APTnovel Chapter 347 Wither Storm
Chapter 347 Wither Storm
Chapter 347 Wither Storm
This is a ravine-filled underground wasteland, covered with strange brownish-red mud and sand, dotted with eerie, never-ending will-o'-the-wisps.
If you listen carefully, you can hear roars coming from underground, and the mud and sand on the ground will change shape with the roars, forming ghost faces on the surface.
If anyone knew the inside story, they would know that this place imprisoned countless souls.
Each face on the brownish mud represents a soul trapped within, and the blue flames burning upon them fuel these souls.
Even the wildly growing red weeds and warty plants thrive because they are nourished by the soul.
Deep within this Soul Sand Canyon stands a massive, dilapidated black building.
The building looks like a palace or a fortress. Its massive exterior walls and intricate interior decorations hint at a glorious past.
This is Blackrock Fortress, the core territory of a Chaos God.
Throughout the ages, I have sat atop the throne atop this fortress, overlooking the changing times, using my unique power to cause life to wither and to bind the souls of countless worlds to this place.
Ultimately, He created a sea of souls.
But today, everything is different.
Light descended from the sky, followed closely by the fleet's orbital bombardment.
The ground was blasted into deep craters and trenches, and eventually, the kingdom deep underground was exposed to the invaders.
The airdrop pods arrived one after another, crashing into the Soul Sand Canyon like meteors.
Demons emerged from the sand, raising their Blood God Battle Axes and charging fearlessly to the front lines to engage in close combat with the black skeletons rising from beneath the Soul Sand.
As the best of the best who have fought their way through hundreds of millions of demons, every demon that goes to the front lines is a great demon among demons, and possesses a certain degree of blessing from the Red Dragon.
Faced with these weak skeleton soldiers, they were naturally invincible; not a single skeleton could withstand a single axe blow from them.
The demon army carved a path through the sea of skeletons and was about to reach Blackrock Fortress.
The fortress gates suddenly opened, and a formation of black cavalrymen emerged from them.
These cavalrymen, clad in black alloy armor and riding undead warhorses, split into two and flanked the demon army. At the same time, a large number of skeletons crawled out from the ground once more.
The skeletons that emerged this time were undoubtedly more elite, each one a chimera of numerous skeletons, clad in black alloy armor, wielding greatswords, and with eerie blue flames burning in their eyes.
Roars echoed overhead as black ancient dragons tore through the dome and launched their attack from above.
The demon army was surrounded by the enemy, but instead of being frightened, the demons became even more excited and launched a frontal charge with howls.
Upon witnessing this scene, the officers in the rear command post covered their faces in anguish.
"I knew these demons would do this. Can't they just follow orders properly?"
Another officer patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "Don't be so angry. Anyway, the purpose of this group of demons was to act as a shock force, to draw out the enemy's ambushes and traps. Haven't they achieved their goal?"
"That's true, but I still want the battle damage report to look less bad."
"Let's send out our real landing forces; it's time to wipe the enemy out."
The command issued an order, and the second batch of airdrop pods was also deployed to the battlefield.
The claw-shaped drop pod, following the large hole pierced by the light spear, penetrated into the center of the battlefield. The fire control system inside the pod identified the enemy unit, controlled the weapon to aim and fire.
After clearing out a large number of enemy troops in the surrounding area, the airdrop pod automatically opened its hatch, releasing the Blood God Invading Army and mechanical combat units inside.
The sudden arrival of troops disrupted the enemy's formation, and the demon army, which was originally at a disadvantage, seized the opportunity to break through the sea of skeletons in front of them.
On the walls of Blackrock Fortress, necromancers roared and unleashed spell after spell.
The skeleton servants beside him controlled the necromancers, firing cursed and corrupted projectiles to block the demons' charge with these special undead constructs.
But the next second, the mechs noticed these special units and, upon receiving the order, opened fire without hesitation.
Missiles slammed into the city walls, blasting large holes in them. Bullets swept across the walls like wheat being harvested, tearing large numbers of necromancers and skeleton soldiers to shreds.
"Target cleared."
The demon army surged into the fortress and clashed with the even taller skeleton guards.
The Blood God's invading army poured in relentlessly, and the fall of the fortress was only a matter of time.
