Chapter 1533 - 970: Retreat After Victory (2)

Chapter 1533: Chapter 970: Retreat After Victory (2)

To launch an attack on the Blood Pit Fortress, one needs to pass through a side corridor of the main battlefield.

Thus, the number of enemies that the Blood Pit Fortress faces each time is limited because this is merely a sectioned-off battlefield.

This mountain range protects the Blood Pit Fortress well, allowing them to face the enemy by only needing to guard the sky and this front passage.

But correspondingly, to connect with the Blood War Fortress, you must also take this passage.

Now the defense line has moved forward.

A third of the main battlefield has been directly severed.

The third that was once close has been intercepted by the defense line, and this proximity is precisely next to the passage leading to the Blood War Fortress.

Once this defense line is firmly rooted, the passage connecting the Blood Pit Fortress and the Blood War Fortress will be unobstructed, making personnel and goods exchanges between the two sides very easy, without the fear of being plundered by demons.

Henceforth, the soldiers of the Blood Pit Fortress and the Blood War Fortress will truly stand shoulder to shoulder, guarding this Order front line that plunges into the foul lands of the Abyss, jointly facing the endless scarlet tide.

The strategic objective of this proactive strike has been achieved.

...

The polluted air of the Scorched Bone Wilderness suddenly relaxed.

The suffocating oppressive aura of corruption and the sticky shadows receded like the tide.

The twisted, three-headed, seven-armed, five-legged body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger momentarily froze.

Its lava-like six vertical pupils pierced through the spatial barrier, clearly capturing the scene of the Order Alliance Army on the distant battlefield, alternating covers like precision machinery, demolishing structures, and retreating.

The light of victory shone upon them, and the aura of Order fluttered like an invisible flag in the foul abyss.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort filled with infinite frustration, anger, and a hint of barely perceptible shame.

Like bone-chilling winds sweeping across the wilderness.

The Fallen Abyss Messenger didn’t even bother to look at Kana again; the cold golden data aura and silver Alchemy Puppet made it nauseous.

Staying even a second longer would desecrate its chaotic nature!

Its form suddenly blurred and collapsed.

Like a large drop of dirty ink falling into an invisible void scroll, instantly spreading out and then disappearing without a trace.

There was no spatial tear, no farewell words, only a wisp of quickly dissipating purple-black smoke, tinged with sulfur and resentment, indicating that the Evil God had left in anger.

It didn’t want to spend another second with these "cold stones" that restrained its power in the same area.

The data flow in Kana’s golden divine eyes slowly calmed, and the rapidly spinning aura behind him also stabilized.

He hovered over the Scorched Bone Wilderness, which had almost been turned to mush, as the cold shell of his godly body quietly receded.

A trace of Kana’s own contemplation resurfaced in his eyes.

"Pretty lucky," he murmured to himself; even in the vast wilderness, his voice seemed subtle, "It was a Fallen Abyss Messenger, a being purely reliant on spiritual erosion and pollution... The restraint at the rule level is nearly perfect. Its power in front of me is like a rootless duckweed."

In his mind, he rapidly reviewed the details of the past battle, the datafication instinct still functioning efficiently.

"This level of restraint relationship... will be an important card in future actions. Perhaps, when facing the deeper layers of the Abyss’s malice, it could buy me an essential time window."

After confirming that the Fallen Abyss Messenger had indeed left, Kana’s form slightly flickered, disappearing from the spot.

The next moment, Kana appeared at the edge of the main battlefield, dozens of kilometers away.

The scene before him was starkly different from the "relatively delicate" destruction of the Scorched Bone Wilderness.

Here was the ultimate manifestation of pure power and destruction, the materialization of divine wrath.

The earth no longer existed.

As far as the eye could see, a battlefield of unimaginable size, with a diameter far exceeding ten kilometers, filled up most of his vision.

