Chapter 378 The Power of the God of Disaster
The army's advance was not fast, but this was a ninth-level world after all. The civilizations that came here possessed immense power, so exploring the universe was not a difficult task at all. A march of just over 10,000 kilometers would only take half a day.
But when they were about a third of the way to their final destination, the border walls, something terrible happened.
The land had been empty and quiet all the way, with no grass growing on it, but finally some activity appeared.
But it was not a real living creature. When everyone's eyes focused on it curiously and they saw clearly what it was, they all showed disgusted expressions on their faces.
Those were eight-legged spider bodies, carrying heads, crawling slowly on the ground.
Each of them was the size of a tire, with strong and powerful spider legs covered with hair, and heads in the middle that looked strange and bizarre, including the heads of demons, beasts, and cracked flower buds full of teeth. When they flew over the heads of these monsters, some of them even raised their eyes to look at them, which was really hideous and terrifying.
"What is this?!" The elven elder frowned in disgust and covered his nose after seeing it.
He didn't dare to complain to the gods, but he couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.
How could he not see that the strong power of death in these monsters came from the gods? So whenever he thought about being forced to believe in such a life, he felt like he was about to collapse.
In contrast, Titans like Winter and others, upon seeing these monsters, expressed amazement, even though they certainly didn't conform to their long-held beliefs. They exclaimed, "Is this the power of the gods? These beings violate the very laws of life; not even the God of Life could create them."
Only the Blue Star humans in the chariot spoke in confusion.
"What's the point of Boss creating these spider heads?"
"Yeah, it's slow and has low combat effectiveness. It's like they ran out of ink while building it, and it's a piece of jumbled stuff."
"You're right, they're just disabled little pieces of shit. You left the Level 8 world right away, but you didn't know that the death force left behind by the boss before he ascended also created a similar death field in the Level 8 world, where these things appeared. Research has found that they come from creatures with severely mutilated limbs. After resurrection, they simply press their heads on the spider's legs. They're quite cute, and they can even hug faces and bite people."
"That's really cute, can I keep it?"
"It should be possible, but there's no way to train them. They only listen to the boss."
"It's okay. When the war is over and I have some free time, I'll catch two and raise them. We're the boss's family, and they won't actually attack us. Maybe we can develop some interesting abilities from them."
"Now that you mention it, I'm interested too. And look at that spider with the flower head. As it crawls, the petals open and close. It's quite beautiful."
"Oh? Open and close?"
"No, don't even think about it."
"Forehead……"
Because of Wei Huan, the aesthetic tastes of all members of the Blue Star Pioneer Army were distorted.
What others see as bloody, hideous, absurd, and terrifying becomes interesting, even cute and beautiful in their eyes.
Even Mu Zhong took a fancy to a spider flower. Its petals opened and closed, and were black on the outside and extremely bright red on the inside. At the very core, there was a pattern of pink and yellow lines interwoven. It would look very beautiful if placed in a tea room.
I don’t know which ethnic group this thing originally belonged to. If we slaughter that ethnic group and produce it in a targeted manner, can we create more similar spider flowers and arrange them into a piece to make them look better?
The twisted aesthetics of the Blue Star Pioneer Army has not yet been known to other ethnic groups. As they continue to move forward and fly over the group of spider heads, the scene that appears in front of them is even more creepy.
It's the undead.
Undead spirits resurrected from the dead.
With the coming of the God of Disaster, his mere existence in the world and the natural outward expansion of the realm of death brought terrible natural disasters to the battlefield of all races.
Creatures that are contaminated by the death aura, those with slightly weaker strength, will be directly infected by the death aura and die. After dissolving into corpse water, they are resurrected with the help of the power of the gods, becoming monsters that do not know pain, cannot be killed directly, and only exist according to the will of the gods.
Even a powerful ninth-level challenger might be killed by his resurrected compatriots and then join in this carnival of the undead.
They had hideous faces, and they didn't recognize their relatives. They crowded together and moved slowly in one direction.
One mile, two miles... ten miles... a hundred miles, all of them were densely packed with such undead monsters, including a large number of beastmen, demons, and other strange tribes. Even the spiritual civilizations were not immune to the pollution of the gods' death energy, and turned into ghosts floating in the air or lying on the shoulders of some zombies.
They huddled together tightly, numbly following the team and moving slowly forward, as if they were sleeping. When the army flew over their heads, even though they knew it was the power of their own gods, many humans subconsciously held their breath for fear of disturbing them.
"Jennis! Jannis!" Suddenly, a moon elf fell from mid-air and pounced into the middle of the undead army. He hugged a moon elf who was also wandering among the undead, shook his shoulders, and shouted excitedly.