Deep within the fortress, atop the black stone throne, the three-headed figure remained motionless, coldly observing everything unfolding around the fortress.
He looked quite calm, if you didn't look at the corner of the armrest he had crushed.
This eerie calm lasted less than a moment. As the Blood God's invading army stormed into the inner ring of the fortress, the three-headed figure in black finally could not hold back any longer.
The three heads simultaneously emitted terrifying roars, loud enough to be heard throughout the entire Soul Sand Canyon.
"Waaah"
This is a sound that strikes straight to the soul, like the whistling of wind blowing through a skull; all who hear it feel a chill run down their spines.
As if struck by lightning.
Even those in the rear command post were not spared.
The Blood God's army froze for a moment, their faces contorted with rage and fury, before unleashing an even louder roar in response.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"
Anger and murderous intent dispelled the echoing voices of the soul and drove away the fear that tried to infiltrate their hearts.
The three-headed black figure became even more enraged and finally stepped down from its throne, its skeletal body expanding and mutating.
A storm is forming.
Matter and soul were all absorbed into the expanding black body, and then assimilated into the same pitch-black substance, which continued to expand the body.
The pitch-black skeleton was filled with an equally pitch-black substance, making it unrecognizable and causing it to become bloated and twisted.
Black tentacles extended from the bloated body, waving unconsciously, while three heads with a single purple glowing eye looked around.
A purple beam of light shot out from the single eye on its head, and wherever it passed, whether it was a human or a demon, whether it was a fortress wall or a mechanical battle machine, all were drawn by the beam of light.
Finally, he was sucked into the distorted space behind the one-eyed man and assimilated into this storm.
The black storm was still expanding, and even on warships, tentacles could be seen reaching out from the ground.
"The Chaos God Videstorm has appeared and requests the order to fire."
"Request approved."
Within seconds, the fleet located in the upper space of this chaotic demonic realm adjusted its cannons, aimed at its target, and awaited the command from its fleet commander.
"Fire!"
After a brief sentence, destruction arrived as promised.
The first thing to arrive is always the light spear of the warship's main gun.
The light spear pierced straight into the earth's core, instantly vaporizing everything in its path, and precisely pierced Widstrom's bloated body.
Large holes appeared on the body's surface, and the wriggling, dark substance tried to fill these holes, but to no avail.
The contamination from the light spears, along with the damage from other naval guns, made repairs extremely difficult.
Not to mention the red figure emerging from the beam of light; that was the biggest obstacle.
The red dragon descended with the light, appearing as if he were bathed in a rain of light, looking sacred and noble.
But when the rain of light dissipated, the seven dragon heads, each wearing a crown of original sin, opened their eyes, revealing their blood-red scales, and an aura of ferocity and tyranny emanated from them.
His physique was no less than that of Widstrom, and perhaps even greater, easily tucking his sleeves under his body.
The seven dragon heads breathed out together, unleashing a torrent of energy of various different natures, including blood flames, cold breaths, and sword energy, which sliced off Widstrom's body.
After a round of breath attacks, the dragon head in the middle sneered, "You are much weaker than the previous Chaos Gods, Widstrom."
"You damned mudskipper, you bloodthirsty madman, do you think you can steal a corner of the eight-pointed star? Let me tell you, impossible!"
Widstrom's eyes gleamed with malice, and a purple beam of light shone on Mordy, the twisting gravity tearing at his scales and peeling away his flesh.
Newly grown tentacles surged upwards, binding the red dragon's body and attempting to pierce its flesh, drinking deeply the dragon's blood filled with various original sins.
But it was no use; the dragon's body was not a normal biological structure at all, but an endless sea of blood.
The tentacles had barely ventured inside when they were swallowed up by the surging waves of blood, and then decomposed and assimilated.
"A sea of blood? That's your true form? It's on such a scale..."
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Widstrom was stunned for a moment after catching a glimpse of Modi's true form.
Now he knew why Mordy dared to compete for the eight-pointed star.
Strength is his greatest source of confidence.
But he still stubbornly insisted, "You'll never succeed, because those two will never let you go! They won't allow anyone to have the chance to sit in the same position as them!"
"Including you!"
This is not a lie, but a bloody and cruel truth.
