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Chapter 590 The Death of Part of Humanity

Rorschach's burst of rays was aimed at his face.

Gregory's face instantly contorted again, and the area of ​​effect was even greater than Feuerbach's Earth Spell.

In a brief frame, his entire face was restored to its high nose and deep-set eyes; after the radiation ended, the soft human tissue gushed out and splattered into a mist of blood.

However, its tenacity still exceeded Rorschach's expectations. After the soft tissue was ejected, the stark white bones could be seen, which were restored to a pure human skull.

A heart-wrenching wail emanated from Gregory's pores, his fly-like wings trembling rapidly. The pain conveyed by the sound was so intense that even the other monsters felt it, and they began to retreat timidly back into the spatial rift.

Soon, the human skull split open from the center of the brow bone, the bone fragments flipped over, and countless bone spurs grew inside the skull, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

The skull cracked open, revealing a huge cavity inside. The tubes formed by the mucous membrane inside opened and closed, spraying out foul air. The fly's wings finally stopped fluttering, and the entire monster's body fell heavily into the broken cocoon, causing the blood and pus inside to burst open with a splatter.

"Oh!" Rorschach was really disgusted this time.

When the headless fly monster crawled out, he fired another beam, hitting the slender arm. This time, it didn't explode directly, but instead miraculously forked—a fair and tender baby hand grew out of the fragment that was restoring human skin.

However, the little hand quickly turned purple from lack of oxygen and burst open again, separating the limbs from the torso.

"Why...did I...sacrifice everything...including myself?"

Having long since lost his head, the pores on his body repeatedly echoed his last words, growing weaker and more sorrowful with each passing moment.

Now it's time to end this. Rorschach aimed at the torso and pierced the monster from neck to buttocks, a human spine rising from the middle and then falling like a whip.

Feuerbach quickly followed up with a pure [Magic Blast], because Rorschach's spell had essentially stripped Gregory of his regenerative abilities, leaving him a helpless corpse.

The mastermind has fallen, but the Mother Goddess's infiltration efforts have not ceased. These spatial fragments continue to melt, the cracks grow larger, and the mutations in magical power become increasingly intense. Rorschach no longer dares to inhale or exhale magical power, lest he inadvertently become tainted by "dirty things."

He was maintaining a bubble of energy, which he shared with Feuerbach, storing the magic within it.

Fortunately, the master astutely grasped the key to defeating the enemy from Gregory's words, allowing the two of them to win easily without expending too much magic.

The problem is that this area still tends to detach from the real world. Originally, this place, Oward, was like a crack in an eggshell. For the magic guild and the empire, they could repair the crack in the real world by creating an artificial dead magic zone using anti-magic devices.

However, after Gregory sacrificed himself, the crack was slightly lifted, making it much more difficult for them to repair it. Moreover, it continued to crack and split along the gap.

From this perspective, it cannot be said that Gregory's schemes, efforts, and sacrifices were completely a failure.

And

Feuerbach looked around. The most numerous and imposing monsters did not attack the two of them. It seemed that the power of the first missile and the battle between the two of them and their "leader" had taught these creatures fear and caution. However, as the power of the Mother Goddess increased, these damned little demons also fell into a state of excitement. At this moment, they were rubbing their faces with their long forelimbs, and the cavities in their bodies made sounds just like the "leader".

Unlike their previous intimidation or wailing, they now emitted a low, irritating buzzing sound. The monsters stared at each other, with some of their eyes always fixed on the two archmages.

Feuerbach examined the current situation and carefully considered Gregory's last words: "Now I have two concerns."

"Firstly, as that monster leader just mentioned. It sacrificed itself to the Mother Goddess, and we destroyed it. In the eyes of the gods, wouldn't we have destroyed the offering?"

This is a major taboo in any religious system, and it will definitely anger the gods and bring divine punishment.

Rorschach had long harbored a grudge against the Mother Goddess, but he didn't care: "We haven't been done anything to each other yet."

"My second concern lies here." Feuerbach knew the Tower of the First Flame was special, knew the primordial flame stored within and its significance to the North: "The Mother Goddess's power is growing here, but no will has emerged. I fear... other places have been corrupted, perhaps even more severely than this place."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xia also took it seriously: "In that case, we need to hurry. The clone will arrive in about three minutes, and by then the Imperial Army will probably have retreated. In this gap, let's search for the chief and survivors of the Tower of First Flame, and then leave to devise a plan."

"it is good."

Saga was, of course, dead without a complete body, leaving no clues whatsoever. They traversed layer upon layer of spaces, sometimes requiring Feuerbach to forcibly open portals to pass safely. The monsters in the shadows were still relentless, letting out hostile roars upon seeing the two approach.

So Rorschach casually grabbed the screaming monster, forcibly squeezed and shrunk it with an ether membrane, and as it struggled, it transformed into a second lifelike figurine.

Rorschach explained, "I took one out for the Forest Tower to study."

Feuerbach acknowledged his reasoning: "Indeed, it is necessary. Although they pose no threat to me or you, these monsters emit blasphemous sounds from their limbs and the pores on their sides, capable of destroying the minds of ordinary people at will."

"Moreover, their movement speed, explosiveness, and strength are all quite impressive," Rorschach added.

"Yes. Quickly unleash your ultimate spell." Feuerbach made a final assessment before leaving: "These fragments of worlds can be repaired with my secret techniques after you clear the area."

Closely matching their assessment, the northern tundra where the Tower of the First Flame was originally located also underwent a transformation. The tower's architectural form had vanished entirely, replaced by several spherical shells standing on the ice plains. The contaminated flame continuously produced black water, which was then divided among these enormous, nearly one-story-high eggs to sustain its sustenance.

In just a few hours, the first batch of Mother Goddess's "Blades" matured and hatched, just like the monsters that appeared in Upfel.

Emerging from the giant egg was the largest creature, which had acquired the same fly wings as Gregory. It uttered blasphemous but unrecognizable and uncommunicative incantations as its tangled wings gradually opened.

With a flap of its wings, all the similar monsters broke free of their restraints and excitedly spread outwards.

(End of this chapter)