Chapter 464: Bloody Battle in the Hive City!

"Hiss—!!!"

Having received the gift of the blood of Chaos, tens of millions of God-chosen rats raised their heads at the same time, letting out a piercing hiss!

That spiritual shock gathered from countless evil thoughts, like an invisible heavy hammer, smashed fiercely onto Gante's domain that had not yet fully taken shape!

The scorching air instantly became cold and viscous.

The endless sea of sand that had just appeared in the mortal world, under the wriggling flesh and blood tide and the roar that seemed to pierce the soul, actually melted rapidly like ice crystals falling into magma!

Looking at the rapidly fading domain, a look of horror appeared on Gante's face, which was always calm, for the first time.

His domain—

Was actually interrupted!?

Since he stepped into the demigod tier, this was the first time that a domain could not be unfolded.

Even when sparring with other demigods, it was at most the domains of both sides eroding each other, but there had never been such a situation of being completely covered.

And what was even more unbelievable was that the guy who blocked his domain was actually just a Grandmaster-tier transcendent!

"Hahahaha! Are you surprised?"

Silas looked at Gante, his mouth letting out a sharp mockery, the twisted smile burning with madness, just like a rat that had finally climbed to the top of the food chain.

"In the Hive City of my Lord, I am the invincible existence; no one can defeat me! Remember my name! The person who ends your legend—is Lord Silas!"

In that sharp roar, the endless rat tide rolled with gray-black flesh waves.

One giant rat after another was like being cast with a frenzy magic, and scarlet light began to flash on their bodies.

They became stronger!

Individual God-chosen rats even broke through the bottleneck of the Platinum-tier and reached the Diamond-tier rank.

And the only difference between them and true Diamond-tier powerhouses was probably only the time they possessed power, and being forever bound in this Hive City.

"Roar—!" A giant rat let out a roar, burning with desire in its eyes, and ran toward Gante.

Watching the rat tide running toward him on all fours, a hint of solemnity finally appeared on Gante's face, and he gripped the greatsword in his hand tightly.

Although the strength of this Silas was only at the Grandmaster level, he had relied on the fanaticism of tens of thousands of God-chosen rats to hard-build a domain called Hive City!

On this land completely polluted by Chaos, his sacrifices were almost endless; even if he could kill them, the evil spirits hovering in the sky would immediately fill them on the ground, pouring into those frantic bodies of flesh and blood.

Just when Gante felt extremely troubled, a majestic voice suddenly came from the distant horizon, and that low and ancient voice sounded like a dragon's roar.

"—The dead return!"

Gante was stunned for a moment.

Dragon language?

He didn't understand the meaning of that low roar, but at the same time the voice fell, a pitch-black ripple suddenly swept across the battlefield.

A strange scene also happened at this moment.

He saw that wherever the ripple passed, countless corpses of God-chosen rats suddenly opened their eyes and stood up shakily from the ground.

Ghostly green soul fire replaced the scarlet that had not yet dissipated in their pupils; they were no longer the bloodthirsty claws of Chaos, but had become the undead!

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

They had no movements, as if they were empty shells, after all, their souls had long been greedily extracted by Urgos's claws the moment they died.

However, it was Urgos's greed that gave Luo Yan an opportunity.

These newborn undead could just be used to pour in the players' souls, used as containers to accommodate soul mirrors!

At the same time, all the players watching in front of the crystal ball of the Graveyard saw a pop-up window that made them ecstatic.

【Limited-time experience event: The Rat Disaster has started!】

【Event goal: Play as the undead rats under the Demon King, kill Silas and his Chaos rat servants, and offer a sacrifice named death to the Demon King!

Demon King: "The Claw of Eternal Hunger is trying to devour our world! Let those evil spirits who are unwilling to sleep return to where they should go!】

Seeing the pop-up window, the players instantly boiled over; this reminded them of the experience dungeon in the Academy before.

"Holy shit! New limited-time experience card for a race?"

"Awesome! This body is fiercer than a skeleton soldier!"

"I feel like I'm super strong now!"

"Ao ao ao! Brothers, for the Demon King, for the tribe... pfft, for the Graveyard! Charge!!!"

The new event instantly attracted countless players to sign up.

At the same time they signed up, their souls were extracted from their original bodies and drifted to the crystal ball on the teleportation array of the Graveyard.

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

It's really not a coincidence.

He happened to have a group of souls from a foreign world in his hand, although they were not as twisted as these guys, they were still comparable in terms of abstraction.

Streams of ghostly green soul fire drifted out from the crystal ball in Luo Yan's hand, shuttling across the sky of the battlefield, and injected into those empty-shell-like bodies.

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

One of them, which was being gnawed by countless rats, suddenly woke up, grabbed a battle axe from the ground and swept it forward, instantly cutting a God-chosen rat that was caught off guard into two segments!

"Roar—!"

Tens of thousands of "player undead" let out excited roars.

With a posture of not being afraid of death, they launched the fiercest attack toward those twisted and ugly Chaos giant rats.

Undead giant rats were constantly submerged in the rat tide, but with a flash of pitch-black flames, new undead bodies quickly stood up from the ground!

Undead rats and Chaos rats slaughtered each other, broken limbs and arms flew on the battlefield, and that bloody scene made everyone hold their breath!

