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Chapter 823 Onwards To The Ancient Battlefield.Chapter 823 Onwards To The Ancient Battlefield.

All of them here know the terror of Soverick Ghastorix. He killed thousands of people with a wave of his hand. He toyed around with paragons. He was undefeatable. The terror of his existence is still fresh in their mind. If they don't want to cross Soverick, then they certainly don't want to cross Salvini. So they remained silent.

Jarkon nodded and said, "That's good."

But he cursed inwardly. He was hoping for an objection. He will take anything to delay this mission.

"Let us go to the ancient battlefield in search of this Legion that Soverick has amassed to commit evil in our plane."

And so they left the Virut plane in search of Legion. They are going to the ancient battlefield because Salvini said so. They actually found a lot of traces of Soverick in the plane. But instead of investigating these traces, Salvini said that they should leave the plane entirely because any trace they find in the plane is useless.

Of course, Jarkon knows that most of the traces are harmless. All the people that Soverick has ever had contact with have traces of his Aura and soul fluctuation. His mother does and so does his father and a lot of people in the Ghastorix family. Their only crime is ever meeting Soverick. That doesn't make them evil.

Even so, Jarkon wanted to investigate them just so that he won't have to leave the plane. A wild goose chase in his home plane has to be better than a wild goose chase on the ancient battlefield. The ancient battlefield is more than a thousand times bigger than the Virut plane. And he has to search for and investigate anyone that has ever met Soverick there.

The fact that they met Soverick doesn't make them evil too. Soverick has never left the plane from the information they have of him. So the people with traces of him are likely to have been in the Virut plane and have met him here. They can't be called evil for that. He has to investigate them and have proof of their suspected "evil plan against the plane." That is going to take a lot of time. It is not a wonder why he is not looking forward to this. There doesn't seem to be any point in it whatsoever.

Meanwhile Guntu and what's left of his group finally made it to the void. They were escorted by the flying fortresses all the way to the edge of the plane. The remaining 20 origin gods out of the initial 100 met up with the vast array of thousands of origin gods in the void. Guntu was surrounded immediately. They formed a thick protective cocoon of Origin gods around him. If anyone wants to reach him, then they will have to go through thousands of Origin gods to do so.

Guntu finally felt safe. He sighed in relief. Then he brought out the cube and willed it to expand. The black cube appeared in the void. Its portal was opened by its side. Hadrick will come out soon and the one that she is to meet is already here.

No one was paying any attention to the cube. They were all looking at the vortex that appeared beside the cube. The vortex didn't just swirl void energy around. It was shredding and churning the space in that location into chunks and then into dust. Anything and everything within the vortex was being torn apart and ground down by a Will that couldn't be defied.

The vortex is powerful but it is quite small. It is only about 3 meters wide. The hands that tore up from beneath the vortex are also small. They are also pure black but that isn't peculiar at all. There are myriads of races with different forms and different looks so the complexion of this being isn't peculiar. The only thing that is out of place is that this being is small for the physical manifestation of a world god. But that's understandable since this is a new world god and his world is not complete yet.

The being came out of the vortex slowly. The majesty of his presence spread far and wide. Space froze because of this being. Void energy in the surroundings was riled up. It began to sizzle as if charged with power. The Origin gods watching felt a tingle down their spines when they saw this being. They felt fear despite him being their ancestor.

Ghastorix looks like a black obsidian statue. His features are sharp as if carved from a rock. He doesn't have any fur on his body so his skin is very smooth. It glistens and shines with sheen. He has three tails attached to his lower back. One of the tails is black, another one is blue, and the last one is golden. The three tails sway gently without touching. They are the three states of his Supreme law and they must not touch. 

He has hair on his head but they are more like sharp solid spikes. They are black just like his skin and they protrude out from his scalp like the spines of a porcupine. They are at least 10 centimeters in length. One can see little sparks jumping from spike to spike. Those sparks are sometimes blue or gold. There are actually three sparks but the black ones can't be seen because they merge really well with the black spikes.

Then there are his eyes. They are glowing brightly with pure white light. There is no pupil or iris. He has two white orbs of light as his eyes. His eyes are in sharp contrast with his black sculptured body. They also sizzle with white sparks because of their unstable energy state.

If anyone can be described as looking like a god, then it is Ghastorix. He has both the presence and the demeanor of a godly being. He looks small but the origin gods can sense the shadow of a great being behind him. The shadow is cast because the universe has to bend around his existence the way light is obstructed by an opaque object. This shadow is large because, unlike their weak uncomprehending eyes, the universe is aware of the true measure of his existence.