Legend of the Asura - Chapter 559

[Chapter 559 Wan’er’s Choice (1)]

“Who are you?”

“Luo…ka…”

“You want to fight me?” A sneer appeared on the corner of the Slaughter World’s mouth.

“Those who block my master will die!”

“It’s just you?” The Slaughter World still smiled disdainfully. “Your body has long since vanished. Now you are just a soul awakened by Asura equipment. Even your weapons and equipment are only in the form of a soul body. Today, you can only rely on Asura equipment to exist. Once you die in battle, you will truly, completely perish, and there will be no possibility of appearing again.”

Without any hesitation, Luo Jia raised the blood sword in his hand – Shura’s Life. Although the Slaughtering World had said everything about him in one sentence, although the body of the Slaughtering World exuded an aura that was unmatched by him, he was not shocked or withdrawn in the slightest, let alone feared, because he… feeling.

“Hey, although your strength is very strong, in front of me, you are just a little ant!” The Slaughter World snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared there, seemingly disdainful to fight with him.

“Asura, although your attacking ability is a hundred times better than mine, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating me! I am waiting for you to give me a bigger surprise.”

Once, she dismissed that one-year appointment, and only had a little fantasy in her heart. Now, she is full of expectations. Shura’s powerful footsteps were faster than she expected.

The hoarse voice floating in the air faded. The target disappeared, Luo Jia turned around, and Shura’s phantom pupils shot out two blood-red rays of light, just like his “master” – Shura.

“Master.” Luo Jia shouted indifferently, his face was as stiff as a stone, and it seemed that there would never be emotional fluctuations.

Shura didn’t even look at her, and without moving, Luo Jia turned into a crimson light and was taken back by him and integrated into Shura’s equipment.

The atmosphere that had been suppressed to the extreme eased a bit, and Shura walked towards the north with an expressionless face. Before sunset, he could reach the only major city in the Eastern Ying Continent that was spared—the City of Sunset.

“You… are you Luo Jia?”

Feeling the aura similar to Shura, Xuanyuan Wan’er asked nervously. After Luo Jia was taken back by Shura, she felt his soul and tried to communicate with his soul.

“I’m.”

Soon, a cold and ruthless voice answered her.

After hearing Luo Jia’s reply, Xuanyuan Wan’er let out a sigh of relief and said anxiously, “Aren’t you already dead? Why are you appearing again?”

“I am dead, but my soul is not destroyed. The god of death has preserved my soul with its powerful power. The moment when the power of Asura reunites again is when my soul awakens.”

Luo Jia’s voice did not contain the slightest human emotion, nor did it contain the slightest concealment. Both belong to the same master, and he has nothing to tell.

“But, aren’t you Shura… Why are you conscious, why are you able to stay awake.”

Nervous, hopeful… Luo Jia’s sobriety made her seem to see the hope of awakening Shura. He is also Shura, but he can act rationally, speak rationally, and answer rationally. There is no one who only knows killing and forgets everything like her “Brother Feng”.

“Because… I’m dead.”

Xuanyuan Wan’er: “…”

“To become a real Shura, you must first go through purgatory-like baptism and the greatest suffering in the world. Shura must bear endless pain and hatred in his life. Killing is Shura’s only goal. Only the purgatory of blood can cleanse the pain. My soul. And I’m already dead, only the soul built with the power of death remains, so I have no emotions, and I have lost the shackles that Shura must bear. Therefore, although I have lost the heart of Shura, I am completely intact. The power of Shura is completely preserved.”

At that time, his parents died tragically, his wife and children were tortured and killed, and he fell into the abyss of pain. After despairing again and again, he fell into the Asura Dao and became the bloodthirsty Asura that everyone feared at that time, venting the hatred and pain in his heart with brutality, blood and beast-like roar… Now, his voice is flat terrifying, as emanating from the mouth of a dead man. Without feelings, he has no pain at all, and is completely relieved because of this. The only reason for existence is to wake up his master.

“Death…recasting the soul…no…” The little hope that had just ignited was ruthlessly extinguished, Xuanyuan Wan’er shook her head in pain. How could she allow him to have only a broken soul and no body.

“You used to be Shura too… You tell me, is there a way to wake him up… Is there a way… No matter how difficult it is… I don’t want such a brother Feng, I don’t want…” Thinking of a completely unfamiliar He, Xuanyuan Wan’er was about to cry. Heart like a needle. In the past few days, she has cried countless times.

“Yes.” Roja replied coldly.

The soft weeping stopped abruptly, Xuanyuan Wan’er stayed for a while, still couldn’t believe the sudden surprise, after a while, she came trembling and sobbing: “What can I do… what can I do, tell me quickly !”

“Remove the source of his pain and get back what he lost.”

Xuanyuan Wan’er was stunned… The source of the pain, everything that was lost… Sister Feng Yao…

“But… she’s already dead, dead… she’ll never come back…” Xuanyuan Wan’er whispered blankly.

Roja was silent.