However, the Moon Elf he captured did not give any response. Even the dead undead around him, who were disturbed by his voice, were in chaos for a few seconds before quickly calming down.
As a member of the human race, although Wei Huan did not accept them as his followers, he did not have any hostility towards them. If possible, Wei Huan even hoped that all humans could unite and launch an attack to become gods together.
It is too difficult for the humans on Blue Star to become gods alone. Even though Mu Zhong is already working hard for it, everyone knows that the possibility of realizing the dream is very low.
The best way is to gather the abilities of the human beings in the three thousand worlds and attack the gods together, which will be more likely.
The actions of the Moon Elf did not provoke an attack from the dead undead, but he also did not get a response from his companion whom he called "Jennis".
Looking at his bewildered "companion", his excitement disappeared, his expression gradually became distorted, and suddenly he looked up at the sky angrily, accusing loudly: "God! Why did you kill him? Why!! He sacrificed himself to protect the human race!! Give him back to me!! God of Disaster..."
But before he could shout more, Ternas suddenly appeared beside him and slapped him, sending him flying.
Ternas said coldly, "That's enough! Stop saying these things that will bring disaster to our people. Janis is dead. The person in front of you is not Janis."
"He is! He is!" But the Moon Elf was so angry that he couldn't feel the Queen's nervousness. He accused, "I buried him with my own hands. He sacrificed his life for our human race. Why didn't I let him continue to sleep? Why did I wake him up? He is not our god! He is the God of Disaster, and he will only bring disaster to us!!"
Ternas was a step too slow after all. Before she could cast a spell to freeze the out-of-control tribesman, the tribesman had already shouted the most disrespectful words.
Feeling the pressure condensing from the sky and the undead suddenly looking over from all around, a terrible silence suddenly descended, and this space seemed to be locked.
Ternas's forehead was covered with sweat. Her body was unable to move. She struggled to speak: "My God..."
The god did not answer him directly, but the moon elf in front of them suddenly closed his eyes, fell backwards stiffly, and did not move.
The gods removed the power of death covering him, and corpse spots began to appear on his face, which had been dead for many days. Like other dead people, it would not be long before he would completely rot and completely dissipate between heaven and earth.
The Moon Elf, who had just been crying and accusing, stared at his rotting companion on the ground, tears still hanging on his cheeks. Surprise and astonishment, as well as regret, appeared in his eyes, and his expression gradually became complicated.
Ternas looked at the tribesman, sighed, and waved his hand to retract the corpse into the space. He said, "I will take him back to the eighth-level world and bury him under the World Tree. The merciful Lord Demon did not blame you for your unreasonableness. Let me tell you, all of our human companions will return to the royal city in one day. You will be responsible for bringing back a few people from each tribe to bury our companions again."
"Our companions don't need to be buried." At this moment, a beautiful female Winged Human waved her pure white swan wings and came before the two men. After bowing to Ternas, she said, "My people are the Winged Humans who never touch the ground. Only when we die will our feet touch the earth. We have spent our entire lives in flight, longing to be like the wind, never touching the ground. Thank you, Lord Demon, for blessing us with eternal life in this way. We will serve Lord Demon forever. Even if only our bodies remain, we will transform into hurricanes on the battlefield, sweeping away all enemies."
Then, with a crackling sound, a flash of lightning appeared, and the void was torn apart. A strong blue-blooded male human stepped out. After bowing to Ternas, he said to the Moon Elf, "The Demon Lord controls death. He not only grants eternal life, but also preserves the appearance of the deceased. My people are willing to follow the Demon Lord forever, waiting for the day when they are truly resurrected from the dead. Please, Master Elf, please don't meddle in our affairs."
The last impolite remark almost made the Moon Elf's nose twist in anger, and then he belatedly thought of a possibility.
Although the tribesmen resurrected by the Demon Lord are now just empty shells, no one knows whether they will have the possibility of being resurrected again one day in the future.
But if even the god of death is unwilling to forgive, I am afraid I will really disappear from this world.
Myself, what have you done?
"I..." He looked at Ternas hesitantly, wanting to say something, but found that he could no longer make a sound under the queen's cold gaze.
Ternas sighed and said, "Go, follow the will of God. As long as you let go of your prejudices, you will find the true way out sooner or later."
Mu Zhong saw this scene on the monitor and asked Wei Huan beside him, "Do they mean that you can truly come back from the dead in the future?"
"I don't know, but I think it shouldn't be a difficult thing. After all, Challenge the World can do it." Wei Huan was referring to the professional training ground for dancers. The most amazing thing about it was the resurrection ability.
"But the cost of resurrection is high. The energy accumulated through the daily prayers of over a hundred thousand shamans is only enough to resurrect a very small number of people each year."
