Armor Hero: The Return of the Underworld

Chapter 315 The Decisive Battle of the Dharma Protectors

"boom!"

A deafening, earth-shattering roar, originating from the Hell-faced Asura, spread wildly in all directions.

The sound carried a devastating force, distorting the surrounding air.

The light waves generated by the explosion, like a surging tsunami, violently blasted the guardian in the air away.

The billowing smoke resembled a ferocious black dragon, churning wildly in the aftershocks of the explosion and lingering for a long time.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, the entire world shrouded in this terrifying sight, plunging into a deathly silence. After an unknown amount of time, the thick smoke finally dissipated slowly, revealing the scene at its center.

The Hell-Faced Asura knelt on one knee, one hand bracing against the ground to support his swaying body. His other hand gripped the Rakshasa Purgatory Halberd tightly, its tip planted firmly on the ground.

Looking around, the Oukes that had been densely packed and pressing down on the Hellface Shura were nowhere to be seen, as if they had been swept away by a gust of wind and disappeared completely.

Those Oukes who had tried to trap the Hell-faced Asura were either reduced to ashes or shattered into pieces in this terrifying explosion, with limbs and fragments scattered all over the ground, a truly gruesome sight.

Even the lightning whip that Hellface Asura used to restrain him had broken into several pieces, flying off in different directions and disappearing into the ruins.

The Ares Destruction Technique, like the original Xingtian Three Armors, was created by the Ares aliens after they successfully captured the armor. Not satisfied with its original abilities, they carried out a series of complex and sophisticated technological modifications, implanting the Ares Destruction Technique into the core system of the armor.

This skill was designed as an extremely lethal ultimate weapon; once triggered, it can unleash terrifying power capable of destroying everything.

The Ares Destruction Technique unleashed by the Shura Armor is superior to that of the Xingtian Three Armors.

However, this powerful skill has a fatal flaw: it is essentially a self-destructive device that leads to mutual destruction.

While it can unleash devastating power when facing enemies, inflicting heavy damage, the harm it causes to the user should not be underestimated.

Each time it is used, it is like dancing with death. The user has to endure a huge energy backlash, and both the body and mind suffer unimaginable pain.

The Shura Armor is different from the Xingtian Three Armors; as long as there is "qi," the armor's energy will not be interrupted.

However, the malevolent energy emanating from Lu Fa is now continuous. Supported by this powerful malevolent energy, Lu Fa has no need to worry about his own "qi" being insufficient. He can unleash the Ares Destruction Technique without any scruples, maximizing its power.

As the saying goes, whether it is righteous or evil, it can become the strongest energy.

The once bustling battlefield was now eerily quiet, as if time itself had frozen. The only sound was the heavy, labored breathing of the Hell-faced Asura, each breath like the lingering echo of a war drum striking in the silence, conveying both exhaustion and resilience.

"Cough cough..." A muffled cough suddenly broke the chilling silence. The guardian was seen slowly crawling out of the ruins, covered in dust and wounds, his movements slow and disheveled.

Seeing this, the Hell-Faced Asura straightened his body and slowly rose from the ground, the Rakshasa Purgatory Halberd in his hand gleaming with a chilling light. His gaze was piercing as he stared directly at the disheveled protector, letting out a cold snort, his voice low yet full of intimidation: "Hmph, you have lost." His brief words echoed across the empty battlefield like a death sentence.

Immediately afterwards, the Hell-Faced Asura thrust the Rakshasa Purgatory Halberd forward, its tip pointing directly at the protector, and shouted, "Go and find Lambda for me!"

"Ha, ha ha ha, are you ordering me around?"

Upon hearing the words of the Hell-Faced Asura, the Dharma Protector was first taken aback, then threw his head back and burst into wild laughter. The laughter was sharp and insane, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world, echoing across the empty battlefield and sounding particularly eerie.

He stared intently at the Hell-Faced Asura, his madness growing more pronounced, and he roared almost frantically, "I am the protector of the Universe King! How dare you order me around? You're not worthy!"

As he spoke, his body trembled slightly with anger, his wounds reopened, and blood flowed continuously down his torn clothes, but he was completely unaware of it, only his heart was filled with resentment and anger.

Seeing the protector's frenzied state, the Hell-Faced Asura's expression darkened, a hint of impatience flashing across his cold face. He let out a cold snort, his voice low and icy: "Hmph, it seems you won't talk unless I teach you a lesson."

After saying that, he slowly lowered his gaze and landed on the protector's only remaining arm, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes: "I don't think there's any need for your other arm either."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the protector, as if it were a countdown to death, each step carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

"Hehehe, then let's give it a try!" The protector had a ferocious smile on his face, and a fleeting but extremely ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he reached out, his movements swift and decisive, his fingers like hooks, and ripped fiercely into his own chest. Accompanied by a chilling tearing sound, he actually pulled out the surging, burning energy of his heart from his chest.

The flame in his heart pulsed violently in his hand, emitting an eerie light that reflected on his distorted face.

Without hesitation, he swung his arm and forcefully shoved the ball of heart fire into his mouth, swallowing it whole. The fire slid down his throat, emitting a fiery red glow on his neck, making him look extremely terrifying.

"what!"

Almost at the same instant, the guardian raised his head and let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with pain and madness.

In an instant, his entire body erupted with a fiery red light, so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if a miniature sun had exploded within him. At the same time, his body was visibly growing larger, his bones cracking and his muscles expanding rapidly.

In no time, the guardian had transformed into a monster several meters tall, its body as massive as a mountain, radiating waves of heat.

Even more astonishingly, new limbs were growing from the spot where his arm had been severed cleanly at the root, at an eerie speed. The new arms were thick and powerful, with strange flames dancing at the fingertips, moving wildly with his movements, like a demon from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

"This is......"

The pupils of the Hell-Faced Asura suddenly contracted as he stared at the transformed guardian before him, a strong sense of danger coursing through his body like an electric current.

He subconsciously gripped the Rakshasa Purgatory Halberd in his hand, the tip of the halberd trembling slightly, as if it too sensed the fierce battle that was about to begin.

With his gaze fixed on the guardian's massive body, which exuded an eerie aura, Hellface Asura narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into a brief stalemate, with the two sides' auras clashing fiercely and an invisible sense of oppression permeating the air.

"Hahaha! You're the one who pushed me to this point. I'm going to die, but you won't live either!"

"Lufa, prepare to die!"

Once the mutation was complete, the monster roared at Hellface Asura and then slapped at him with its claw.

Seeing the claws reaching for him, Hellface Asura took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.

As if engaged in a fierce internal struggle, the Hell-faced Asura finally made a desperate decision and slowly nodded. Although the gesture was subtle, it conveyed a sense of resolute determination.

In an instant, the aura surrounding the Hell-faced Asura suddenly changed, and its already powerful aura surged wildly once again like a raging tide.

His armor gleamed with an eerie light, each pattern seeming to come alive, shimmering with mysterious power. The surrounding air was stirred by his aura, emitting whistling sounds, as if cheering for the immense power to come.

As his momentum reached its peak, the Hell-Faced Asura slowly raised his head, gazing at the sky, and uttered a few words in a low but penetrating voice that echoed across the empty battlefield for a long time:

"Purgatory Asura, upgrade!"

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