My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 478: One hundred km law strand

Adventurers atop the wall watched in stunned silence.

Thousands of luminous figures swept through the beast tide like harvesters of light. Each lifted hand unleashed energy beams that ripped apart the corrupted beasts. Wolves melted away. Massive insects disintegrated into powder. Grotesque humanoid forms shrieked before fading into oblivion.

The battlefield had become something utterly incomprehensible to them.

Just moments ago, a lone level two adventurer had leaped from the wall like a lunatic.

Now, an army of shining warriors was decimating the beast tide all by themselves.

A scarred middle-aged adventurer clutched the wall's edge firmly.

'Those wings,' he whispered. 'Old texts mention records of this.'

Another adventurer faced him. 'What are you saying?'

The scarred man's voice shook a bit. 'The Angel Clan has more than regular members. Bloodline ranks vary. Higher purity means more wings when unleashing full power.'

He gestured at the battlefield.

'Observe closely. Some clones show dim wing outlines. That indicates the original's bloodline is pure enough to summon them.'

A youthful soldier blinked. 'So he's genuinely from the Angel Clan?'

The scarred man nodded deliberately. 'Yet that sparks a greater mystery.'

'What mystery?'

'With such pure bloodline, why venture here solo? Where are the Clan's elders guarding him? Why enter as a common stranger?'

No one had an answer.

Amid the battlefield, Ethan pressed on with his merciless killing.

The clone method he employed wasn't a true divine skill.

It stemmed from merging his Mental Domain with energy projection.

Dividing his awareness and divine energy into countless strands allowed him to form fleeting duplicates that mimicked his own actions.

Every clone held just a sliver of his strength.

Yet for level one and level two corrupted beasts, that sliver proved overwhelmingly sufficient.

Ethan strode serenely amid the turmoil.

His real body stayed concealed within the clones, shifting spots endlessly to evade any possible retaliation.

Not that the beasts posed any danger anyway.

They lacked strength.

They lacked wits.

Their corruption robbed them of clear thought.

Gray mist thickened around him with each felled monster.

Observers from afar couldn't perceive the hidden truth.

To their eyes, the mist merely scattered as beasts perished.

They remained oblivious that every speck funneled straight into Ethan's form.

That his law strand stretched further every instant.

Eighty kilometers.

Eighty-five.

Ninety.

Energy surged into him like a torrent merging with the sea.

He sensed the law strand thickening, fortifying, stabilizing relentlessly.

The initial great threshold loomed near.

One hundred kilometers.

A faint smile crossed Ethan's lips.

He lifted his hand once more.

'Disintegrate.'

Fresh devastation rolled over the battlefield.

Atop the city wall, fresh uproar stirred.

Heavily armored soldiers abruptly shoved past the clustered adventurers.

Silver and blue armor bore the rising sun emblem.

The Ragnarok Clan.

Trailing them strode a towering man with angular features and icy gaze.

His aura alone weighed down the air nearby.

As he mounted the wall, adventurers bowed heads on reflex.

Level seven.

The envoy had come.

He advanced steadily to the wall's brink and peered at the battlefield.

Long he stood mute.

His gaze swept the mayhem below.

Thousands of radiant shapes.

Hundreds of thousands of tainted beasts.

Gray mist ascending like fumes from a blazing woodland.

Then his focus locked on one spot.

A silhouette detached slightly from the rest.

The one distinct from the duplicates.

The envoy's eyes tightened a fraction.

'Intriguing,' he whispered.

A subordinate advanced. 'Sir, the beast tide struck sooner than forecasted. Deploy full defenses?'

The envoy lifted a hand.

'No.'

The subordinate blinked. 'Sir?'

The envoy indicated the battlefield.

'Observe closely.'

The subordinate complied.

He noted the clones.

He noted the dying monsters.

He noted the lingering gray mist.

Yet nothing struck him as odd.

The mist simply loomed, dense and foreboding, typical after mass beast kills.

'What should I see, sir?' he inquired cautiously.

The envoy paused briefly.

Then shook his head faintly.

'Nothing. Forget it.'

He'd detected a fleeting anomaly.

A subtle energy tremor near that figure.

But it vanished now.

Maybe imagination.

Or distance obscured it.

No matter, unworthy of chase now.

Another subordinate ventured. 'Sir, dispatch aid? He's facing the beast tide's vanguard solo.'

The envoy pondered.

'No,' he concluded. 'He handles it well.'

His stare stayed on Ethan.

'Moreover, I wish to witness his limits.'

On the battlefield, Ethan sensed an odd feeling abruptly.

Eyes upon him.

Not the usual timid stares from wall adventurers.

This differed.

This came from a mighty presence.

Ethan's gaze flicked to the city wall briefly.

He spotted a lofty form set apart.

Distance couldn't hide the crushing aura emanating from him.

Level seven.

The Ragnarok envoy was here.

Ethan's face stayed composed, though his thoughts raced with plans.

A level seven might detect hidden matters.

Caution was essential.

Absorption must stay concealed.

He'd ensured that since start.

The intake stayed utterly internal.

Zero energy escaped.

No outward cues showed.

To viewers, mere combat unfolded.

Slaying beasts.

Nothing else.

Ethan returned focus to the fray.

Tens of thousands of beasts lingered.

Gray mist denser than before.

Both hands rose now.

Thousands of clones mirrored him.

Golden radiance amassed around each like newborn suns.

Wall adventurers gasped.

Even the envoy's eyes widened marginally.

'What does he intend?'

Ethan's words resounded over the battlefield.

Softly spoken.

Yet crystal clear.

As though whispered into each mind directly.

'Clear.'

Golden brilliance burst forth.

Divine energy tsunami engulfed the forest.

All corrupted beasts in five kilometers vanished instantly.

Not slain.

Obliterated.

Forms winked out of being.

Silence blanketed the battlefield.

First quiet since tide's onset; no beasts stirred.

Ethan stood solitary amid ruin.

Dense gray mist coiled around him, eddying lazily like stirred by unseen breeze.

Onlookers deemed it natural fallout.

Echo of colossal strike.

Unaware every mote streamed into Ethan.

Unaware his law strand ballooned wildly.

Ninety-five kilometers.

Ninety-eight.

One hundred.

Ethan shut eyes momentarily.

Sensation was phenomenal.

One hundred kilometers of law strand.

Surging power dwarfed his entry to the city.

Deep breath drawn.

Eyes reopened.

Wallside, envoy observed keenly.

That ripple struck again.

Same subtle pulse.

Fled before grasp.

Brow furrowed lightly.

Head shaken.

'Fascinating youth,' he muttered.

To subordinates he turned.

'Arrange official reception.'

Subordinates blinked puzzled.

'For who, sir?'

Envoy nodded to battlefield.

'Him.'

'Once monsters fall, escort him here.'

Pause.

'Show respect.'

Subordinates bowed.

'Yes, sir.'

Battlefield, Ethan eyed the woods.

Fresh monsters approached.

Tide far from ended.

Yet now?

No threat remained.

Pure chance.

Ethan grinned.

Deeper into forest he advanced.

Clones trailed.

Thousands of luminous forms vanished amid trees.

'Yumiko, initiate the binding with the world system', Ethan muttered.