“How can the dead come back, how can it be resurrected…”

The voice stopped abruptly, deadly quiet.

“Resurrection… Resurrection… Resurrection…”

Like a dream, Xuanyuan Wan’er repeated these two words in a low voice, as if she had thought of something.

“No… can’t…” She shook her head painfully again: “I can’t do this, otherwise, who will save the heaven… suffer from the suffering of reincarnation for 50,000 years, how can I…”

“But, Brother Feng…”

“Brother Feng…”

“Wow~~~”

In the vast sea of consciousness, she shrank her body, buried her head in her knees, crying powerless and helpless. The painful choice made her so distressed that she could hardly breathe.

On one side is the entire heaven, where there are her mother, her partners, and countless uncles and aunts who like her, and on the other side are her brother Feng and sister Feng Yao. This should have been an extremely simple choice, but it actually made her feel as painful. Thousands of arrows pierce the heart.

………………

The sun was setting, and it was almost dusk in the real world. In the past few hours, Shura was blood-stained all the way, harvesting every creature that appeared in his sight. Xuanyuan Wan’er seemed to be numb to this, she fell into a deep sleep when she was tired from crying, and crystal water drops kept falling from the corner of her eyes in her sleep.

In front of you is the city of sunset.

When Shura appeared a thousand meters away from the city gate, the city guards and all kinds of Dongying masters were already there waiting for him.

Shura has trampled on the bottom line that they can bear infinitely. If they don’t fight with all their strength, Dongying will be completely destroyed by Shura’s hands.

Compared with the disaster that Tianlong Continent encountered, the disaster that Dongying Continent is encountering is thousands of times more miserable than that of the Continent back then. Although the demons are strong and the demon soldiers are numerous, they are not irresistible. As for Shura, he is like a sharp blood sword, ravaging Dongying’s sick body that is riddled with holes. Even the strongest guardian barrier, Amaterasu, was cut in half by him. What else can stop him? footsteps.

All the blocking, all the struggles and resistances were like a blank piece of paper that would be shattered with a single stab in front of his terrifying strength. A true rampage.

With an order, the crowd throbbed, and countless offensive props were thrown at Shura by them. In order to block him as much as possible, Sunset City, which had the lessons of the Imperial City and the City of Sunrise, did not hesitate to take out all of its own. The offensive props are extremely powerful, and there are many attack scrolls at the level of forbidden spells, and there are even some extremely precious props handed down from ancient times.

Lightning flashed and thundered around Shura for a while, the earth collapsed, the sky ripped apart, and the superposition of various advanced attack props resulted in a succession of terrifying power no less than a nuclear bomb explosion. The space was shrouded in diffuse sand and dust, and the overlapping sounds almost deafened people’s ears.

He emptied all his writing, but no one thought it was an exaggeration, because he was Shura,

The sand and dust in the sky overwhelmed the sight, and the deafening roar overwhelmed the hearing. After the explosions and the sound of breaking the air again and again, the chaotic voice finally began to calm down, and the front was still gray. The terrible attack just now was definitely enough to easily blow up a mountain.

The city guard finally breathed a sigh of relief. They clearly saw that the terrifying attack just now distorted the air, destroyed the earth, and completely engulfed Shura’s body. Such power is enough to destroy everything, even Shura is absolutely impossible to resist…

They were desperately trying to keep themselves safe, trying desperately to think that Shura had been buried in it, but what was the feeling of oppression that almost suffocated them… Is it because of the huge power that hasn’t completely dissipated, or…

tread… tread…

In the chaotic atmosphere, a person’s footsteps should have been completely drowned out and not noticed by anyone, but everyone present clearly heard the same heavy footsteps. The footsteps seemed to sound from the bottom of their hearts. Step on their hearts, make their hearts beat faster and faster.

The dust was getting lighter and lighter, and suddenly, a dark figure appeared in front of the foggy mist. The indifferent expression, the dead breath, and the incomparably even pace, as if the terrorist attack that was enough to annihilate everything just now was just an illusion, which did not cause him even the slightest harm.

The city guards sucked in a breath of cold air, and a gloomy chill ran through the body.

It was as if they had seen a real devil.

The city guard leader gritted his teeth: “Go!”

The city guard’s ambition to protect the homeland has been largely dissipated by fear and shock at this time, and there is no morale at all, but despite this, the loud shouts of nearly 10,000 people are enough to describe it as “shattering the sky”. But soon, the shrill screams easily overwhelmed the team’s shouts…

No matter how many people there are, they can’t pose any threat to Shura. They will soon understand that they are not blocking, but killing.

In just a few short days, how much blood has been stained on Shura’s hands, they can’t imagine, because it is a number that makes them tremble and makes them never believe.

The massacre of a single person has never happened in the history of Dongying, but now it has encountered waves one after another.

Who can defeat this demon and save the Eastern Ying Continent…

The supreme god of Amaterasu? He died, died under the sword of Shura.

The only sacred beast in the legend, the Eight-chassis Orochi? Is it good or evil? Where are you? And whether it really has the ability to drive away Shura.