Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 730  An Interesting Reward

**SHOOOOOOCKKK!

ABSOLUTE SHOCK!

That was what could describe what the Gomorrans were currently feeling as they looked at their mighty general sprawled on the floor, massive amounts of red blood pouring out like a broken tap.

They looked at Zeras, who was on his feet, soaked in his blood and panting like a beast, yet definitely alive and well.

Regulating his breath, Zeras calmed his beating chest down as he clenched his fist, the new comprehension flashing through his head.

"A body like steel and water..." he mused.

Zeras had taken the advice of War General Abaddon. When the warrior had slammed down his elbows, he had also slammed up with his feet, making the scene tremble like before.

But at the last second, Zeras positioned himself to rotate in the air. He passed energy from War General Abaddon by suddenly releasing all of the strength in his fist.

That energy was enough to rotate him into the air.

While rotating, Zeras had repeatedly gathered every single bit of power within his body, pouring it into his knees so much they enlarged with an incredible amount of being.

With the momentum of this rotating body, he had slammed down all of that energy straight into the face of War General Abaddon. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The power War General Abaddon had taken was his entire physical power, War General Abaddon's destructive energy that he had planned to use on him, and also Zeras's rotating motion, all into his skull.

It was a miracle that his entire skull wasn't split into two.

Opening up his eyes, he bowed his head at War General Abaddon in respect. The man was a true warrior who understood his art.

Unfortunately, he had underestimated Zeras, telling him something important but under the belief that Zeras couldn't comprehend it easily.

Zeras had done so and had used the technique against him when he least expected it, resulting in his own defeat.

Still, the man deserved his respect.

"He will die in an hour from now. You decide what you want to do with him," Zeras' voice rang out as clear as day.

In the next instant, a dark portal appeared before him, revealing that he had completed the challenge.

Without a single word more, he entered into it, disappearing from the world

of Gomorrans.

It took the burly red aliens some time to recover from their shock, but in the next instant, they all immediately got down and ran towards their war general, picking him up and going to care for him.

He was their best warrior and not a person they could afford to lose at all.

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Once more opening his eyes, Zeras found himself in the golden room. As he stared down at his body, he sighed, seeing zero injury on himself.

All his initial injuries had been instantly taken care of by a mysterious force he didn't understand.

He might have even called the trials nothing but an illusion, but the absence of his shirt and some torn parts of his clothes where War General Abaddon's attacks had cut through were enough to confirm it was all real.

In the next instant, Zeras donned a new pair of clothes before he turned to look at the rewards.

A disappointed light flashed in his eyes when he looked through the rewards and found no earring or anything related to that, but something else caused Zeras's eyes to flash.

It was none other than a small green vial brimming with a strange light.

Instantly, a strange connection was felt as Zeras laid eyes on it.

In the next instant, he brought out a huge book from his spatial ring.

It was the strange Grimoire that he had received from Elyrtion, the first demon. Within its pages, it had mentioned some requirements for practicing the technique.

One of those requirements was the deranged Celestial Vial, and right now, Zeras understood what the treasure was. Right before him was none other than the vial.

In the next instant, the book disappeared from his hands, and Zeras instantly arrived before the vial, his hands inching towards it.

But at the last second, the vial suddenly faded away. Zeras's narrowed eyes turned behind him, finding a group of lanky-looking, dark-colored aliens who were grinning at him.

Their eyes were pitch black, strange purple coloured dots that look like pathces of a virus all over thier Carl skinned body.

They were exactly like humans if not for their strange skin and eyes colour. They were thre, all of them standing at the corner with grins in their mouth as they looked at Zeras, with a playful smirk.

 In the hands of one of them was the vial, floating gently in their palms.

"Looking for this?" they yelled out to him as Zeras narrowed his eyes and figured out one thing from the aliens' looks.

They didn't seem to need the vial at all, and it seemed they were likely doing this to annoy him.

Calmly, he walked toward them until he arrived before the one who had the vial rotating in his hand.

"You don't need the vial. So why did you take it?" Zeras asked them as he watched.

They all looked at each other before laughing out loud, mocking him, with the leader sneering in his face.

"We don't like your white face. You want the trial, take it, but disappear with it right now," they said to him as Zeras's eyes furrowed.

Never would he have thought he would meet a group of aliens who were so incredibly racist. They were all dark, but Zeras was white-looking, and somehow that was enough to annoy them?

"Ok, fine..." he said to them as he stretched out his hand. The aliens allowed him to take the vial, but instead of disappearing, Zeras turned his back and walked to his usual corner before taking a seat.

In the next instant, the vial disappeared from his hand, kept safely into his spatial ring, and he kept on looking around, making no intent to leave...