svetikya Chapter 1130 The Two Monsters Annihilated
Chapter 1130 The Two Monsters Annihilated
The City Devourer's massive, hundred-meter-long body froze in mid-air for a moment.
The golden and silver cracks that erupted from the legendary cross sword "Judgment of Good and Evil" fused in Calvin's hands have spread like a spider web across the entire body of the behemoth.
Those marks, superimposed with forty-five layers of the "overlapping shadow rift" rule, resonated simultaneously, and energy frantically connected, clashed, and annihilated between the most vulnerable energy nodes within the void creature's body.
"Hiss—Gahhhhhh—!!!"
The wailing of souls at the rule level swept across the battlefield once again, but this time, the voices were filled with the twisting and collapse of impending death.
The thickest crack, which pierced through the vortex of the behemoth's energy core, suddenly tore open to both sides.
It's not cutting, it's disintegration.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, whether it was the soldiers looking up from the fortress below or the other members of the Soul Guardians in the air who were fighting the City Devourers.
The crack, like a purple crystal being pried open by an invisible giant hand, completely penetrated from the cross-section.
It was as if it were being torn apart, ripped off from the wound in the middle.
The City Devourer's body, composed of flowing iridescent energy fluid, was cleaved in two at the waist, where the energy vortex was most concentrated, by the final burst of the Shadow Rift Mark.
The upper half still retains manta ray-like membranous wings and a ferocious head.
The lower half consists of drooping tentacles and energy spikes that have not yet been launched.
There was no blood at the cut, only a chaotic, purplish-black, high-concentration flow of void energy that was leaking wildly, and granulation tissue that was constantly trying to reorganize but was stopped by the remaining order and the torn rules.
The howls of the giant beast, its two severed bodies, abruptly ceased, turning into a muffled, energy-filled thud.
Without the support of a unified energy cycle, the enormous body began to follow the most basic laws of physics, falling towards the earth covered with purple moss.
"Success!"
Inside the command tower of Fortress Anvil-13, Commander Carlos Anvil, his face covered in soot and blood, slammed his fist on the control panel.
But the joy in his eyes lasted only a moment before it was immediately replaced by a deeper sense of vigilance.
He stared intently at the two predicted trajectory lines on the holographic tactical sand table, especially the first half, which was heading towards an area less than 500 meters from the outer wall on the east side of the fortress!
"All heavy firepower units, heed my command!"
Carlos's roar instantly spread through the data-driven command network to every remaining firing point in the fortress.
"Target: the first half of the wreckage, landing area Z-7 to Z-9! Switch energy type to 'High Explosive Purification'! We absolutely cannot allow that thing to land intact near the fortress!"
He knew it all too well.
Even if the corpse of a level 13 legendary void behemoth is broken in two, the residual energy released at the moment of its death and the void matter it contains are enough to form a small-scale pollution storm.
Not only will it severely impact the already crumbling fortress shield, but it will also act as the strongest catalyst, driving the ordinary void creatures below, who are frantically attacking the city walls, into a complete frenzy, and may even induce temporary mutations and enhancements.
At that point, the already heavily damaged defenses could be breached in one fell swoop.
Just as the first half of the City Devourer's remains was less than two hundred meters from the ground, all the still-functioning heavy magic cannons, alchemical explosive crossbows, and even some mage towers in the Anvil-13 fortress unleashed their combined magical energy and opened fire simultaneously.
That wasn't a burst of fire, but a full-scale bombardment.
The first thing to arrive was a beam of bright white energy, more than three meters in diameter, shot from the main gun position of the fortress—that was the "Purification Judgment" main gun, which was fired after being urgently charged.
The beam of light precisely struck the most critical and chaotic area at the broken end of the mangled body.
"boom----!!!"
The deafening explosions even drowned out all the roars and rumbles on the battlefield.
The severed body, struck by the attack, was like a sac filled with unstable energy being detonated from the inside, instantly shattering into countless fragments burning with silvery-white flames.
The shockwave from the explosion violently blew the latter half of the falling body away, hurling it northeastward, far from the fortress.
It finally crashed heavily onto a forest of withered trees, corroded to a purple color, several kilometers away, stirring up a cloud of purplish-black dust.
However, this area has irreversibly increased the strength of the void, and this node fortress will definitely be unable to withstand the pressure of the attack and will retreat before the devouring line gets close.
