Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1048: Summoning An Ancient Malevolent Spirit Beast



Orion frowned beneath his mask. He recalled Isadora's explanation about the Spirit Realm, though he hadn't paid serious attention to it then. He had been more focused on increasing his strength than on utilizing the power of another.

He remembered that spirit beasts, when summoned, don't manifest in the physical realm with their full strength. Instead, their power depends on the strength of the being anchoring them to the physical world, which is tied to the rank of the summoned spirit beast. However, Isadora had never mentioned anything about malevolent spirit beasts or a Lower Spirit Realm, so he wasn't entirely sure what the Dragmin was talking about.

Orion shifted his gaze to the faint shadow at the centre of the runes, which seemed to be slowly solidifying, and then to the sole gods' chosen seated on the runes.

[ Energy Level - 2,052 BEM.]

Orion quickly checked his energy levels and then refocused on Nahe. "So, you're planning to use him as a host for the spirit beast," Orion deduced, his voice calm.

Nahe let out a loud, mocking laugh and nodded. "Yes, you're correct. So go ahead and prepare yourselves. Show me if the strength behind your arrogance can match your bold words."

Just as Nahe finished speaking, the entire hall began to tremble violently.

"W-What's happening?" Nahe stammered, his voice tinged with fear as he glanced around in confusion.

"You shouldn't be so surprised," Orion responded coolly. "Since you're so confident in your plan, we've decided to give the entire Trekking Flamingo Runaway City a chance to witness the kind of leaders they have-and to show them how we deal with such situations."

"You!" Nahe's face drained of colour. He hadn't anticipated that they were unafraid of the terrifying adversary they were about to face and willing to ensure everyone within the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City witnessed the scene.

Even if they emerged victorious, it would be impossible to appease the anger of the ordinary residents, leading to even more severe consequences.

BANG!!

A loud crash echoed above as the metallic ceiling tore open, allowing the moon's brilliant light to pour into the room.

Nahe glanced up at the night sky, then refocused his gaze downward. The gods' chosens had completed their chant and now lay weakly beside the runes.

Meanwhile, the shadow at the centre of the rune began to solidify, taking the shape of an ethereal, unsettling spirit beast. It was a bird with a skeletal structure, with massive wings formed from jagged, lightning-shaped bones crackling with electricity. Instead of feathers, a swirling mass of storm clouds enveloped it, sparking and emitting small electrical discharges. Its beak was bony, and its eyes resembled twin vortices of swirling storms.

"SCREECH!!" the spirit beast screeched, announcing its emergence into the physical realm.

Orion attempted to assess the spirit beast's energy level, but after several tries, he realized the mask couldn't quantify it. He made a mental note to inform Seraphina about this issue later. With the help of the Four-Eared Elves, he believed they could eventually find a solution.

Nevertheless, Orion remained alert, understanding that he might need to act swiftly if the situation spiralled out of control.

Everyone in the hall felt the spine-chilling aura of the spirit beast as it spread its wings and ascended into the air, enveloping the atmosphere in dread.

The spirit beast scanned the room, its gaze sweeping over the faces before locking onto the gods' chosen, still seated on the rune. In an instant, it turned towards him and vanished into his body.

The gods' chosen's eyes snapped open, revealing swirling twin vortices within them-two massive, bony wings, larger than his entire frame, unfurled from his back. A swirling mass of thick storm clouds enveloped him as he slowly rose into the air.

"ARGH!!" The gods' chosen screamed, clutching his head as his devourer's bracelet roared to life, and Vylkr energy flared violently from his body, shrouding him with its inky black strands. His mouth opened, and two distinct screams emerged from his lips.

After a few agonizing minutes, his agitation subsided. He slowly raised his head, his eyes no longer obscured by the swirling vortices.

"Are you okay?" Nahe asked, his eyes fixed cautiously on the gods' chosen. The ritual had been gruelling, and the sudden possession by the malevolent spirit beast was a risk they had barely calculated. He needed to ensure the plan had proceeded as intended without any unforeseen complications.

The gods' chosen turned his head slowly, locking eyes with Nahe. His gaze was unnervingly cold and intense, sending a shiver down Nahe's spine. Nahe's heart skipped a beat and almost made him retreat in fear.

"I'm fine," the gods' chosen replied, his voice tinged with a chilling calm. "The malevolent spirit beast couldn't withstand the force of the Vylkr energy. Instead of tainting my soul and seizing control, the Vylkr energy ultimately eroded it, allowing me to retain consciousness and dominance over my body. I feel more powerful than before, and I sense that my strength will only continue to grow." His lips curled into a menacingly cruel smile.

"Good," Nahe said, nodding as he tried to mask his unease. "Now defeat them, and show everyone that you're the gods' chosen who will free the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City from Paradise's grasp and enable its ascent to Grade Two."

The gods' chosen nodded, but to Nahe's surprise, he abruptly raised his hand. A meter-long bone shot from his bony wings, slicing through the air with deadly speed toward Nahe.

Just as it was about to reach its target, a small dagger whizzed through the air, intercepting the attack and deflecting it away.

BOOM!

The area where the bone was redirected exploded in a shower of debris.

Nahe's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively soared backwards, pressing his back against the wall, trembling. The dagger floated back towards Orion, who calmly watched the scene unfold.

"There's no need to waste time on petty disputes," Orion said, ascending to meet the gods' chosen. He vanished from view in a fluid motion, reappearing in front of the gods' chosen. He seized him by the neck with a powerful grip, crushing several of his neck bones in the process. "I'll deal with the chaos you've wrought in the name of your rebellion," Orion added. Then, he flung him upward with a forceful heave through the gaping hole in the ceiling, tossing him

into the night sky.

[Energy Level - 2,090 BEM.]

The gods' chosen BEM hovered before Orion's eyes. Despite the assimilation of the draconic bloodline from the other seven deceased gods' chosens, which had increased his energy level by twelve per cent and was still rising, it had risen. It had hastened at a rate of fifty, moving at a steady pace rather than inch by inch.

Orion couldn't help but wonder how Emperor Greroth had acquired such a formidable technique. Of course, given the steep price of such immense power, Orion had no intention of practising the technique himself.

Nonetheless, he enjoyed the thought of the upcoming show. The more dramatic the display, the stronger the impression Paradise would leave on the hearts of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City residents.

"Handle the situation here," Orion instructed the warriors. "Ensure no one escapes. If anyone tries to approach, capture them as accomplices." He then soared upwards through the torn

ceiling.