The Violet Empress and Monarch's avatars.
With Monarch's help, three avatars were present.
Thankfully, none of the clones had reached the level of the Infinite. However, the fact that they had reached the level of Nirvana was a big problem for the Terminator and the others.
The Terminator himself was a Nirvana Paragon, but he was only a beginner. The Wine Master and Clockmaker were both Reflections of Heaven and Earth.
The other Paragons, however, were all in the Realm of Protogenia.
Seven Paragons fought with all their might to keep the situation under control.
The surrounding valleys had been ravaged. From a bird's eye view, it looked like an enormous sinkhole.
Deep, angry roars filled the air. A ten-thousand-meter tall giant stood in the center of the pit. His skin was dark, and his body glowed with a metallic luster.
Every time he swung his fists, the force of his blows was terrifying. Any alien that got too close was sent flying.
Their attacks left marks on his body, but they were nothing more than scratches. They couldn't penetrate his defenses.
This was the Terminator's dharmic image. With him at the forefront, they were able to hold their ground.
The Terminator and the other six Paragons stealthily approached the progenitor. They waited for their chance to strike.
When the battle in outer space began, their chances weren't good.
There were still a large number of aliens gathered around the progenitor.
They had already seen the three Paragons.
When the battle in outer space ended, the Terminator couldn't wait any longer.
Their mission consisted of two planets, and their team consisted of seven Paragons. They couldn't afford to waste time like this!
So he devised a plan. He would use his body to hold off the three Paragons while the others attacked the progenitor.
However, the progenitor was also a Nirvana Paragon. The plan was successful at first.
The Terminator relied on his incomparably tough body to hold off the avatars of Monarch, Empress, and Monarch Consort.
The other Paragons attacked with all their might, but they couldn't kill the progenitor. All they managed to do was injure it.
The Marauders led by the three doppelgangers had managed to catch their breath and were now trapped here.
A Paragon's protogenia was incredibly resilient, and so was his endurance.
Although this place had once been human territory, it had now become a world of the aliens. With the Progenitor providing them with the support of its fungal carpet, the aliens were able to recover quickly, and the three avatars were even stronger than they had been before.
In the beginning, the Seven Sovereigns still had a chance to break out of the encirclement. However, they had not yet achieved their goal. How could they be willing to leave just like that?
As time went on, the odds were stacked against them. Their losses continued to mount, and the number of aliens around them increased. The sky was so thick they couldn't even see the clouds.
In the end, it was the Wine Master who sent out the distress signal.
This was no longer a matter of face. If the seven of them perished here, it would be a huge blow to the human allied forces.
There was a flash of silver light, and a thousand doors of light sprang up in all directions. The aliens that charged through the doors reappeared far off in the distance.
There was a deafening explosion, and a mushroom cloud rose in the sky. The resulting explosion made it look like a miniature sun had appeared in the area, and a horde of aliens fell from the sky.
The battle continued for several hours, and the Paragons had killed a significant number of aliens.
However, their vital crystals were absorbed by the fungal carpet and returned to the progenitor.
In other words, the aliens hadn't suffered any direct losses.
The Paragons took turns to rest, but the battle was beginning to wear on them.
Dark red flames rose, forcing back a group of approaching marauders. Satan's face was solemn.
Suddenly, he took a step forward and broke through the encirclement to hover in the air.
"Satan, what are you doing?
Get back here! "The Keeper's voice boomed.
Satan turned his head to look at the Keeper, and smiled. "Prepare to break through!"
As he spoke, he lifted both hands in front of him. Crimson flames erupted from his body, repelling a large swathe of the beasts.
A black light appeared on his palms.
It was a longsword. This longsword looked very strange. Its entire body was slender, and even its handguard was slender. On both sides of the handguard, there was a black crystal ball-like object. The same was true for the hilt and the tail of the sword.
The three black orbs flickered with a strange light.
The blade was as black as ink, and didn't reflect any light.