"A mortal can do it, so a god should be even more so. I can't do it now because my Dao is only the Law of Death. When I comprehend the Law of Impure Earth, perhaps the day we've been talking about will arrive."
Speaking of the Law of the Impure World, it is one of the three major laws of the Death System. Comprehending one of them can make you a mid-level god.
Mu Zhong asked, "Now that you've achieved godhood, can you break through the bottleneck of the Divine Law?"
"I can feel that the bottleneck has cracked. As long as I explore it with peace of mind, I should be able to achieve something."
"That?"
"Not now." Wei Huan shook his head. "If I want to go into seclusion again, I'm afraid it will take as long as this divine breakthrough. I have a lot of things to do right now, so it's not suitable for me to go into seclusion, and I can't calm down."
Mu Zhong thought about it and nodded: "That's right, you should solve the problem here as soon as possible so that you can practice."
Then Mu Zhong looked outside the car, and Wei Huan also looked at the scene he had seen countless times.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the border wall. The tall white wall stood before them like a natural moat, reaching the sky so high that even birds could not fly over it. It was like a skeleton, with bone texture and countless holes densely packed on it that served as bullet holes. It was spewing out flames, firmly blocking the offensive of the undead army.
The undead army was not afraid of death. Their numbers were huge, like stacked ants, climbing up the wall, but they were unable to climb over the wall and were scattered by the powerful firepower.
Wei Huan's law of death gathered here, and the death energy turned into a thick liquid and gathered at an unknown depth in the ground.
The broken limbs and arms that were shattered into countless pieces fell back into the sea of death, where they were nourished by the laws and resurrected.
Kill them all and they will regenerate after being eliminated. This endless fighting method is so terrifying that you can only know how terrifying it is if you see it with your own eyes.
This scene was extremely shocking even to the humans on Blue Star who had followed the boss all the way into the "final round", not to mention other races.
The Titans stared at the scene on the white city wall in front of them, their scalps tingling. Just by putting themselves in the shoes of the defenders, they felt breathless.
He is indeed worthy of being the most terrifying God of Disaster. Even before he personally took action, his existence alone has caused these civilizations to suffer.
When the Sky Monks saw this, their expressions changed again and again.
The reason why the Sky Monks firmly support Lord Demon is because they highly approve of Lord Demon's fighting style of using offense instead of defense.
In addition, as short-lived humans, they are very clear that they and the Blue Star humans are the closest ethnic group. In this human alliance composed mainly of immortal humans and craftsmen, they should follow the Demon Lord and the Blue Star humans and work together to fight the future.
From a standpoint perspective, the Sky Monks and the Blue Star humans are absolutely in agreement. Of course, the stronger the Demon Lord is, the better. Now, seeing with their own eyes their former enemies being beaten behind the city walls and not daring to come out, seeing their cowardly appearance, all the Sky Monks had expressions of great joy on their faces.
With their uniform black battle robes, they have completely changed their Taoist and immortal look when we first met. They couldn't be more demonic, but out-and-out villains.
"This is just the Demon Lord's passive ability, yet it's so powerful. I'm increasingly looking forward to the day when the Demon Lord leads us to unify the ninth-level battlefield."
"That's right, I don't doubt that Lord Demon has this ability. Even if a god from the Divine Realm descends as an avatar of will, even a master god-level one would be unable to do anything to a true god at this time, let alone such a powerful God of Disaster."
"No matter how sharp a murderous knife is, it's useless if you can't cut it as long as you run fast. As long as we can wipe out the ninth-level world in these ten years, even if the Demon Lord leaves, it will take other races a long time to recover their strength. This is enough time for our human race to revive and maintain its advantage."
"Yes, I thought so too. Our leader was truly foresighted. He pointed out the key point from the very beginning and told us to stand firmly behind the Demon Lord."
"If we follow the Demon Lord closely, perhaps our leader will also receive his grace and achieve godhood, and our clan will ascend to heaven in one step!"
"Look, is that the Demon Lord taking action?"
As the conversation began, at some point, a kind of pitch-black birds appeared across the sky and earth. Their figures flickered, shuttling between reality and illusion, making "quack quack" sounds.
In the sky higher above them, there seemed to be a huge black bird shadow from outside the universe, projected on the gray clouds. Its body was so huge, with a wingspan of hundreds of miles, and the long feathers behind its tail dragged for hundreds of miles, its momentum was extremely terrifying.
When they came to their senses, they found that gray snow was falling between the sky and the earth. The snow seemed light and floating, but if they used their spiritual sense to perceive it, it felt like it was burned and they suddenly withdrew it in pain.
The cold, the scorching, the manic, the twisted, as well as the aura of corrosion and death intertwined together and drilled into the soul.
