Chapter 1078: Fate Stone Tablets
Only a hundred years remain before the Demon Archfiend breaks free from his seal. That fractured space-time will turn against us and devour the Blazeforge Realm. Who could possibly withstand the might of the Blazeforge Archfiend then?
Even if they conquer the Blazeforge Realm now, what's the point?
In a hundred years, when the Demon Archfiend descends, everything here will be destroyed. Human or orc, it makes no difference to the Demon Archfiend.
Every creature except the demons will become targets for the Demon Archfiend's annihilation...
After a long silence, Morgan's eyes flickered as he quietly strode toward the Beast God Statue.
“This Beast God Statue can grant blessings. That old orc probably never imagined humans would one day enter the Blazeforge Realm. I guess whoever comes here gets a blessing, regardless of who they are.
Let me give it a try. Maybe it'll let me ascend straight to the Heavenly Rank..."
Morgan cautiously touched the massive foot of the Beast God Statue, but nothing happened. He hesitated, then stepped back and reached for the giant stone sword, but again, there was no reaction.
Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, Morgan pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the giant sword. Instantly, the entire statue erupted with a blinding radiance, its aura exploding with majesty and pure energy that slammed into Morgan.
Morgan's face went deathly pale in an instant. Terrified, he retreated at lightning speed, conjuring a magic shield, an elemental shield, a rune shield, and even activating a defensive magic artifact—all in a desperate attempt to fend off the sudden force surging ahead.
But in the blink of an eye, the shield supported by the magic artifact was shredded, and even the artifact itself seemed to weather and decay as if enduring millennia in a heartbeat, crumbling into a pile of ash that scattered to the ground...
That majestic aura charged forward like a rampaging bull, smashing through Morgan's shields one after another. His triple-layered defense was as fragile as soap bubbles—popped with effortless ease.
With a thunderous crash, it was as if a giant had smacked Morgan with an open palm. His body became a blurred afterimage, flung violently backward. While still airborne, the sound of bones snapping echoed—a chilling, sweat-inducing chorus of fractures...
Morgan was hurled a hundred or two meters before finally crashing to the ground, tumbling dozens more meters across the earth. His robe was shredded, his body drenched in blood, bones broken in countless places. Blood gushed from his mouth in relentless streams.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. Cold sweat broke out as they stared in terror at the Beast God Statue.
Just the aura radiating from it had severely wounded Morgan. Had his magic artifact not absorbed some of the impact, Morgan would likely be dead already...
For several seconds, everyone stood frozen, as if they'd seen a Deathlord. Instinctively, they all stepped back, each one eager to put more distance between themselves and the Beast God Statue.
Morgan's miserable screams snapped Arno out of his shock. He rushed over to check Morgan's injuries, pouring three vials of life potion down his throat, then another specifically for mending bones. Only then did Morgan's screams finally subside...
It took a full half hour before Morgan's dozen fractured bones barely knit themselves back together. He could walk on his own, but any intense fighting was out of the question. He'd need to take potions for three days straight before he'd be fully healed.