandchildren by Ye Chui’s side. The Ultron puppets had instantly scattered the Golden Legion into chaos, and Ye Chui was trading blows evenly with the Golden King.
The enormous damage from the magic-modified golden-enhanced missiles had dulled the Golden King’s armour considerably. Numerous cracks now webbed across it. His once impeccably styled hair was dishevelled, and several scars marred his otherwise flawless, handsome face.
He himself had not suffered serious injury, but against Ye Chui’s relentless, unreasonable barrage he had run out of options.
Finally, after yet another bomb struck him full in the face and sent him crashing to the ground, he snapped completely.
“Enough. I am the Golden King. I am the leader of Golden City. I am the master who controls the divine domain. What are you supposed to be? I have had enough.”
The Golden King roared in fury. He suddenly raised both hands high and bellowed, “I never wanted to do this, but you have forced me. Divine Domain Descent.”
Divine Domain Descent.
A fragment world that possessed a divine artefact could, under the artefact’s control, gain the Order of God. A fragment world governed by the Order of God became a divine domain. To invoke Divine Domain Descent was to summon an entire divine domain world and forcibly crush all other fragment worlds.
It was an utterly terrifying, apocalyptic method of combat.
As the Golden King roared, the sky appeared to tear open. A massive golden rift split the heavens.
Ye Chui’s expression turned icy. He reacted instantly, appearing directly in front of the Golden King. With a bang, he fired another magic-modified golden-enhanced missile straight at the Golden King’s body. This time, however, the Golden King neither dodged nor blocked. He allowed the missile to reach him, even reaching out with one hand to seize it.
Boom.
The missile detonated.
Heat and flame erupted outward. The explosive shockwave rolled in all directions. Ye Chui’s brow furrowed slightly. His body flashed dozens of metres away. Through the inferno he saw a figure emerge slowly. It was the Golden King, completely unharmed.
The previous missile had shattered large sections of the Golden King’s golden armour. Yet now he had withstood its full power directly.
Ye Chui suddenly understood. He looked upward and saw a pillar of golden light descending from the rift, enveloping the Golden King completely. Beneath that light, the Golden King’s body seemed forged from pure gold, perfect and invulnerable. He had drawn upon the power of Golden City itself. He was now akin to the indestructible golden body Ye Chui had encountered in his previous life’s fantasy world, immune to powerful attacks.
The Golden King advanced with heavy, resonant steps, radiating overwhelming majesty. His voice rang out like a dragon’s roar.
“Today, the Stan world will fall.”
He uttered the vicious prophecy.
The Golden Legion had been summoned by the Golden King to oppose the Stan world. Most of Golden City’s remaining power was now being channelled into the Golden King himself to counter Ye Chui, the bomb-crazed maniac. This suddenly eased the pressure on the Mine world, which had been resisting the Golden City invasion.
Within the lower worlds, the Mine world had originally ranked only ninth. After the Stan world heavily damaged Black Dragon Mountain and Blood Land, the Mine world rose two places to seventh. Even so, its strength was still no match for Golden City. The Mine world was unusual, however. Its core was an enormous meteorite, said to be a star that fell from the heavens during the Age of Gods. The dwarves lived inside it, having excavated countless tunnels. The meteorite itself acted as a natural, immensely tough defensive shell.
Golden City’s power was overwhelming against the dwarves, but conquering and destroying the Mine world in a short time was far from simple.
Deep within a narrow, dark tunnel in the Mine world, two figures hurried forward. They were the dwarf Miras and the current elf leader Kuba, sent by Ye Chui to retrieve the data cables.
Their group had originally been larger, but upon entering the secret passage from Central City to the Mine world they had been spotted by forces from the Purple Flower world, which had surrendered to Golden City. An immediate ambush followed. Only Kuba and Miras made it through the passage into the Mine world.
Kuba was unaccustomed to the dark, damp tunnels and appeared constantly on edge. Miras, however, knew the labyrinthine interior like his own home. He moved nimbly ahead, guiding the way.
Kuba was utterly lost the entire journey. When Miras finally stopped, Kuba found himself in an underground chamber that served as a forge. A great furnace blazed with fierce heat. Forging tools lay scattered about, and several bare-chested dwarf smiths were hammering steadily at their work.
At the sight of the newcomers they paused in surprise.
This was clearly the secret dwarf forge built to oppose Golden City. The divine artefact had been crafted here.
Miras quickly explained their purpose to the smiths, went to a cabinet in the forge, opened it, and swept everything inside into his space ring.
“We have the items,” Miras said to Kuba, turning to leave.
Just as they reached the exit, an elderly dwarf in ornate robes appeared in the doorway.
“Dwarf King,” Miras exclaimed, bowing hurriedly.
“Miras, why have you returned? Can Lord Ye Chui truly control that artefact?” the Dwarf King asked. He glanced warily at Kuba. In thousands of years, Kuba was almost certainly the first elf ever to enter the dwarf mines.
“We chose correctly. Lord Ye Chui seems very confident he can master the artefact, but he needs certain components. I came back for them,” Miras said excitedly. “Dwarf King, we are saved. The dwarves of the Mine are saved.”
“Truly? Then go quickly. For some reason the Golden City assault has suddenly halted,” the Dwarf King replied, joy spreading across his aged face. He urged them on. “I will have the architects cover your escape. Lord Ye Chui needs us now more than ever.”
