CHAPTER 97: CHAPTER 95: APOCALYPSE ABYSS, TERRIFYING DIVINE WAR

Minis silently watched everything, the dramatic upheaval of the Abyss, and the fierce battle that made the whole world tremble. He could feel a grand and magnificent sense of heroism.

"It’s so brutal, but that’s what makes it good."

Unexpectedly, that mad dog-like Thunder Spider not only ambushed their aging Gods but also ascended to the Abyss Emperor, creating the Fairy God Aurora.

Clearly, it was meant to compete with their World Tree.

But now, as he watched the other side getting battered, he couldn’t help but show a hint of a smile:

"And that monster from the Crystal Wall Coffin attacking the Abyss World was obviously the Crystal Wall Coffin from the outside."

"The cemetery in Chaos invisibly influenced some creature in the Abyss World, turning it into its follower, its incarnation, attempting to invade the Abyss World and resurrect from the old days!"

That was his guess.

After all, it was so similar!

The two were almost identical.

"The mist in Chaos..."

At this moment, Minis was on full alert in his heart.

Could there also be a local creature here undergoing mutation that would turn into these monsters, plotting against their own world??

He was somewhat panicked.

His world couldn’t withstand such chaos.

"Even in death, the civilization of a Demigod is so terrifying...."

"’Fist’ Nokron can still be revived from the distant past, and the coffin of a Demigod in the Chaos outside causes mutations in the surrounding Crystal Wall World!"

This gave Minis an unparalleled shock.

Demigod!

A Demigod dead but unyielding?

The giant Divine Remains coffin of a sleeping Demigod outside the Chaos would twist and influence the perception of the surrounding worlds.

Causing organisms in nearby worlds to mutate and even become like it...

And how terrifying are those Ancient Gods?

It might truly symbolize the end of a rule of power, right?

Rumble!

A fierce battle broke out in the distance.

He looked at the combat power of the Abyssal Gods’ high ranks.

"Now, the Abyss, like us, has a minimum of Third Senses perfect life... Even the top Creation Gods have already reached the Peak of Four Senses, and they can enter Fifth Senses anytime, as long as they find a breakthrough."

"Fifth Senses still seems to be the watershed."

"After all, beings like us, who obtain fragmented Crystal Cores left by predecessors who broke through and died, are only incomplete Fifth Senses."

But, the universal Third Senses in the whole world isn’t that impressive.

Because the racial value of the Third Senses race varies greatly!

Third Senses is merely the starting point for a Creation race division.

Determining if you are a dragon or a worm.

"Can we take advantage of the mutual damage to launch an attack?"

Minis pondered for a moment.

After all, war has never been honorable, right?

Did Elis follow the rules when she attacked his Gods?

"But the possibility seems low."

He weighed in his heart.

In the current era, everyone has begun to utilize the power of the Giant God to protect the world.

And the world passage is so narrow, clearly impassable by the Giant God, if he went alone, no matter how strong, the chance of being surrounded by someone with the Giant God is very high.

He currently remained observant, watching as the tigers fight on the mountain.

"Looks like in the next era, I’ll have to find a way to research methods for forcing a Giant God through the world passage!"

He continuously pondered, secretly observing.

Rumble!

The battle still raged in the distance.

Elis felt distressed, with ninety percent of her means wasted; she could only engage in swordsmanship sparring with a Mage opponent using a snatched Crystal Holy Sword.

But her advantage gradually emerged, and she found a way to counter the opponent.

Technique!

Now armed with a weapon, she could employ the art of swordsmanship.

"Advancing the swordsmanship of the Fairy Race."

"Conducting force analysis during flight, optimizing the angles of sword moves!"

Inside her, the sages of the entire civilization were frantically deducing.

With the power of a great Abyssal Kingdom combined with the assistance of various biological intellects, Elis’s swordsmanship began to advance rapidly.

Psh.

The fairy danced in mid-air; the next moment, she became as graceful and diverse as a butterfly, rotating her body like the most elegant ballet dancer.

A sword danced up a storm.

Like silver light bursting forth, traversing the skies.

Like an eagle soaring high, the sword-wielding fairy girl spun and soared in mid-air like a snow lotus blossoming in the wind.

Psh!

A sword cut off the tendril reaching out from the opponent’s coffin, and their weapon fell.

"Are you kidding?"

Tukashi lost another weapon, completely unexpected that a seemingly weak airborne fairy girl could cut down his tendril and slash away his sword.

Furthermore, such rapid development in swordsmanship was impossible; what the opponent relied upon was the power of a civilization.

"Do you have another sword?? Care to bring out another one?"

Elis, in the next moment, sprayed web threads, turning them into cables stretching across the world, sitting on the thread.

She swayed in the air like a swing.

"For every sword you have, I’ll cut down one!"

Elis swayed, holding one Crystal Holy Sword in one hand, while fastening one to the ceiling using web threads.

After all, it was too heavy.

She could fly with one sword just fine, but two hindered her movements, so she attached the snatched one to the ceiling, lest he retrieve it.

Moreover, she didn’t take the opportunity to attack the opponent when their weapon fell.

Not because of martial virtue, but the opponent’s turtle shell was too hard.

"Heh... Technique, is it?"

Tukashi took a deep breath.

Inside him, the skeletal bones that devoured life, countless bones digesting, gradually synthesizing a third transparent bone sword harder than an Iron Beetle, pointed it skyward.

"Play-acting, I can learn any swordsmanship you research!"

Bang!

In the next moment, the longswords of the two figures clashed fiercely.

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

The swordsmanship level of the entire Abyss is rapidly elevating.

These two outsiders quickly reach world-class competitor level, even surpassing humans in swordsmanship.