When this black rapier appeared above Satan's palms, all the surrounding light seemed to be absorbed and swallowed by it.
"This is …" The Pontiff looked on in surprise, his eyes flashing.
Satan looked arrogantly at the marauders and began to mutter a low chant.
In the next moment, a pair of huge wings unfurled from his back, and two dark red horns slowly emerged from his forehead. His aura was also increasing at an alarming rate.
His transformation drew the attention of the three avatars.
They were about to charge him, but the Terminator blocked their path.
Although the Terminator's body was riddled with wounds, the Wine Master and Clockmaker were able to keep the avatars at bay.
However, it was only a matter of time.
Satan turned to the Keeper. "Keeper, when I'm gone, give this sword to my daughter. Be careful of that hypocrite, and don't let him touch it."
After saying this, Satan suddenly laughed loudly. A layer of dark red flames suddenly rose from his body, transforming into a huge flame that soared into the sky.
Satan's aura began to multiply. He lifted the rapier with both hands, turned it around, and plunged the blade into his chest, right where his heart should be.
As the rapier pierced his heart, the aliens around him, all within five hundred meters of him, froze in place. Then their bodies were torn to shreds.
With Satan's body as the center, a huge black whirlpool suddenly appeared, and waves of manic Demon Qi surged crazily.
The Pontiff's face fell. He and Satan had been adversaries for many years, and knew each other well. He was the only one who could see what Satan was up to.
"He … he undid the Demon King's seal?" The Pontiff gasped.
"The Demon King's seal?
What's that? "The Keeper asked.
Satan's aura was far stronger than usual, and it continued to grow.
Moreover, it was still rising at an astonishing speed. Around his body, all the laws seemed to have solidified, as if something terrifying was about to drill its way out.
"The bloodline of Satan contains a kind of power. This power comes from the Demon King. The Demon King will make their bloodline stronger, but at the same time, it will constantly affect their temperament and devour their souls."
That's why the Satans' blood doesn't come to a good end. When their cultivation reaches a certain level, their souls fall under the control of the Demon King, and they become his puppets.
Only by becoming a Paragon would he be able to resist the corrosion of the demon king's soul. Only then would he become the demon king of this world.
Satan is the best I know of the Demon King's inheritors. He's sealed away the Demon King's power.
And now, he pierced his own heart and released the purest magic power in his bloodline. By doing this, he could truly draw out the power of the Demon King, but at the same time, his body would collapse due to drawing out a portion of this power.
According to the legends, the King of Demons was an existence that surpassed the Infinite level of magic power.
Even if it's only a projection, it's terrifying. "
The Keeper didn't quite understand what the Pontiff was talking about, but he understood a little. Satan was willing to sacrifice his own life to fight the aliens.
The Arcane Magnate had never had a good impression of Satan or the Demon King. But now, seeing him take such a bold step, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.
Paragons lived long lives, but the longer they lived, the more they valued their lives.
The Keeper was no different.
To be willing to sacrifice one's own life, this was a valiant act!
At this time, Satan's eyes had completely turned blood-red. His body continued to grow, and his back was straight. His entire person carried a terrifying aura.
"I am the Demon King, a hero of my generation. You think you puny aliens can stop me?
Hahahahahaha! "
A maniacal cackle escaped his lips, and he pulled the rapier from his chest. The rapier grew with his body.
A powerful black energy swirled around him, enveloping him. A crimson cloak appeared, and his face contorted into a ferocious expression. His entire body was a deep crimson, and his eyes shone with a frightening light.
The wings on his back flapped, and in the next moment he was at the Terminator's side.
The Terminator felt a scorching heat sweep past him, and then a thousand meters around him collapsed in on itself. It was a sea of crimson, and the outside world was cut off.
Even though he was a Nirvana adept, the Terminator could feel the terror of this power. Even with the strength of his body, he couldn't withstand it.
Satan's face was as cold as ice. "Terminator, I have a request." His voice was as cold as ice.
The Terminator had been in the middle of the battle, but how could he not know what was happening?