Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest - Chapter 1871: The Greatest War Ever Seen

Chapter 1871: The Greatest War Ever Seen

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Elayne stood calm as she raised her hands. Her Domain of Life and Nature summoned the power of her Ancient Mythical Spirit Core. Titans, Gigantes, Cyclopes, Hecatoncheires, and countless other beasts and spirits manifested one after another, crashing against the armies of all humanity.

To anyone witnessing it, the sight was pure insanity. Hundreds of millions, no, billions, of warriors and beasts collided. Tanks rolled forward, bombarding Titans and bringing them crashing down. Spartans roared and charged, only to be crushed by dozens of Gigantes, yet they swarmed back in waves, impaling the colossal beings with hundreds of spears. World War I and II soldiers opened fire with rifles and missile launchers. Planes roared overhead, dropping bombs and atomic warheads as though they were on clearance.

It was utter chaos.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

“Hooh? Interesting!” Avenger remarked. “It appears Ruler possesses the power to summon the creations she birthed through myth and legend! Could she be the mythical mother of all life and nature? Gaia, the Greek Titan of creation? Master, are you certain you wish to oppose someone who shares your origin?”

“We Darkwood Fae were born from the fusion of demons, fae, and vampires,” Alice explained, her eyes glowing bright red. “Greek Goddess? Gaia? This is the first time I’ve ever heard of her. I feel no attachment. My family exists only to destroy humanity, those despicable beings who cannot care for the planet we all share. Do not worry. I will supply you with as much Mana as you require.”

Alice released an immense torrent of Mana from her body, so vast it seemed almost infinite. Elena stood frozen, mouth agape, staring at the apocalyptic scene unfolding before her.

“Mom, can we do something?!” she asked urgently.

“There is very little you could ever do,” Elayne answered. “This war far exceeds your capabilities. If anything, you must escape from here! I will open a path for you to flee. We are currently inside the Domain of that corrupted Mangaka Spirit, twisted by Avenger’s Domain into a reality-altering nightmare. That is how he unleashes such overwhelming firepower with almost no effort—aside from his master, who possesses an inexplicable quantity of Mana…!”

“Elena, you were a Master in this Holy War?” Maria stepped forward immediately. “I have a great deal to discuss with you, but… thank you for saving our lives.”

“I-I want to leave this placeeeee!” Alma wailed, completely terrified.

“T-This shit is ridiculous—we weren’t told we’d witness this level of war—Ahh, another nuke incoming!” Emily screamed.

“…!”

Elayne’s eyes blazed with bright gold and green light. In an instant, she unleashed a destructive wave of pure divinity that intercepted the atomic bomb and sealed it within a divine barrier.

BOOOM!

The bomb, capable of erasing an entire city, detonated inside the barrier and was slowly absorbed, completely erased from existence.

“T-That’s just insane, lady. You’re insane,” Erika said, stunned. “Y-You tanked a nuke?!”

“It’s magic, dear,” Elayne replied, offering Erika a gentle smile despite the fury she had shown earlier. “All of you must run to safety. Understood?”

“Wait, I can—” Harumi began, stepping forward to help, but Elayne stopped her.

“Assassin, please protect the children,” Elayne instructed.

“Understood.”

Dark purple lightning crackled around Harumi. A figure clad in heavy black samurai armor materialized, wearing an intimidating oni helmet.

“Woah?!” Matsuo gasped. “H-Harumi?!”

“You too?” Frank stared in shock. “I-I… I had no idea you were…”

“Yeah, sorry,” Harumi muttered. “I know we promised no secrets when we started our relationship, but… it’s complicated.”

“…Alright. You can explain later. We have to get out of here,” Frank said, glancing around. “You’re… Ruler, right? We’re not as weak as you might think. We can fight our way out too.”

Elayne smiled warmly at her daughter. “It seems you’ve found some reliable friends, Elena. Very well—I will open the path for you to escape!”

“But Mom, what about you?!” Elena asked, voice trembling with worry.

“Don’t worry about me,” Elayne said, winking at her. “It’s not the same as before, after all.”

“…!” Elena understood instantly.

Her mother was now a Heroic Spirit, or rather, a Divine Spirit. Death was no longer so simple. Elena also remembered that her mother remained anchored within her Spiritual Heart, manifesting through it as a unique vessel of power, a form of Heroic Spirit never seen before.

“Running away? Stop them,” Alice ordered.

“Yes, my lady.”

Avenger nodded and spread his arms wide. “Go, my children.”

From within the army, powerful Heroic Spirit-level manifestations appeared out of nowhere.

Leonidas the Spartan Hero emerged, wrathful and vengeful, corrupted by red magic circuits, screaming like a berserker. Behind him, the spirits of his three hundred warriors followed, ready to hold the line once more.

Lu Bu Fengxian, the Peerless General of the Three Kingdoms, materialized in a blaze of crimson fury. His towering frame was clad in ornate armor that gleamed like fresh blood beneath storm-lit skies. His halberd, Fangtian Ji, was already raised high. His wild, burning eyes locked onto the battlefield without a word.

Genghis Khan, the Great Khan, did not appear alone. He rode at the head of an endless vanguard. Spectral steppe winds trailed his horse as countless Mongol horsemen poured from rifts in reality, composite bows drawn, arrows darkening the sky like swarms of locusts.

Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, charged in furs and iron, his sword already slick with illusory blood. His Hunnic cavalry followed, a tide of pure savagery, smashing into Elayne’s summoned Titans with reckless fury, hacking at colossal legs and climbing like ants to gouge out eyes.

Alexander the Great appeared in Macedonian bronze, leading phalanxes that locked shields and advanced relentlessly, spears thrusting in perfect unison even as Gigantes crushed dozens at a time.

Timur the Lame, Tamerlane, limped forward yet remained unstoppable. Pyramids of skulls rose in his wake as his Timurid warriors carved through Cyclopes with curved blades flashing.

Shaka Zulu, the Lion of Africa, moved like lightning. His iklwa spear blurred as his impis chanted war songs, encircling and overwhelming groups of World War soldiers, turning gun lines into close-quarters slaughter.

Even darker echoes surfaced: Zhang Zongchang, the Dogmeat General, laughed maniacally as his chaotic troops, armed with whatever they could loot, fired wildly, adding sheer unpredictable madness to the fray.

Avenger watched it all with reverent joy, arms spread wide. “Behold, Master! The choir assembles! Every butcher, every conqueror, every betrayer who ever stained the earth red, they sing my hymn!”

Alice’s laughter joined his, high, ecstatic, and unhinged. “Good! Very good, Avenger. Drown the world of man in despair.”

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