APTnovel Chapter 349 Usurping the Heavenly Stagnation and Corruption
Chapter 349 Usurping the Heavenly Stagnation and Corruption
Chapter 349 Usurping the Heavenly Stagnation and Corruption
War has broken out in the real world, and the killing and war echo in the warp, further exacerbating the chaos there.
If this place was originally a cesspool deeply affected by the corrupting and stagnant Heaven, then now Modi must also be included.
He gradually approached the domain of the eight-pointed star, his power expanding repeatedly due to the war, deeply disturbing the Heaven of Usurpation and the Heaven of Stagnation.
The power that symbolizes change, and the power that symbolizes stagnation, set aside their long-standing prejudices and turned to attack the newly rising deity.
Modi is already feeling the pressure.
If he were to deal with just one of them, it would be fine. Whether it was the Corrupted Heaven or the Usurped Heaven, or even if they fought in the Chaos Demon Realm, he could put up a good fight against one of them.
At least we won't be at a disadvantage.
But the current situation is that two eight-pointed star gods are joining forces to fight alongside him, and there are also many chaos gods that he needs to deal with, so he can hardly take care of everything.
The entire warp was in complete chaos, with almost every faction involved in the war.
"War... it's truly a double-edged sword. Without this war, I might not be this strong, but thanks to it, I've been forced to confront these enemies."
Modi sat on his enormous throne, his dragon eyes sweeping across the battlefield. As far as the eye could see, there was only smoke and death, and the cratered, desolate twilight plain.
This is a chaotic demonic realm near the Ever-Changing Labyrinth and the Corrupted Garden, which are the domains of the Altered Heaven and the Stagnant Corruption Heaven, respectively.
Each of the Chaos Gods led their own troops and followers, entering the battlefield through various means, and engaged in a massive melee with the Blood God's invading army on the Twilight Plains.
Many deities did not want the Blood God's invasion to go any further, because it wasn't just Mordi who coveted a corner of the eight-pointed star; they coveted it as well.
The war instigated by the Blood God is also an opportunity for us. Regardless of which side wins, both sides will be weakened.
They might also have a chance to ascend to one of the eight points of the star.
But before that, participation in this war, or rather, the ceremony, is essential.
"They're nothing but a flock of crows hoping to peck at my corpse after I fall." Modi grinned, his menacing fangs sending chills down the spines of the kneeling envoys below.
These messengers sent by the chaotic gods did not even dare to look directly at the great red dragon coiled on the throne, and could only lower their heads deeply, like chicks frightened by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Even when Mordy insulted their master to their faces, they could only selectively pretend not to hear it.
"But they are still somewhat useful. Go back and tell your master that I have agreed."
With those words, Mordi flapped his three pairs of wings and flew to the center of the battlefield, leaving behind a group of terrified messengers.
The chaotic gods behind these messengers are all audacious individuals who want to take advantage of the chaos and grab a share of the spoils.
Although they seemed to be fighting hard on the front lines, they secretly sent people to Modi's side to try to make some dirty deals.
Now that their mission was accomplished, the messengers planned to leave this hellish place full of skulls; they didn't want to stay there for even a second longer.
The seven red dragons soaring into the sky were exceptionally conspicuous, easily visible even to the two sides battling on the plains.
When he spread his wings, covering most of the battlefield, the entire battlefield even fell silent for a moment.
After a moment of silence, several chaotic gods mixed in with the battlefield made their move at the same time.
The corrupted mechanical position unfolds, and the flowing, living metal instantly assimilates everything around it, extending upwards to form a massive land-based artillery platform.
The shadow cast by the red dragon on the ground writhed rapidly, and bright yellow eyes opened. The originally two-dimensional shadow quickly bulged out, piercing the sky from all directions.
The corpses rose from the ground, gathered together, and expanded continuously, eventually forming a giant hand of corpses that reached for the red dragon in the air.
Even more bizarre entities suddenly erupted in the next moment, attempting to cause the red dragon in the sky to fall.
In response, seven dragon breaths were spewed down from above towards the attacking demons and monsters.
The liquid metal liquefied again, the three-dimensional shadows immediately collapsed, and the giant hand formed by the corpses melted into a lake of corpse oil.
At this moment, the Chaos God who had made the move finally realized just how powerful this Blood God, who was closest to the Eight-Pointed Star, truly was.
The Blood God's army, bathed in dragon flames, laughed wildly even though their bodies were covered in liquefied, high-temperature metal and about to turn to ashes under the scorching heat of the dragon flames.
To slaughter enemy troops while bathed in the crimson flames of the dragon and return to the River Styx is an unparalleled honor for them.
