Chapter 1529 - 968: Pressing Forward with Song and Might (Part 2)

Chapter 1529: Chapter 968: Pressing Forward with Song and Might (Part 2)

The Avengers, like a frenzied wedge, repeatedly pierced through the chaotic formations of demons under the cover of the Shield Guards.

The bombardment of alchemy cannonballs and Arcane Missiles bloomed like fireworks of death, continuously exploding in the dense clusters of demons, evaporating inferior demons and horned demons in large swathes.

The Night Watchers’ alchemy weapons played a significant role in this war, and during such a grand battle, many experimental weapons were also brought out, waiting to collect data.

So now and then you might see at some place, the alchemy weapons dragged out by the Night Watchers unexpectedly blasting into the sky on their own.

The sixth outpost, an aberrant fortress built upon twisted obsidian pillars, was tottering under the organized assault of the Alliance Army.

Dwarf rune cannons continuously bombarded the stone pillar foundations, while the Night Watchers’ demolition squad, under the precise cover of Rangers, braved the mind-piercing interference of the enchantress Qinla to successfully place alchemy explosives at critical points.

"Boom!"

With a command, amidst a deafening explosion, one support pillar shattered, and a corner of the fortress collapsed as if gnawed by a giant beast, burying the demon garrison inside alive.

"Seventh outpost! Target locked! Sky Dragon, request suppression clearance!"

The voice of the Alliance Army commander roared in the amplification array.

The Giant Dragon spiraling in the sky above the battlefield let out a long dragon’s cry, wings flapping fiercely, as countless feathers shining with pure life and purification power poured down like torrential rain.

Accurately covering the dense masses of low-tier demons outside the seventh outpost.

The inferior demons touched by the feathers shrieked miserably, their bodies dissolving like ice and snow, instantly clearing an assault path.

Then, a large number of mages and Holy Light Priests immediately followed up.

Utilizing the path created by the Sky Dragon along with the cycle of power, they cast their magic power within to construct.

Thus, more ice blades, wind blades, fireballs, and light spears composed of Holy Light were intermingled among them.

Instantly increasing the lethality and range significantly.

This is the display of Order’s power, the collective strength to unleash force beyond individual limits.

The front-line battlefield no longer required excessive attention because the joint army had already achieved absolute suppression.

At least in the short term, they would be able to sweep forward unstoppably, clearing away all demonic obstacles.

Sweeping all the way to the determined target, the twelfth outpost, posed absolutely no problem, and they had no intention of occupying the outposts; upon encountering them, they would destroy them if possible.

Preferably blowing up the demons along with them into the sky.

...

Tens of kilometers away in the Scorched Bone Wilderness, it had completely turned into a venue for the outpouring of divine power.

The true decision of the whole war still lay in the duels between these Gods.

Whether one could hold the opponent within a reasonable time frame was also extremely crucial, otherwise, if let loose, allowing a God to rampage—

The frontline battlefield would instantly fall into a disadvantage, even being swept clean over a wide area.

This situation could only be seen in the Abyss.

After all, there was no suppression here, especially on the Blood Battle Battlefield, where the Gods from both sides could lay bare and fight.

The slaughter of mortal life was utterly merciless.

And at this time, in this place.

Space shattered and forcibly reclosed, gigantic bones turned to dust, the lava lake was plowed open and then filled again.

Kana hovered at the center of the storm, golden divine eyes as calm as eternal ice, with the data aura behind her spinning rapidly, analyzing every ripple in the chaos of rule fluctuations.

The massive shadow body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger, with three heads, seven arms, and five legs, danced wildly, every attack accompanied by blasphemous words, filthy energy, and claw shadows that sliced through space, capable of rendering the mundane into instant disintegration.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, you filthy insect of Order! Is your soul made of stone?!"

"No! Even stone will soften and decay under the whispers of the Abyss! Why are you completely unresponsive?!"

The Incarnation of Verbal Fall howled, vile words transformed into tangible black sound waves crashing against the data rune barrier before Kana, only to disappear like a clay ox into the sea, dissolved into meaningless gibberish.

