Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1690 - 957: Divine Battle (Part 2)

An icy, irresistible force instantly locked Victor’s right wrist bone.

The chill of death suddenly froze him!

At this moment, not only was his body immobile, but even his consciousness and thoughts became very slow.

And the greater change came from the sword in his hand.

Gu Hang never thought that Victor could bring him any trouble. Victor’s combat power was perhaps comparable to the Bone Shattering King?

In any case, even if he was strong, he couldn’t be on another level.

However, those two sword strikes of his were indeed very fierce.

Any champion chosen by a god, or even a strong being at the Subspace Great Demon level, would disintegrate under that sword; even at the level of the Son of God or the top-level Divine Sovereign Demon, two sword strikes would leave them seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Unfortunately for him, he happened to run into Gu Hang, didn’t he?

But Gu Hang’s time was also limited.

Every moment he spent away from the Storm God Kingdom, no longer supervising the entirety of the Alliance, came at a cost — and that cost was the Alliance.

The risks of various chaotic corruptions increased a hundredfold the instant he left. In this short interval, possibly hundreds of Alliance officials had seeds of something waiting to bud planted in their souls. They might resist the corruption with their willpower in the future, but they might also step onto a path of no return due to desire, the pursuit of merit, health, knowledge… myriad factors.

In the hinterland of the Alliance, at the lower levels of those Nest Capital Worlds, perhaps many insane individuals were awakening at this moment. Perhaps they had figured something out and decided to do something big. In the next ten or perhaps several decades, that Nest Capital might face a cult developing in secret…

In any case, Gu Hang needed to hurry back.

But before that, the issue of Victor and the sword in his hand had to be resolved.

Gu Hang wasted no effort, and his Spiritual Energy probed inside the Black Flame Divine Sword.

His exploration was rather rough.

The Black Flame Divine Sword let out a mournful wail like the opening of the heavens! The sword’s body surged violently like boiling black flames, and the faces of billions of dying beings flashed rapidly in front of Gu Hang.

Even with Gu Hang’s ability, he was momentarily distracted.

When he came to, he realized that the sword’s body was originally transformed from the shell of an ancient fallen Spirit Race deity, and within it remained its final will.

At this moment, this will had been completely ignited.

It seemed to carry the shadowy side of the entire universe, deep sorrow, mad despair, eternal curses… many negative divinities, ultimately refined.

This was the true face of the Black Flame Divine Sword — the final container of the last desperate will of the fallen Spirit Race deity!

An ancient, non-human stream of overlapping billions of wailing wills crashed fiercely towards Gu Hang!

The final counterattack of Comoros’ residual soul had come!

The layer of tranquil obscurity surrounding Gu Hang shattered in an instant.

The space around the arm he extended to grip Victor’s wrist peeled away like fragmented mirrors, revealing the boiling void below that could not be directly viewed. At the edges of his figure, tiny ripples like water appeared, as if his very existence was quivering slightly!

The terrifying locking force on Victor’s wrist instantly vanished, and his frozen consciousness and body recovered. This was not his own power; at this moment, rather than him controlling the sacred sword, it was more apt to say the sacred sword was controlling his broken body.

He opened his mouth as if roaring, yet no sound emerged. The gap created by the burning of the sword’s original will allowed him to grip the hilt with both hands, thrusting the Black Flame Divine Sword, which carried the last hope and curse of his race, fiercely towards Gu Hang’s chest!

The blade of black flame, carrying the curse of the fallen deity, the wails of billions of Spirit Race souls, and Victor’s personal all-consuming deranged will, pierced Gu Hang’s heart without any deviation!

There was no sound of collision; at the moment the sword tip touched, time seemed to freeze.

The next moment, energy sufficient to burst a Star System exploded fiercely with the sword tip as its center! It was a pure rules-level outpouring, the ultimate curse of the Spirit Race deity manifesting against rebels!

The void shattered like glass struck by a giant hammer, with spiderwebs of pitch-black cracks madly spreading, devouring all light and matter around it. The closest alloy structures were as fragile as paper before this energy, twisting, melting, and vaporizing in an instant.

