Chapter 1268 - 853: Chaotic Slaughter

Chapter 1268: Chapter 853: Chaotic Slaughter

Tariel Continent.

Expedition Frontline.

The battlefield of the three-way conflict.

Light Guardian—Expedition Team—Sector D2-4, just experienced a small skirmish.

The scorching tail flames of the magic energy explosive shells had not completely dissipated, and residual energy crackled near the hot cannon muzzle.

The air was filled with the chaotic mix of void, chaos, and order magic power, making the whole environment somewhat bizarre, with disoriented light in the air.

A few seconds ago, three Void Claw Beasts, resembling moving piles of minerals with flickering irregular crystal clusters, were still howling and charging at the front.

Now their remnants were smoking with twisted black smoke, scattered on the scorched earth dozens of meters away, with their crystallized limbs still twitching reflexively.

But this only lasted for a few seconds, before their bodies turned to ash and vanished.

This signifies the true demise of these Void Combat Beasts, becoming experience and world-needed energy.

"Group C! Quick! Right flank! Open gap on the right!"

A human shield warrior with a soot-covered face and missing half of his helmet chin guard hoarsely roared, his massive tower shield edges chipped in several places.

Essentially, datafication of weapons should not have such occurrences, but just like being hit by void creatures reduces the maximum life value, weapon datafication can also face such situations.

Moreover, weapon datafication is harder to recover than physical injuries.

A weapon under datafication attacked will lose durability, and on the surface can maintain its intended effect, continuing the battle.

But when encountering void powers causing destruction, this rule does not exist.

In gaming terminology, void attacks can be understood as having a shattering effect.

No matter if durability is over, essentially destroying the weapon.

Just like datafied flesh when attacked requires special potions to remove the void influence first, only then can the reduced life value limit be restored.

With datafication power, one is still affected by such a situation, let alone non-datafied body.

This is why the void is called destruction, and the arrival of void is the apocalypse.

It’s not that the world and life don’t want to resist, but in the face of absolute destruction, they don’t know how to survive.

The warrior suddenly sidestepped, using all his strength and the slope of his tower shield to fiercely shove aside a "Chitin Beetle" covered in bone spurs trying to slip through metal wall seams.

A medium-sized local magic insect lightly influenced by void energy.

Though creatures on Tariel Continent are abnormally frenzied, inherently influenced by chaotic power, not easily eroded. But for weaker insects like these, some still transform under void energy corrosion.

Just that, unlike other regions, they don’t fall apart at touch; at least native creatures can fight a stalemate.

The beetle’s iron-like shell harshly scraped against the tower shield, making a teeth-gnashing sharp noise and leaving a distinctive corrosive yellow-green mucus trail.

This is good.

After all, just transformed, wielding void’s destructive powers isn’t quite adept yet, nor have they ingrained instinct.

These newly transformed creatures aren’t overwhelmingly strong like true void creatures.

The shield warrior turned to shout at the supply soldier who was hunched, carrying a heavy ammo crate, sprinting up from behind.

His throat was about to split, "Humming Slicer! Quick! Give me two more crates! Damn luck! The pangolin stomach acid just melted our weld points.

"I’m sick of using this broken shield to smash these sticky, corrosive things!"

He lifted his damaged armor, arms covered in burns and blisters, and wiped his face, resulting in smearing the black ash and purple-black mucus even more evenly.

As for the effect of these adhesives, nothing can be done, no time to clean that now.

Not far away, a relatively intact improvised shield made of discarded armor plates concealed a nimble, gleaming-eyed short figure.

That was a Half-Elf Scout—Fercheck.

Half his face was sticking out, deep purple poisoned alloy darts twirling at his fingertips.

He grinned, flashing a mischievous smile even in extreme bloodshed, shouting at the shield warrior.

"Hey, big guy! Don’t be so heated, guess what’s on the menu for the next wave? Bet five copper coins, I wager bone-eroding pangolin.

"These fools with brains soaked in swamp, dare chew on the crystalline void creature’s whiskers!"

The shield warrior was about to turn and curse him.

But as if to fulfill his crow mouth, only moments after his words, a frequently trampled scorched patch twenty meters away suddenly arched upwards.

A thick gray giant tail covered in jagged bone spurs and corrosive moss swung fiercely like a siege hammer.

Bang! Crack!

Two heart-chilling snaps, two just emerged crystalline cluster legged insects trying to gather couldn’t even scream, instantly shattered in mid-air.

Sticky crystallized body fluid and broken shells splattered like filthy raindrops.

Not the Night Watcher killing them, their bodies scattered everywhere, causing secondary impacts.

Damn, void, truly disgusting!

On the other battlefield edge, air flowed like rippling water, revealing two figures almost blending with the environment.