The Ultimate Evolution
chapter-658

"Well said." Guarba laughed hysterically. "Thus, I shall award you a chance. Yield at once and abdicate to me, for I do not lack power, but what I lack, is an astute assistant like you!"

All of a sudden, Hecaosi’s giant parasitic python ejaculated a jet of venomous pus from its sinister mouth. However, it didn’t reach Guarba but merely sprinkled onto the ground before emitting sizzling sounds. In a blink of an eye, a few large pits were corroded out, as an awful stench pervaded the atmosphere.

Guarba harrumphed and asked.

"What a pity, is this your foolish answer?"

In response, Hecaosi charged forth. He could already perceive that Guarba was tarrying for time, and since Hecaosi was at his optimal state now, he wasn’t willing to delay any longer. With this very move, he would offer no mercy.

Upon nearing Guarba, steam arose from Hecaosi as though his skin was scalding from boiling blood.

Pa! The hide vest he was wearing inflated dramatically before his muscles tore it asunder. Instantly beneath, one could observe a ghastly sight of intertwining scars connecting Hecaosi’s parasitic python and his shoulder. Multitudes of arteries and veins populated its border as though the python was sewed, circulating flourishing energies into the heinous parasitic python.

The jaws of the parasitic python enlarged nefariously to its limits, with circular fangs whirling constantly.

Even the prostrating Sheyan from afar felt as though a vortex residing inside those jaws, possessing an inexhaustible suction force that could absorb and devour all matter in. If he was standing right in front of those jaws, the only outcome would be being grinded to a fleshy paste!

Instead, Guarba erupted with wild laughter and pressed his right arm forward, aiming towards the parasitic python!

Sheyan could vividly observe a misleading phenomenon – Guarba was seemingly ‘expanding’, as distinct air fluctuations rippled through the air alongside his pressing right arm; resembling that of heat waves radiating from a bonfire. The heatwaves then amplified crazily, as the air around distorted uncontrollably.

Violent cackles erupted in the air, and amidst the heated stream of air, the lion fur of Guarba’s pelt fluttered up excitedly; revealing his sturdy and robust body beneath.

In this instance, Hecaosi’s pupils contracted while Sheyan’s heartbeat accelerated rapidly.

One could distinctly see that amidst Guarba’s maniacal laughter, his tremendous right shoulder was deforming and swelling rapidly. Beneath the cover of that bold and majestic lion pelt, actually hid such invincibly terrifying.....power!

It was an eye, a monumental crimson eye!

That monumental eye exceeded 70 centimeters and occupied half of Guarba’s right chest, stretching through his shoulder blade and nearly reaching his head.

The periphery of the eye was populated with thick blood vessels, linking this weird organ directly to his body; as though it was bursting out of Guarba’s skin. The thick blood fibers of his muscles could also be distinctly seen.

A wretched grey shaded the eye white of this monumental eye, and vandalized by dense masses of capillaries. Only a fist-sized, deep-red pupil appeared bottomless like the boundless abyss of the ocean, as it completely devoured the dazzling rays of the midday sun!

With that diabolical monumental eye as the core, Sheyan could notice with matchless clarity; circular arcs of incorporeal spirit essence rippled from its periphery. Those spirit ripples were incomparably fiery. As they diffused out from Guarba’s monumental eye, the ripples finally condensed onto the golden scepter that was now in Hecaosi’s hands.

Within mere milliseconds, the ripples triggered a mechanism within. That golden scepter automatically revolved 180 degrees as fast as the rumbling of a thunderbolt hitting one’s ears. Incapable of reacting in time, Hecaosi could only forcibly endure.

In this instance, Sheyan’s senses went disastrously haywire. It was clearly bright midday, yet it seemed like the entire sky had suddenly transformed into the darkest night. It was as though every bit of sunlight had been absorbed into that golden scepter!!

Such a strange phenomenon only lasted 2 seconds. Yet when Sheyan regained his senses, Hecaosi had bluntly crashed down face first. His entire body had been roasted and riddled with high degree burn wounds. Charred fumes rose in spirals from incinerated black ashes. This sensation was utterly reminiscent of a recently burnt firewood in a fire pit.

Guarba spitefully chortled.

"The Sun tribe has passed the golden scepter on for 1,530 years. Its history vastly surpasses that of the most ancient of scorched trees. How could it be so easily plundered by others? Peasants who try in vain to offend the dignity of the sun god, will be punished by fire!"