Long ago, the corrupt heaven and the distorted heaven, who were originally enemies, reached an agreement.
When a Chaos God intends to ascend to one corner of the eight-pointed star, you two must set aside your prejudices and work together to stop this Chaos God.
They would never allow any other figure to appear among the eight-pointed stars that are equal to theirs.
"You absolutely cannot defeat those two who have joined forces. You will be manipulated by their schemes, and you will become a breeding ground for plague!"
Widstrom cursed loudly, but his appearance, pierced by a spear, was utterly unconvincing; to Mordy, it was even somewhat laughable.
"Maybe, but you'll never see that day."
With the spear of finality drawn, Mordy pierced through Widstrom's three heads in succession.
The spear anchored death, and the chaotic god named Widstrom was completely nailed to death at this moment.
There is no future to speak of, unless Mordy goes back in time and pulls out the spear that ends the unchanging, otherwise he can only be a ghost wandering in the past.
Even if He finds a way to return one day, He will not be able to regain the power He had before His death, because His authority has been taken over by Mordi.
The massive, bloated black body vanished completely, and the last line of defense of Blackrock Fortress was breached.
The Blood God's invading army killed the last resisting enemy, cut off the skulls of these black skulls, and used them to build mounds of skulls outside the fortress.
They are showing their reverence for the Blood God in their own way.
Mordi glanced at the scene, casually bestowed some blessings, and, ignoring the warriors who were caught up in ecstasy, sat on the Black Stone Throne and listened to the officers' reports.
"We have conquered the entire Soul Sand Canyon, and this chaotic demonic realm is now under our control."
"The remaining fleets dispatched overseas have also completed their objectives and can continue their advance."
"My lord, please give the order."
The officer looked up at Modi.
Modi propped his head up with one hand, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of the throne.
"Then let's continue."
To occupy a corner of the eight-pointed star, it's not enough to just take over a few chaotic demonic realms.
The war situation needs to be escalated further, and due to his authority, his power will increase as the intensity of the war escalates.
His power will only reach its peak when war and slaughter engulf most of the subspace.
That will be his time.
Oh, the same applies to the real world. It's time for Yuri to start taking action.
"The warp is in chaos."
At the Epsilon headquarters in Antarctica, Yuri tapped his temples with both hands, seemingly sensing something.
"I can feel the smoke of war filling the entire Warp. The gods have temporarily withdrawn their attention and are focusing on dealing with the war that is sweeping across the entire Warp."
He glanced at his prized disciple, the heretic standing silently to the side, and instructed, "Heretic, where are the Scales?"
"Libra has just departed from the lunar base and is expected to land soon," the white-haired woman answered meticulously.
Yuri closed his eyes and sensed for a while. Just as he was about to exit telepathy, a discordant psychic shriek suddenly surged forth, causing him to frown.
"The Mind Flayer Legion has arrived. Once she lands, notify her to go to this coordinate to rendezvous with our allies."
"Yes."
The heretics left, but Yuri remained standing there in silence.
He wasn't just standing there in a daze; he was communicating with his counterparts from other timelines.
He needs the help of his other timeline selves; he needs to push for the arrival of the End of the Soul.
"Over in the warp, Mormontis is helping us draw their fire, so those Chaos Gods won't notice us."
"This is our opportunity; it's time to put our plan into action."
"I know there are still some risks, but when will there be no risks?"
"Go ahead and do it; we can't let Mormontis' help go to waste."
Soon, one by one, the nodes of his soul responded to his call, and the barriers of time and space became thin at this moment.
Yuri from all timelines have placed their bets on him, and even if their mind-ending devices are not yet perfected, they will respond to his command and activate them together.
Once a collective human consciousness can be born, its power will be projected across all timelines, making it irrelevant if they are exposed.
With immense mental power converging, Yuri had a feeling that he could control the entire world at any time if he wanted to.
"But we have to wait a while until the Chaos Gods' arrangements in this world are exposed before we can make a move."
After calming his restless mind, he walked deeper into the tower and sat down in a chair connected by many pipes.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will be staying here for a long time.
"This chair is so hard," he muttered. "If I had known it was like this, I would have replaced it with a sofa, or at least added a cushion."