My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 1301: Chapter 1301: Who Says I Stopped

Words were spoken, and anger was felt. Even the lesser gods, who were just minding their business and trying to survive, caught a few strays from Damon. Suddenly, any type of conflict felt meaningless before the conflict of personal interest, and that was to rip that no-good demon wretch to pieces.

Ashergon felt his scales tingle when he saw the battlefield beginning to move towards them. They were still fighting each other, but they also began moving towards Damon. As they did, Damon saw the true horror of the Pillar when the red energy began to spread outward.

His hands gripped his sword, then he waved his hand, forming a wall of shadows and pushing it in the direction of the encroaching red energy.

The shadows passed through without resistance. After all, it wasn’t exactly energy. It was something, but Damon couldn’t define it or even give it an identity. Perhaps it was simply conflict.

"We need to retreat. If that touches us, the plan is ruined," Matia spoke beside him. She held a spear made of ice and prepared to throw it, but Damon shook his head.

"Retreat into my shadow for now."

She nodded and sank into his shadow. Damon glanced at Ashergon and the destructive storm of the battlefield coming towards them.

"You truly are a spiteful little wretch," the dragon mocked.

Damon equipped his helm, and his armor covered his body in its Sovereign Mantle form.

He mounted the dragon, and then Ashergon soared into the sky.

"What are you all waiting for? Flee, fools!"

The members of his army looked at one another before turning around to flee for their lives. In this battle, they were mostly useless. Anyone who wasn’t Seventh Class had no business being here.

It was better that they ran.

Damon looked at the red energy from the sky. It seemed that once infected with a desire for conflict, you would spread war wherever you went.

He was high in the sky on the back of the dragon, overlooking it all.

It was ironic that the power of the Pillar of Conflict was invisible to most. War was often like that. No one saw war. They only spoke of it and lamented its disastrous consequences, promising never to repeat it again, only to fall for the same folly.

If it was something that earned them wealth, they would push forward to another battlefield.

He clenched his hand as he looked at those left behind. They were the most powerful beings here.

War made them stronger.

Conflict really was a great drive for growth and change.

Damon’s world had changed forever.

Down below, with no one to get in her way, Leona ran towards the center. The rune on her head was dimming.

As she raced forward, she couldn’t help but hear a self-deprecating part of her reminding her of how useless she was. Leona didn’t really do much of anything. She was gone for most of it. She didn’t help anyone. She didn’t save anyone. She was just there.

"Why didn’t I do more?"

There were many things she could have done, many things she could have seen that she hadn’t, and she hated that she hadn’t seen them.

’I hate myself for letting my friends suffer.’

This single thought filled her mind, and when she looked in front of her, she saw her own sword pointing at her chest.

She twisted her body with all her might as her own hands pushed her blade towards her heart. Her armor was torn like cloth, and sharp pain filled her body as blood gushed out. She felt the pain when her own sword nicked her ribs.

Leona decisively tossed aside her sword, something no warrior would choose to do on a battlefield.

Everyone, every living person, was part of a struggle. Life itself taught us conflict. To face the Pillar was to face that which taught us to live.

Leona hated herself at that moment for being useless. She reached her hand to her throat to punish herself for what she had done. She could feel her own hand tightening around her throat. That was when she realized.

She had reached her limit. Leona could go no further.

Leona crushed the displacement stone.

As soon as she did, Matia teleported to where she had been and looked in front of her. She could only hear Leona’s voice.

"Sorry I failed."

When Matia looked ahead, she realized she wasn’t needed because Leona had, in fact, made it to the center.

But where was the Pillar?

A red beam was shooting into the sky continuously, and she could feel a coldness in the air. When she looked in front of the beam, she saw Damon, but it wasn’t Damon. It was actually Ashcroft. His hand was on the severed head of a little golden-haired boy.

"Ashcroft, where is the Pillar?"

The Demon Lord of Domination smiled, then he laughed and cried, but he smiled. His face was a mixture of so many expressions, and his body carried many wounds. The Shadow Clone that made up his form was Damon’s. That was why he looked like him.

"The Pillar is right here, but it’s mine. I alone have the right to its power. I will use it to end all wars once and for all."

She could see the redness that covered his body. Everything was consumed by the Pillar.

"How do you intend to do that?"

Ashcroft smiled coldly, then covered his face with his hand.

"By waging war against the gods. That is what I will do. That is my final plan."

She looked at him, then took a step forward, her emotions subdued by coldness.

"You are being affected by the Pillar."

Ashcroft calmly looked at her.

"I know. I expected as much, but that doesn’t matter. You see, the Unknown prepared for this."

"Then you are still working with the Unknown?"

Ashcroft lifted his head.

"Who says I stopped?"

Matia took a step back.