Under the scorching sun, Guarba’s lofty figure inflated while gripping his golden scepter. Complementing that surreptitious monumental eye on his right shoulder and his herculean body frame, he exuberated an unspeakable devilish bewitchment. All forces, individuals or intent would be suppressed to the bottommost depth of his soul!!! Before being incinerated to dust by the scorching sun!

Witnessing the terror of this monster, Sheyan very blatantly feigned death. He could deeply fathom that Guarba was probably an equal tier existence as that of the Boss Licker! Wanting him to deal with that monster would be no different from asking him to commit suicide.

All of a sudden, without a sound nor warning, Hecaosi bounced back up from the ground. His countenance sinister as he attempted to stake it all on one throw. Once again, that electric drill like parasitic python aimed towards Guarba, where its swollen mouth widened to its extremity.

Incisive circular fangs and a dense mass of blood vessels could be seen running down the interior of its throat. At this moment, a glowing blood globe had noiselessly formed and was expanding unceasingly.

In a flurry, that blood globe shot thunderously towards Guarba. At this instant, though Hecaosi’s body remained lofty, not a single trace of strength or aggressiveness could be sensed from him. That blood globe had seemingly consumed all his energy.

His parasitic python directly turned limp, before drying up and shrinking; becoming even tinier than an ordinary arm. It had exhausted all its vitality by unleashing that globe.

In the face of Hecaosi’s suicidal assault, Guarba’s expression finally changed. Raising his golden scepter while yelling aloud, the monumental pupil on his shoulder contracted and intensified its gaze. Then, Guarba pressed in his right arm again towards that glowing blood globe.

When both forces collided, a stalemate ensued for several seconds. As Guarba exhausted his strength and gradually found it harder to resist, that blood globe still maintained its initial pressurizing ferocity and deadliness; its accumulated energies seemingly inexhaustible!

Though disadvantaged, Guarba didn’t exhibit any fluster but took a deep breath instead. All of a sudden, that monumental eye on his shoulder blinked.

This was an ordinary action to common human eyes. However, when done by Guarba’s diabolical demonic eye, it donned an unexplainable strangeness; brimming with shuddering fright.

Sunlight momentarily disappeared and darkness overthrew the entire domain. All brightness of the scorching weather was rapidly sucked into the monumental pupil. Evidently, unleashing such accumulated force would bring about an earth-shattering calamity; a focused beam that could eradicate all!

Yet right at this time, a deep hoarse voice rang out.

"Oh, Guarba. Filthy like the hyena of the fields, rapacious like a forest snake, disgusting like flatworms of the mudflat, as stupid as a sea turtle."

"That year when you failed in your attempt to draw the powers of the ‘Stairway of the Sun’....right before you became a consecrated offering to the divine, it was the grand Coiled Serpent who rescued you from your horrifying nightmare with its omnipresent power. Only then did you managed to obtain the invincible might from the ‘Stairway of the Sun’. How dare you use that very power to deal treacherously against a priest of the Coiled Serpent, the descendant of our noble Jörmungandr?!"

(TN: Jörmungandr is an actual serpent in Norse mythology)

Listening to that voice, waves of shock fluctuated in Sheyan’s heart. He couldn’t help but glance over.

A figure now stood by the main coiled serpent statue of this bonfire plaza –

Mbenga!!

Only now, though the current Mbenga looked the same, that scarlet red scar that tainted his forehead had turned so mild, it was nearly nonexistent. The aura governing his body had been altered from head to toe.

At present, if a native villager of Port Qom was here, he definitely wouldn’t be able to recognize that this was the muddle-headed, and foolishly straightforward Mbenga!

This also signified one fact – The chieftain of the Coiled Serpent subtribe, the true inheritor of the Bayin bloodline and the seat of the majestic Gundazan, had finally been extricated from the fetters of Mbenga’s grievous spirits.

Finally, he regained sovereignty of his own body.

Evidently, this scenario had exceeded Guarba’s expectations!

As the brains behind his party, Sheyan was the clearest on this logic – no matter how meticulous and deliberate one’s plan was, there would often be oversight or deviations along the process! It was impossible to defy fate.

Obviously, the unexpected accelerated awakening of Gundazan, was completely out of Guarba’s expectations; a hundred percent oversight on his part.

Guarba didn’t reply. In actual fact, he didn’t even pay attention to Gundazan’s words. When he first caught glimpse of him standing by the Coiled Serpent statue, an immense crisis already welled up in his heart.

This crisis was so potent, he felt as though it would determine his life and death!!!