Chapter 612 - 591: Victory!
Chapter 612: Chapter 591: Victory!
"1..."
[Engine overload protocol... terminated. Hephaestus Type-III Engine entering cooling cycle.]
The ice-blue light in No. 18’s eyes instantly dimmed.
As the engine power dropped from 300% to below the safety threshold, her body lost its propulsion and slowly drifted through the void. With her Spiritual Remains Steel skeleton and joints 17% damaged and her energy depleted, she entered a forced dormant state.
Her mission was complete.
The rest was in the hands of the Death God.
In the very center of the sky-filling shattered bones, the Skeleton Duke’s ghostly green Soul Fire was laid bare to the vacuum, shivering violently like a mollusk stripped of its shell.
His Soul Core frantically contracted, attempting to condense new bone matter. However, the residual power of the Decay Law acted like an unshakeable parasite, turning every attempt into ashen powder before it could even begin.
He tried to forcibly transfer his soul, but the chains of the Soul Law abruptly tightened. His Soul Fire was pinned down by an invisible force; all of his means to escape remained as unyielding as a welded iron door.
"No..."
The Skeleton Duke let out a fragile sound. This Undying Black Wizard, who had dominated the Gray Channel for a hundred and fifty years and struck fear into the hearts of countless merchant ships, was finally afraid.
Thanatos slowly approached, the dark purple Law Runes swirling ever brighter. It raised the Soul-Trapping Lantern high in its left hand. The purple halo within the lantern expanded into a ten-meter-diameter vortex, murmuring like the Abyss.
"Wait, wait—" The Skeleton Duke’s Soul Fire trembled violently. "I can—I’m willing to submit! I have—"
His Soul Fire was entirely sucked into the lantern, leaving behind only a resentful and unwilling final wail.
This victory on the high-end battlefield became the first falling domino that would topple the entire war.
...
"The Duke... has fallen?!"
In the midst of the blood sea, Kesuga, who was currently entangled in combat with Xiong Er and Xiong San, was shaken to the core.
On another battlefield, "Blood Hand" Sara, already breathless under the Suppression of Xiong Da and Xiong Si’s Forbidden Magic Field, reacted as if struck by lightning, her movements halting for a split second.
It was in this very second that a dark silhouette silently appeared behind her.
The Death God had quietly arrived.
The Soul-Harvesting Scythe in Thanatos’s hands swept across the sky.
Sara only felt a chill in her soul; all the blood in her body seemed to freeze. She wanted to struggle, wanted to flee, but in the face of the Soul Law and Decay Law, all her Witchcraft became a joke.
The pitch-black scythe blade slashed past, its tip forcefully ripping her soul straight out of the crown of her head.
Sara’s body stiffened in place as the light in her eyes rapidly faded. Yet another Morning Star Wizard had fallen.
...
Inside the bridge of the Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine.
Allen leaned back in the commander’s seat, watching the red dot representing Sara extinguish on the holographic sand table.
Only one Dawn Star Level enemy remained on the entire battlefield—Kesuga.
"Jarvis, take over the command," Allen instructed.
"Directive confirmed."
Allen closed his eyes. The next second, on the distant blood sea battlefield, a stream of blue data, deep as the Abyss, suddenly flashed through the eyes of the PX-5 "Xiong Er" as it confronted Kesuga. His hands were itching for action; he rarely felt the urge to personally cast the net.
"Hm?!"
The blood sea surged, and Kesuga’s voice echoed out with a trace of alarm. He could feel that the aura of the iron hunk opposite him had changed, now carrying an imperious pressure that made his soul palpitate.
"It’s you!" Kesuga instantly realized. "The Golem Wizard, Allen Wesren!"
"It is me." Allen’s signature calm tone, laced with a touch of elegance and detachment, echoed from within Xiong Er.
He raised his head, surveying this boundless Crimson Blood Realm.
"A decent domain. You merged yourself into the blood sea, turning into millions of incarnations. As long as the blood sea doesn’t dry up, you will never be destroyed," Allen commented. "Unfortunately, in front of me, this kind of hiding is meaningless."
In Allen’s vision, the entire world presented a completely different scene. The crimson blood sea lost its color, turning into a hazy gray mist of energy. In the deepest part of the mist, a beating Soul Fire was so clear, so striking, like the only torch in the dark of night.
