Chaos' Heir
Chapter 1612: Severity

Chapter 1612: Severity

The lightning bolts coursing through Khan’s veins showed themselves in the shape of violent, raw energy that blew out of his mouth as if it were no different from air or saliva.

Thunder took control of the area, somehow echoing without needing air or atmosphere, filling the world with a blinding red light, clashing with the descending beams.

Nevertheless, no clash unfolded.

Instead of bumping into each other, unleashing predictable explosions, the two attacks seemed to merge, retaining their individual colors and textures. They crossed each other, seemingly ignoring one another, as if flying on two different layers of existence.

However, the effects of that unusual merging soon showed themselves.

The descending darkness was on a crash course with Khan’s location, but scarlet veins suddenly invaded its shape, expanding like sharp branches throughout its fabric.

The process was instantaneous, and the veins flashed with thundering might once they covered the descending tide, splitting it into countless pieces that forgot their previous momentum and purpose.

What had once been a mighty, world-obliterating attack transformed into countless lumps of aimless smoke that failed to fuse back into the world and tried to disperse.

Some smoke also blew out of Khan’s open mouth, albeit of far fairer shades and due to different reasons. Still, he followed another instinctive urge, inhaling despite the lack of an atmosphere.

An action that shouldn’t be possible without air unfolded. Khan breathed in, sucking all those lost lumps of smoke into his mouth, absorbing them on the spot to experience the same sense of satisfaction he had felt earlier.

The absorption was also instantaneous, and Khan wiped his mouth afterward, closing it to point his obscuring gaze at the world above again.

The fabric of space had suffered from the non-clash. Cracks littered the vast expanse between Khan and the God above, distorting the scenery. Still, that layer of reality was quite resilient and quickly fixed itself, restoring a perfect view of the area.

And a detail that Khan had spotted even through the distorted view became clear now. The scarlet attack hadn’t reached the God. The latter was completely unharmed, but a tinge of severity had invaded his emotionless face.

Of course, Khan understood the reason for that reaction, even if he had just found out about it himself.

In theory, Khan was only a body. He walked the path of the horrors now, forsaking higher forms of energy to condense everything into his bloodline.

However, Khan had just unleashed something in the same realm of spells, using energy that was neither mana nor True Chaos, but that stemmed from his very body.

Every living being produced a form of energy to a certain extent. Mana-enhanced warriors were power sources of their own element in the end.

The Great Old One had also been able to spit mana after transforming through that energy. Yet, its incredible body had remained its greatest fighting asset, with its mutation mostly going toward its perception.

Khan didn’t seem to have such flaws. His body could withstand direct attacks from a literal God and wield senses that went beyond the physical, defying their theoretical natural limitations.

On top of that, Khan also generated a type of energy eerily similar to his previous element but proper to his current state. He could literally feel the crawling of the lightning bolts inside his flesh, and merely spitting them had been enough to fend off the God’s offensive.

That checked both mana and might, but the God could also see his True Chaos at work there. Khan’s ability to devour energy so freely reminded the God of his True Chaos’ annihilating properties, which the former seemed to wield innately now.

In a way, it seemed that Khan wielded the best of three worlds, and, to make things worse, he was currently at his weakest. He lacked knowledge of his new state, and his ascension had involved a profound and exhausting transformation.

In short, Khan had to fill his belly so that he could achieve his peak battle prowess, which wasn’t exactly a problem inside a universe that embodied the True Chaos’ God.

And for the first time since the God had stepped into his superior state, he felt threatened.

“[You forsook your potential to strive for higher forms of being],” The God conveyed through his mental messages. “[You traded endless ascensions for immediate power].”

As always, the God’s messages carried complete meaning that would usually require far more words and time to convey. Also, as always, he was right.

Khan’s evolution had stopped. He had reached the highest state he would ever attain in his life. He could still grow stronger, but his current power had no room for revolutionary transformations anymore. His instincts told him as much.

Yet, Khan felt no regret. Honestly, he didn’t even think about the matter. Things like achieving higher states of existence had never really crossed his mind.

Khan liked power, and his life had forced him to pursue it, but he had never felt any attachment to any specific iteration of that.

If anything, Khan felt more joy in seeing the God opting for words, or mental messages, rather than more attacks. That alone vouched for his successful ascension.

“I’m not that disappointing anymore, am I?” Khan asked, his mind releasing a more violent version of the God’s mental messages that served the same purpose.

“[You are],” The God responded. “[Your foundation remains useless to my next step. My True Chaos is far beyond your limited form].”

“Improving should be the last of your problems,” Khan responded. “You should focus on surviving now.”

Something in Khan’s words or mood activated another ability of his bloodline. The lightning bolts running through his veins grew louder, almost filling his brain with thunderous roars, which released devastating effects on his surroundings.

Cracks spread around Khan again, but the fabric of space remained intact. Instead, dark smoke leaked from those tattered pieces, as if losing the energy they contained.

Obviously, that energy instantly flowed toward Khan, devoured by his bottomless hunger. It seemed his mere presence had grown too much for the world to endure, and a red light flashed among his obscuring vision as he shot upward, more of the world breaking during his charge.

"This translation was made by our team, to read more translated novels please visite www.readernovel.net"