Chapter 67: The Emperor Crocodile and the Shocking Turn
In the future, the Seven Children of Destiny rise like brilliant new stars, each standing at the pinnacle of the world. They bear various titles, such as Roddy, the King of Strength, and the Unmatched Overlord. But the man before them is known as—the Prophet.
His primary totem possesses the power to foresee the future, acclaimed as the most extraordinary totem of all, unmatched in its prowess.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The massive black beast charged forward in great strides, utterly indifferent to his threats. A ferocious expression twisted across Charles’s face. “Damn it, I didn’t want to use that move, but you forced my hand!”
“Come down!”
A piercing cry echoed from the heavens, and a fiery-red figure descended—a giant bird with a wingspan nearly ten meters wide, plummeting in a kamikaze strike against the black beast. Upon impact, it erupted in a blazing explosion, sacrificing itself entirely, the torrent of flames engulfing the black creature.
“You—you—you…” Allen, clutched in King Kong’s palm, stared wide-eyed, his handsome features etched with shock.
Charles’s face was grim as water. Against such ultimate strength, neither King Kong nor Milo could survive a direct assault. Thus, he had no choice but to deploy the Flame Sparrow as a suicide bomb.
He needed to stall until the giant crocodile’s evolution was complete; otherwise, the relentless pursuit of the black beast would leave him no chance to escape.
Roar!
A thunderous howl resounded from the flames as the black beast emerged, despairingly unscathed.
The Flame Sparrow’s self-detonation, rivaling the attacks of an ultimate form, failed even to wound it—not even to drive it back.
“Very well, keep going!” Charles growled through clenched teeth.
A yellow cloud descended from the sky, thousands of Venom Sting Bees swarming over the black beast, each trying to burrow into its mouth and nostrils.
Roar!
The beast roared, smashing its forepaws together. A devastating shockwave swept through, creating a gale that scattered the bees like rain, nearly all crashing to the ground.
Then, it stomped heavily on the earth.
Boom!
The ground trembled; a massive pit appeared, and the fallen bees were crushed to death.
“Excellent. Ultimate forms truly cannot be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.”
Charles’s expression grew ever more feral. Glancing at the still-evolving giant crocodile, he suddenly strode forward.
“Hey, are you out of your mind? Don’t throw your life away! Come on, let’s run together—he really wants to kill us now!” Allen screamed, while the golden, peculiar totem flew over and landed on King Kong’s shoulder, trying to drag him away.
But without Charles’s command, King Kong wouldn’t let go. He casually swatted the golden beast aside, not harming it severely.
Under his gaze, the man in the silver-gray cloak spread his arms and walked toward the beast. “Come, Roddy, here’s your chance to kill me!”
Allen was taken aback by the stark contrast. The figure wasn’t even as tall as the beast’s foot, yet stood so fearless, his cloak billowing, utterly unafraid before the monster.
The black beast paused slightly; in the distance, Roddy knelt on one knee, as if enduring immense pain, raising his head to let out an anguished roar.
Roar!
The beast bellowed, slamming its foot down. The earth shattered, creating a deep pit.
“No!” Allen cried out, closing his eyes, unable to bear the sight, tears streaming from the corners.
In the vision he had seen, Roddy and the evolved warrior Leslie fought the Vine Totem, saving countless ordinary people.
But now, all was lost. The ordinary folk perished here, the once-heroic Roddy had gone berserk, transformed into a cold, merciless monster.
Could the future truly not be changed? Would forcing a change only bring greater disaster?
Boom!
The beast raised its paw; beneath it, a faint glow emerged, accompanied by a wild voice. “I gave you your chance, Roddy. You’re still not worthy to kill me!”
Charles leapt from the pit, the defensive aura around him flickering but stubbornly withstood the attack, leaving him unscathed.
So many evolved forms layered in defense were enough to withstand a regular ultimate form assault.
Roar!
The giant crocodile’s evolution was finally complete—a colossal prehistoric croc appeared before them all!
Its body stretched over thirty meters, as vast as a train car, armored with enormous plate scales.
Its mouth was an outrageous five meters wide, each tooth as long as an arm, serrated and densely packed, sending chills through all who beheld it.
“Imperial Crocodile, special totem, ultimate form, cannot be further enhanced;
Abilities: Death Devour, Frost Breath, Prison of Despair;
Description: The ultimate of the crocodilian lineage, descended from ancient heritage, the supreme lord of the primeval earth, a beast powerful enough to hunt dragons!”
Charles seemed to witness scenes of an Imperial Crocodile hunting mighty creatures along a roaring river, even legendary dragons among them.
He grinned savagely. “Ha! Let me see your ultimate strength—tear it apart!”
The vast difference in power meant he could not fully control the Imperial Crocodile, but he poured every ounce of will into his command to attack.
Two mighty beasts collided—the primal battle of the savage era had returned!
“My god, what am I witnessing?” Allen murmured in a near-whimper.
Ultimate forms appeared one after another, and awe and shock gave way to utter numbness.
The black beast, newly evolved and battered by prior battles, could hardly withstand an assault from another ultimate form, forced into retreat under relentless blows.
The Imperial Crocodile bit into the beast’s waist, frost spreading from its jaws, attempting to encase its foe in ice.
This was its method: freeze prey completely, then tear it apart with ease.
But the black beast was no easy target. Its forepaws smashed onto the croc’s head, sending reverberations through the land.
Failing to cause much harm, the black beast opened its maw and unleashed the dreadful gray beam, colliding with the frosty armor on the croc’s head, producing a harsh, sizzling sound.
Next moment, frost enveloped the beast entirely, but the croc’s head was blasted into a massive hollow.
Boom!
Both behemoths collapsed together—the Imperial Crocodile’s brain shattered, dead beyond revival.
The black beast, now an ice sculpture, flickered with dark light and vanished.
Charles’s expression remained calm, as if he’d lost nothing more than a common pet, not an ultimate totem.
Under his direction, Milo the three-headed hound lunged at the ball of vines, hauling a woman out and tossing her aside, then ripped through layers of vines to extract a fist-sized emerald heart.
“The Heart of Life, born of the Tree of Life, brimming with miraculous vitality—I have finally obtained you!” Charles gazed at the crystal in his hand, its luminous green glow mesmerizing.
This was the true prize he risked everything for—a treasure capable of enabling his own evolution, formed only by the ultimate plant totem of the True God Cult!
“Roddy, you’re nothing special after all.” He looked disdainfully at his fallen adversary.
Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared behind him, radiating a terrifying surge of primal energy.
Crack!
His protective aura shattered, and a dagger plunged deep into his back, bursting out through his chest.