Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: The Astral Blade
“YES! YES! THIS IS WHEN YOU START LIVING LIFE ZERAS. THIS IS WHEN YOUR LIFE JUST BEGINS. SO SHOW ME…SHOW ME WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF, ZERAS CELESTRIA!!!”

ROOOOOOOOOOAAARR

A devastating roar shook the entire throne room as the pillar of cascading lightning slowly quieted down, revealing the ten-meter-tall figure standing at twice the devil’s height.

PUFF

Intense smoke puffed out of Zera’s mouth, as his fist clenched together, the air rumbling and crackling beneath his grasp.

And slowly he directed his gaze towards the figure towering above by twice his normal height.

Immediately, three horrific-looking veins popped out of Zera’s forehead as he shifted slightly as then…

BANNNNG

The ground beneath Zeras exploded to smithereens as he instantly appeared in front of the devilish figure.

KABOOOOOM

A large fist covered in blue scales tore through the air with a speed that could rival that of sound as Zeras punched forward, imbuing all of his strength into that single punch.

“NICE, NICE. This Power. It can rival Late Meteor Rank Stage. Really, Nice For A Middle Meteor Rank, kiddo…” The devil voiced out, as he also clenched his fist and threw out a simple punch.

If Zera’s fist could be compared to a moving meteor, the devil’s fist could be compared to a silent black hole, and both soon collided.

“Eh?”

BOOOOM

Space quivered repeatedly, a devastating shockwave that would have ruptured the eardrums of an ordinary mortal resounding through the entire place, and immediately, a figure was sent flying.

It was like an ordinary mortal hitting his head on a mountain. His blood tumbled around his body beyond his control as he shot backward three times faster than he moved, his back lodged into the wall.

BLEEEERGGGH

Blood splashed out of his mouth as Zera’s left hand morphed into a gigantic blade, and he immediately cleaved at his right hand.

THUMP

PLATTER

An object fell on the ground, blood pouring off it as the devil watched Zera’s quickly cut off his hands.

Zeras looked at his cut-off hand on the ground, seeing it swell up like a balloon, strange sharp objects coming out of it before it was suddenly reduced to liquid scorching the ground.

“What is that? Poison?” He asked, his eyes narrowed.

‘If it was true, then this fight just got ten times harder!’

“Severing your arm without blinking at all. You have earned my approval for the first time…”

“Tch, keep your damn approval and die!” Zeras roared out loudly as another arm tore out of his cut-off hand instantly, and immediately he disappeared, appearing once again in front of the devilish being who chuckled evilly, his maw moving.

“Do you never learn?”

Without much effort, he clenched his fist once again as he threw out another simple punch.

CLANNNG

RIIIIIIIP

The sound of an object cutting through flesh resounded as dark blood splashed into the air, the devilish being’s eyes flashing in shock as he shifted his toe slightly, space immediately crumbling, and he appeared ten meters away from his former position.

Looking in shock at his right arm, he saw it had been sliced cleanly in two right from his knuckles and to his elbow, although the wound already closed up less than a split second later.

‘There’s an object that can cut through my devil body!!!’ He thought, incredibly shocked as he directed his gaze back to Zeras or, to say, the astral blade in his hands.

“What…What is that blade?” The figure asked, his eyes unable to conceal the shock.

The blade was around 3 meters long, more than half the size of his height. The Grip itself was about 0.5 meters long, held firmly in the grasp of the giant before him, while the entire blade was 2.5 meters long with a curved edge, like that of a katana.

At its cross guard was the image of an astral blue seal, diamond in shape, while the entire body of the blade had thousands of runes etched on its surface forming a blurry image of a figure he couldn’t make up.

Seemingly made of astral blue steel that glittered coldly in with an otherworldly aura. The blade itself sent a chill down his spine, even though none of the runes on it were even lighted, making him wonder just what type of destruction it would be able to do once it reached its full potential.

“This blade?” Zeras asked as he served the blade to the side, as easy as breathing, before a smile appeared on his face.

“It is the one that will rip off your head!!!” He said, and he disappeared in the next second.

CLEAVE

The air was immediately cut into two as the Zeras arrived above the figure, the astral blade cleaving down with unparalleled ferocity. This time he watched as the devilish being shifted slightly to the side, the blade passing an inch from his nose as he dodged the blade by an inch.

KABOOOOOM

A three-meter plothole appeared directly on the ground, decimating the entire floor completely as the blade landed on it.

‘The power! It’s at the Pseudo Meteor Rank Stage.’

“DIIIIEEE” A roar of rage blasted out of Zera’s mouth as both figures shifted instantly and then

BOOOOM

The ground caved, and the air shook and exploded as they exchanged thousands of moves, becoming a blur of how fast they were moving while dealing devastating damage to the surroundings.

If an ordinary mortal were present, they wouldn’t even see anything except for the different cracks and large potholes that were miraculously appearing.

KABOOOOOM

With another especially powerful collision, both figures were blasted backward, standing twenty meters from each other, when suddenly one of them fell on his knees.

BLEEEERGGGH

Blood splashed out of his mouth like an opened tap as he fell face flat on the ground, the blade clenched weakly in his arms.

‘In the end, he’s still so stronger than I am. So strong, I don’t even think he’s using 20% of his full strength.’ Zeras thought with a defeated smile as the blade disappeared from his hands and he returned from his 10 meters height to his 1.8 meters.