Chapter 614
Blood Rain of Judgment
It seemed that due to the absence of the Hourglass’s influence during this Ascension Ritual, the Night Demon summoned by Eivass did not suffer the same combat restrictions as it would in the Material Realm.
Eivass did not enter himself, but instead hovered high above, overlooking the earth.
In an instant, the Night Demon shattered the great door and charged into the shrine.
Eivass naturally could not see what was happening inside.
But he could get a little glimpse!
Within Eivass’s right eye’s field of vision, the shrine immediately emitted an ominous red light. Several red flames then flared up intensely, followed by an even more exaggerated black vortex that suddenly expanded, swallowing the flames.
Roars, clashes, and screams mingled together, followed by the sounds of limbs being torn apart and bones bending and shattering. In the end, only horrifying, dense chewing sounds remained.
“At least… kill me…”
“No, it’s fine. It’s just falling from a height of thirty meters.”
As for the golden-haired, long-eared meat person from the beginning, he did indeed fly in the air, indifferently watching all of this.
His heart panicked, but he still gritted his teeth and cruelly launched an attack.
The wings retracted slightly, then suddenly opened!
But for him, this was far from enough!
That was the “Silent Curse.”
Just like that, several layers of curses entangled his body.
He looked around and finally saw where the elf had stopped.
It wasn’t that he had lost his hearing; it was that all the giants were already dead!
“Haaaargh…”
Two consecutive attacks were like plunging into the sea. He maintained his airborne posture, briefly hovering in mid-air.
With a *poof*, the detestable elf turned into a cloud of blood mist!
“—What are you doing!”
His pupils were blood-red, his body exuded a blood aura, and he charged at Eivass like a mad dog, wielding heavy war hammers.
Suddenly, a gray shadowy wing appeared in front of him, bending to block his attack.
Within the gathering point, the humans watched all of this in terror.
“Fifth Tier… are you the strongest here?”
He decided to charge again!
—The ground cracked and shattered.
The ground rumbled as if from an earthquake, but his legs did not waver at all.
If the enemy were on the ground, the supplementary effect of this blow could have unbalanced them.
So he swung his hammer again, smashing down with great force from above!
The blood rain falling on him suddenly felt several times more painful.
But as the middle-aged giant staggered, trying to stand up, his legs suddenly gave out, and he knelt on the ground.
He swayed, trying with all his might to stand up.
An impact of this magnitude was nothing to him. It was even less significant than the continuous damage caused by the blood rain.
His skin became dry and withered, and his breathing grew rough.
Under Eivass’s right eye’s gaze, the building, which had been shining with blood-red radiance, visibly dimmed, leaving only dark smoke inside.
But the elf was more than thirty meters in the air—
He bared a cruel and savage smile, roared loudly, then leaped high into the air, smashing down at the elf riding the flying horse!
In mid-air, the giant swung his hammer down with immense force, smashing towards the opponent!
As the hammer came down, there was a terrifying crushing and sizzling sound. But the opponent merely swayed in the air, showing no reaction.
That seemed to be a small meat person. She softly sang a song in a language he couldn’t understand.
Subsequently, other people charged over and wrestled with that giant.
However, a small number of giants also broke out.
Not far away, a short, pale undead person was smirking at him, gently patting a ball.
It was only then that he realized how silent the surroundings had become.
Like a ping-pong ball being hit hard, the middle-aged giant was directly sent flying, ricocheting forward and slamming heavily onto the ground!
A cloud of smoke rose, and his body bounced repeatedly like skipping a stone. In the end, his curled-up form dragged a long trace across the ground.
He walked towards his weapon—but as he walked, his flesh fell off piece by piece, melting into liquid.
An old giant’s roar awakened the middle-aged giant.
But the next moment, he was filled with dread—
Those irresistible, unyielding “Giant Gods” dissolved one by one in the blood rain. Black shadowy feathers drifted in the sky, and the ground was littered with giant skeletons.
But the elf merely looked at him coldly, neither fleeing nor evading.
