Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 725

Chapter 725: The Third Test
“Now that you have all reached halfway through the tests, it is time for the third tower test. I wish you all good luck…” The Faerio said, bringing out her small star staff and drawing a runic gate in the air.

Instantly, a vortex was opened once more, and all of the remaining otherworlders poured into it one by one, including Zeras.

The entire world seemed to come to a simple stop for a while before Zeras once more felt his feet on the ground, and he opened his eyes.

The first thing he did was snap his head upwards, and there he found a guillotine so big that its edges surpassed all of Zeras’ vision.

It was a massive guillotine looming over his neck, and there were thousands of runes on its body, which, though dim, made Zeras’ hair stand on end.

He could only wonder what destruction it would be capable of once the guillotine fell on him. But for now, it didn’t seem like it would slip anytime soon.

Taking his gaze away from it and around him, he found himself standing on a battle stage, and only now could Zeras feel the gaze that was lingering over his body.

The gaze of thousands of horned, red-skinned people whose eyes of interest scanned him up and down.

They were seated all around in a large circle, and it reminded Zeras of the time when he had fought with Ausra in the coliseum.

And truly, the place he was in was a coliseum.

“Finally, after waiting for a hundred years, the gods have once again sent their emissary to us, to test us of our strength!”

A loud roar that boomed through the entire coliseum rang out as Zeras turned to his back and found a gigantic throne where a figure sat, accompanied by a dozen bare-naked horned ladies that weaved around him like snakes.

He had a crown on his head, signifying his position as the king, and his red horn was the longest of everyone present.

The aura he gave Zeras was incredibly powerful, and he knew well the alien wasn’t a person to be underestimated.

“According to our ancient prophecies, it is said that every 100 years, the gods will send us a person to test our powerful warrior might.

It was said he would be a true warrior that will open our eyes.

But for 600 years and exactly six times now, all of the god’s emissaries have been weaklings snapped apart by our palms.

And this one seems to be the greatest weakling of all!”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

The loud laughter boomed through the coliseum once more as they jested at Zeras, but his expression was as deadpan as ever.

“Once more, just like every year, the challenger is to fight our mightiest and prove the gods’ word before us.

Everyone, rise up for the mightiest warrior of our Vordu Clan, the unrivaled master of a thousand wars and battles, the Devilish War General of our mighty Vordu Clan, War General Abaddon!”

The King declared, opting to rise to his feet as the roars of the aliens reached a deafening level, and Zeras’ eyes narrowed as he turned to the gate before him and watched it slowly open up.

STEP

STEP

STEP

Every single step out of the darkness shook the entire ground and coliseum mightily that even Zeras’ face changed wildly.

He had yet to see his opponent, yet its footsteps were already shaking the ground beneath him, and then an extremely massive murderous aura rolled out from the dark space, slamming on Zeras’ face with incredible pressure.

And finally, his opponent exited, and the cheering crowds went silent.

“Hmm,” an interesting hum escaped Zeras’ lips as he looked at the alien.

It was a masculine figure, around the height of 3 meters, an extra meter taller than Zeras.

He was like the embodiment of pure mountainous muscle, as his arms alone possessed much more muscle than double that of Zeras’ laps, and they rippled with unbridled strength.

His upper body was bare, and there was not a single space on his body that wasn’t decorated with sword marks, revealing quite the gruesome body that would chill anyone’s heart.

It could only be a miracle that someone with such an amount of cuts could survive for this long.

There was no doubt about it, the figure before him was a true master of war!

ROOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRR

A devastating roar that created shockwaves undulated from his maw as he gave an extremely loud roar, resulting in everyone in the coliseum covering their ears and crouching to the ground on impulse.

The shockwaves slammed head-on Zeras, the power of it enough to peel his clothes from his body, and a smile appeared on Zeras’ face as his hand slowly moved to the side and then…

SHRRRRRIIIIING

The sound of the katana being removed off its sheath resounded as sharp as the blade itself, and Zeras kept his sheath into his storage ring before pointing the blade forward towards his opponent.

“I’ll accept your challenge…” Zeras called out seriously as he got into a stance, his body leaning forward and his katana placed behind him.

His legs placed themselves hard on the ground and he prepared himself to take off the ground.

Without needing to be told, Zeras already knew what this test entailed.

All he needed was to complete the challenge or, in the aliens’ words, fulfill the so-called prophecy, and he could successfully move to the next tower floor.

“Let the battle begin!!!” The King loudly declared as the sound of drums rang out.

STEP

BOOOOOOOOOOOM

A powerful earthquake appeared on the battle stage immediately as the words were uttered, as the mountainous figure jumped into the air, for close to 30 meters, and in the next instant,

BAAAAAAAAAAANG

The ground where Zeras stood on was shattered into an endless abyss as two massive arms crashed onto the ground, bringing absolute ruin and decimation to it.