Summoners War: Only I Summoned Divine Beasts

Chapter 1595: The True Chosen One

The people became even more desperate. They hurried to seal the gap with their own numbers.

Many people even jumped off the walls to drag aliens down with them. Those people didn’t have ena in their bodies, so the fall also killed them.

But even after sacrificing their lives, it couldn’t stop the inevitable fall.

Selena and Noelle felt terrible. Iris squinted, remembering the time when her home was razed to the ground by the aliens.

At that time, her family’s power had been severely weakened, causing them to be unable to stop the aliens.

The fall of this fortress meant the death of all the people here. There was no escape route.

The children were trembling in fear, yet despite knowing they couldn’t move their bodies, they were trying to grab anything they could to fight back.

The people from the Asura Palace were indeed born warriors.

Nathan didn’t look away even for a second. The best way to respond to their bravery and desperation was to see their fight through.

However, Anubis and Xolotl seemed to have noticed something.

"Summoner." Anubis pointed at the leader. "Look at that man. Even after calculating the trace of the dead... his death seems to be erased from this place."

"What does that mean? You mean he perished here? Like including his soul?"

"No." Anubis shook his head. "I mean that this guy didn’t die here."

"!!!" Nathan widened his eyes in shock.

The man fought countless aliens. His people also fought bravely, but they started to fall one by one.

The leader never spared a glance at them, not because he was heartless, but because he wanted them to believe in him. He wanted to cut down one more alien so that all these aliens could die before they could kill all his people.

The battle lasted for a very long time, to the point where Nathan had to speed up the entire process.

What happened next shocked him to the core? After fighting for two days and two nights, the leader emerged victorious.

"This..." Nathan gasped.

The man stood on top of the pile of corpses while looking down at the world with rage and sadness.

On the one hand, he wanted to kill all these already dead aliens. On the other hand, he knew there were no survivors.

Even though he won, he survived alone. The loneliness, the guilt, and the sadness this person felt were enormous.

His killing intent soared to the sky. At that time, more than thirty thousand aliens died in this fortress.

"This is... the making of the God of War... No, is it the God of Victory? Maybe the God of Killing..." Xolotl examined it closely. "I don’t know. His power is too complex."

"What are you talking about?" Nathan tilted his head in confusion.

"This man might really be the Asura you are looking for." Xolotl pointed at him. "His ena should have run out at a certain point, but he substituted that ena with his emotion. All that rage is turning into a killing intent that is used to sharpen his blade and strengthen his body."

"What? That kind of power... sounded like the power of the rules..." Nathan gasped.

"Yes." Xolotl’s expression turned solemn. "I am starting to doubt. Mikhail Havengard, whom you once said to be the hero, might not be the chosen one that the aliens were waiting for. This guy was.

"Unfortunately, he probably died before he could grow to his full potential. If he is still alive today, I don’t know who will be stronger, you or him."

Nathan gulped. He understood how absurd he was, so he could understand that the Asura was a person beyond logic.

"I see." Nathan closed his eyes for a moment.

The Asura was once known as the great conqueror. He killed so many people that people gave him that nickname.

But looking at this scenario, he realized the Asura was never a monster. He cared for his people.

When they were in danger, he would become a demon from hell, cutting down all the enemies that threatened them.

Such a warrior deserved respect.

Xolotl first lowered his head as if he were showing his respect before letting out a roar as a recognition from a true god.

Suddenly, Nyx appeared next to them while saying, "A mighty warrior indeed. If he were to live in our era, he would have become a true god at the very least."

"Yes." Xolotl nodded with a solemn expression. "However, the dead are dead. I’m planning to use the residual power from him to teach important lessons to these two girls. You surely don’t mind, right?"

Nyx asked with a gentle smile. "Do you want my help?"

"Thank you for your offer, but no." Xolotl turned to Selena and Noelle. "This power will be beneficial to you. I’ll be using the residual power to refine yours. For you, vampire girl... you need to understand that the blood he spilled here is the foundation of everything that is still alive today.

"Hence, I’m planning to partially refine your blood since it’s related to your power. Just like what happened to the golem girl, I’m planning to create a pseudo divine body for you."

Selena was dumbfounded. "Can I really do it?"

"Yes. Just trust me. It won’t really affect your progress in any way."

"I understand." Even though it was morally questionable, Selena wouldn’t reject such an opportunity. She had to pick up the fight.

Xolotl then turned to Noelle. "The same is for you. However, it’s not about the blood or his technique. Instead, it’s his killing intent and emotion. I plan to refine that power so that you can establish your rule."

Noelle nodded. "Understood."

Xolotl looked at Iris. Unfortunately, there was nothing here beneficial to Iris. "Sorry."

"No, it’s fine. This opportunity belongs to those who are fated with it. Besides, won’t it be the same if Sister Sera and the others are here?"

"Indeed. Only these two are suitable to receive this residual power," confirmed Xolotl. "Anubis. You should be able to handle the rest, right?"

"Yes."

"In that case, you two, follow me. As for the rest, you can continue to browse the illusion."