But they hadn’t even reached the shrine before they all died under the blood rain’s thousand cuts, turning into piles of white bones.
The middle-aged giant in mid-air roared again, his body, already at its limit, exerting force out of nowhere. He also brought down the giant hammer held in his other hand!
This was an attack so powerful that it could instantly carve out a canyon if it landed on the ground.
His blurry vision could only see the demon in the sky extending a hand, pointing at him, and whispering something.
—It was the demon who had attacked the shrine before!
A middle-aged giant, about five meters tall, roared furiously, “What have you done!”
Immediately after, he saw another raging giant roar and cleave the head of the old giant, who had just awakened him, directly off with an axe!
He tried to roar, but found his throat had become hoarse, unable to speak. His once loud roar, capable of vibrating rivers from afar, was now so faint that he could barely hear it himself.
The middle-aged giant stood up, swaying and using all his strength.
But his charge was unstoppable—he casually flung a fellow clansman aside with a hammer blow, his chest and shoulders twisted, his bones deformed and protruding. He fell to the ground, twitching, while others tried to realign his bones.
—He didn’t dodge.
“Haaaargh!”
As he broke charge, a raging fellow giant tried to intercept him.
But he found his vision suddenly change—what was in front of him was not the elf on the flying horse at all, but another giant, slightly shorter than himself!
If this blow had been blocked, an ordinary warrior would likely have been exhausted.
He endured the pain of the blood rain flaying his flesh and blood, raising his head hazily.
As if seeing the dark meteor smash into the shrine, a giant, fueled by hot-blooded rage, roared and charged out.
—They began to kill each other like this!
Was he being controlled by sorcery again?
The middle-aged giant paid no attention to the other’s question.
The next moment.
“You return… fight…”
“…What kind of sorcery is this!”
And as his charge reached its end and he launched his final blow, the ground beneath his feet cracked for the second time, continuing to fragment—this was not a recoil, but the power of the earth being continuously drawn from its depths!
Thus, after the ground collapsed three times in succession, he suddenly leaped up, exploding along with the scattered debris.
—Curse of Weakness, Curse of Blindness, Curse of Blood Burning, Curse of Stone Lungs, Curse of Aging.
—Who cares if he’s a fellow clansman or not, as long as everyone here is killed in the end, there will be no more fellow clansmen!
By the time he reached the end of his charge, the entire earth had been trampled to pieces by him. The ground looked like a ferocious gully; another rain would form a river.
Immediately after, he coughed up a mouthful of blood—his internal organs felt as if they were being burned by fire.
He must also be controlled by that sorcery! He thought.
He leaped high, swinging his right giant hammer down with force!
But what angered him most was that the two of them didn’t even finish him off and simply flew away!
You can do it—kill me yourself!
Let me feel your power, let your power tear my body apart!
Tear me apart with your sword, your wings, your claws and fangs!
“Return…”
“You long-eared meat person!”
The elf suddenly spoke.
His limbs became weak, and his vision turned dark and blurry.
Those giants who had reached Fourth Tier and above possessed extremely vigorous life force—especially those who had specialized in warrior-class professions. Even under the blood rain poured by the Sixth Tier Night Demon, they would not die immediately.
The intense pain in his back became more pronounced. The middle-aged giant roared in anger, his already purplish muscles bulging again.
In his eyes, the elf seemed to have no reaction at all, only belatedly turning his head.
He swayed, turning into a standing skeleton. Then, he was blown apart and collapsed by a black storm.
The giant’s head had been smashed by his own hands!
—Earthrending Strike!
But even with this second hammer blow, the wing only sank slightly further.
—Earthquake Strike!
A yellowish-brown halo enveloped his giant hammer.
The giant felt fear and subconsciously took two steps back.
The last time he felt such fear was when he fought a dragon.
It looked like the end of the world…
But, but…
These “domestic slaves” who were being raised, were unharmed by the blood rain of judgment themselves!
—That is the end of the Giant Gods!
(End of Chapter)
