The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 464 Bloodbath in the Nest City!
"hiss--!!!"

Having received the blessing of the Blood of Chaos, tens of millions of Chosen Rats raised their heads at the same time and let out a piercing screech!

The mental shock, formed by countless evil thoughts, slammed into Gaunt's still-developing domain like an invisible hammer!
The scorching air instantly turned cold and viscous.

The endless sea of ​​sand that had just appeared in the mortal world melted away as quickly as ice crystals falling into lava, under the writhing waves of flesh and blood and the roars that seemed to pierce the soul!
As he watched the rapidly fading area, Gaunt's usually calm face revealed a look of horror for the first time.

His field—

It was interrupted!?
This is the first time since he stepped into the demigod realm that his domain has been unable to be deployed.

Even when sparring with other demigods, at most their domains would encroach on each other's, but there had never been a situation where they were completely covered.

What's even more unbelievable is that the guy who blocked his domain was actually just a Grandmaster-level superhuman!
"Hahaha! Aren't you surprised?"

Silas looked at Gunter, letting out a sharp, mocking laugh. His twisted smile burned with madness, like a rat that had finally climbed to the top of the food chain.

"In my lord's lair, I am invincible; no one can defeat me! Remember my name! The one who will end your legend—is Lord Silas!"

Amidst that piercing roar, an endless horde of rats churned into waves of gray-black flesh.

The enormous rats seemed to be under a berserk spell, their bodies beginning to glow with a scarlet light.

They've become stronger!
Some of the chosen rats even broke through the Platinum level bottleneck and reached the Diamond level.

The only difference between them and true diamond-level powerhouses is probably that they have only possessed power for a short time and are forever bound to this nest city.

"Roar—!" A huge rat roared, its eyes burning with desire, and charged toward Gunter.

Seeing the horde of rats charging towards him on all fours, Gaunt finally showed a serious expression and gripped his greatsword tightly.

Although Sylas's strength was only at the Grandmaster level, he managed to construct a domain called the Nest City by relying on the fanaticism of tens of thousands of Chosen Rats!

On this land utterly corrupted by chaos, his offerings were virtually endless. Even if he could kill them, the evil spirits lingering in the sky would immediately fill the earth, pouring into those maddened bodies of flesh and blood.

Just as Gunter was feeling extremely troubled, a majestic voice suddenly came from the distant horizon, a deep and ancient voice that sounded like a dragon's roar.

"—The dead have come back to life!"

Gunter was slightly taken aback.

Dragon language?

He couldn't understand the meaning of that growl, but at the same moment the sound fell, a dark ripple suddenly swept across the battlefield.

A bizarre scene then unfolded.

Wherever the ripples passed, countless corpses of the Chosen Rats suddenly opened their eyes and staggered to their feet.

The eerie green soulfire replaced the lingering crimson in their pupils; they were no longer bloodthirsty minions of chaos, but had become undead!

The chosen rats, who were eating, were clearly startled, not expecting their food to suddenly open its eyes and look at them.

They remained motionless, like empty shells, for their souls had been greedily plucked from them by Urgos's claws the moment they died.

However, it was precisely Urgos's greed that gave Luo Yan the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

These newly born undead can be used to infuse the players' souls, serving as containers for holding soul mirrors!
At the same time, all the players standing in front of the crystal ball in the Great Tomb saw a pop-up window that made them ecstatic.

[Limited-time trial event: The Plague of Dead Rats has begun!]

【Event Objective: Play as the undead rat under the Demon King's command, kill Sylas and his Chaos Rat servants, and offer a sacrifice called Death to the Demon King!】

Demon King: "The Claws of Eternal Hunger are trying to devour our world! Let those evil spirits that refuse to slumber return to where they belong!"

The moment they saw the pop-up window, the players erupted in excitement, as it reminded them of the trial instance they had previously experienced in Xuebang.

"Holy crap! A new race-limited-time trial card?"

"Wow! This body is way stronger than a skeleton soldier!"

"I feel like I'm fucking awesome right now!"

"Awooo! Brothers, for the Demon King, for the tribe... oops, for the Great Tomb of Nazarick! Charge!"

The new event instantly attracted countless players to sign up.

At the same moment they registered, their souls were separated from their original bodies and floated into the crystal ball on the teleportation array in the Great Tomb.

The other end of the teleportation array connected to the edge of the battlefield, where Luo Yan, holding a crystal ball, stood, watching the battlefield shrouded in dark clouds with a smile.

What a coincidence!

He also happened to have a group of souls from another world, which, although not as twisted as these guys, were still comparable in terms of abstraction.

Streaks of eerie green soul fire floated out from the crystal ball in Luo Yan's hand, passing through the sky above the battlefield and entering the empty shells of those bodies.

