I have an Apocalypse City

Chapter 1690: Chapter 1691: The Saint Chapter 1690: Chapter 1691: The Saint Just as Song Jian’s consciousness wrapped around the Power Laws crystal, the entire crystal burst into fierce flames. This caused Song Jian intense pain, as if something in his mind were burning.

At this moment, Song Jian instinctively wanted to retract his consciousness. However, right then, he suddenly stopped, “If I retract my consciousness now, won’t I fail the absorption?”

With that thought, Song Jian could only endure the pain and envelop the ball of flames in his hand with his consciousness.

The pain stemming from his mind was impossible to resist; he had no choice but to withstand it.

Bit by bit, the Power Laws from within his hand began to merge into Song Jian’s body. Just as he was about to lose consciousness and faint, the Power Laws crystal in his hand was finally absorbed completely.

Feeling the surge of power inside him like an overwhelming tide, Song Jian eventually blacked out and fainted.

When Song Jian woke up again, he could feel the immense power within his body, but his spirit felt somewhat withered. Looking at his attributes, the status bar now showed an “Absorption Backlash” adverse effect, which reduced his mental strength’s upper limit and suppressed the recovery speed of his mental strength.

Because he had absorbed a complete Power Law, Song Jian’s strength attribute shot up by three hundred points, causing him now to struggle to control his own power. He would need some time to adjust.

Glancing at the three remaining Law crystals in his inventory, Song Jian suddenly felt a sense of trepidation. He had previously thought to use up these Law crystals all at once. Looking back, he realized that he had narrowly escaped death. If he had indeed used all four Law crystals at once, even as a deity, he likely would have exploded and died!

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In the game world, Wang Qi stood by the window in the City Lord Mansion’s conference room, looking out. The sky was overcast, as if it was about to rain. At this moment, Song Jian’s name turned grey on his communicator, indicating that Song Jian had entered the Divine World and was completely separated from the game world.

Previously, this kind of situation would occur when Song Jian entered places like secret realms, so Wang Qi wasn’t too anxious. Moreover, with the news of Song Jian becoming a deity, many NPC cities started to extend olive branches to the City of Hope. Some even sent representatives to negotiate with the City of Hope, hoping to establish alliances and making many concessions for the benefit of the city.

All this allowed the City of Hope to develop extremely fast, but Wang Qi knew that everything the City of Hope had was built on Song Jian alone. If anything untoward happened to Song Jian, the whole City of Hope would be like a castle built on sand, which could be destroyed by a single wave!

Just then, a system notification appeared before Wang Qi;
System: Congratulations to the Saint Geoff Mar for ascending to the True God Realm, becoming the twenty-third person in the game to reach the True God Realm! True God Realm powerhouses can enter the Divine World through the portal!

“The twenty-third deity has emerged. The pace at which these fallen gods are recovering is getting faster, and time is running out for the city lord…” Wang Qi thought to himself.

Only those who were once gods could be called Saints, and they are among those who recover to the True God Level the quickest. Moreover, the more powerful they were before, the faster they recover.

Of course, there are also a rare few who have succeeded in “slaying gods,” seizing the divine essence and Divine Flame of the fallen, thus claiming their place in the True God Realm. But such instances are scarce, and with Song Jian included, there are merely three cases.

To think, even though they had fallen to the mortal realm and even though they became Legendary Realm powerhouses, these once-deities were still much stronger than ordinary Legendary Realm powerhouses. Legendary Realm powerhouses in the game world had to group up just to “slay a god.”

For many players who hadn’t even reached the Legendary Realm, this all seemed too far away, but for those who had reached the Legendary Realm or even the pinnacle of that realm, it was agonizing.

It’s incredibly difficult to become a deity by one’s own power, not to mention reaching the True God Level. Even reaching the Demi-God Level was an immensely challenging task for them.

Therefore, those in the Legendary Realm were also in search of opportunities to “slay a god,” but such opportunities were scarce and only available to the lucky few.

Zhao Ming stared at the man in front of him, engulfed in flames, somewhat unable to believe his own eyes! Although he had stepped into the Legendary Realm, his strength wasn’t very strong because he had acquired his understanding of the Power of Law by chance. He was only at the early stages of the Legendary Realm, and the idea of “slaughtering gods” had remained nothing but a dream to him, one he dared not turn into any serious action.

But now, a heavily injured Saint had suddenly fallen from the sky and landed before him, prompting him to wonder if he was somehow the ‘favored son’ of this game.

The Saint before him was enshrouded in flames, his left arm severed at the shoulder, and his right hand was tightly clenching an iron rod. Although he was unconscious, his face was contorted fiercely, as if he was still fighting someone in his dreams.

Zhao Ming’s eyes narrowed, and a pale blue light shone from them as he cast it over the Saint before him!

“Indeed, indeed he is a Saint, and moreover, a dying Saint with severe injuries. Ha ha, my luck has finally turned!” Zhao Ming burst into laughter, as a hint of the Frost Law’s power began to emerge within him, gathering in his hands.

On his hands were a pair of dark gold-quality gauntlets; clearly, Zhao Ming’s profession was that of a close-combat pugilist.

Pugilists were considered a kind of hidden profession, and not many players chose it. Before long, Zhao Ming’s right fist amassed a soccer ball-sized glow of white light, radiating an intense coldness.

Meteor Crash!

Zhao Ming let out a low roar, and his right fist slammed toward the head of the heavily injured Saint before him!

Boom~
A loud noise followed, and a crater over three meters deep appeared in front of Zhao Ming, with cold air wafting from it and even a thin layer of frost forming around the edges.

Standing in the center of this chilly crater, Zhao Ming’s face showed a trace of surprise and doubt. He found that his punch seemed to have missed, and the severely injured Saint who had been unconscious had vanished.

“What, what exactly happened?” Fear showed on Zhao Ming’s face.

“Hmph, having only a trace of Frost Law and not knowing skills like Soul Lock, how could you possibly hit someone?” A deep voice rang out behind Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming was shocked and quickly turned around, only to find a shadow descending from above. His whole body trembled in fear as he faced this terrifying strike, sensing that no matter how he tried to dodge, he would still be hit.

Bang!

A loud noise resounded as an iron rod smashed ruthlessly onto Zhao Ming’s head, and a series of “Critical Attack,” “Lethal Damage,” “Crushing Damage,” and “Critical Hit” floated up above his head.

A Legend-level powerhouse in full health was suddenly reduced to a near-death state by a single blow from a heavily injured Saint. This scene, if witnessed by others, would likely leave them in shock.

Pfft~
Mie Tian couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his cheeks immediately showed a faint golden hue. Looking at the god-blessed warrior who had fainted before him, Mie Tian snorted coldly. After hesitating for a moment, he didn’t deliver the final blow, but instead picked up Zhao Ming and quickly flew off towards the distant woods.

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