Chapter 486: Chapter 429: The Bound One, Unsure if It Can Be Broken! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
Flower thief! Flower thief! Flower thief!
Faint voices echoed, reverberating around Indra’s ears, lingering for a long time.
"!!!"
"Heavenly Emperor, Ferryman, flower thief?"
Indra’s gaze sharpened as he looked towards the figure shrouded in white light and murmured to himself.
Without a doubt!
Within this calamity to date, he had been the Heavenly Emperor for the longest time—it was impossible for there to be another Heavenly Emperor he didn’t recognize.
As for the other titles, he didn’t recognize a single one!
Therefore, there was only one possibility!
This fellow was a Liberator, not a being from this calamity!
However...
"Weren’t those Liberators supposed to awaken only in the era of strife? Yet, one has appeared now!"
"Could it be that he used some kind of method?"
Indra sneered in his heart.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the throne on the high platform. Golden rays like sharp swords shot out instantly, intending to pierce through the white light to see the figure within.
Whoosh!
Streams of golden light flashed, piercing through the luminescence.
In the shadows, the figure gradually became clearer, and the voice of the Asura once again echoed in Indra’s ears.
"I am..."
"The Bound One!"
The Bound One! The Bound One! The Bound One!
As this voice sounded, Indra’s gaze pierced through the void, and he saw the figure within the white light—a figure clad in golden tiger-hide.
The figure was robust and strong.
A pair of muscular arms, exuding a sense of boundless strength.
Yet, these powerful arms were imprisoned by a rope, the dark gold rope reminiscent of the Naraka of the mud plough, filled with a deep sense of the power of death, firmly binding his wrists.
It wasn’t just the rope!
On his body, as majestic as Mandara Mountain, a net of ropes also covered him.
The net had three layers.
Each layer of net was woven from long ropes, mystical as the lines of the Heavenly Realm stretching between earth and sky, shimmering with water light.
The ropes ran horizontally and vertically.
Woven into a net in a mysterious way.
The three layers interlaced with each other like intertwining Righteous Law, seamlessly binding the Asura.
"The Bound One!"
Indra’s eyes twinkled as he stared directly at The Bound One before him.
He scrutinized him from head to toe, their gazes locking.
Under his stare, the fingers of The Bound One suddenly trembled, beginning to move.
Hmm!
Indra frowned.
The next moment, The Bound One with horns on his head slowly opened his eyes, his gaze ablaze with flames, as if harboring the fires that end the world.
"!!!"
Indra’s eyes focused sharply.
As The Bound One’s gaze ignited with flames, invisible thunder and fire clashed in the void as they faced each other.
Boom!
Rumble rumble!
The dull sounds of thunder suddenly resounded in the void, rumbling like the long bellow of a divine ox, unceasingly powerful.
"Indra!"
The voice of The Bound One thundered, echoing in all directions.
"I once... stole the fresh flowers, seized the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, all auspiciousness within me... offered up to Mahadeva!"
"But now... this calamity!"
"You have... stolen... my name and position!"
The voice of The Bound One was heavy, as if years of smoldering rage erupted in an instant, releasing towards Indra.
His hands shook.
Rustle!
The ropes around his arms suddenly burst forth with golden light.
In the silent moment.
Strands of dark golden ropes flew out, these ropes like swarms of Golden Nagas, a dazzling golden wave covering the Divine Temple, like an endless tide with no sight of its end.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Countless ropes shot out, the intense aura of death filling the space.
"This seems to be..."
"Yama’s Death Lasso?"
Indra murmured.
If he had any doubts before about the identity of The Bound One, wondering if he really was the Liberator from a previous calamity,
Now he had no more doubts!
This guy definitely was!
The Death Lasso, in Yama’s hands, should absolutely not be used like an instrument of punishment around The Bound One’s body.
"What he has in his hands is the Death Lasso, but what divine artifact is binding his whole body?"
A glance from the corner of Indra’s eye.
He looked at The Bound One, at the three-layer, crisscrossing network of ropes, and couldn’t help but feel emotional.
Whoosh!
The next moment, he extended a large hand and fiercely grabbed the Death Lasso tightening around his neck, as the icy breath of death instantly invaded.
These golden hands moved in unison, and with a ripping sound, the lasso tore apart.
Just now, his hand felt icy, the chill of death seemingly boundless.
Luckily, he was a cut above the rest!
He had used the Blessing Force early to tear it apart.
Whoosh!
Indra slowly raised his head.
He saw countless Death Lassos, like a downpour of golden rain, descending towards him.
"Hiss!"
"Truly terrifying!"
Indra muttered to himself.
His gaze shifted, skimming behind him, and he saw space undulate like water, misty and murky, as ropes also struck at him from behind.
In an instant, he was completely surrounded by the Death Lassos.
"Thief...!"
"Die!"
The voice of The Bound One echoed, coming from the front.
"Stealing names?"
"I have too many names, the Striker, the Vedas’ Sage..."
"Why not tell me, which name did I steal!"
Indra said with a light chuckle.
The next moment, he strode forward, moving against the current towards the Divine Temple.
Thump... thump... thump thump thump...
A series of heavy footsteps rang out instantly.
Indra charged forward, taking long strides like a shooting star, gaining speed and plunging into the countless Death Lassos.
Death Lassos surged towards him.
Indra’s figure flickered, zipping through them like lightning.
But the Death Lassos seemed endless, continuously surging towards him, almost instantly enveloping him from the front.
Indra’s right hand transformed into a chopping blade and he swung it violently forward.
Boom!
Row after row of lassos snapped, breaking like blooming rope flowers.
Yet, these ropes seemed to be almost inexhaustible.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Death Lassos shot out, binding Indra’s arms, legs, and neck.
His entire body was bound in an instant!
As the ropes tightened, his body was lifted into the air, and the tumultuous Power of Death moved crazily, surging into his body.
Crackle! Crackle!
Indra’s gaze intensified.
His fists slowly clenched, with pale blue lightning coiling around his massive arms, unleashing endless lightning light.
His arms bent fiercely.
Lightning collided and sparked, igniting fiery flames, with a golden light piercing the heavens.
The brilliance of the Golden Sun Armor flickered.
Blessing Force augmented him!
The ropes were pulled taut, perfectly straight, resembling the horizon at sunrise in the plains.
This Blessing Force of the Divine Armor made Indra immune to the Death Lasso’s power of death.
Indra’s gaze turned cold.
"I wonder if these lassos can be broken!"
At this moment, his golden arms continued to bend, veins surging like the Naga King.
