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Master of the Stars - Chapter 126.1


Published at 27th of March 2018 12:50:13 PM
Chapter 126.1

Chapter 126: Colosseum (Part 1/2)



Translator: Strivon

The sense of distance was instantly made clear . The two Human-Faced Arachnids were far away from each other, the distance far exceeding the normal sensing limits of Human-Faced Arachnids .

In other words, they should not have made contact with each other . Then what was going on? Was this Human-Faced Arachnid targeting Number 3 specifically, targeting him for doom?

Before An Weng could understand the root cause for the change, the clash between the Human-Faced Arachnids reached a fiery hot state .

The hazy starry sky was filled with the powerful pressure of hostility . Number 3's body was being forcefully distorted . Every action was being resisted by a force that was both material and incorporeal . It was because of this that the chaos energy within Number 3 began to circulate at high speeds . It was like a boiler that was crushing and burning all the fuel within, providing Number 3 with an even more powerful internal energy .

For An Weng, this was simply a disaster . He had given up his fleshly body and placed his soul within Number 3's body, realizing a partial fusion . However, they had ultimately yet to merge completely as one . A portion still remained independent and it was the most critical portion—the intelligent portion .  

After Number 3 started the 'boiler', a tenth of the mass of An Weng's soul was soon evaporated . Many memories and resources were instantly erased, causing An Weng to be slightly dazed . He stayed like this until Zheng Xiao was affected as well, letting out a miserable shriek . Only then did An Weng suddenly come to .

Even the kite-string was about to be severed . How could these chains be so strong?

As self-deprecating thoughts flashed in his mind, An Weng forced himself to forget the imminent threat . He poured his power into Number 3 to try to control it and struggle free from the chains .

The dark chains were the sole channel that connected the two Human-Faced Arachnids; it was also the main battlefield where the Human-Faced Arachnids clashed . If An Weng wanted to destroy this situation, the most effective method would be to sever the chains .

With An Weng's aid, Number 3's power was suddenly raised to the next level . Its eight limbs waved in the void as it did its utmost to thrash and try to withdraw backward .

The dark chains straightened, perfectly taut . A pulling and clashing force activated simultaneously upon the chains, causing the chains' vibrations to increase in intensity . The vibrations converged as one before ultimately becoming a sharp hum like that of a rubber band on the verge of snapping .

Just missing a bit more . Just missing a bit more . . .

The more intense the clash between the Human-Faced Arachnids, the more awful the inner pressure of Number 3's boiler became . The mass of An Weng's soul was continually eroded but he had to continue to accelerate this process to ensure Number 3's power output .

This was the stupidest consumption of his soul of all, but thanks to these pressing matters, An Weng had no choice .

In this moment, An Weng felt like he and the dark chains were like two fizzling and burning fuses . They were waiting to see who would be the first to burn out, ignite the bomb, and explode into pieces .

"The Truth is above!"

"Hum!"

The prayer and the vibrations occurred simultaneously and another clash exploded on the chains . The powerful assault of energy broke through the limits of the dark chains at last, causing the chains to lost its special structure as it shattered and dispersed with a hum .

Number 3's body suddenly stopped as the chains broke .



However, An Weng was not happy at all .

By now, the mass of his soul had shrunk to two-thirds of its peak . An enormous quantity of memory of resources was burnt to ash . Even with his resolute will, he experienced a moment of daze .

There was more . In the final stage of the clash, An Weng no longer had the energy to maintain things elsewhere . Zheng Xiao, the kite-string, was severed .

Number 3 floated within the hazy starry sky . The striking starlight filled everywhere, but there were no clear trails remaining . It was as if Number 3 had lost its way within the starry sky; it had lost its bearings .

An Weng took a slow breath and sorted through the great mess of his soul . In addition, he tried to strengthen his control over Number 3 .

