The strength of an atomic bomb is measured in terms of its power, typically expressed in kilotons, depending on the devastation it brings when unleashed.
If the destruction caused by the void blades were measured, it would be comparable to an atomic bomb.
That was how frightening the results of such an attack turned out to be.
A godly skill indeed.
The area was now littered with craters, resembling the moon's surface.
The difference was that this devastation was concentrated within a fifty-meter radius.
'Heh! I didn't get a quest or any reward because of how weak these creatures turned out to be. Damn!'
The entire area was clouded with dust, so thick it seemed almost tangible, but it didn't take long for the dust to settle.
Soon, everyone could see clearly again.
"What happened?" Charlotte asked, prompting Azrael to facepalm.
He had just used a skill capable of almost obliterating the area, and she was asking what happened? Really?!
At least the others seemed sharp enough to grasp the situation.
"What do we do now?" Cory asked.
But when she noticed the three from their group extracting beast cores from the Dalgas, she quickly joined in.
The moment a beast core was removed from a Strigoi's heart, the life force it released made the air feel lighter, almost purified.
The beast core itself was a sky-blue orb, emitting a mist with tiny sparkles that evaporated before touching the ground.
Each one was gently stored in a sack, carefully placed until no cores were left.
While, Lucas was tasked with carrying the haul.
These precious beast cores were highly valuable. With just twenty of them, someone could live a comfortable life.
Right now, they had over a hundred.
That was how many Azrael had massacred.
The group now saw him in a new light. He wasn't just a lucky charm; he was a force of nature that had blessed them today.
'With this much power, he's probably a mid-stage Demigod, give or take,' Charlotte thought, a little frightened by his strength. The others felt similarly.
They even feared getting too close to him or, worse, angering him.
Him, however, stood with his arms folded, watching them dig through Dalga corpses like maggots.
He had no interest in weak beast cores. They weren't strong enough to boost his power, and money meant little to him.
He could steal what he needed or sell something valuable from his Abyssal Maw for an exorbitant price.
Only humans worried about material things like money. Deities, on the other hand, focused on gaining more power.
Even at this level, Azrael was frightening. He hadn't even reached half of his full strength or assess all his skills due to the limitations of his current body.
Then there was Celestial energy—the only energy capable of harming gods and exponentially boosting its wielder's power.
Back in the past, Azrael had been as strong as an Olympian, celestials who possessed the strength of four gods combine.
But he had refused to become a slave to the Supreme Ones.
That defiance had cost him everything, leading to his death and his current reincarnation.
His downfall had been carefully orchestrated. First, he had endured countless battles, killing numerous Demigods and gods.
Then, injured and worn down, he had fought Zeus and Ventus—gods at the final stage of godhood—all in one day.
His ambition to conquer had blinded him to the trap, and that blindness had led to his demise.
'They should all prepare, because I will be coming for them soon,'
He had already regained almost half his power, and it hadn't even been a week since he transmigrated into this body.
The progress was proof of how much the system had helped him.
He knew how long it had taken to reach this stage in his previous life—about 300 years of relentless training and another 10,000 years to reach his peak.
As he reminisced about his past and the others celebrated their win of hitting the jackpot, a deep, booming voice resonated through the air.
The earth trembled violently, cracks threatening to appear in the ground.
"Who is the being counting death that disturbs my century long slumber?!!!"
The four in their group shivered, absolutely terrified by the booming tone of voice.
"Well, I did!" Azrael replied honestly.
The four darted bulging red eyes at the problematic one in their group who might cause their death after their fortune.
"Stupid mortal!!"
The voice shouted in rage, and like a meteorite that collides with the earth, something burst out of the walls, shattering rubble and filling the air with dust.
Azrael, without batting an eye, stared into the dust and saw a shadowy figure a few feet taller than him.
'I have been wondering where this one was because those insects aren't intelligent enough to move on their own.'
There's always the leader, Lich.
The moment the dust settled, everyone could now gaze upon the owner of the godly tone.
When one thinks about a Lich, what comes to mind is a bony skeleton sorcerer that wields high magical abilities rather than physical strength.
However, that logic was thrown into the gutter.
Because before them stood a ripped, muscular skeleton built not of muscles but entirely of bones.
Every inch of its body was made of bones shaped like muscle fibers, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and, to top it off, a flaming skull for a head.
The blue, unquenchable flames burned within the skull with intensity, representing the emotion pouring out of it.
Rage.
It moved its head side to side, observing the humans frozen in place. Stepping forward, it unleashed its fury.
"Raaaaagghh!! Damn humans ruined my cultivation, now I'll ruin you!!"
Like a volcanic eruption, the flames burst out with such force that they created a massive flaming umbrella towering above them all.
Instantly, the temperature of the atmosphere rose drastically, and a surge of intense heatwaves washed over them.
It felt as if they were being cooked alive, the area turning red as everything began to tremble.
'Hm, it's a heat-type Dalga boss, huh?'
[Emberok Dalga Lich detected]
[Defeat the Lich...]
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