The coldness of datafication is absolute, an inherent trait unaffected by mere words.

"Look at this earth! Look at this lava! It should be the foul blood flowing from your divine body! The ruins of your fortress collapse beneath it! Embrace chaos! Embrace this ultimate reality!"

The avatar of the fall of existence roared, attempting to forcibly twist the surrounding boiling lava and chaotic spatial fissures into a quagmire of corruption engulfing Kana.

However, Kana’s puppet was like an accurate purification furnace, where it passed, filth was forcefully decomposed and repelled, maintaining a small realm of orderly purity.

Disgusting, utterly disgusting.

What is this data rule anyway? How come nobody has seen it before?

Ignoring the language of corruption is fine, but how can one deconstruct the power of pollution and then cleanse it with these bizarre light bands?

The sharp claws and whip-like shadows of the invading abyss ripped through the sky, carrying the direct destructive force of corruption, fiercely clashing with the puppet wielding the dragon spear.

Silver-black light flashed explosively, with each collision leaving long-lasting corrosive fissures in space.

The puppet’s liquid body was continuously covered in cracks and burns, but the core’s blood furnace flashed with light, data streams surged, instantly restored to its original state.

"Useless struggle! Despicable thief! You steal the power of the Abyss! You desecrate the majesty of the god! Your existence itself is an insult to the will of the Abyss!

"The Abyss will grind you into dust! Your world, your Night Watchers, will all become nourishment within my belly!!"

The Fallen Abyss Messenger fought with growing frustration, cursing more and more frantically.

The corruption it prided itself on, which worked everywhere without fail, seemed to become a joke in front of this opponent.

That cold and emotionless data rule was like an impenetrable absolute barrier, blocking all its attacks on the mental level.

And the head-on physical confrontation was deadlocked by that damned silver metal and the precise coordination of the puppet, unable to gain the slightest advantage.

This comprehensive restraint and stagnant stalemate almost made it—a god named for chaos and corruption—feel like it was about to explode from frustration.

Finally.

After yet another fruitless claw strike was deflected by the puppet, the avatar of the invading abyss abruptly withdrew its talons.

Then, the avatars of the language of fall and the fall of existence also simultaneously ceased their relentless bombardment.

Three massive shadows slowly contracted toward the center, merging to reform into the twisted body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger.

It hovered above the boiling lava lake, its three goat heads panting violently.

Not from exhaustion, purely out of rage.

The lava-like six eyes fixated fiercely on Kana, burning with fury, defeat, and a trace of something it didn’t even want to acknowledge... bewilderment.

The oppressive aura and frenzied attacks that enveloped the battlefield suddenly paused, leaving only the bubbling sound of the rolling lava and the distant dull rumble of the main battleground.

"Enough!"

One of the heads of the Fallen Abyss Messenger emitted a hoarse roar, the voice still brimming with malice, yet less frenzied and more suppressed irritation.

"This meaningless tearing is simply a desecration of Abyss time! Kana! You cold puppet, have you already become a puppet of the rules?"

This data power is truly too similar, almost like turning people into puppets of rules.

But Kana was clearly not like that, he was indeed mastering the rules himself.

Its other two heads also turned to Kana, with a tone filled with extreme dissatisfaction and a sense of being deceived:

"Tell me! You damned, emotionless stone! Did you drag me to this godforsaken place just to play this dull game of you poke and I block?

"Where is your goal? How far can your ridiculous pawn advance? Is it worth paying such a high price just to stare at me here, big eye to small eye?"

"Look at your fortress! Look at your soldiers! They are being torn apart by my children! Being watched by the Abyss! Lingering here with me, what changes? Who can you save?"

It tried to provoke Kana with the scenery of the battlefield, though knowing it might still be in vain.

The crimson glow of the lava reflected the twisted and angry divine body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger, as well as Kana’s calm face, undisturbed, only silent golden data streams flowing in the depths of his pupils.

The battle of gods, in the unilateral frenzied questioning by the evil god, fell into a strange and tense pause.

The scarlet earth, amidst the constant tremors from afar, silently bore witness to this alternative confrontation of will and chaos.