Chapter 1251 - 845: The Most Ruthless Evil God

Chapter 1251: Chapter 845: The Most Ruthless Evil God

The sky of the Blood Pit Fortress seemed like boiling oil into which a boulder had been thrown, violently twisting and shattering.

Kana and the silhouette of the Abyss Evil God had long since disappeared into the depths of the swirling maelstrom of frenzied energies, invisible to the naked eye.

Only the thundering roar shaking the Abyss and the bizarre energy spurts remained, mercilessly lashing the entire battlefield.

The power of chaos and his own power alternated continuously, clashing midway, with the residual forces spreading across the battlefield, influencing the situation and determining the outcome.

Yet even so, it was better to have the battlefield contained outside.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be an influence.

It would be a complete, indiscriminate annihilation.

"Damn insects! Do you think that binding the great Abyss’s claws means you’ve won?!" The Evil God roared with thick malice and a sulfuric stench, no longer simple language, each roar hammered like a solid heavy hammer against the fortress’s shield, causing the runes to flicker uncertainly.

This damned creature, even its roars carried ripping force, capable of tearing through space to transmit sound.

A born God.

Without a doubt, this Evil God was the living embodiment of tearing that rule within the Abyss.

For him, tearing was instinct, and every movement carried corresponding rule fluctuations.

However, at this moment, he was on the losing end, parts of him suppressed and cut within the mirror space mixed with space-tearing fragments, transforming into a black, viscous "blood rain" burning with a foul-smelling flame, pouring onto the fortress line.

These raindrops were not water but concentrated toxic sludge of despair.

After all, it was the flesh and blood of the Abyss Evil God, a concoction mixed with countless foul things.

A Night Watcher Warrior, who had just pierced the throat of a Horned Demon, was hit on the shoulder guard by a drop of "rain," and the solid refined gold alloy instantly sizzled with a piercing "zzzz" sound, emitting thick smoke as the flesh beneath began to dissolve, turn black, and rot.

The warrior grunted as the excruciating pain contorted his movements.

The will of the Night Watchers was absolutely resolute, so the pain must have been excruciating.

"Be careful! This damned rain eats through armor and spirit!" shouted a nearby veteran whose face was splattered with black blood.

He rolled to evade a larger splash of rain, kicking away a lunging Inferior Demon. "Damn it, this bastard’s blood is so venomous!" he muttered, tearing off his helmet to reveal graying sideburns and a pair of fierce eyes.

"Healer! We need Holy Light to dispel here!"

In the sky, Kana’s cold, emotionless voice pierced through the chaotic energy torrents, echoing clearly like a dash of icy order injected into the chaos.

"Resolution complete: energy attack mode - ’Soul-corroding Filthy Blood.’ A triple mix of Physical/Mental/Rule corrosion. Deploy protective force field - ’Pure Light Filter.’"

At this moment, even Kana’s speech seemed like a precision instrument.

In truth, it was not Kana who spoke, but the halo of data rules manifested behind his head.

This thing was equivalent to the core of a computer.

The next moment, the Iron Flower Structure that invisibly protected the entire fortress rapidly extended upward, forming an incredibly thin, pale gold light membrane shimmering with intricate network patterns.

The Iron Flower Structure deployed into the Abyss naturally had significant differences from the one outside.

Although both were constructed by Porter in Ring Tower City, Kana adapted it to certain modifications during delivery.

This enabled coordinated operations when exercising his divine power within the area of the Iron Flower Structure.

Now it was finally proving useful.

The effect was remarkable as the light membrane came into contact with the descending filthy blood raindrops.

The filthy blood did not explode, nor was it annihilated, but was "filtered" like water droplets on a hot iron plate.

The foul sulfur and corrosive force were silently extracted and decomposed, leaving only ordinary liquid with a trace of the Abyss’s stench, forming muddy puddles as they hit the ground.

Though still unpleasant, the threat was greatly reduced.

This was necessary.

After all, the Evil God was vast, even if unable to eliminate the opponent, the sheer volume of flesh torn from him was enormous, allowing it to be freely splattered would have unknown catastrophic consequences.

After all, one couldn’t expect to win only to face severe repercussions; that made no sense.

Kana wouldn’t swallow such a loss.

In his current icily calculated state, Kana naturally wouldn’t account for paying such a high price.

After all, Kana was Kana, now guided by reason with emotions taking a backseat.

The direction of his character, thoughts, and preferences wouldn’t change.

Payment wasn’t necessarily required.

A truly cold, data-driven machine would make absolutely correct choices.

The correct choice would be to disregard everything, focusing all power on dealing with the Evil God in front.

What Kana displayed with his complete divine power was not absolute correctness and ruthlessness, but efficiency and precision.

"Ha! That was a neat move, Venerable!" The veteran spat blood-tainted saliva as he looked at the ordinary droplets soaking into his armor with a gapped-tooth grin.

"This ’Filter’ seals their big mouths! Saves the brothers lots of armor cleaning hassle!" he said, quickly stringing his crossbow with calloused hands, aiming at a distant acid-spouting demon bat.

"Watch me shoot down that flying toad for a barbecue snack!"