Because their angles and strength are not typical of human skeletal frames, allowing them to wield bizarre moves.

They are already supermen, alien biology.

Bam!

Both sides focus on gentle swordplay.

Mysterious and swift, unpredictable, seemingly real yet illusory.

Elis sighed deeply, "Unexpectedly, the Thunder Hand has not emerged, and fairy flying swordsmanship... has become the main technique of our Fairy Race."

"Sword Return!"

In the next moment, she suddenly threw the sword out.

Yet the sword defied physics, turning to sever the opponent’s tentacle, and the fourth Crystal Holy Sword fell.

Tukashi’s heart skipped, suddenly realizing.

The sword was so bizarre, turning to launch a sneak attack, with almost invisible spider silk adhered, influencing its trajectory.

The opponent had clearly developed her unique fairy swordsmanship, coordinated with Thunder Strike, controlling its flight, coupled with web traction, making it unpredictable.

The Fairy God, Aurora, had become an unparalleled swordsman.

"No wonder the Monarch who ascends the Abyss... constrained ten or eight layers but still injures with the sword despite a weaker constitution."

Tukashi had just pulled out the fifth sword.

"Sword Weaving."

Aurora snorted coldly, strands of webs pulling the sword’s trajectory, ethereal and invisible.

Tukashi’s tentacles fell once more.

"Another one."

Elis reached out to catch another sword and stuck it to the ceiling again, "What will you do? The sword is in the sky; will you use a new sword to rescue these swords?"

Tukashi, not foolish, knew if he tried to swipe down other swords with his, extending tentacles long would inevitably allow her to sever them opportunistically.

Tukashi suddenly laughed, "I’ll let you have them, I can make more anyway."

He ceased fighting.

Entered the seawater directly, starting to swallow greedily, absorbing energy.

Below in Abyss City, countless citizens frantically wailed, screamed, and were mercilessly slaughtered, while Tukashi’s physique continued to grow.

"Damn! Instead, he goes to butcher the weak." Elis watched her expression drastically change.

It’s all her foundation since becoming the Abyss Emperor.

The hard work of being a wise ruler wasn’t about actual wisdom but accumulating power, advancing the era, fulfilling her ambitions.

Right now, this guy is carving her heart.

Without a nation, without the nation’s power, what could she use to breach the Crystal Wall?? What could she use to predict the future??

She immediately conveyed orders to the ocean below,

"Demonic destruction, the Abyss has become a restricted area, Abyss citizens must flee quickly, evacuate promptly!"

Fwoosh.

Fwoosh.

She suddenly sprayed immense spider silk, forming ladders to guide the ocean’s refugees.

The opponent’s foundation entirely depleted, needing energy and matter to forge any new Holy Sword, while she seized the chance to deploy guidance threads, not fearing being cut by the opponent.

Countless threads drooped, turning into pure white ladders.

"Help!"

"Run quickly!"

"Let me go first, you lowly folk!"

"Don’t cling onto my carriage, get off, hurry!"

This world was originally a web of tracks, countless residents drove specialized bone white carriages for riding the threads, frantically whipping beasts pulling ahead to climb the ladders, beginning their escape.

"Don’t panic, the track has reconnected! His Majesty launched webs again!"

In some cities, steam bone trains mounted on webs, station platforms thronged with people.

"Get out of my way, anyone blocking me will perish!"

Blood splattered, severed limbs strewn around, blood stained the station.

"Make way! Make way!" someone desperately shoved the crowd, lifting a child high, trying to climb onto the crowded train roof.

But in the next second.

Bam.

A massive shadow suddenly approached far from the station, writhing with giant tentacles.

"It’s the Demon Sword, Tukashi’s Demon Sword!"

Terrified cries echoed throughout the station.

The scarlet slimes squirting from the coffin continued to devour the whole Abyss city, streets, shops, buildings, folks.

Ah!!

The crowd was engulfed by the massive scarlet slimes.

The desolate battlefield echoed deafening cries and wails, the death-symbolized blood-red engendered sheer horror forever marring everyone’s heart.

"The butcher, the bloody butcher!"

People pointed upwards shouting:

"We will never surrender in this destructive war!"

"Our fury will summon the power of courage!! Verified countless times during the Battle of the Abyss!"

"All the children fallen in the war’s river of blood will culminate in new hope!"

Amid numerous cries.

A young hero emerged.

The skeleton mage confronted forward, furiously brandished the staff, "I am Aral, the Skeleton Chief Mage of this city, all of you move! Quickly onto the platform, board the train, head for the skies guarded by His Majesty’s Longsword~!"

This era isn’t devoid of heroes.

Though brutality remains their nature, they aren’t lacking zeal, standing as before during the Battle of the Abyss, blocking the cities’ forefront.

"For the Empire’s peace!"

"For the Abyss!"

The city’s Skeleton Chief Mage flailed the staff, behind him the whole mage cadre.

Their black cloaks concealed heads never bowed, swirling and fluttering amidst the seawater, akin to embattled wind-blown Empire flags.

Tukashi rolled forth, watching the young and enraged hero; suddenly, the gigantic red slime writhing trembled slightly, as if seeing that gentle child kneeling daily before the shops, talking to floor mats.

But he paused only for an instant, then swiftly engulfed the opponent within, decomposing into blood blossoms.

"Apocalypse saves the world!"

"Kill to save!"

"I want to see this world burn in despair."

Tukashi unleashed an invisible roar, rapidly obliterating the train to the sky, gazing far at the sky.

"Run! Run quickly!"

Only a handful of noble carriages remained maneuvering, following the sky’s tracks escaping the city, the terrified colossal beasts scuttled across webs, emitting immense mourning toward the sky.