The second stage of the Soul Law saw through to the origin, applying absolute suppression!
Xiong Er’s engine roared, ignoring the surging, roaring blood waves around it that tried to melt it down. Its Silent Extinction Silver Armor repelled all the Law Erosion completely, charging straight toward the soul!
"The game is over."
The mecha’s hand grabbed downward, seemingly penetrating the barriers of countless spaces and dimensions, directly clutching that panicked Soul Fire.
"Ah—this again!" Kesuga’s miserable shriek echoed across the blood sea.
The next second, Xiong Er retracted its hand. A fist-sized bloody sphere of light struggled violently in its palm.
As the Soul origin was extracted, the Crimson Blood Realm that stretched for over a thousand kilometers rapidly faded and collapsed like a mirage losing its support, eventually reducing to nothingness.
With this, all three Morning Star Wizards were completely annihilated!
...
Following the successive falls of their leaders, the surviving Undead and Black Wizard troops entirely lost their chain of command and plunged into chaos. The scales of war had already tipped irreversibly.
"Order: All combat units are to transition to Phase Three operations."
Jarvis’s cold voice rang out simultaneously across the communication channels of one hundred and twenty thousand war machines.
"Objective: Eliminate all remaining enemies, capture the battleships, and preserve assets to the maximum extent."
This order served as the horn for the boarding action in space.
In the void, the White Bone Throne had already been blasted apart by several rounds of focused fire, leaving the three surviving Floating Battleships as sitting ducks. Their already precarious shields shattered like bubbles in the sunlight beneath the concentrated fire of tens of thousands of beams.
Immediately after, over a thousand PX-3 models broke formation, transforming into sharp siege arrows that lunged straight toward the unshielded enemy ships.
BOOM!
The hulls instantly melted away, blasted open with massive breaches exceeding ten meters in diameter. Heavy footsteps slammed onto the internal decks, producing deafening booms.
Inside the corridors, the remaining Black Wizards—those without the ability to fly through the void—looked up in terror. What they saw was an eight-meter-tall steel Death God emerging from the darkness and smoke.
The PX-3 took a step, its foot denting the alloy deck beneath. Its optical lenses flickered with a crimson light, instantly locking onto every lifeform in the passageway.
"Attack! Melt them with corrosive acid!"
Several Level 1 Black Wizards, their expressions twisted, took the lead in frantically casting Witchcraft. A sky-filling downpour of dark green, highly toxic acid showered over the leading PX-3.
SIZZLE—
Only a few meaningless wisps of green smoke drifted up.
"Enemy targets confirmed. Initiating... purification."
The instant the cold voice fell, the cannon in its chest lit up with a devastating glow.
BOOM—!
A thick, high-energy beam instantly swallowed the entire corridor along with the dozen or so Black Wizards inside. Flesh, bones, and Magic Robes vaporized completely under the absolute high temperature, leaving only a row of scorched, pungent shadow silhouettes on the charred walls.
On another side, several PX-3 models jumped straight through a breach into a spacious cabin. It was packed with hundreds of deformed Blood and Flesh Puppets and Low-tier Skeleton Soldiers.
Facing this writhing ocean of monsters, a PX-3 deployed the eight "Dragon Cavalry" Floating Cannons on its back.
HUMMM—
The eight steel wings whirred out like a bloodthirsty swarm of bees, weaving a crisscrossing web of death across the cabin. Pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and shattered bones splattered across the room.
Cooperating with one another, these PX-3 models pushed forward step by step. Every swing of their High-Frequency Vibrating Swords stirred up a tempest of blood and gore, mincing over a dozen monsters into meat paste at a time.
The entire battleship transformed into a slaughterhouse interwoven with steel and flesh. Panicked screams, desperate Curses, the splintering of bones, and the clashing of metal blended into a doomsday symphony.
The bizarre methods of the Black Wizards seemed utterly laughable before the cold-blooded steel produced on an assembly line.
This was a sweeping operation devoid of any suspense. The frigid mechanical flood advanced inch by inch down the corridors, ruthlessly crushing the fleet’s final resistance in the depths of the dark void.