“Dwarf King, I will not fail you,” Miras promised, preparing to leave with Kuba.
At that moment the Dwarf King seemed to remember something and called them back.
“Wait, Miras. With this elf as witness, I have a gift for you to deliver to Lord Ye Chui.”
Bathed in the golden pillar, the Golden King had gained an indestructible golden body. Ye Chui’s golden sword qi could no longer harm him in any meaningful way. The Golden King endured the attacks, advancing step by step with a mad, cold smile, as though he could crush Ye Chui at will.
“Your attacks are now meaningless against me. Let me see what else you can muster. This is the terror of one who commands a divine domain. Ha ha ha ha.”
Ye Chui continued aiming his King of War’s Golden Enhanced Fire at the Golden King while retreating, sensing the difficulty.
One Ultron puppet charged. The Golden King seized it by the neck. With a series of creaks the incredibly tough Ultron frame was crushed into scrap metal by his bare hand.
At that moment the krypton-gold female swordsman Celga rushed in, cradling her golden Gatling and unleashing a storm of fire at the Golden King. Golden bursts exploded continuously. The Golden King raised one arm to shield himself, enduring the barrage while advancing steadily. With a sharp slap he knocked the Gatling from Celga’s grasp.
Celga froze. The Golden King’s fist followed instantly, thundering down toward her like lightning.
In this state the Golden King was immensely powerful. His body was invulnerable, his speed and strength vastly increased.
His fist was about to smash Celga into the ground. She had no time to evade. Yet in the next instant she vanished with a bang, causing the Golden King’s blow to strike only air.
The Golden King paused briefly, realised what had happened, and looked toward the distant Debbie.
Debbie now held a card: Celga’s hero spirit summoning card. She had instantly dismissed the summoning. Tucking the card away, she drew another while rapidly applying magic scrolls to herself and shouting, “Greem, help me activate the scrolls. I am using my trump card.”
“Trump card?” Greem jolted, then looked puzzled. “What trump card?”
“When big sister has no time to apply scrolls to herself, you keep the magic flowing,” Lesha reminded him from the side. She clearly understood Debbie’s plan.
Meanwhile Ye Chui ceased firing his King of War’s Golden Enhanced Fire at the Golden King. He knew his attacks were now ineffective. Yet no panic showed on his face; instead a faint smile appeared.
“Trump card?” the Golden King sneered disdainfully. He did not believe Ye Chui’s group possessed anything that could threaten him now. Looking at Debbie’s petite frame, he felt no danger at all. He strode toward her, casually brushing aside two charging Ultron puppets. His massive golden fist rose. Terrifying pressure gathered around him. With a booming voice he declared, “Show me this trump card of yours.”
As he spoke, his fist shot forward like a cannon shell toward Debbie’s small body.
Those less familiar with Debbie felt their hearts leap, certain she could not withstand such an attack.
Debbie was a summoner. Though she had once, while drunk, single-handedly conquered a fragment world, her own physical strength was not exceptional. Close combat against the Golden King seemed impossible for her.
In a flash his mighty fist descended. Debbie raised one delicate palm to meet it.
Boom.
Fist met palm.
The cold smile on the Golden King’s face froze.
Debbie’s palm had stopped his fist dead.
Looking at her face, Debbie’s cute features now bore a sinister, eerie smile.
“Your fist is nothing special,” Debbie said. The voice was still hers, yet it carried an added chill. She raised her own small fist. “Let me show you a truly powerful one.”
Bang.
No one saw the punch clearly. The next instant the Golden King’s golden body was hurled backward, carving a deep furrow in the ground as he flew dozens of metres.
“Miss Debbie, this…” Greem cried in shock.
“Big sister’s current state burns magic extremely fast. Do not stop supplying the scrolls,” Lesha urged.
Greem recovered and immediately began teleporting scroll after scroll through space, feeding them into Debbie’s back to sustain the enormous magic drain.
Debbie had now summoned her strongest hero spirit, the Terror Clown, allowing it to possess her completely. She wielded the full power of the Terror Clown, a peak expert with one foot already in the Sword Saint realm.
This was Debbie’s trump card.
Ye Chui had unlocked her hero spirits. Celga’s seal had been lifted only three layers, but the Terror Clown, Debbie’s most powerful spirit, had all seven layers removed, enabling Debbie to channel his complete strength.
The Terror Clown was Debbie’s ancestor. Previously she could summon him only briefly and never at full power because her own magic reserves were insufficient. Now, however, on the Divine Sin Continent no one could store magic internally; all relied on magic scrolls for spells and sword qi.
With Greem endlessly applying scrolls, Debbie received an unbroken supply of magic. She no longer faced depletion and could unleash the Terror Clown’s full might without restraint.
Debbie’s consciousness remained her own, though slightly influenced by her ancestor’s personality. She let out a bright, wild laugh, flashed to the Golden King’s side, and began hammering him relentlessly with her small fists.
“No, this is impossible. In this state you can still hurt me. No…” the Golden King roared in disbelief.
Bang. Debbie’s punch struck his face, sending him skidding across the ground until he rolled to a stop not far from Ye Chui.
As he struggled up in disarray, he heard Ye Chui resting his chin on his hand, nodding approvingly.
“Excellent. It seems my ultimate trump card, the One-Punch Hero Spirit, will not be needed after all.”
The Golden King stared speechless.
You still have another trump card?
Are your family’s trump cards sold by the kilogram?
