Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 642

Chapter 642: No Heaven Or Hell Can Undo
Chiron’s bloodied arms slammed into the ground with a resounding crack. The force of the impact sent a ripple through the platform, the air thick with the tension of what was to come. He threw his head back, his voice echoing across the heavens.

“Give me all of it!” he roared.

The runes on the platform blazed to life once more, an inferno of light and energy that swallowed everything in its vicinity.

The raw, searing power of the altar, built upon the sacrifices of millions, surged upward like a tidal wave and crashed into Chiron’s body. The energy coiled within him, a tempest of destructive potential begging to be unleashed.

Yet Chiron did not succumb. He did not allow the seductive pull of this godlike power to tether itself to his soul.

His will, ironclad and unyielding, rejected the temptation. After all, he had other plans, great plans and it was to go in the manner that he saw fit.

Power was necessary, but right now, this was not the power he wanted. Taking it all now would not help his growth even though it looked like a free meal.

The energy taken from the platform did not linger within him; instead, he channeled it, directing its might through the intricate pathways of the **Fate Change System**.

“Take it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and commanding as he focused the torrent of energy outward. “Take it all.”

The system responded in kind, its alerts cascading through his mind like the roar of a thousand waterfalls.

Each notification signaled a breakthrough, a rewriting of destinies. Chiron burned through the vast reservoir of fate points he had accumulated, the sacrifices fueling not his own ascension but that of his servants. After all, manu had killed a lot of people and the fate points had accumulated a lot.

Emma was the first to feel the change. She fell to the ground, her body convulsing as if a fire burned from within her.

Her skin began to peel away in thin, almost translucent layers, the old flesh flaking off to reveal a new, pristine surface beneath.

Her complexion glowed with an otherworldly sheen, smooth and flawless. Her wings stretched out wide, doubling in size, their membranous texture glinting with iridescent hues. Horns erupted from her forehead, curling gracefully upward, and the devilish energy surrounding her shifted, deep red melting into an enchanting shade of pink. Her curves became more pronounced, her form sculpted to perfection—a physical embodiment of allure and dominance.

She let out a guttural scream, half agony and half ecstasy, as the transformation completed. Her eyes opened, now a swirling mix of gold and pink, and a seductive smile crept onto her lips.

The Seer had been wondering what Chiron was up to and had not given the command to attack just yet as she was not sure. But seeing that he was feeding his servants the remaining energy, she gave the order.

“KILL HIM!!!”

But as She did, Chiron screamed to the sky, releasing his vast energy to the heavens. “What are you waiting for. Its still my Tribulation…”

As if acknowledging his challenge, the Tribulation of Wrath rushed downwards in its fiery rage.

This was a Heaven’s Tribulation, the Gold rankers and Demi gods were forced to immediately back off.

The Wrath came for Chiron slashing his back, his form, riddling it with bloody wounds that burnt and sizzled in the air.

But Chiron gritted his teeth as he focused the power and his control of the platform.

Next was Carla. She stood firm as the energy engulfed her, her body trembling but unyielding. Her once petite frame grew taller, more imposing. Muscles rippled under her skin, yet she retained an elegance in her new lean, sinewy build. A long, reptilian tail burst forth from her lower back, swaying with raw, primal energy. Her snowy white hair cascaded down her shoulders, longer and wilder than before, and her fingers extended into razor-sharp claws. Her teeth sharpened into fangs, her grin menacing and predatory.

She roared, the sound more animalistic than human, as her transformation solidified. Her eyes gleamed with predatory focus, and her presence now radiated a chilling aura of domination.

Hunter, the Core Beast, fared no less.

The large, feline creature growled as its form began to swell. Its lithe body grew larger, denser, its fur thickening into a magnificent mane that encircled its regal face. The core at its chest, once a deep blue, pulsed violently, shifting through a spectrum of colors. First red, then deeper and darker until it gleamed a perfect, radiant purple. The energy within it seemed alive, pulsating with an untamed ferocity.

Hunter’s claws grew sharper, its eyes blazing with newfound intelligence and ferocity.

The darkness literally oozed off its bold green mane like boiling water.

It let out a deafening roar, its voice reverberating like thunder across the battlefield. The air around it warped, shimmering with heat and latent power.

Far away, deep within the confines of the **Zodiac Dragon Family**, the imprisoned **Red Blood Fire Dragon** stirred.

The power Chiron funneled through the system reached even it, breaking through the layers of seals and chains that bound it. Its crimson scales gleamed brighter, its imprisoned body trembling as it absorbed the energy coursing through it.

The Dragon Patriarch who was asleep shut its eyes open.

Ever since the capture of the red blood fire Dragon, the Patriarch had trued again and again to break the enslavement bond between Chiron and the red blood fire Dragon.

But it was of no use. Their bond was not just a simple master slave contract like the others, as the Blood Dragon had connected her child with the soul of the clan, and mingled their destiny together.

At the time of Manuvisit, the Patriarch had indeed thought of the idea of attacking and killing manu in order to break the bond.

But Manu was not a fore one would want to have.

And so he did not attack.

However something profound was happening underground and he had a bad feeling about it…

Each of them transformed into a new pinnacle of their potential, their forms redefined, their power reshaped by Chiron’s will.

And yet, Chiron remained unmoved, his eyes sharp and calculating as he watched his servants ascend.

His hands, still stained with blood, clenched tightly as he muttered to himself, his voice a quiet yet commanding hum.

“This is just the beginning,” he said, a smile creeping onto his lips. “What I build here, no heaven or hell will ever undo…”