Furthermore, because the dragon flames seep into their souls, the distance between them and the red dragon will be further shortened, and once their bodies are reforged, they will gain even greater power.
"A madman! He even burned his own people! What a madman!"
A demon watched helplessly as the dragon flames surged forth, engulfing the Blood God soldiers. Its eyelids twitched violently, and it instinctively turned and retreated.
But something even faster was an axe.
The axe chopped off its head, and dragon flames followed, engulfing its corpse and turning the entire plain into a sea of fire.
"Fool, this is not suffering, but a blessing."
Amidst the sea of fire, the Blood God's invading soldiers, soon to be reduced to ashes, roared, striving to chop off as many heads as possible before the dragon flames engulfed everything.
Seconds later, the entire Dusk Plain fell silent, with only the Dragon Flame Sea burning quietly.
Modi landed on the sea of fire, took a deep breath, and the raging dragon flames, like swallows returning to their nests, poured towards the seven dragon heads.
The inferno that engulfed the entire plain fueled his anger, but he had more to do than that.
The territory of the Brass Fortress spread here, dragging the entire Twilight Plains into his chaotic demonic domain.
Molten iron gathered, blood mist condensed, and a fortress rose out of thin air on the plain, symbolizing his authority in this place.
He crouched down atop the fortress, then raised his head and gazed eastward.
To the northeast, a swirling, ever-changing blue mist shrouded the horizon; to the southeast, a green miasma, a symbol of plague and decay, loomed.
After Modi occupied the Twilight Plains, the two moved towards him almost simultaneously.
The brass fortress has expanded to its limit; the next step would be an upgrade, which would be equivalent to crossing the bottom line of the dynastic and corrupt heavens.
Blue crystals began to spread across the ground, distorting the newly burned wasteland environment, and a maze took shape as the crystals spread.
Green miasma followed closely behind, and wherever it passed, strange plants emerged from the soil, and the ground was covered with a layer of eerie mold.
This was the signal for the two to enter, and the group of Chaos Gods who were secretly observing quickly retreated, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.
Seven pillars of fire swept past, crashing into the spreading crystals and miasma, forcing them to slow their rate of erosion.
But they will not give up.
The power of change seeped into the Dusk Plains, instantly reversing the nature of the fire pillars spewed by the red dragon.
A scene defying the laws of physics unfolded: starting from the end of the pillar of fire, the blue color gradually spread forward, infecting the area.
Where the blue flames swept past, the crystals grew and spread at an accelerated pace.
"Hmph, do you think you're the only one with the power to change things?"
Modi had a cold smile on his lips, which made his dragon head look ferocious no matter how you looked at it.
He did not use the Unchanging Spear of Ending, but instead drew the authority of the Dragon Slayer Apostle.
Light, symbolizing change, gathered deep in his throat, and the terrifying energy fluctuations caused the expansion of the crystals and miasma to pause for a moment.
The one who reacted the most was the one who altered the heavens, because he sensed a power similar to his own from the energy fluctuations.
Seven beams of light swept across, and then the crystal maze shattered, and the miasma garden was also burned.
The distorted twilight plain twisted back to its original shape, transforming into a purgatory burning with blood flames.
The sudden change momentarily stunned them, but then a more intense offensive ensued.
In particular, the usurper's greed for similar authority and his restless desire for change led Him to spare no effort in investing even more power.
The stagnant Heaven was not to be outdone, after all, it possessed the authority of immutability and stillness, which was naturally in conflict with change, and thus did not wish to see the authority of change expand.
The families of both sides appeared one after another, forming a surging demonic tide that advanced towards the Twilight Fortress.
Modi, crouching on the fortress, narrowed his eyes, feeling the sudden increase in power from the sleeves, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
The corrupting and stagnant heavens have already committed enough power, which means that they are currently powerless to interfere in the present world, or at least will not cause too serious an impact.
That's all he can do for Epsilon; now it's up to Yuri's fate.
"We need to wait a while longer, until the force that breaks the deadlock emerges."
As he weighed the cards in his hand, Modi's smile faded, and he flapped his wings and left the fortress.
A flash of blue and white sword light appeared, and two giant swords materialized out of thin air, each held in the mouth of his two dragon heads.
With a nimble swing of his neck, like a swordsman wielding a sword, he propelled the giant sword toward the enemy.
A cyan sword light swept across the crystal land, and all the mutated followers who saw the sword light closed their eyes, never to open them again.
No matter how their life forms or even their essence change, they cannot cover up the changes brought about by this sword; they can only accept the consequences.
A white sword light swept across the miasma garden, devouring all life.
