RISE OF EROS-Chapter 749 - 748

That night, the Cannes Palace became the liveliest place not only in that city but on the continent. Just think about it: where else in the world could you find so many demigods of that level doing what they did?

The divinity gathering matrix was working at its maximum. Anyone with the ability to perceive divinity could notice how the torrents of golden vital energy gathered in the Cannes Palace.

These old monsters, who were now enjoying youth, embarked on a night of unbridled passion. The moans could be heard blocks away, and that was even though the walls of the Cannes Palace were soundproof.

Many of these people had not had sex in centuries, and now they were enjoying themselves as if it had been their first time. They were already on a plane of strength where carnal pleasures were no longer exciting.

However, at the Cannes Palace, things are different. First of all, it is a temple of a candidate for the god Eros, so the obscene and lascivious sensations are multiplied. The second thing was that, with the new youth, these pleasures regained importance in the lives of these old monsters. This without forgetting that it was necessary to increase their strength.

The situation was not only about enjoying but about increasing strength, so they did not hold back. In addition, it was not only them who benefited from this matrix, because although few could absorb divinity, that does not mean that it did not provide benefits.

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The demigods being in contact with divinity would obviously earn better profits, but the courtesans of the Cannes palace also made their profits. They may not be as substantial, but with such a strong concentration of divinity, it was illogical that someone who was in the middle of it would not gain anything. Unfortunately, for the other clients, it was not the case.

To be more exact, Andrew had closed his doors to customers. Since these powerful demigods were doing their thing, Andrew gave them special treatment and privacy. No one other than them and the courtesans could enter.

The sex party lasted for three days, which was surprising. In fact, the demigods didn't want to leave even though they couldn't even move anymore from having so much sex. Still, Andrew forced them to stop.

There was no need to act in a hurry, and it wasn't recommended. The divinity gathered by the matrix and absorbed by them had to be refined in their bodies, or it would have side effects.

That's why Andrew set up a plan. Every month, he would open the Cannes Palace for the demigods alone for three full days. He would close the establishment and only serve them.

Obviously, they had to pay him the profits he would lose by doing that, but to them, that little wealth was nothing. This allowed them to be able to refine the absorbed divinity on the days off.

Also, Andrew didn't intend to leave the training active all the time. Although this could benefit everyone, it was useless to Andrew and his wives. He was a god candidate, and his wives were demigods tied to Eros, so it was of no use.

No matter how much divinity the matrix gathered, it would not affect them. This benefit was entirely for their demigod allies. Because of all this hustle and bustle, they had not learned of the situation of the beast that was killing like crazy in the confines of the continent.

Although they did not find out, that did not mean that their allies did not. Andrew had spies everywhere, and the information networks of Crhono and the other demigods were more powerful.

Especially Crhono, who had not participated in the sex party. He had returned to his territory with some dragon,s and that was why he found out about the strange beast before the others.

At first, he did not pay attention to it since he believed that it was just an abnormal wild beast but that did not require his attention. However, the incidents increased and became increasingly strange.

For a beast to attack a city and destroy it due to its strength is not abnormal in this world, but for the same beast to actively seek out cities to destroy and end the lives of its inhabitants was not.

That was why Crhono stopped his investigation into the destruction of the fallen god's fragments and remnants and went to investigate. He could send some dragons and wait for news, but something told him that he should go in person.

Crhono's hunches are not normal. They can be said to be a level above Andrew's, and that was already a lot, so he was not negligent and went to inspect the situation.What he found was a region devastated by death. This made him remember the scenes during the war a thousand years ago against the fallen god and his army of abysmals.

This made him more cautious and careful. He was now sure that whatever this beast was, it was far from normal. He had to find it, so he searched very carefully and he actually found it. Seeing the creature, he couldn't help but contort his face.

It had features similar to the abyssals, but its aura of death was much more intense. What amazed him the most was that he couldn't sense it. Even when it was in plain sight, Crhono couldn't even use all his perceptive ability to assess the beast.

He couldn't feel its life force, its power, anything. It was as if it wasn't there, and that scared him. He would rather be in front of the fallen god a thousand times than this beast. The fallen god could give him a feeling of despair because of its power, but an enemy that looked like a ghost somehow seemed more dangerous.

Twilight was falling over the battlefield, painting the horizon with a blanket of reddish and violet hues that foreshadowed an unparalleled conflict's arrival. At the center of this gloomy scene, Crhono, the ancestor of the dragons, stood as an imposing figure.

His human form radiated an aura of ancient power, capable of subduing even the fiercest creatures of the night. However, this time, he faced an adversary that would test not only his strength but also his understanding of fear and the fight itself.