But it's better than immediately succumbing to the pressure; at least it buys more time to prepare for evacuation.
"Damn it, even in death they can cause trouble."
The commander cursed and slammed his fist on the table.
But there's nothing we can do about it.
Almost simultaneously, a barrage of ranged attacks rained down: crossbow bolts imbued with holy runes, splitting arcane missiles, and area-of-effect flame storms.
Like a meticulously calculated barrage, it covered the entire airspace within a 300-meter radius of Calvin's squad of five.
The low-level void creatures that were originally attracted and gathered here by the death cries of the city devourers included mutated bone cone crabs, purple floating crystals, and void serpents.
Under this sudden saturation attack, a large area was cleared out in an instant.
A "clean" area briefly appeared in the sky.
"go!"
The half-elf arcanist Lina's voice was visibly tired and hurried. She was forcibly maintaining the stability of the last spatial anchor point, her face as pale as paper.
Captain Calvin did not hesitate at all.
The legendary cross-shaped sword "Judgment of Good and Evil" in his hand had been separated back into the twin swords "Buzz" and "Whisper," which he sheathed behind his back.
He glanced at his teammates.
The armor of the shield-wielding Gronn was the most severely damaged, his left arm hanging unnaturally, yet he still gripped the giant shield tightly.
Paladin Leona was breathing heavily; the burden of maintaining the Holy Hymn was clearly immense.
The elven archer Thran's fingers trembled slightly as she drew her bow, the continuous firing of the rule chains and interference threads having exhausted her mental energy.
He himself was also feeling bad.
Forcibly activating and detonating the forty-five overlapping shadow rifts placed a heavy burden on his own rule-based body and soul, causing his internal energy circulation to become sluggish.
Although they eliminated the enemy relatively quickly throughout the process, their consumption of resources was enormous.
Because in this process, they directly unleashed their full power, only testing the waters once.
But that wave had already made them realize, and they themselves had suffered trauma.
Fortunately, it was just exhaustion and pain.
The digitized bodies and various medications ensure that their combat effectiveness will almost never decline significantly.
So even in this situation, surrounded by a large number of void creatures, they should be able to retreat, not to mention they have long-range support.
"Objective achieved, all personnel evacuate!"
Calvin's voice came through the squad's encrypted channel, still calm, yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness.
"Following the planned route three, return to 'Eye of Deeprock' for emergency treatment and energy replenishment. Lina, open the door!"
Lina gritted her teeth and nodded, using her mental energy to activate the last spatial anchor point that had been pre-set.
A directional warp portal, shimmering with pale blue ripples, unfolded before the five figures. Five figures clad in tattered silver-based armor with gold patterns rushed into the portal one after another.
In the final moments before they disappeared, a dense horde of void creatures once again surged forth to fill the void, but the warp gate had already quietly closed.
The Soul Guardians team succeeded.
The goal was achieved perfectly.
……
At the same moment, hundreds of kilometers away from Anvil-13 Fortress, the battle was ending in a different style.
When Calvin's squad was ordered to move to support Fortress 13, only one person took over their task of stopping the city devourers there.
A blurry shadow appeared silently on the back of the giant sea monster, which resembled a giant sea monster, with three hundred-meter-long tentacles waving in front and compound eyes covered with rays that could emit disintegration.
She was draped in a pure black cloak that seemed to absorb all light, and only a cold glimpse of her lips could be seen in the shadow of the hood.
Even standing atop the giant beast's purple carapace, which constantly secreted corrosive slime, her presence was as faint as background noise.
If it weren't for the special marking by high-level privileged users of the Night's Watch's data network, the soldiers below would have had difficulty even visually pinpointing her exact location.
The first squad of the Soul Guardians – “The First Walker”.
The legendary member Annabelle.
A legendary shadow, an invisible blade.
Her reputation needs no further explanation.
This was an elite squad that was formed in the early days of the Night's Watch.
Captain Leilia had previously earned a formidable reputation in the Abyss.
Her presence here at this moment is itself a testament to the highest level of importance the Supreme Command attaches to the Battle of Fortress Seven.
The city devourer seemed completely unaware of the "foreign object" on its back.
All its attention was focused on the intercepting fire constantly being fired from the fortress below, and on the annoying legendary harassers who were trying to get close to its energy node.