The soul fire burning in the pupils of those giant undead rats burned even brighter.

One of the undead giant rats, which was being torn apart by countless rats, suddenly regained consciousness, grabbed a battle axe from the ground, and swung it forward, instantly cutting a caught-off-guard Chosen Rat in two!

"Roar--!"

Tens of thousands of "player undead" roared with excitement.

With unwavering courage, they launched their fiercest attack on the twisted and hideous giant chaotic rats.

One after another, undead giant rats were swallowed up by the rat horde, but as soon as the black flames flashed, new undead bodies quickly rose from the ground!
The undead rats and the chaos rats fought each other, and severed limbs flew across the battlefield. The bloody scene made everyone hold their breath!

Silas, standing on the altar of flesh, finally froze his maniacal laughter, a look of disbelief appearing in his eyes.

This is……

WTF?

He knew, of course, that was necromancy, but he had never heard of any necromancer who could control so many souls!

He might be able to gather that many souls elsewhere, but he hadn't even started slaughtering in Twilight City yet, so those souls obviously couldn't have come from there.

The souls of the dead on this battlefield were basically all taken away by Urgos as sacrifices, and they would never be tricked by that guy!

As for those in the sky?
Then it has even less to do with this guy!
Where did these souls come from?!
Just as he was puzzled, the dark green waves had already formed a domain called death, which was swallowing the rolling waves beneath his feet!
He was horrified to discover that as the dead undead rats were infused with the unknown souls of the dead, Urgos's nest was showing signs of shrinking!
The Chaos Giant Rat's expansion relied on cannibalizing the flesh of its companions, but now its feeding speed is clearly limited!
The tide of battle began to turn at this moment.

The situation, which was originally favorable to Chaos, was reversed because of the necromancer who suddenly appeared on the battlefield!

"Shameless thieves! Robbers! Those are my rats, my servants, my corpses! Give them back to me!"

Silas roared.

A dark red spear of chaos materialized in his hand, which he hurled fiercely toward the very center of the undulating black ripples.

His "nest" has lost its most important regenerative ability, and Urgos, overlooking this land, is groaning in discontent.

He has to get rid of this guy as soon as possible!

Whether it was to please Urgos, or for his own sake!
The dark red spear drew an arc in the air and slashed fiercely at the man who was chanting magic, blasting him and the grove of trees beside him into dust!

That devastating blow left a crater a hundred meters wide on the ground, like a thunderbolt thrown down by a god!

Silas grinned maliciously, about to shout with excitement at his successful strike, when a golden bolt of lightning suddenly traveled several kilometers toward him and struck his left shoulder with lightning speed.

"what!!!"

Silas cried out in pain as the immense impact ripped him off the flesh altar, slamming him heavily onto the heads of the rat swarm behind him.

A golden arrow pierced his shoulder, and his entire arm went numb. The divine blessing seeped into his veins like poison, causing every inch of his flesh to writhe in agony.

Silas was both shocked and furious. Despite the excruciating pain, he grabbed the arrow, pulled it out, and threw it to the ground.

The moment the arrow hit the ground, it turned into a wisp of light and vanished onto the blood-soaked, muddy altar, as if it had never existed.

At the same time, on a hill several kilometers away...

Eileen, with her flowing silver hair, held a longbow, aiming it at the very center of the city, golden lightning crackling at her fingertips.

That was the bow and arrow form of the Light of Praise, which belonged to Atreus Campbell, the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Campbell, three hundred years ago.

Like the Green Forest Army's "longbowmen," he was also skilled in using the longbow.

However, his specialty was not shooting unarmed people, but rather, in order to protect Campbell's people, he took a longbow and went deep into the swamp in the southwest of Thunder City to shoot and kill the evil dragon that was entrenched there!
His fame spread far and wide, and he became one of the heroic souls who protected the Duchy of Campbell, and is commemorated and revered by later generations!
When Eileen killed Kaylan, her strength officially advanced to the Diamond level, reaching the same rank as her father, Grand Duke Aaron Campbell!

It was precisely because of this that when she summoned this power at the cost of her own life force, the arrow that came following the summons far exceeded her own limits, and could even be compared to the full-force attack of a Purple Crystal level expert!

Unfortunately, this arrow, which was enough to instantly kill "Dragon the Demon King," failed to send away the Chosen One of Chaos.

Pity.

Eileen took a deep breath, took the red potion tied to her belt, and drank it down, feeling her depleted energy recover somewhat.

"This is blasphemy..."

Looking at the dark clouds rolling over Dusk City, Quetin Bronze Furnace couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He had never seen such a terrifying chaotic ritual, offering up an entire city's inhabitants as sacrifices to evil spirits in the void.