However, something occurred right when he was gradually permeating and spreading into Number 3's chaotic region with his soul mass; the inner pressure of Number 3's boiler plummeted quickly and an explosion was ignited .  

A pain like that of a poisonous flame assaulted An Weng; he forcefully endured it, maintaining a bit of clarity . However, his mind still sunk heavily down .  

Number 3 slowly turned its body around . It became restless again by instinct . Moreover, this restlessness was even more intensive than during the bitter battle just before .

At this moment, An Weng heard a low and fine sound . It was like the background noise that always existed in the metropolis . It was not really noticeable but it was everywhere . Looking into this noise would yield an abundance of miscellaneous information .

Additionally, within this subtle noise that people found hard to ignore was a river that was shadowy like it was dirty . It flowed noiselessly . A massive and ugly body floated out from within . The body spread its limbs, its demonic eyes flickered, and it instantly appeared next to Number 3 . By the time the entirety of its stooped body floated above the shadowy waters, it directly faced Number 3 .



From Number 3's perspective, this Human-Faced Arachnid that An Weng had locked onto was clearly a factor bigger than Number 3 itself . Its figure was more realistic and more solid; it gave off a pressure that assaulted one's face . It caused Number 3's restlessness to grow harder to control .

Number 3's instinct was to escape but it still remained within the 'star realm' .

This had nothing to do with courage . It was because of the incorporeal power of order that was embedded within this hazy starry sky, causing this realm to act as a bizarre prison . Even if this realm was boundless and vast, Number 3 was locked firmly inside . The only ending that was left was the decision between victory and defeat, between life and death .

It was those mysterious chains . . .

Although it appeared to have shattered, it had actually transformed from the material into the incorporeal . It used an even more inconceivable form to establish order . It revealed a power of constraint that was even more inescapable .

An Weng came to a clear understanding of this just now . The Human-Faced Arachnids had already engaged in another round of combat .

Human-Faced Arachnids were not like intelligent life forms . They did not speak any nonsense . They were just propelled by their instincts and the two sides began crossing blades once again . Loud rumbles rang forth as they collided .

Just a single clash and Number 3's left mandible was forcefully chomped and consumed by the massive Human-Faced Arachnid's stomach . At the same time, Number 3's sharp limb pierced the human-body portion of the massive Human-Faced Arachnid . The wound gurgled as it ignited and bloody flames sprayed everywhere .

The two Human-Faced Arachnids let out noiseless roars of pain at the same time, but the direct wrestling-like fight did not change a bit . It was as if they had returned to the Colosseum of the ancient times . The most bloody of forms were used to please the spectators .  

And so, just who should they be pleasing in this moment?

An Weng strove to maintain his train of thoughts with the Human-Faced Arachnid as it clashed . The change with the chains showed an exquisite shifting of the power of order . This was not a change that was made spontaneously . This change existed within the framework that encompasses this starry sky .

Who did this framework belong to?

An Weng knew the answer but in this hazy starry sky, even a shrewd person like him would find it hard to lock onto the man behind the scenes in a short period of time .

Unless . . .

Number 3's body shook violently once more . It was always at a complete disadvantage during the wrestling . Right now, half its ugly face had been chomped away by its powerful foe . It was missing half of its six demonic eyes and its aura suddenly grew weak .

There would not be a chance of victory if things continued this way .

An Weng used a mere tenth of a second to make a final decision . He did not spend much more time on the corresponding choice as well .

A dark ball appeared in the inner clairvoyance of his mind, in the mass of his soul . It was covered densely with strange markings . This was the deadly secret curse that he had formed when he sought to kill Luo Nan as fast as possible .

Without even the slightest of hesitation, An Weng crushed the ball with his soul strength, causing the secret curse to burst and shatter . The deadly negative energy swept through the mass of his soul .

The pain of his mind was indescribable by words, but similar ways could be used to vent his feelings . An Weng's intent surged and he roared explosively on the mental plane .

"LUO NAN!"



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