The Evolution Of A Goblin To The Peak

Chapter 1094: [Divine Retribution]



"That white hair... Is that Souta?"

Franklin, Vashno, and Allan stood at a distance, watching the battle. They had also been caught in the white smoke when it expanded.

Ohm!

Souta stood at a towering height of two and a half meters. His long white hair fluttered in the wind, and the spider limbs on his back had vanished. Two pairs of black horns curved from the sides of his head, and his skin had grown pale. He wore a short robe made entirely of blood, yet his attire also bore white scales woven into its design. A long, black, razor-sharp tail swayed behind him like a serpent. The aura radiating from his body was dark-completely at odds with his luminous appearance.

[Blood Armor: Divine Retribution]!

This form was entirely different from his previous armor, which had resembled full plate armor with intricate designs. Yet, the fundamental principle remained the same-this was still an armor. His true body lay beneath this new skin.

He had already filled his vacant slot with the blood of Lady Echidna.

Power surged through Souta's body. Every ounce of energy he had absorbed from Lady Echidna's blood had been used to create this form.

His red eyes locked onto Feron. Souta opened his other palm, gathering blood that swiftly took the shape of a sword, activating [Dual Wielder]. One blade, the vajra sword, gleamed with light, crackling with blood lightning. The other sword, cloaked in darkness, pulsed with the same ominous energy.

Feron steadied himself. He watched as Souta took a single step-then vanished from sight. "Damn!"

A sudden fluctuation rippled beside him. Before he could react, Souta was already there. Feron barely had time to register the attack before a sword strike sent him hurtling through the air. In an instant, his body was flung several kilometers away, crashing through multiple towers.

Boom!!

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Feron struggled to comprehend what had just happened. This Blood Lightning Monster-Souta-was stronger than anyone he had ever faced.

It should be impossible.

No... This can't be...

Gritting his teeth, Feron pushed himself to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes locked onto Souta, burning with fury.

Souta strode toward Feron, his lips slightly parted. "Come... Just like I said before, I will slay a Seventh Shackle Realm today."

"You...!! Don't underestimate me!!" Feron roared, the red markings on his body glowing intensely. His muscles swelled, and his energy surged with overwhelming ferocity.

"I will tear you apart!!" Feron bent his knees and launched himself forward like a raging beast.

"Too bad you can't do that," Souta said calmly as he swung his sword.

Boom!!

The other people trapped in the dreamscape trembled under the sheer pressure of the battle. Powerless, they could only watch-fear gripping their hearts.

If even a single stray attack flew in their direction, they would be annihilated. Trapped in this place, they had no means to defend themselves. The overwhelming pressure bore down on them, suppressing them to their absolute limit. All they could do was pray that no attack would stray their way.

The five leaders, however, were far more terrified.

They hadn't expected the monster before them to be the legendary Blood Lightning Monster.

And they knew-once this battle ended, they would be next.

Their only hope now was that Feron could somehow defeat him.

Boom!!

Souta and Feron moved at blinding speed, exchanging thousands of blows in mere seconds. Feron's heavy punch crashed into Souta's stomach, sending him hurtling hundreds of meters away. Souta twisted in midair, stabilizing himself before immediately launching a devastating energy blade.

Feron barely spared it a glance before punching straight through the attack. Then, his gaze flicked upward-to the dark clouds churning above.

Hundreds of arcs of blood-colored lightning rained down at once.

His eyes shifted to the ground. The once-solid sands had transformed into a vast, crimson

ocean.

This was his opponent's dreamscape-a realm where everything bent to Souta's will.

The sky, the ground, even the very sun itself—all of it existed to aid the Blood Lightning Monster in battle.

Whoosh!!

Feron weaved through the descending lightning arcs, closing in on the white figure.

"In my current stage, I am the master of darkness and light," Souta muttered, lifting both of his swords.

Darkness and light erupted from the blades, intertwining with the blood-colored lightning, crackling with destructive power.

Souta took a step forward-then swung both swords downward.

Whoosh!!

A massive surge of darkness, light, and blood lightning exploded outward, obliterating everything in its path.

Feron instinctively tried to evade, but the force of the attack dragged him in-like an inescapable gravitational pull.

The towering structures disintegrated in an instant. Those unfortunate enough to be caught in the devastation perished without even a moment of pain.

It was pure destruction.

Fortunately, this was only a dreamscape.

As the chaos settled, the attacks finally dissipated, revealing a massive gully stretching dozens of kilometers, still crackling with violent energy.

[Divine Retribution] was different from his other armors. While his previous armors specialized in enhancing specific stats, this one not only boosted his physical attributes but also elevated his control over both darkness and light to an even greater level.

Souta hovered in the air, his gaze sharpening as he noticed something-

The destroyed towers were regenerating.

That meant Feron was still alive, even after taking that devastating hit.

Souta scanned the battlefield before descending. Every wound on his body had already vanished-without a single scar left behind.

Lying in a pool of his own blood, Feron stirred.

A chilling sensation crawled up his spine as he turned his head-his eyes locking onto Souta's

approaching figure.

Once again, he witnessed the impossible-Souta's wounds had healed in mere seconds.

"Damn... Just like they say... you're really like an immortal." Feron coughed up a large amount of blood, his breath ragged. "It doesn't matter if I rip out your heart or sever your head... you

just won't die."

Despite his battered state, he still had a massive reserve of energy-drawn from the regenerating towers. But no matter how much power he had left, his wounds refused to heal.

