[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Chapter 676

Ember even said it would be limited in a room like this.

With the amount of power surging through me now, it's hard to believe this is still somehow an incomplete version of this Astral Form.

That, coupled with the fact that the mere availability of my True Core's threads is also holding me back. I feel as though I could grow this form to an astronomical size, with no natural limit at all given enough divine energy and space to push my aura outward.

As the three silver blades on each side of the demon fall down on us, I activate my hexagonal barrier this time around, as Ember isn't taking any chances either.

It withstands the first four blades but is shattered by the fifth, and once I take the full impact of the sixth blade, with Ember even sending a wave of flames from his Astral mouth, the true weight of the Demonic Statue is felt throughout my body.

I've reached an absurd amount of power, and am certain I'm at my limit.

The blades pushing down on me are manageable, and I don't feel as though I won't block this attack, but I do have to use my full focus and push upward with considerable strength. If I didn't block the blow with a defensive array beforehand, I would be sweating.

The countdown commences, and the six silver blades disappear. This is when the true gravity of the situation kicks in, as there are three rounds to go...

The 7th round comes and goes, and it is even worse than I expected.

While pushing upward with everything I have, the second of seven swords breaks through my defense array, and myself and the 250-meter-long glowing silver and yellow dragon take a beating from seven massive blades.

I feel my links of loyalty surpass 19 million while the countdown begins. My mind is elsewhere, but a new surge in power is noticeable as an abnormally high amount of links come rushing in from somewhere. All new and old eyes stare through mine, looking past the seven silver swords at the two remaining dormant and the three silver eyes staring down at me.

The timer hits zero, and the blades disappear, but the enormity of the five-kilometer-high Demon exudes its True Aura while eight blades light up with silver glowing energy.

The Demon's silver text and ancient voice ripple into my consciousness while I already prepare to use every trick I have to block this next strike.

Amplified Gravity magic using my heavy-hand skill, telekinesis with the upward momentum that would hold up the entirety of Solara, a fully charged 120-meter-long Astral Soul Sword swinging upward fortified by Divine Fire Magic, and a defensive barrier holding as many divine threads as my form can spare.

My Soul Sword burns hotter and hotter in my grasp, as it is far more excited to receive the first incoming silver sword than I am.

Before the demon's blade has even made its way halfway to us, it's hit with Ember's beam of fire, with trace amounts of silver threads within, and my aura is focused upward on a small area to slow the fall, but it hardly does a thing.

My barrier is shattered like glass, and we both take the blow head-on.

I feel déjà vu, like we're back in round 3, as with each passing sword strike, my vision becomes more tunneled, and my bones vibrate with sharp pain. The only thing on my mind is pushing upward. I don't even pay attention to the countdown, as every bit of my mental and physical power is going into blocking these eight fused blades.

I almost black out, but the pressure is lifted once the counter hits zero, and fatigue and pain ripple through every part of me. My bones feel as though they've been fractured and partially healed hundreds of times over in just a matter of seconds, and a familiar mind numbing ringing now sounds in my ears.