Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 812: Siege
The appearance of the Old Ones was inevitably accompanied by a large number of Old Ones’ Retainers, even if these were merely incarnations summoned by their retainers through sacrifice.
Clearly, the Old Ones had not yet broken through Cain’s Crystal Wall System, but they were already impatient for this delicious world.
Black and red armies spread out around Gatanothoa and Bagh-Shas.
Dense, noisy howls echoed from the sky. Silver figures were obscured by a cloud of flying monsters, revealing only their ferocious heads, their eyeless faces peering into this land that should have been peaceful and serene.
At the forefront of these monster legions were Bagh-Shas’s retainers – creatures resembling ghouls.
Closely following them were Gatanothoa’s retainers, a group of bizarre creatures with worm-like heads and human bodies. They moved on two thick tentacles, their speed not slow. Where their arms should have been, they extended “hyphae” entwined with flames; these hyphae, like ants’ antennae, served as their eyes.
The retainers advanced in disarray.
As they walked, they emitted repetitive, cold, and twisted gibberish.
Everywhere they passed, they left behind a foul-smelling black oil. Bubbles churned within the black oil; when these bubbles burst, they sprayed pitch-black poisonous fog in all directions.
“Ridiculous. Do you intend to deal with me using only these retainers?”
The knight in black armor sneered and then drew his sword.
*Voom—*
All other sounds were drowned out by the sword’s hum.
The Old Ones’ Retainers froze. Even their corrupted and fallen minds paused, filled with intense fear. They stood still, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the sky.
Because the sky had turned black.
This was not the darkness of a cloudy sky, but a complete absence of light, an ultimate darkness.
Yet, within the darkness, a light began to spread.
As the King of Winter raised his long sword, that light found its destination.
It spread along the blade, drawing a brilliant vertical line across the darkened sky.
All living beings within dozens of miles around saw that line traversing the entire sky.
Even at the city walls of Kairid Royal City, the Pope and King of Kairid, who were fighting the Old Ones’ Retainers in a bloody battle, widened their eyes in astonishment.
At one moment, that vertical line suddenly became even more dazzling, and propelled by Divinity, it smashed down towards the surface.
It cut through the sky, stirring the sun, moon, and stars.
The corrosive black clouds brought by the Old Ones’ Incarnations melted the instant they touched that light.
Then, the vertical light suddenly exploded, transforming into countless rain of light. Ten thousand meteors streaked across the black curtain, a breathtaking spectacle.
The King of Winter stood beneath the meteor shower, suspended in mid-air, on par with the three Old Ones’ Incarnations. A pair of light wings behind him gently beat, and his pitch-black armor was half shrouded in dark mist, half burning with scorching holy flames.
The light rain and meteors landed, and the Old Ones’ Retainers were slaughtered.
Although an endless stream of Old Ones’ Retainers continued to emerge from the sides of the Old Ones’ Incarnations.
But this one strike had clearly told the three Incarnations – bring out something real.
Moreover, those Old Ones’ Retainers had completely lost their will to fight.
Looking at the sky illuminated by the meteor shower, the fallen creatures with muddled minds finally seemed to regain a sliver of clarity. Many ghouls retreated fearfully, watching the king in mid-air step by step. The worm-headed retainers became restless; caught between the will to attack instilled by Gatanothoa and their fear, they even crazily tore off their own heads, as if detaching their heads would relieve them of their dilemma. The bat-like retainers in the air fared even worse; the mere act of making eye contact with the King of Winter was enough to fill them with terror, causing them to fall from the sky like dumplings.
“Charge!”
The knight in black armor roared.
Tu’orgas appeared beneath him, raising his head and roaring.
The Old Ones’ Retainer Legion, which had just begun to muster some momentum, was once again struck with terror. They ran forward amidst the Old Ones’ gibberish, only to be pressured by the knight’s might into wanting to retreat, ultimately only able to spin in place.
But they no longer had to make any choice.
Because the Lion God, carrying the knight in black armor, charged forward with steps like thunder.
Tu’orgas was not large in size; compared to the Old Ones’ Incarnations, it was like a kitten.
However, to these Old Ones’ Retainers, it was a colossus. Such a charge by a giant beast was fierce and unstoppable.
Every pounce of its body broke the sound barrier, its form creating thunderous explosions as it rubbed against the air, generating rings of white shockwaves. The moment these shockwaves hit the ground, they kicked up towering dust clouds. Soon, the white shockwaves were contaminated by severed limbs and arms, turning into dirty blood-red, followed by blood rain, leaving behind a cleared area.
The King of Winter’s combat power surprised the three Old Ones’ Incarnations, and at the same time, they felt provoked.
They had initially planned to trap and toy with the King of Winter to death using the Old Ones’ Retainers, but now it seemed completely impractical.
Those weak Old Ones’ Retainers could not even get close to the King of Winter, let alone spread contamination.
Bagh-Shas was the first to lose patience and act.
“Hiss hiss hiss—”
Countless dense tentacles extended from the corrupted flesh wall.
They converged into a single point, like an old tree root covered in countless tiny rootlets. They retracted like springs and then shot out with immense force, tearing apart space. Where the tentacles passed, they left behind black hole-like, massively collapsed spaces filled with void storms. Countless Old Ones’ Retainers, unable to avoid them, were instantly pulverized into dust upon being swept in.
Void Tendril.
This was considered a relatively powerful ability for Bagh-Shas’s Incarnation.
As long as the King of Winter was touched by this Void Tendril, even the hardest substance would be shattered into dust.
However, Xi Wei, the king riding the Lion God, ignored the incoming Void Tendril. His gaze swept around in a hundredth of a second, landing on the other two Old Ones’ Incarnations, guarding against any sneak attacks from them. However, they made no move, merely watching.
Did they despise him?
Good.
Xi Wei raised his sword.
*Clang—*
The sword hummed.
A potent killing intent permeated the sword, even dyeing the entire King of Conquest Long Sword an inky black.
Death Divinity was infused into it.
Even Bryant within the King of Conquest Long Sword could not endure the extreme Death Divinity, emitting a pained dragon’s roar.
At one moment, the knight in black armor swung his sword.
The blade grated against space with a sharp, almost distorted screech.
A dark, arc-shaped streak of light swept diagonally from left to right, like a whip lashing out, striking the Void Tendril. It instantly severed the “dead line” of the Void Tendril. The attack, which the Old Ones’ Incarnation prided itself on, was cut into countless fragments. The icy Death Divinity, wrapped around these fragments, condensed into pitch-black ice crystals that splashed outwards, instantly clearing another group of Old Ones’ Retainers.
And Xi Wei had already broken through, piercing the blockade of the Void Tendril and arriving above Bagh-Shas.
The Lion God raised its claws, and the king’s roar echoed through the sky.
“Die—!”