The pit bottom wasn’t earth, but a rolling, boiling sea of lava emanating a dazzling golden-red light, its scorching airwaves warping the air, roaring deafeningly.

This lava sea seemed like the exposed, boiling heart of the earth after it was torn apart.

Countless abyssal fissures, tens to even hundreds of meters wide, stretch out in all directions from the edge of the lava sea like hideous scars.

It is as if the entire abyssal level is moaning in pain, on the verge of complete collapse.

Lava flows along these crevices, like the burning blood vessels of the earth.

The originally flat or slightly undulating terrain has long disappeared.

In its place are twisted peaks and continuous mountain ranges, composed of shattered rocks and solidified lava, forcibly compressed and raised by violent impacts, like spasming muscles left behind after the earth’s convulsions.

Between the peaks are giant craters, scattered like stars across the land, hammered out by divine power, with mirror-smooth walls and lava flowing at the bottom.

The sky weeps as well.

The murky dark red firmament is in utter turmoil, forming massive, swirling clouds.

Within the clouds, the earth-yellow radiance of Order Divine Power and the abyssal black flames of the Demon Evil God madly entwine, collide, and annihilate each other, with each contact exploding into blinding chains of lightning that tear the sky apart.

They emit a continuous, terrifying thunder, as if the foundations of the world were breaking.

More lethally, space itself has become exceedingly fragile.

Tiny spatial fissures, like black lightning, spread wantonly through the air, flickering and forcibly closing.

Each flicker stirs a chilling void wind that cuts through and devours the sulfurous toxic gases rising from the lava.

At the core of this purgatory, woven from lava, broken mountains, space fissures, and destructive energies, two towering figures are still locked in the most primal, most frenzied combat.

Carlos, the Rock God, has a body as majestic as a mountain, covered in new cracks.

Ancient runes burn brightly along his wounds, and his every movement carries the earth’s unbearable groans.

His fists clenched tightly, and each strike he launches carries the weight of stars and the pulse of mountains, causing space to dent under the force of his punches.

Magrum, this Demon Evil God is like a burning spirit of vengeance.

His four hooves stand on lava, his dark red scale armor cracked in multiple places, bleeding magma-like blood.

The black flames of the Abyssal Bell of Death in his hand may seem dim, but its momentum grows wilder.

He no longer pursues technique, only pushing pure destructive power to the extreme, the giant hammer crashing towards Carlos again and again with crushing intent.

BOOM——!!!

Another austere collision that shakes the very foundation of the plane!

The giant hammer carrying the immense black flames smashes against Carlos’ crossed, blocking arms.

The lava sea beneath Carlos’s feet is pressed into a giant hemispherical depression, a terrifying shockwave exploding outward in a ring, slicing a recently formed lava peak in half.

The broken peak crashes into the magma, creating towering waves.

"Get out of here, rock!" Magrum roars, his four muscular arms bulging, trying to press Carlos completely into the lava.

"Abyssal scum, is that all your power is?!"

Carlos’s voice resonates like a thousand mountains, carrying a trace of fully unleashed wildness.

On his granite-like face, his eyes blaze like lava suddenly ignited.

Instead of retreating, he explosively channels unprecedented power in the moment of impact with the giant hammer.

Earth-yellow divine light flares like a stellar eruption!

"Earth... rise!"

With Carlos’s roar, the lava sea behind him suddenly surges upward.

Countless boiling magma and giant obsidian blocks are shaped, gathered, and elevated by an invisible force!

In an instant, an enormous rock fist, several times larger than Carlos himself and flowing with lava, coalesces behind him.

This is not a spell, but Carlos using his divine power to directly harness and shape this shattered land, soaked in his divine influence, almost as an extension of his own body.

As soon as the giant fist forms, it strikes with the terrifying force of crushing stars and reshaping earth veins, disregarding spatial distance, smashing fiercely down towards Magrum’s entity.

Where the fist passes, space shatters like glass, emitting an ear-piercing wail.