Three enormous tentacles, as thick as fortress towers, wrapped in purple void lightning, were swung fiercely toward the fortress's main shield generator.
Just as the tentacle was about to strike its target.
The shadow moved.
There was no earth-shattering light, no deafening explosion.
On the city wall below, Blake, a human shield guard captain who was desperately swinging his sword at the bone cone crabs surging onto the wall, glanced up subconsciously, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw the three terrifying tentacles, powerful enough to crush mountains, break off cleanly and without warning in mid-air, less than fifty meters from the fortress's shield.
The fracture is as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been instantly sliced by the sharpest, invisible blade in the world.
The severed tentacles, having lost all power, resembled three enormous purple pillars of flesh, carrying a foul wind and lingering arcs of electricity, as they crashed heavily into the buffer zone in front of the city wall, stirring up a cloud of purple dust.
"what?!"
Fortress Commander Carlos cried out in alarm from inside the command tower.
Because he is also a legend.
He knew, of course, just how powerful Annabelle was to have accomplished this.
The problem is that he didn't notice the changes.
We can clearly understand the other party's actions purely through data analysis.
The problem is that Annabelle turned it on intentionally.
Only now did he realize that the difference in power between him and his opponent was so great?
Even though he was also at level thirteen.
And an even more chilling cut followed.
Beneath the City Devourer's body, the hundreds of compound eyes that were constantly shooting out purple disintegration rays to suppress the fortress's firepower points seemed to be simultaneously pierced by invisible needles.
"Pfft!" "Pfft pfft pfft—!"
A series of soft but dense cracking sounds stood out clearly and eerily against the backdrop of the giant beast's painful, suddenly rising roar.
One after another, the scarlet compound eyes exploded, spraying out a thick, purple liquid.
The emission frequency of the rays suddenly became chaotic, and many rays even veered off course and shot towards the same kind of colony.
Only then did the behemoth seem to finally realize where the deadly threat came from.
Its massive body began to writhe violently, and thick purple poisonous mist spewed from the gaps in its carapace, attempting to corrode or repel the attacker on its back.
But it was too late.
Annabelle's figure had already transformed into an elusive black mist, clinging to the giant beast's body at high speed like a persistent leech.
She did not have any physical weapon in her hand, but every time the black mist swept across the giant beast's carapace, fascia, and energy nodes, it left behind cuts of varying depths, with edges covered by writhing shadow power.
These cuts are not immediately fatal, but they precisely disrupt the behemoth's energy flow path, muscle contraction nodes, and even the fragile connection between soul and body.
The power of shadow, like a leech, stubbornly hinders the self-healing of wounds by the energy of the void.
Although the essence of the void is destruction, its creations possess astonishing regenerative abilities due to their immense vitality and racial characteristics. However, at this moment, the rules of destruction themselves interfere with this external shadow power, which has the characteristics of "cutting off" and "eroding," making the healing process extremely slow and inefficient.
To the defenders fighting fiercely below, the scene high in the sky was both bizarre and awe-inspiring.
The once invincible city devourer seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, thousand-cut torture.
Its roars gradually changed from fury to shrill panic, and more and more fine wounds appeared on its huge body, like a prisoner being slowly tortured.
The black mist, like wisps of silk, swirled and entangled, each flash bringing with it a spray of purplish-black "blood flowers" and fragments of carapace.
"It's Lady Annabelle, the 'First Walker'!" an elven ranger exclaimed excitedly, his magic-piercing arrows flying at a faster pace.
"For the Night's Watch! For Egella!"
The human heavy warriors roared and shoved the void creatures surging through the breach off the city wall.
Morale soared on this brutal battlefield of meat grinders, thanks to the overwhelming "slaughter" from above.
Finally, the black mist surrounding the behemoth suddenly thickened to its maximum, like a giant black cocoon, completely enveloping the struggling city devourer.
Time seemed to stand still for a second.
The next moment, the black cocoon silently dispersed.
There was no loud noise, only a series of teeth-grinding, extremely fine "swish" sounds, as if millions of extremely thin blades had completed the cut in the same instant.
The city devourer's massive body, along with its still-fragmented soul's wailing, froze.
Then, under everyone's breathless gaze, it turned into countless relatively uniform purple chunks of flesh and shell fragments with exceptionally smooth cuts.
The fragments fell like raindrops. (End of Chapter)