More terrifyingly, the barrier between the veils was completely torn open!

The veils were fragile, unable to bear such a massive explosion.

On one side, the torn veil revealed the star sea of the real universe, while on the other was a bizarre, malicious Subspace!

Though it was just a crack, in an instant, a pair of eyes most interested in Comoros turned to gaze over.

A lascivious laughter, very excited.

Comoros, hidden for so long, was finally found by Him.

Without a doubt, if this crack wasn’t closed immediately, Comoros would be doomed. The army of Slaanesh could arrive here in mere breaths, bringing the will of the Evil God, expanding the crack, and bringing every member of the Dark Spirit Race back to the Demon Palace to “enjoy the eternal dream.”

However, Victor already couldn’t care less.

Even how much of his will remained at this moment was questionable. The despair represented by Comoros was the most insane emotion, a curse heedless of all consequences.

The full-force strike of the Black Flame Divine Sword, with its storm of destruction, continued washing over Gu Hang’s figure, swearing to destroy him!

In that split second, a weak yet undeniable lightning flashed open at the core of the black flame.

The flow of time became disordered in the lightning.

Victor’s remaining consciousness was horrified to discover that the sacred sword, which he thought had already hit its target, was being… reverse-disintegrated from the tip by that rule lightning!

The cursed black flame rising from the sword tip wasn’t extinguished but rather retracted, as if in reverse playback;

The material structure of the sacred sword was forcibly restored to countless rare material particles it was made from, and further disintegrated into the most basic energy information flow at a more microscopic level!

This reverse-disintegration disregarded the resisting will of the sword, rapidly spreading upward along the blade!

The sacred sword, controlling Victor’s body, attempted to pull itself out, yet it couldn’t free itself. A massive force kept the Black Flame Divine Sword firmly “glued” to Gu Hang’s heart.

The Black Flame Divine Sword let out an unprecedented wail!

The core consciousness of Comoros struggled in its dying moments.

When the lightning was about to erode into the sword guard’s core, the viscous shadow essence, embodying the ultimate despair of the entire Spirit Race, suddenly contracted. Deep within the sword, the ignited, frenzied shadow belonging to the fallen Spirit God entered a complete and ultimate frenzy after continuous suppression.

It abandoned attacking Gu Hang, instead collapsing inward all its reality-devouring power — intending to drag the entire sacred sword and its internal residual will into mutual annihilation!

At this moment, Gu Hang’s left hand finally extended, fingers long and steady, lightly pressing on the final remaining hilt of the Black Flame Divine Sword.

Victor’s last fragments of will clung to this like a candle in the wind, along with the final will of the deity Comoros.

In an instant, the magnificent shadow of the Storm God Kingdom abruptly descended upon the hilt. Small as it seemed, it was a direct manifestation of the core of the divine realm. The light of countless Thunder Torch Towers stretched out like a starlight network within it.

The sacred sword’s remnant body, on the verge of completing its self-destructive process, abruptly halted its inward collapse.

The divine will boiling and roaring within the sword core was instantly pierced, bound, and dragged, with the viscous shadow essence containing the last despair and power of the Spirit Race deity being drawn out like a spine, transformed into a filthy black energy torrent, forcibly extracted from the sacred sword, and absorbed into the highest Thunder Tower of the divine realm.

Deprived of its support, the Black Flame Divine Sword completely ceased its self-destruction. There was no explosion, no energy release; the remaining hilt and blade quickly carbonized and disintegrated into basic inorganic ash, dispersing like bones dried for eons in the wind.

And Victor—the former overlord of the Dark Spirit Race ruling Comoros—had long since been completely drained and sacrificed by the sacred sword along with the shattering of his last will, leaving not even a speck of dust.

And Gu Hang’s right hand at this moment also touched the rapidly expanding void rift on the other side.

An invisible force smoothed the rift, forcibly redirecting the boiling Subspace Energy back, dimming the starlight of the real universe.

The formerly lascivious laughter suddenly turned into a malicious curse.