Everyone Tames Beasts, So Why Are You Taming Goddesses? - Chapter 42

Kong Huanyuan’s gaze snapped to the ground.

The thousands of beasts behind Su Yu didn’t hesitate for even a moment. In eerie, human-like voices, they cried out toward Su Yu: “Yes, all glory to my king!”

Thump!

The thousands of beasts shattered their own magic circuits and crushed their own hearts!

Blood. Endless, boundless blood.

It dyed the ground red, saturating the pitch-black domain of the Witch’s Night.

Su Yu walked to Alia’s side, gently placing his hand atop her head. With a swift tug, he plucked the singular hair sticking up on her head.

Boom!

Suddenly, all the spilled blood surged upward, endlessly upward, forming a blood moon that illuminated even the darkness of the Witch’s Night.

The beasts’ white bones piled into a skeletal framework, their flesh and blood forming an impenetrable wall!

“Caw! Caw!”

Crows, bats, hawks—every dark creature imaginable began to manifest, merging into the blood, becoming part of the blood-forged temple.

Alia, now fully unsealed, held nothing back, recreating the full might of the God-Tier.

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SSS-Rank: Immortal Temple!

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The blood temple rang out with resounding echoes. Blood knights trampled the earth, blood eagles soared through the skies!

Alia floated in the air, a commanding presence that faced Kong Huanyuan from afar.

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“The heavens shall shatter into the abyss; the earth shall unite with the underworld!”

“The earth will bind the seas to the heavens!”

“Awaken, spirits slumbering in the underworld, and heed the progenitor’s hymn! Shatter the Witch’s Night!”

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The fully sung hymn of the Immortal Temple sent cracks running through the infinite expanse of the Witch’s Night. Countless blood servants, undeterred by death, surged toward Kong Huanyuan!

Kong Huanyuan relied on the advantage of her home turf. The snowy mountain, imbued with the Void Clan’s magic, supplied her with endless energy, and she believed this would be the key to defeating Alia.

But at this moment,

The sacrificial blood of every beast on the snowy mountain had propelled Alia’s metamorphosis. Now, her ability to wield the God-Tier’s power was on par with Kong Huanyuan’s control over the mountain’s magic!

It was unthinkable.

Even more terrifying—

The Immortal Temple had rooted itself within the domain, directly competing with Kong Huanyuan for control over the mountain’s magic!

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Countless blades, born from the fantasies of Witch’s Night, crashed toward Alia. Yet, Alia wielded an endless array of blood-forged weapons to retaliate.

Neither woman held back in their assault. The sky, the earth, the mountains—all were torn asunder by their ferocious attacks. The ground fractured, mountaintops were leveled, and the domain’s sky shattered like broken glass, piece by piece.

The endless fantasy weapons could not penetrate the equally endless army of blood.

Even Su Yu found himself overwhelmed by the spectacle.

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Alia had once warned Su Yu not to touch the single hair sticking up on her head. It was a limiter. Removing it would awaken her God-Tier instincts to hunt and consume blood.

And, of course, it would unleash her full power.

But this godlike clash had already surpassed Su Yu’s wildest expectations.

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This was the might of a God-Tier Sequence.

A power entirely distinct from other sequences. No wonder every faction sought to claim a God-Tier Sequence of their own.

And this was only their lower-tier capabilities—what would happen if they reached the Sacred Domain level?

Su Yu couldn’t even fathom it.

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Yet even now, Alia was unable to decisively defeat Kong Huanyuan.

With the snowy mountain’s magic, Kong Huanyuan’s power remained inexhaustible.

She could summon countless weapons, blades, and spears from the animated figures on her dark canvas—thousands of them, each imbued with unimaginable power.

But likewise, Kong Huanyuan could not overcome Alia.

The blood from the thousands of beasts was enough to sustain Alia’s battle until dawn.

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A breakthrough was needed.

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Within the Immortal Temple, Su Yu watched the battle between the God-Tiers with cold focus.

If there was a decisive force, it would rely on him.

If he could inject his blood into Kong Huanyuan, even if a contract couldn’t be immediately forged, his Crown of Blood’s power would give Alia an overwhelming advantage.

That task fell to Su Yu.

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“Alia.”

He wasn’t sure if the unsealed Alia could still hear his voice.

Amid the life-and-death duel of blood and night, Su Yu caught a glimpse of her turning toward him—a stunningly beautiful glance over her shoulder. Her deep purple eyes, now stained with blood, still held their clarity. She smiled at him with warmth and confidence, reassuring him.

Su Yu nodded lightly. Everything was going according to plan.

Though unexpected complications had arisen, their pre-arranged strategy still held a chance of success.

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Suddenly,

Su Yu thought of a possibility.

He still had another talent.

Perhaps this seemingly useless, mediocre talent could help him here.

—

Leaping into the air, Su Yu handed something to Alia.

At first, Alia didn’t understand. But then her eyes widened, and she hesitated, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and resistance.

Eventually, she nodded slightly.

The plan was set.

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Su Yu returned to the ground. Within the Immortal Temple, Alia’s endless blood monsters continued to emerge, pushing forward against the relentless onslaught of Witch’s Night.

Kong Huanyuan frowned deeply. This stalemate couldn’t continue.

The Immortal Temple had already corrupted two-tenths of the snowy mountain’s magic.

Her rank was lower than Alia’s. If Alia gained control over half the mountain’s magic, Kong Huanyuan would stand no chance.

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As her mind raced, fragments of her past surfaced.

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“Yuan’er, your mother is a sinner of the Void Clan.”

“Yuan’er, don’t blame your father. He didn’t abandon us. Your birth was a life he traded for.”

“Yuan’er, I’ll be waiting for you in the forbidden zone.”

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Determination flickered in Kong Huanyuan’s eyes.

For her dream.

She could not fail.

She had to claim this God-Tier.

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Clasping her hands together, the animated figures on the dark canvas breached the barrier between illusion and reality. Towering giants, each wielding a reaper’s scythe, began to descend into the battlefield!

Such a summoning was beyond Kong Huanyuan’s ability to sustain.

In an instant, she consumed all the magic of the snowy mountain.

This final strike would be carried out by the giants of the night!

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Meanwhile,

Emerging from Alia’s Immortal Temple was a blood eagle, carrying Su Yu’s concealed figure.

The blood eagle was crafted by Alia herself and imbued with the Immortality trait.

It blended seamlessly with the other blood eagles, crows, and bats, weaving through Kong Huanyuan’s assaults until it was within 100 meters of her.

However, as Kong Huanyuan casually directed a night giant to strike the blood eagle, something unexpected happened.

Clang!

A sharp metallic clang resounded.

Realizing something was amiss, Kong Huanyuan’s eyes snapped to the blood eagle—it was no ordinary construct.

No!

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The blood eagle surged forward. Kong Huanyuan immediately activated her Phantom Void Mirage.

Three layers of distorted space peeled away the blood eagle’s exterior, revealing its true form.

It was Su Yu!

Momentarily stunned, Kong Huanyuan watched as Su Yu closed the distance to within 50 meters.

This was the perfect range for a seemingly insignificant, frivolous talent—one that had always seemed useless, except for indulging Alia.

At the same time, Alia pulled out the item Su Yu had handed to her.