Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest - Chapter 1868: Unexpected Visit
Chapter 1868: Unexpected Visit
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“Hahahaha! HUHUHUH! Did you think it would be that easy? That it would end so soon?! I am my Lord’s First Creation! I cannot be defeated so simply, my dear readers!”
As he cackled maniacally amid the chaos, Maria stepped forward. Nightmare Energies fused with the raw power of Death surging inside her. Elena watched her rise higher and higher, manifesting a terrifying might she could only envy…
“How boring. Is that truly all you have? For a monster born from human creativity, you’re painfully cliché.”
“Eh?”
In that instant, Maria’s Army of Undead converged around her, coalescing into a colossal Death Titan radiating torrents of Miasma, Nether, Death, and Destruction.
“This is the power of Nightmares I command—the very Fear of Death itself. Can you withstand it, ’Mangaka’?”
“GRUUUOOHHHHHH!”
The Death Titan roared and swung its enormous claws, ripping reality itself apart. The world dissolved into a frenzied vortex of shredded paintings, torn drawings, and mangled caricatures—endlessly ripped, mixed, killed, and revived as the Mangaka frantically tried to cling to his crumbling domain.
Yet the absolute force of Death spread like black fog, annihilating everything it touched. The monstrous giants he conjured withered into meaningless scribbles and then vanished completely.
“A-Ahhh! W-What is this?! Damn it! I have to return to my master—this is absurd! I must tell him how strong they are—”
“And that’s where we end you!”
Two voices thundered from below as Elisa and Anna soared into the sky, astride the gigantic four-headed Kaiju they had wrested and refined from him—Obsidian.
Now crackling with golden and black lightning, its black-and-yellow-scaled body roared. Four beams of searing electricity erupted from its heads.
BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!
The Mangaka tried to defend, to melt into ink and flee, but the beams struck true. Frank and Matsuo appeared behind him, sealing his escape as a blazing sun slammed into his back alongside a barrage of thrusting celestial spears.
“M-MASTER! THIS IS…! A DRAMATIC END FIT FOR A VILLAIN LIKE ME! NOW… LET ME SCREAM IN AGONY AND DESPAIR! AAAAHHHHHH!”
Even in his final moments, the Mangaka refused to take anything seriously. He exploded and disintegrated simultaneously as his entire Domain fractured, shattered, and detonated in a cataclysmic blast.
BOOOMMM!!!
As the nightmare finally splintered apart and everyone exhaled in weary relief, they realized…
It was not over.
“Don’t tell me he’s still alive?!” Elena cried.
“No,” Elayne said suddenly, shielding her daughter with armor forged of spirit wood. “This is…! It can’t be! Another one?!”
“…Another?” Elena’s eyes widened as she scanned the surroundings.
Abruptly the world turned blood-red. Flames roared. The magic ink writhed and burned in torment, as though tortured and devoured from within by something far worse.
The entire landscape warped. Ruined cities rose. The screams of countless people echoed. Blood and corpses piled by the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions…
Thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of voices merged into one endless wail of agony and despair.
The Mangaka’s power—a Familiar tied to another Heroic Spirit—became corrupted by this darkness. He screamed in horror as a Concept beyond imagination began to consume him.
“AAAAAGGGHHHH!”
What remained of him twisted in excruciating pain, melting into a writhing mass of countless tormented souls, victims of agony, despair, and death.
Crimson flames erupted everywhere. From the cracked earth rose colossal tanks, shelling cities and slaughtering thousands.
Hundreds of thousands of armed soldiers marched forward, gunning down civilians and each other in a frenzy of gunfire, screams, blood, tears, and endless death.
“NO…! STOP…!”
“LEAVE ME ALONE…!”
“KILL MEEAAAAAGGHH!”
“MASTER, SAVE MEEEEEE!”
The Mangaka shrieked as his form warped and twisted into the palm of a figure who stepped from nowhere, emerging straight from a red void of infernal fire, as though he had walked out of hell itself.
He wore a black military uniform adorned with countless medals, a black mask concealing his face, and a peaked cap bearing a symbol that once plunged the world into terror.
His sharp red eyes gleamed beneath the pitch-black mask. His breathing was heavy. This was no mere military commander; this was something far higher.
He raised his hand, issuing the command to his troops.
“It is of utmost surprise to find you all gathered here for me. This will make things far quicker.”
His raspy voice carried mild irritation laced with dark satisfaction.
Planes screamed overhead, strafing the ground. Soldiers charged, rifles blazing hundreds of rounds. Tanks advanced, missiles detonating in waves of fire and shrapnel.
“W-What’s happening?! Are we on a battlefield? Is this a war?!” Elena screamed, sprinting across the burning ground as explosions thundered around her.
“No, this is… a Heroic Spirit?!” Elayne whispered in disbelief. “But how? How could a Heroic Spirit be born from such monstrous malice? An embodiment of everything deplorable in humanity… War?! A Spirit of War—no, what is this thing?!”
Even Elayne, Ruler of this Holy War, could not comprehend the warped existence before her. It belonged to the Holy War and was technically a “Heroic Spirit,” yet it was a corrupted monstrosity born from humanity’s collective suffering, grief, despair, and death.
If anything, it could only be called an “Evil Spirit”… or a “Demon.”
But the worst revelation was still to come.
“It isn’t originating from the Grail where Assassin, Berserker, or I come from…” she muttered.
“…? Come again?” Elena asked, eyebrows twitching in disbelief.
“There’s…!”
Elayne’s breath grew ragged as her divine eyes locked onto the demon—an avatar of all collective grief, agony, despair, and pain forged through humanity’s endless wars, hatred, and destruction.
“A second Grail. This Holy War has two separate Grails, interconnected!”
“…?!”
As the truth sank in, the sky warped further. Red infernal flames surged, consuming everything. Tanks, soldiers, planes, and more pressed forward relentlessly.
“Men! Drop the bombs.”
The commander—the “Heroic Spirit” himself—gave the order.
Planes closed in. Massive bombs plummeted.
“What are those?!” Matsuo shouted.
“What’s going on? Is this another painting-illusion world?!” Erika cried.
“Ah! A-Atomic bombs?!” Frank gasped as he watched the payloads fall.
Over a dozen of them.
“RUN!!!”
In raw horror and despair, Frank seized his companions and fled as far as he could. Maria reacted instantly, her shadows expanding to envelop her allies.
But Elena and her group could not escape. The blast radius of even one atomic bomb was immense. Fleeing from a single one was absurd, fleeing from dozens…
Impossible.
“Heh… Heheheh… HEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
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