Gritting his teeth, Feron forced himself to stand. A deep sense of danger clawed at his instincts. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze locked onto Souta. The red marks across his body flared violently, his veins bulging as his energy surged once

more.

"Argh!! I'm not done!!" Feron roared, his body wracked with excruciating pain.

Whoosh!!

Souta remained calm. He could feel Feron's power recovering-drawn from the surrounding

towers.

But he wasn't bothered in the slightest.

He lunged forward, his sword flashing as it sliced toward Feron's neck.

Feron sidestepped, but not fast enough-the blade grazed his cheek, drawing blood. Gritting

his teeth, he retaliated, his fist rocketing forward like a cannon.

Souta swiftly raised his other arm to block. The sheer force of the impact sent him skidding

several meters back.

Feron didn't hesitate-he pounced.

But the moment he threw his fists forward, Souta caught them both.

Then Feron noticed something.

His eyes flicked upward-Souta's sword was wrapped in webs.

The blade blurred, accelerating toward him at terrifying speed.

He tried to retreat, but Souta's grip held him in place.

Whoosh!!

At the last second, Feron twisted his body with sheer force-but not fast enough.

The sword tore through his left hand.

Blood sprayed into the air, but Feron gritted his teeth, enduring the pain. He drove his knee

into Souta's torso, forcing himself free from the restraint.

Ohm!!

A powerful wave of energy erupted, and the entire dreamscape lost its color. Everything faded to black and white as Souta's fingers tightened around the vajra sword.

Feron's eyes widened as an overwhelming sense of danger crashed over him.

"In this state, I can absorb the force of every attack I endure-then use it to amplify my own

strikes."

Souta's voice was calm, yet edged with power. "As long as I don't die, every hit only makes my attacks stronger. It's the perfect trait for me... especially with my regeneration."

As those words left his lips, he drove the vajra sword forward.

The immense concentration of darkness, light, and blood lightning at the sword's tip

exploded outward.

Ohm!!

A blinding flash of black, white, and crimson lightning tore through the air, surging in a

straight line.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!

A chain of massive explosions followed, their force ripping apart the battlefield. Mushroom

clouds of devastation rose into the air.

The sheer impact blasted away everyone watching, including the five leaders.

The weaker ones? They were obliterated on the spot.

Souta hovered in the air, watching the explosions fade.

With a simple wave of his hand, the lingering smoke vanished into nothingness.

He descended, his gaze locking onto Feron's bloodied, broken figure.

A smile curled on his lips. "Amazing... You're still alive after all that." Souta's voice was calm, almost amused.

"Unfortunately, this is the end."

He raised his sword.

Feron couldn't even speak.

His breath was ragged, his body shattered.

He stared into Souta's eyes.

Yes-he had reached the Seventh Shackle Realm.

But in the end, what did it matter?

The only thing waiting for him now... was death.

Feron's life flashed before his eyes.

As a child, he had dreamed of becoming a Hero.

But in the end, he had forsaken that path, forging a contract with a fearsome Monster Lord in

pursuit of power.

It had brought him here-to his final moment.

"Die."

Souta's voice was devoid of emotion as he swung his sword down, severing Feron's fate.

The man who had once strived for Hero-rank had achieved it...

Only to perish on the same day.

A chime echoed in Souta's mind.

The quest was complete.

He lifted his gaze as the dreamscape began to dissolve, reality seeping back in, turning the

world back to normal.

Souta turned his head, scanning the battlefield.

The two who had attacked him at the start were gone.

It seemed they had fled after witnessing him battle a Seventh Shackle Realm.

With a casual wave of his hand, he shaped a throne from blood and sat down, his gaze shifting

toward the five leaders.

The moment his eyes landed on them, they shuddered.

They had just witnessed him slay a Seventh Shackle Realm.

Fighting back? It wasn't an option.

They knew exactly what would happen if they tried.

"Hmm... Give me everything you took from the Serene Palace." Souta's voice was calm, yet

edged with menace. "I might change my mind."

His figure radiated overwhelming pressure, the power of his Blood Armor still surging around

him.

"P-Please, spare my life..." The old man trembled as he presented everything he had taken from the palace.

The other four, desperate to survive, quickly followed suit, offering up their stolen treasures.

Souta rubbed his chin, eyes flickering with amusement. Blood tendrils coiled around the

items, lifting them from the ground.

Then, he glanced back at them and slowly spoke.

"Sorry... my mind didn't change."

The five leaders' eyes widened in horror.

In an instant, their energy exploded like a volcano as they tried to flee. Wings unfurled, bodies

launched skyward-

But they were too slow.

Before they could escape, Souta's blade cut through the air.

Reality warped.

And just like that—they were dragged into his dreamscape once again.

A few minutes later, Souta emerged as the dream fog slowly dissipated.

"Ah... I'm a little tired."

He stretched his arms, surveying the battlefield. It had taken more effort than expected-he

hadn't anticipated encountering a Seventh Shackle Realm here.

Inside his mind, Saya's voice echoed.

"With your current strength, you can even challenge those strong Seventh Shackle Realm

warriors-those nearing the Eighth Shackle."

Souta chuckled. "Yeah." He knew he could give them a tough fight. "Grain Leader!"

A familiar voice called out from behind.

Without turning, Souta already knew who it was. "There's nothing left here." His tone was final. "Let's go back."