Chapter 1947: The Savage Sun re Demon Venerable''s Determination


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    Everyone was left speechless at the current situation.


    As their battle heated up to their limits, Drake and Pandemonium ended destroying the ceiling of the tower where the inheritance space was contained.


    Their battle was so intense and carried so much strength that they ended shattering the dimensional walls of the inheritance''s internal space.


    The inheritance of the venerable of mes was in fact a series of small spatial bubbles he had created using his own Divine Realm.


    Therefore, despite looking like a tower, the interior was enormous, resembling a huge piece ofnd where each trial happened.


    Each of the trials they went through was arge part of the Venerable''s Divine Realm, and the third andst Trial, fighting him, was also a part of his Divine Realm.


    He thought he had them trapped, and that despite their power, there would never be somehow a way for them to escape until they fought him.


    "I never truly imagined something like this could happen!"


    And yet... he was left speechless as he saw the scene in front of him.


    His Divine Realm had been shattered, a third of it was broken down, its dimensional and spacetime energies leaking into reality and distorting his surroundings.


    His Avatar became slightly unstable, weaker, but as long as he was close to the tower, he would be able to keep it strong without letting Fate make it unable for him to manifest into reality for now.


    He gritted his teeth, his damaged soul wiggling around his Avatar, as he saw his battlefield in shambles, theva, the volcano-like environment, the metallic arena, everything was destroyed, falling and merging with the forest around them, which had be a wastnd after that explosion.


    "They destroyed a third of my Divine Realm! I cannot believe this! These damn bastards really went way too far!"


    He grasped his ws tightly, as his power began rising, he touched the ground with his legs made ofva, beginning to suddenly absorb the leaking out of his shattered Dimensional Bubble.


    FLUOSH!


    "I have to secure this power as quickly as possible before it leaks out and I lose it permanently!"


    He quickly began absorbing as much of the energy, his body beginning to berger and more muscr. At the same time, theva spread around, acting as a part of his body.


    "I''ll turn this around and convert all of the residual Dimensional and Spacetime fragments into a powerful Domain to strengthen myself, and then I''ll kill them both!"


    The Venerable of mes smiled viciously, he was a man forged on war and battle since he was a child. The continent of Muspelheim was one filled with battles and bloodshed, the tribes of Fire Giants constantly fought one another for territory and resources, even more savagely than the Ice Giants of Jotunheim, who had more cool-headed minds.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    The Fire Giants possessed the zing bloodline of the Fire Titans within them, unlike their cold-headed and cold-hearted siblings, mes coursed their bodies, and they were both passionate and energetic, seeking battle and excitement most of the time.


    Entire tribes were formed obeying a single war lord, who then shed against another tribe for supremacy, power, and resources. Growing up as a child in such a terribly hostile environment made him much different than the rest.


    It was either adapt, fight, and kill, or die miserably.


    As a child, he cried many times, when his mother died protecting him, when his father died after a beast tide attacked his vige, and even more when his siblings died one after another on many wars and battles.


    At one point, when he was barely ten, no more tears ever fell from his eyes, through surviving countless battles by the skin of his teeth, the young Fire Giant became more and more adapted to a life of battle and bloodshed.


    Destruction, agony, screams of horror, the blood sttering everywhere, fire burning it all...


    All of these scenes shed through his mind as a mere ten-year-old, for years and years, he survived and fought back, every battle bing harder, but at the same time, he became more skilled.


    He learned to use his powers because if he didn''t, that would mean death, and so the death of his parents and siblings would''ve been all in vain!


    He wasn''t living just for himself, but for all those that sacrificed their lives to protect him. Deep down he felt guilty about their deaths and wanted to live for them.


    Eventually, this feeling of guilt became a deadly obsession with surviving and crushing his foes before they could be a threat.


    He slowly became tyrannical and a savage among savages, a berserk that ughtered thousands before his path.


    Anything that stood before him was worth killing.


    He walked a path of death and ughter!


    When he was hungry he killed.


    When he was bored he killed.


    When he woke up he killed.


    And when he went to sleep, he slept over a pile of corpses he had just ughtered.


    His soul, body, and mind were forged in bloodshed and war, and from this was born one of the cruelest Venerables to have ever existed.


    His rise to divinity, as if destined, was swift, at twenty years of age, his ughter brought him ascension!


    He had killed so many and grown so strong from absorbing their mana, lifeforce, and souls through his demonic techniques, stolen from the ancient scripts of demons created by Pandemonium that survived and lived in the Muspelheim continent, that he ascended into a


    god.


    With his almighty power, nothing stood on his path anymore, and he walked a path of endless, bloody ascension! Even the other gods couldn''t fight him.


    Gods above his rank were unable to best him, his power and might were unstopable, his techniques, carefully designed to kill in the most efficient ways made all other abilities


    useless against him.


    Through a path of ughter and death, at twenty-three years of age, he had be the strongest of his continent, and as he walked into the rest of the world, bored of his own


    continent, he spread mes and blood everywhere.


    Ultimately, and atop a mountain of millions of corpses, the once quivering, afraid child had be the almightiest being of Yggdrasil of his Era...


    And so he was crowned with a Title.


    The Savage Sun re Demon Venerable!


    "I''ve turned a situation like this into a victory many times! Do not underestimate me, you bastards!"


    FLAAASH!