Even the most resilient members of the family, whose life force is frozen in time, can only face certain death under this sword.
The forces of change and death clashed on the battlefield; the former stirred the heart of the usurper, while the latter enraged the corrupting force.
Blue feathers drifted down from the sky, and a giant, strange bird suddenly appeared, letting out a hoarse laugh; beside it, the plague opened its eyes, its form disappearing into the thick miasma.
The ever-changing scepter was shaken by the strange bird, instantly unleashing a magical storm. A vicious torrent swept through the void and crashed into Mordi's massive dragon body.
The once-hard scales of the red dragon have been altered, becoming as soft as jelly, and have even developed a sense of self, which in turn erodes the red dragon's flesh.
The pain and itching sensation spread throughout his body. Modi took a deep breath, and blood flames ignited on his body, turning his entire dragon into a small sun.
A foul stench swept over them, and the germs within tried to cling to the red dragon, only to be incinerated by the flames emanating from its body.
But the concept of corruption was not burned away; instead, it clung stubbornly to the outside of the flames, desperately trying to penetrate them.
"It smelled putrid, like a stagnant pool of fermenting water; it was disgusting."
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Modi calmly shook his head, the sword severing the concept of corruption and forcibly conferring death upon it.
If his conflict with the Usurper Heaven was a struggle for power of the same kind, then his conflict with the Corrupt Heaven was a conflict for power of different kinds.
Change and constancy, flow and stagnation, are naturally antagonistic, the kind of things that make each other loathe each other.
The corrupting deity was supposed to be the god of life, in charge of the three cycles of the entire life process: birth, death, and decay.
But perhaps because the warp had become a cesspool, he changed, either passively or actively, and got stuck at the point of corruption.
He remained in power, yet was imprisoned there, wasting countless years of his life.
Unfortunately, Mordy not only possesses the power to change things, but also the ability to deliver a fatal blow.
It can be said that they are inherently incompatible.
"Gagaga".
The blue-feathered bird tilted its head and chuckled, and the nature of the magical storm suddenly changed, continuing to blow towards Modi's dragon body.
Zhi Futian glanced at his old rival, said nothing, and instead joined forces with him, injecting his own power into the witchcraft storm.
With his skin torn and flesh exposed, Modi gasped for breath, barely managing to fend off the combined attack of two powerful enemies.
The flames on his body had subsided imperceptibly, while the magical storm continued to batter him, scraping away his dragon scales and weakening his body.
Even more deadly are the germs that drift in the wind and the pervasive concept of corruption.
Even his ancient dragon body could not maintain a stable state.
The blood flowing from his body almost flooded the entire Dusk Plain, and clusters of mycelium grew on the surface of the sea of blood, making it difficult for him to recycle his own blood.
This was the most serious injury he had suffered since becoming an immortal, and in order to stop the further spread of the germs, he dared not even maintain a two-way connection with the sea of blood.
"The situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse..." Modi murmured, a smile playing on his lips. "But the time is almost up."
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The Unchanging Spear appeared in his hand. Almost simultaneously, the Altering Heaven and the Stagnant Corruption Heaven increased their power output, unleashing an even greater storm that swept across the subspace.
The spiral spear thrust forward, its tip twisting in a strange arc, ultimately landing not on the enemy, but on the barrier between the subspace and reality.
Braving the raging warp storm, Mordi pushed his spear forward with all his might, forcefully piercing a hole in the barrier.
"It's up to you, Yuri."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange object flew from the other end of the hole and landed in the center of the battlefield where the two sides were fighting.
"Huh? What's this?"
Modi was stunned, and then he saw the figure whose internal power was chaotic, as if it had been filled with cream puffs, being torn to pieces by the subspace storm.
After the figure was torn apart, a bright spot rushed towards him along with the turbulent current and was caught by him.
Before he could even look at the bright spot he had just captured, Modi noticed a second one that had passed through the hole.
This is the person he's been waiting for.
A massive collective of consciousness extended its tentacles, bracing itself against the storm with a psionic shield, as it squeezed from reality into the warp.
The abundant emotions within the subspace provided Him with a vast amount of energy. Nourished by this energy, and combined with His already enormous size, He wielded power far exceeding that of ordinary Chaos Gods.
"I'm not too late, am I?"
A voice, neither clearly male nor female, echoed in Modi's mind. His expression turned serious, and he asked, "What form of existence are you in now? Are you still Yuri?"
"None of that matters. What matters is that I'm here to keep my appointment, but if you wish, you can continue to call me by that name."
Modi nodded, already having the answer in his heart.
Whether he is still Yuri or not, it is enough as long as they still honor their agreement.
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