If this force had not been non-hostile and had simply wandered around in their sea of spiritual consciousness before dispersing on its own, if they had encountered the enemy today, none of these fools who rashly released their spiritual consciousness to sense the power of the gods would have survived.
But for those who practice other elemental laws, the gray snow particles are equivalent to poison. However, for all those who are contaminated by the power of death, these gray snows are a great tonic.
The lifeless undead that were attacking the city were already extremely ferocious, but after the gray snow fell, their overall spirits improved more than tenfold.
The pile of undead that had just been stacked up a hundred meters high on the city wall began to rush to a higher place rapidly under the ferocious momentum of these dead undead like they were taking drugs. They were two hundred meters, three hundred meters, five hundred meters away, and were rapidly approaching the top of the city wall.
Attacks of various colors were emitted from the ballistic openings of the city wall. There were fire attacks trying to burn the undead, and there were thunder attacks striking the undead. Occasionally, a huge force came, and the entire city wall shook, shaking off many undead who had climbed to high places with great difficulty.
The most effective of these are the holy attacks launched from some ballistic ports. The undead killed by the holy attacks are often purified and dissipated directly and will never be resurrected.
It's just a pity that although the method is effective, it will be useless in the face of the death power from the gods if you don't release the divine power to the best of your ability.
However, even if one could purify one undead, facing the undead as boundless as the sea, one would feel despair and would not be able to purify them completely.
It's all in vain. No matter how many undead creatures are killed or resurrected, there is only one final outcome, which is to be swallowed up by the undead scourge and become a part of it.
"Look outside the city! I see Titans! Are those damned humans attacking? We can't win with the power of the gods!"
"Think of a solution quickly, or give up blocking and leave here. Can this city wall really stop the human attack?"
"Damn it! Why did they have to possess the gods at this very moment? They're just a little bit away from annihilating the human race!"
"No! Isn't the real question why they came here? So many tribes joined the encirclement and suppression, is it because we are the weakest? We are the Free Alliance!"
"Damn it! We've been targeted by a god! And it's a disaster god! Why would a disaster god appear among humans? Why!"
"However, let's run away first. At least we can survive if we return to the eighth-level world. Once the city wall collapses and the boundary gate is destroyed, we won't be able to return!"
Before Wei Huan could do anything, there were already voices of retreat from the tribes behind the city wall.
This is exactly why Wei Huanming attacked him first even though he knew that the Freedom Alliance was the strongest.
If one of them were strong enough, a group that could represent the will of all, it wouldn't be called an "alliance." Any alliance represents disunity, a loose coalition that could easily be undermined from within.
Wei Huan is extremely good at active attacks. He grew up in war and nourished his divinity with blood. He did this to the Dark Beast Clan, to the Challenge World, and even to the interior of Blue Star.
Just like the Blue Star now, there is no so-called Blue Star Alliance, only the Blue Star Legion.
If everyone is strong, it means there will be no unity. Without an absolutely strong person, any form of alliance is doomed to disband.
When Wei Huan used his "fist" to press against the bone wall, exerting force bit by bit, before he could use all his strength, the opposite side was about to disperse.
But this is not the end yet. He just sent Sister Crow to strengthen the attack of the dead undead. Wei Huan did not even use one percent of his strength.
What follows is his real attack.
Then I saw the ghost crows all over the sky, croaking like dark clouds, flying towards the city wall. In the thick dark clouds, I could see tiny stars and faint green spots of light.
Finally, the first ghost crow flew onto the city wall. When the purifying light fell on it and completely purified it, an earth-shaking sound exploded.
The Hellfire Bomb, which had been sealed for 30 years, reappeared.
The power of the explosion shook the city walls, and the protective shield on the nearest trajectory shattered, exposing the enemies hiding inside.
It turned out to be a creature that looked like a fly, with a pair of huge compound eyes and wings on its back. It looked like an insect, but its strength was surprisingly at Sequence Nine.
In the past, creatures of this level on Blue Star were like world-destroying demons, and even mushroom bombs would be unable to do anything to them.
However, here, on this battlefield, it is just a cannon fodder!
The deathly energy seized the opportunity and rushed in, covering its mouth and nose and pouring into its body through every orifice.
Soon its wings began to shrivel, and the next second after its compound eyes lost their luster, black smelly water flowed out. Then its wings, its long legs, and its body melted like a candle, and finally spread out on the ground in a ball of black water.
But the next second, as the death energy gathered, a large fly that looked exactly like it crawled out of the corpse water. As the corpse water became less and less, its body gradually recovered.
Then, in the horrified eyes of his companions, he rushed over and killed it.
"Bang!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
More Hellfire bombs exploded in mid-air, easily tearing apart the Free Alliance's defenses and allowing the stagnant death energy to flow once again.
Wei Huan was just clearing out some of the inventory.
The actual performance is only 3%.
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