Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Part 839: The Demise of Cain (4)
The Norborn Mountains—
Soggoth, leading a group of giant crawling monsters resembling peeled monkeys, advanced towards the Titan race’s territory. The climate in the Northern Territory was truly outrageous. One moment, the cold wind would sweep across the land, causing the temperature to plummet to tens of degrees below zero, and the next, blizzards and thunderstorms would alternate. Many of the Old Ones’ Retainers perished in the lightning and blizzards.
They might be monstrous, but they were still just flesh and blood.
Their only distinguishing features were their strangeness, difficulty to kill, and potent corrupting influence.
The Supreme Divine Realm had not yet been destroyed. Although the Crystal Wall System had collapsed, the world’s rules still held. Therefore, they were still unable to fully descend. They had to slay all the gods, eradicate the last vestiges of Cain’s rule-based power, then devour these rules, rebuild them, and lift the restrictions on the Material Plane before they could act with impunity.
According to their plan, they would first use countless players and Old Ones’ Retainers as sacrifices to descend with Incarnations of the Dominators. Then, using these Incarnations as a foundation, they would create more profound retainers and launch a full-scale assault on all races of the Cain Continent.
The Mage Empire of the South Continent, the Wintery Empire of the North Continent, the Titan God Race of the Northern Territory, the Elves of the Emerald Forest, the Naga sea tribes, the Orc Royal Court, the Gloomy region, and so on—all were targets of the Old Ones’ Dominators.
Only the Abyss was excluded.
The demons of the Abyss were themselves new races created from the remnant power of the Old Ones during the previous invasion of Cain, belonging to the forces of Chaos. There was no need to prioritize them in the attack. After Cain had completely fallen, they could slowly devour the Abyss.
The Dominators’ calculations were meticulous.
The more living beings died in the Material Plane, the weaker the gods in the Divine Realm would become. The faster the gods in the Divine Realm died, the closer the Dominators would be to their complete descent. This was a process of mutual convergence.
Soggoth’s mission was to capture the ancestral land of the Titan God Race.
At this very moment.
The faint dawn light suddenly vanished, and the gray sky was stained by a shade of night.
Soggoth looked up at the sky.
At some unknown time, a girl accompanied by a black panther had appeared high in the sky.
Her gaze was cold and sharp, filled with immense killing intent.
Stars permeated the sky, and the moonlight was hazy. She reached out and plucked a wisp of starlight, which transformed into a pale sword in her hand.
“Intruders, you should be on your way.”
Before her words fell, the pitch-black sky suddenly plummeted towards the ground, as if the entire night sky had flipped over. Countless starlight swirled and surged towards Soggoth. The starlight eventually condensed into a single point, transforming into the pale sword light in the girl’s hand.
With a single sweep of the sword, the night sky shattered, and the stars fell.
The Norborn Mountains were razed to the ground.
You Ye picked up the Chaos Origin and slowly walked into the night, her figure disappearing.
The Black Tide receded.
The entire sky returned to its usual gray hue.
The wind howled, and the snow continued to fall.
…
The hinterland of Dragonflame City—
Xi Wei stood in the high sky above Dragonflame City.
Dragonflame City was behind him.
The city he had once attacked was now his to defend. On the city walls, soldiers and knights watched the King’s back. Before him stood five supreme and colossal phantoms, and everyone held their breath for the King of Winter.
Xi Wei silently watched these five Old Ones’ Dominators.
The leading god wore yellow and was a giant wearing a ceremonial mask. His body almost reached the heavens. His dim yellow robes seemed to blend with the twilight. Beneath the robes was a dense black mist that instilled despair and fear with just a glance. This was the distant Feast-Master, the embodiment of pain and death—Hastur.
Beside Hastur stood another giant.
The White Silent God—Ithaqua.
His entire body seemed to be condensed from churning black mist, his eyes were fiery red, and his face was twisted and terrifying, like a stretched and deformed human face full of pain. He stood in the wind, his gaunt long hair dancing behind his head like flickering ghosts.
The remaining three Incarnations of the Old Ones’ Dominators appeared much more amicable.
The half-snake man with wings on his back, the Father of Serpents—Yig.
The colossal spider with a twisted human face, the God of Spiders—Atrakh.
The giant toad, walking upright with eyes covering its back—The Toad God, Tsathoggua.
These five majestic figures stood in a semicircle in the sky before Dragonflame City. Wind, flames, and thunder swirled around them. Black mist, filled with the aura of death, spread like tendrils, and the terrifying pressure made the air thin, even shattering the void.
“King of Winter, I didn’t expect you to be able to fuse with the Chaos Origin.”
The twisted human face of the God of Spiders spoke slowly, surprise appearing in its emerald-green compound eyes:
“Admittedly, you are a very peculiar being, but you alone cannot possibly thwart the Old Ones’ plan. In reality, the Cain God Race is almost at its breaking point… This world is destined to belong to the Old Ones. Why don’t you join us now, cast yourself into the Chaos, and roam the universe with the stars?”
As Atrakh declared this.
The dense army of cold spiders behind him raised their sharp forelimbs, emitting shrill hisses. A gust of wind arose, as if to tear apart the entire sky.
Xi Wei’s aura before the five Incarnations of the Old Ones’ Dominators was like a small boat in a storm, as if it could be swallowed by the boundless abyss at any moment.
Even so, he stood there calmly.
Ignoring the five Incarnations of the Dominators.
Ignoring the bright red HP Bars above their heads.
Where there was an HP Bar, there was a possibility of killing. This was universally acknowledged.
Furthermore…
A cold smile appeared on Xi Wei’s lips:
“I never said I was alone.”
He raised the King of Conquest Long Sword and planted it before him, his black cloak billowing in the wind behind him.
His eyes, eroded by chaotic power, spat black flames as he stared directly at the Old Ones’ Dominators.
With a clang, the sword blade struck the rock.
It was like a signal.
Gradually, illusory figures began to appear behind him.
Pale green divine vitality spread out. In this land corrupted by the Old Ones’ energy, suddenly, grass grew and orioles flew. In no time, a lush green grassland formed, and even the city walls of Dragonflame City were covered in vegetation.
In the center of the grassland.
A rose, as tall as a person, slowly bloomed.
Loli floated out from the rose.
Carrying a faint rose fragrance, she stood behind Xi Wei, holding the Heart of Thorns.
“Master, I apologize for being late… Sister Ruo Yi and I spent a little time helping Xing Hai ascend to godhood.”
“You’re not late.”
Xi Wei gently patted Loli’s head, his gaze returning to the five Incarnations of the Old Ones’ Dominators, his eyes growing sharper. He murmured:
“Everything is just right!”
