Chapter Ninety-Three: Sunrise in the East (Part Two)
That beam of “light” shot up into the sky, engulfing the army of chosen ones that were crossing the river. Their proud battle armor, imbued with the purification of demons, had no effect at all. Many of the chosen ones didn’t even realize what was happening before they sadly turned to ashes or mere shadows on the rocks.
The demons and the magical races, further from the explosion’s center, still had the ability to scream in pain. They were hurled into the air, limbs flailing in the searing space, ashes pouring from the gaps in their armor. Thousands of world-destroying troops were engulfed in gray smoke within seconds. An enormous fireball rose and rolled into the sky, transforming into a mushroom cloud. In a distant hilltop camp, mortals watched the fireball with curiosity, only to feel pain in their eyes.
The shockwave erupted, sweeping across the land and sky, scattering even the white clouds.
Countless demons and flying monsters were turned to dust, without exception.
Even the ancient dragons of the demons were unable to escape, despite being two kilometers away from the explosion point while trying to pursue the imperial army. Among them, some were unaffected by the violent shockwave. Those who dared to challenge its power were met with death.
The dragons were swatted like flies, knocked out of the sky and smashed into the ground, shattering the mountains.
The survivors of the imperial army scurried like mice into shelters, crouching on the ground. In front of the mushroom cloud, they surrendered completely, and thanks to the hilly terrain that weakened the shockwave, they were fortunate enough to survive.
But even the flags erected in the hills near the camp, far from the explosion point, were snapped and toppled.
In the distant high elf sentinel, the Osuan sentinel preparing for battle suddenly turned to look eastward, startled.
Next to him, several high elf mages simultaneously turned their gaze to the east.
A high elf archmage who had studied divination for over five hundred years held a crystal ball in hand, attempting to divine the future, but screamed in horror as his eyes burned. The crystal ball fell to the ground and exploded, shattering into gray ash and emitting steam.
“Don’t divine!” He covered his eyes and shouted, “East! East! There exists an incomprehensibly powerful force! I fear it may even surpass the Four Dark Gods!”
“What’s happening? Isn’t that the Old Continent over there?”
“If I’m not mistaken, that group of short-lived beings definitely can’t withstand the world-destroying army and has no value as allies.”
“Stop!” The Osuan sentinel raised both hands and said, “No more guessing; I know what’s going on.”
Everyone looked at him, curiosity gleaming in the mages’ eyes.
“My daughter and her allies have come to me to plan a secret operation that requires the magical power of our race,” the Osuan sentinel explained. “It seems they have succeeded. The world-destroying army will surely be reduced to ash under this power.”
“What artifact is it? It seems we still rely on our race’s magic.”
“If you were to wield this power, you wouldn’t have to worry about how to defend the Desert Source,” the Osuan sentinel said coldly. “It comes from another world… a creation of humanity.”
“Humanity?”
In the demon realm, a palace set for the negotiations of the Four Dark Gods.
Here, the four gods, who often fought amongst themselves, were compelled to negotiate and compromise.
Nagou turned his head, still gazing at the plagues list filled with seventy-seven thousand seven hundred seventy-seven diseases. He recalled the day when his garden was lush and vibrant. The warm plague nest blew with putrid bacteria—
“Kill! Chop! Stab!” The Blood God continued to wave his fists. “Chop! Chop! Why hasn’t it been chopped yet?”
After droning on for thirteen hundred words, Nagou exclaimed, “I turned my head! Hey, where’s my goddess? So small, where’s that big healing spell? Why can’t I see it! I need to spread plagues in the mortal realm; who should I feed the soup to?”
The Avatar of Lust was admiring himself in a mirror, chuckling stupidly and occasionally licking his own muscular chest.
The Lord of Deception continuously changed forms, occasionally emitting bursts of laughter.
“Crush! What are you? A fur-covered beast?” Nagou slammed his fists on the giant table, causing all the maggots on him to jump up. “I know! It must be your fault! Including this time! There was once a perfectly good mortal, she was pitiful and kind. Originally, I wanted to persuade her to join our loving family! But what about you? You were scheming behind my back. Your twisted and distorted champion named Jima actually interrupted me!”
“Don’t be angry,” Lust finally put down the mirror.
“Jima is a good girl. I really like her. She’s fake, beautiful, lazy, and can even fart. Isn’t she better than the eternal chosen ones we have now? It’s time for a second eternal chosen one.”
“I will never bless her, absolutely not!” Debasement angrily pounded the table, causing his flabby flesh to jiggle. “She’s filled with hate from head to toe and even deceived my kind and pitiful self into personally killing my children!”
“Kill! Chop! Stab!” The Blood God continued to watch the mortal realm, observing a war unfold. He looked at his favored champion and slashed himself again!
“If you’re lucky, you might find your goddess,” the Lord of Deception said. “I could weave a slight twist of fate for you—”
Debasement shouted, “I knew it was your scheme! A conspiracy!”
“I’m just introducing you to an interesting demon, one that constantly brings novelty and change.”
The Lord of Deception smiled. “She is full of surprises; her name is Jima.”