He simply couldn't imagine the terrible calamity that this horrific ritual would bring to this land once it was completed.

“We have come to cleanse the blasphemers.” Theresa drew her longsword and raised it above her head. “Artillery, prepare!”

While Eileen was looking for another opportunity, Campbell's artillery and the dwarven artillery pushed their smoothbore cannons and mortars to the front lines.

With a command from the artillery commander, thick tongues of fire shot forward, and the shells flew in arcs as they crashed into the swarm of rats.

Although conventional weapons were slightly less effective against these chosen rats, they still caused considerable damage to the rat horde!

The distant sound of artillery fire reached the Salvation Army's positions, instantly boosting the morale of countless soldiers.

"Reinforcements!"

"It's the army of the Duchy of Campbell!"

Encouraged by the sound of cannons, they loaded their flintlock muskets even faster, unleashing wave after wave of bullets at the Chaos Rats who were fighting the "Holy Spirits".

The distant cannon fire also attracted the attention of the hellish dwarves, whose wig-wearing, bald-faced men immediately showed expressions of surprise.

"Cannons from the High Mountain Kingdom?!" "Demon... cough, how did the Divine Child get involved with those dwarves?"

"Quick! Push our own treasures up too! We can't let these idiots, who've been fooled by Saint Sith, steal the spotlight!"

Rocket launchers are something from North Peak City; they don't represent the strength of Shattered Rock Peak!

After much discussion, the hellish dwarf commander finally gave the order to move the smoothbore cannons that had been prepared in the rear to the front.

While the rocket launchers were being loaded, the hellish dwarf artillerymen lit the fuses and fired long, thick streams of fire at the rat horde.

On the other side, upon hearing the cannon fire coming from the Salvation Army's position, Quittin Copperfurnace also showed a surprised expression.

Such a familiar voice.

But something just felt off.

The cannon fire was neither the deep, resonant sound of the High Mountain Kingdom, nor the crisp, clear sound of the Furnace Kingdom, nor the dull, monotonous sound of the Mining Alliance.

You can't...

Are they hell dwarves?

Thinking of this, Quittin's face showed a look of disbelief.

He already had the answer in his heart, but looking at the common enemy before him, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

Anyway, this wasn't the first time he'd done this.

As it turns out, it's not just the hellish dwarves who are agile; even dwarves who adhere to tradition can be quite flexible.

Putting aside beliefs and ideologies, they are all of the same race, only some are bald and some have a lot of hair.

The two armies converged on the direction of Twilight City, greatly boosting the morale of the defending troops.

Wave after wave of the kingdom's regular army stormed the city walls, and under the orders of the general and governor, they fought a desperate battle against the rat horde, refusing to yield an inch of ground!

As more and more "Chaos Giant Rats" fall and rise again as "Undead Giant Rats" to join the ever-expanding realm of death, the scales of victory are gradually tilting toward the side that defends order!

Luo Yan has gradually found the knack for mastering the "domain".

He only needs a crystal ball and a teleportation array to complete this vast "death domain" and continuously erode Urgos's "nest city".

As for the souls that are infused into the dead—

This would indeed be a problem for an ordinary necromancer, but for him, who possessed divine status, it was no big deal at all.

His players don't need any helmets; they can just wear VR glasses to enter, which makes the barrier to entry much lower.

Especially now that he has gained a certain share of faith in this world, assembling a million-strong army is no problem at all!

Even though these frail souls lack supernatural power, the bodies they control have been inhabited by powerful souls and imbued with superhuman strength through chaotic rituals.

This is why even complete beginners can control these chaotically amplified flesh and blood, dealing tons of physical damage on the battlefield and experiencing what it's like to be a superhero—or rather, a super mouse.

Such an opportunity is rare and hard to come by. Being able to experience such a thrilling "nation war" as soon as you enter the game is a huge win for those who were recruited!

Seeing that the "death zone" was still expanding, Silas gradually realized that his previous thunderous attack had missed its target.

His expression gradually turned grim.

In particular, the Northern Rescue Army, led by Eileen, also arrived on the battlefield. The booming cannon fire, combined with the ever-expanding death zone, gradually pried open the walls of the "Hive City"!

However, he couldn't deal with Eileen and her army right now, because Gaunt, who was wielding a greatsword, was getting closer and closer to him.

That guy seemed to tacitly accept the existence of the undead around him. Even the imperial people who regarded the undead as enemies had begun to change their ways!

The dark clouds in the sky kept churning, and the pupil that looked down over this land gradually revealed a hint of anxiety.