In front of him, the beast was an amalgam of darkness and chaos, born from the fusion of the two leaders of the Purgatorio organization. Their bodies had been consumed by the excessive power of the fragments of the fallen god, transforming into a monstrous being that emanated a disturbing, almost imperceptible energy.

Although Crhono was undoubtedly more powerful, the challenge before him was unique: the inability to sense the vitality, strength, and presence of his opponent. As the frigid winds blew dry leaves around him, Crhono clenched his fists, ready for the showdown. The air vibrated with the tension of the impending battle.

However, the beast, its dark, empty eyes, watched from the shadows, moving with a spectral agility that blurred its figure in the gloom. The battle began with a deafening roar from Crhono. Accelerating his speed, he lunged forward, delivering a devastating blow that would fracture any stone pillar.

However, the beast, foreseeing the attack, vanished in a blur of shadows and, appearing at his side, delivered a powerful stride that shook the ground. Crhono barely managed to turn in time. The impact caused him to recoil, in awe of his foe's agility, as well as bewildered by his inability to tangibly perceive it.

"Show yourself, creature of shadows!" Crhono shouted, his voice echoing with the authority of a thousand thunderclaps, yet the beast remained hidden, striking at Crhono with swift, sweeping attacks that kept him on the edge of defense.

Every missed strike was a pang of frustration. It was not just his body that was being challenged, but his very essence as a former protector of the draconians. The nature of the fight was constantly changing.

As Crhono advanced, his mind filled with thoughts of his rival's essence. Was it a completely independent being, or was it merely a reflection of the unbridled ambition of those who had lost their humanity?

The lack of answers worried him, but what frustrated him most was the difficulty of following the beast's trail, whose speed and cunning allowed it to move like a ghost in a storm. "Stop playing around, cowardly beast!" he bellowed again, now with an air of determination. His draconic blood began to bubble within him as the desire to end the threat grew.

He concentrated, remembering the heat of the ancient fires that dwelled within him, that power that had sustained him for eons. It was then that he decided to summon his ancestral form, the one that others feared and revered.

Scales began to sprout from his skin, shining brightly with a golden glow, as his figure transformed into that of a majestic dragon. With an imposing elongation and wings that cut through the wind, Crhono let out a heart-rending cry that resonated like an echo of ancient battles. The field was permeated with the aura of its power.

With newly sharpened senses, Crhono launched himself towards the horizon, searching for the beast with his enhanced vision. He could now sense every subtle movement of what had previously seemed invisible.

She sensed the dark, almost illusory aura and focused her attack. With a flutter of wings, she descended like a bolt of golden light, ready to crush the being that had challenged her legacy.

However, at the crucial instant, the beast experiences a change. The survival instinct, a third sense that had been dormant, activated within her. It was a palpable sense of fear, and although her nature pushed her to fight, the terror for her life drove her in another direction.

With a frantic movement, she shook off Crhono's fierce gaze and slipped into the shadows, disappearing into a dark mist that covered her like a cloak. "What have you done?" Crhono exclaimed, her voice echoing with disbelief.

He had never imagined his adversary fleeing like a spectre dissolving into the mist. All the power, all the pent-up anger, evaporated in an instant. The majesty of the dragon that had once dominated the battlefield felt hollow, like a king whose subjects had revolted.

The beast vanished into the night mist, leaving behind only a sense of emptiness in the air. Crhono, despite his immeasurable strength, had been overcome by the most basic instinct of survival.

A reflection of what can happen when one faces one's own demons, even if those demons lack tangible form. As night embraced the field, Crhono stood alone, contemplating the ephemerality of existence, the flight of the enemy he had never been able to fully understand.

There was no victory or defeat in that encounter, only the echo of a fight that had unwittingly become a lesson about fear, the invisibility of certain enemies, and the perseverance that dwells in those who still have something to protect.

Lifting his gaze to the starry sky, Crhono understood that the battle was not over; The shadow of the Purgatory beast still roamed, perhaps waiting for the right moment to make its next move.

And so, the ancestor of the dragons prepared to face the unknown once more, determined to learn from every moment, turning doubt into strength. Unfortunately, at this moment, he could do nothing more.

Appreciating the danger this beast represented, he decided to inform his allies, for if he could not sense it, neither could they, and they must take this threat seriously, or they could suffer a crushing defeat.

Such a large movement was obviously noticed by everyone. Although they did not understand everything that had happened, they knew one thing for sure. The most powerful being in this world could not defeat the strange beast.