“Boom!”
The entire palace suddenly shook.
The Blood God, who had been gazing at the mortal realm, turned his gaze back. The four gods all fell silent, and all felt a shocking explosion. At the same time, they sensed that their great demons had lost contact, even their souls could not be found.
“Falling star? No? What is it? Is it her? Jima?” The Lord of Deception’s four hands slowly clapped for Jima. “The main force of the world-destroying army is gone, it’s gone! Hahah, what a surprise!”
“Bang!” The Blood God erupted in fury, slamming an axe onto the round table. “You despicable one! You’ve disturbed a massacre feast! I will crush Malus! Sooner or later, he will chop you all down!”
With that, the Blood God exited the palace and returned to his bronze throne.
For several generations, the mushroom-shaped cloud was gently descending from the sky.
The imperial emperor looked at the mushroom cloud and finally couldn’t help but cover his eyes, stealing a glance from afar.
So spectacular, everything was worth it.
He and the Death Claw had run far away, hiding behind the mountains, taking refuge in a cave to avoid the shockwave.
The surrounding trees had all been broken and fallen to the ground.
Even better, the Blood Dragon Knight Duncan had vanished without a trace. He must have been completely overwhelmed by the “Power of Terra.”
The imperial emperor took a deep breath, relaxing his mood.
Although George had told him about the radioactive dust, as long as the dosage wasn’t too large, he should be safe from immediate death.
He didn’t believe he could live to an old age, or even make it to next year.
Death Claw trembled, fearful of the mushroom cloud forming in the sky.
The imperial emperor comforted it a bit and climbed onto its back, eager to return.
In such a terrifying scene, the unprepared imperial army was sure to panic and lose their discipline and organization. As emperor, he needed to explain and soothe them.
Dressed in imperial attire, he flapped his wings and flew into the sky. His broken wings flapped and contracted, slowing down.
While he was contemplating how to find someone to heal Death Claw after returning, a powerful gust of wind suddenly struck.
He quickly pulled on the reins, and Death Claw suddenly rose high, dodging the attacker.
It was none other than Blood Dragon Knight Duncan.
He stood on the dragon’s back, facing away from the emperor, with only half of the zombie dragon visible.
“This is a warning for you. By the name of the Blood Dragon family, I will kill you fairly!”
Blood Dragon Knight Duncan turned around. His helmet was gone, revealing a skull with only half of his hair left, his face devoid of nostrils, one cheek torn, exposing two rows of shiny teeth.
“Look at me without losing a single hair, glaring with wide eyes, your legs trembling. Haha, this is our powerful blood magic at midnight.” He pointed at the mushroom cloud behind him, “Although you arranged for people to imitate the sun and detonated a sun, to eliminate me was indeed a lot of trouble.”
“But against me, who can defeat Sigma, it’s simply useless. Even if my dragon has only a head left, I can revive it!”
The anguished emperor was both nervous and enduring, facing Blood Dragon Knight Duncan with his half-bald head. “I’m in a hurry! You dead man, either escape or I’ll send you to the grave.”
“I said all this just to make you understand clearly. The zombie dragon beneath Blood Dragon Knight Duncan turned half a circle to face the imperial emperor. “To overcome the blood sea curse of blood for blood, I single-handedly killed the giant dragon! Now, to break the curse that our race can’t defeat Sigma’s people, I will take your head!”
The emperor was extremely tense, with Death Claw injured, he had no chance to escape.
But now he had no choice. He raised the Sigma Warhammer, and it immediately emitted a pure golden light.
Seeing this, Death Claw inhaled deeply and charged at the zombie dragon.
The agonized emperor shouted, “By Sigma!”
Blood Dragon Knight Duncan, riding the dragon, leaped in to attack as well. “Ha! This is it! Sigma did the same back then!”
The two flying behemoths passed each other.
The imperial emperor had a spearhead embedded in his arm, and even more terrifyingly, Death Claw was streaming blood, dragging him down toward the ground, powerless.
The imperial emperor’s face turned ashen. He felt utterly useless; clearly, the opponent was weak, clearly this was the best opportunity, yet he could only swing a hammer without making much impact… so weak.
“So weak, so easy. Is this truly the day of the decisive battle I have been waiting for a thousand years? It’s so easy that it doesn’t inspire any pride at all.”
Blood Dragon Knight Duncan murmured to himself, white smoke rising from his chest and drifting to his face. He continued talking to himself:
“That warhammer only grazed my chest plate; not a single rib broke. This injury isn’t serious at all.”
Invisible flames spread within him, reaching his shoulders, and white smoke emitted from every crevice of his armor.
The zombie dragon beneath him was disintegrating, its zombie flesh turning to dust, its bones collapsing. A segment of Blood Dragon Knight Duncan’s armor fell off, leaving it empty inside.
He was left with only a neck and a head, plunging towards the ground, his neck disintegrating into ash, spreading upward.
“Just a small injury.”
The whole head turned to skull and, in the end, combined with the dragon bones, gradually turned to ash in the wind, scattering with it.
He ultimately failed to break the curse of the welcoming knight.