Sensing the urging of the Eternal Claws, Silas dared not delay. He quickly reconnected his consciousness to the flesh altar beside him and began to gather more power to stop the expansion of the death domain, doing his best to halt Gaunt's charge.

"I'm going to chop you all up and use you as fertilizer!"

"You will not come near my throne! Don't even think about it—!!"

Silas let out a shrill howl and pointed a finger in Gaunt's direction, from which a crimson beam of light shot out.

The light, accompanied by the aura of death, swept away!

However, just as it was about to make contact with Gunter, it was like an iceberg crashing into the shore, shattered by the howling greatsword!

At the same time, a black sun suddenly appeared in the sky, emitting a chilling deathly light.

Feeling the coldness on his scalp, Silas was startled and looked up at the sky, only to see the black sun hurtling towards him.

"boom--!"

The black flames from the explosion swept across the hundred-meter-wide battlefield, completely engulfing his flesh altar in the boiling flames.

Silas, who had just been scorched by the Holy Light, was now being baptized by the Undead Fire. The sensation was so intense, it was like experiencing both ice and fire.

"cough--"

Barely managing to parry the attack, Silas stumbled back a step. However, before he could regain his footing, he heard an annoying voice coming from right beside him.

"How does it feel? Here's my return gift."

Silas was startled, almost scared out of his wits. He conjured a long black thorn in his right hand and swept it horizontally in the direction from which the sound came!

Unfortunately, the whistling strike only shattered one of the butterfly's wings, turning it into a transparent fragment that disappeared into the wind.

Before he could even react to what it was, a gust of wind swept across the battlefield ablaze with black flames, heading straight for his face.

It was a greatsword, pitch black!

The boundless sword energy blocked every possible direction he could escape, as if it wanted to cut his flesh and soul into dust.

"No—" Silas screamed, but he didn't have time to dodge and collided head-on with the sword energy.

However, at that very moment, a bolt of dark lightning suddenly descended from the sky and struck Sylas on the head first!

"boom--!"

The raging lightning instantly vaporized Sylas's flesh and blood, shattering the altar burning with black flames beside him into pieces.

The violent shockwave spread outwards, and Gunter used his sword as a shield to block it, using the momentum to leap backwards nearly a hundred meters.

My hand is throbbing with pain.

The power of that attack far exceeded the limits of mortals, to the point that even he, with his demigod-level strength, felt a sense of threat.

Unable to believe that such power actually existed in the world, Gaunt quickly looked up in Silas's direction, his pupils contracting in an instant.

Silas is gone.

This includes the altar beside him, and the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones piled on it.

Instead, a giant rat hundreds of meters tall appeared!

Its body was covered with festering sores, its ugly head touched the dark clouds in the sky, and its two rat-like eyes were like green suns.

An apocalyptic pressure suppressed all directions, and those lazy rat eyes were like black holes that devoured all hope.

The Plaguefang assassins who were attacking the walls of Twilight City saw this scene and stopped what they were doing, their faces showing a frenzy that was a mixture of excitement and fear.

Gellow!
Gluttonous rat!!
They trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, offering unprecedentedly devout prayers to the giant rat that emitted a suffocating stench.

Praise to Chaos —

Praise be to the void!

Lord Gerlo has actually descended upon the mortal realm!

Those human contraptions from the Twilight Province actually managed to invite that esteemed person over!

Their excitement at this moment was probably similar to that of the Campbells, far away on the northeastern shore of the Whirlpool Sea, who had met the emperor from the Holy City.

Gellow often sends his chosen ones, but he himself comes down to play... at least not in their short rat lives.

Historically?
Dwarfs remember things from the past, while ratmen never remember such things; they can make them up whenever needed.

The roar of artillery on the battlefield stopped abruptly, partly because the ammunition at the front lines had run out, and partly because everyone was stunned.

Looking at the apocalyptic scene, Luo Yan, standing at the edge of the battlefield, couldn't help but show a surprised expression and muttered to himself.

"This is... Urgos himself?"

but--

How can this be?

Others may not understand what the void is, but he understands it all too well.

He even directly interfered with the civilization processes of both worlds and indirectly influenced a civilization similar to Earth.

However, it was precisely because he understood that he was even more unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes...

Logically speaking, the things behind the void shouldn't be able to get through.

The giant rat, as imposing as a mountain, let out a long, muffled burp, then its lazy gaze swept across the battlefield and landed on Luo Yan.

"I didn't originally intend to come out, but I've changed my mind—"

He didn't look at Gaunt, nor at the offerings at his feet, nor at the noisy toys in the distance; he only cast an interested glance at someone who was ready to run away at any moment.

His voice was slow.

Like a long, satisfying burp.

"Who gave you that little gadget?"

(End of this chapter)