Silas, standing on the flesh and blood altar, finally had his wild laughter freeze, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

This is...

What the hell?

He naturally knew it was necromancy, but he had never heard of any necromancer who could enslave so many vengeful souls!

Perhaps there were enough vengeful souls in other places, but the vengeful souls on this battlefield were basically taken away by Urgos as sacrifices, and it was impossible for that guy to lure them over!

As for the ones in the sky?

That had even less to do with that guy!

Where did these souls come from?!

Just when he was confused, the black-green tide had already formed a domain called death, which was devouring the rolling tide under his feet!

He discovered in horror that as those dead undead rats were poured with vengeful souls from unknown sources, Urgos's Hive City actually showed signs of shrinking!

The expansion of Chaos giant rats relied on gnawing on the flesh and blood of companions, but now their eating speed was clearly limited!

The battle situation showed signs of reversal at this moment.

The situation that was originally favorable to Chaos was shifting because of the necromancer who didn't know when he had killed his way to the battlefield!

"Shameless thief! Thief! Those are my rats, my slaves, my corpses! Give them—back to me!"

Silas roared.

A dark red Chaos spear condensed in his hand and was thrown fiercely toward the center of the black ripple.

His "Hive City" lost its most important regenerative ability, and Urgos, overlooking this land, let out a dissatisfied low moan.

He must solve this guy as soon as possible!

Whether it was to please Urgos or for himself!

The dark red spear drew an arc in the air, slashing fiercely toward the man who was chanting magic, blasting him and the forest beside him into powder!

That world-destroying blow left a hundred-meter-wide deep pit on the ground, like thunder thrown by the gods to the ground!

A ferocious grin appeared on Silas's face, and just as he was about to scream with excitement because of the success of the blow, a golden electric light suddenly ran toward him across a distance of several kilometers, slamming onto his left shoulder with lightning speed.

"Ah!!!"

Silas let out a cry of pain, was brought down from the flesh and blood altar by the huge impact, and smashed heavily onto the heads of the rat swarm behind him.

A golden arrow was stuck in his shoulder, his entire arm lost all sensation, and the holy blessing permeated his blood vessels like poison, making every inch of flesh and blood all over his body let out twisted and painful wails.

Silas was both shocked and angry, enduring the piercing pain, grabbed the arrow, and threw it to the ground fiercely.

The moment the arrow landed, it turned into light dust and dissipated on the muddy flesh and blood altar, as if it had never existed.

And at the same time, on the hill several kilometers away.

Princess Ailin, with her silver hair fluttering, held a longbow, aiming from afar at the center of the Hive City, golden electric light dancing on her fingertips.

That was the bow and arrow form of the Light of Heraldry, which once belonged to the Grand Duke of the Campbell Principality three hundred years ago, Atleke Campbell.

Like the "Archer" of the Green Forest Army, he was also good at using the longbow.

It was just that what he was good at was not killing unarmed people, but to protect the people of Campbell, holding a longbow deep into the swamp in the southwest of Lei Ming City, and shooting an evil dragon that was entrenched there!

His prestige spread far and wide, and he became one of the heroic souls guarding the Campbell Principality, worshipped and respected by later generations!

When killing Kalian earlier, Princess Ailin's strength officially advanced to the Diamond-tier, reaching the same rank as her father, Grand Duke Aaron Campbell!

It was precisely because of this that when she called this power at the cost of her own vitality, the arrow that came following the call far exceeded her own limits, and could even be compared to the full-strength blow of a Purple Crystal-tier powerhouse!

However, it was a pity that this arrow, which was enough to kill the "Dragon Demon King" in seconds, didn't send that Chaos God-chosen away.

What a pity.

Princess Ailin took a deep breath, took down the red magic potion tied to her belt and drank it, feeling the consumed blood energy recover a little.

"Truly blasphemous..."

Watching the black clouds rolling over Dusk City, Quitin Copper-Furnace couldn't help but curse in a low voice, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

He had never seen such a terrifying Chaos ritual, actually using all the people in a city as sacrifices to offer to the evil spirits in the void.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of terrible disaster this terrifying ritual would bring to this land once completed.

"We are here precisely to purge the blasphemy." Teresa drew the longsword from her waist and held it above her head, "Artillery troops, prepare!"

Taking advantage of Princess Ailin looking for an opportunity again, the Campbell artillery and dwarf artillery pushed the smoothbore cannons and mortars to the front line in unison.

Following the artillery commander's order, thick and long tongues of fire sprayed forward, and the shells drew arcs and smashed into the rat swarm.

Although for these God-chosen rats, the firepower of conventional weapons was slightly weaker, it still caused no small damage to the rat tide!

The artillery fire in the distance reached the position of the Salvation Army, and the hearts of countless soldiers were instantly lifted, their morale high.

"Reinforcements!"

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

Encouraged by the artillery fire, their movements of loading flintlock muskets became faster, pouring round after round of bullet rain toward the Chaos rats that were slaughtering with the "Holy Spirits."

The artillery fire in the distance also attracted the attention of the Hell Dwarves; these bald-headed guys wearing wigs suddenly showed surprised expressions on their faces.

"Artillery of the Gaoshan Kingdom?!"

"How did the Demon... cough, Son of God get involved with those dwarves?"

"Quick! Push our own treasures up too! Don't let this bunch of idiots who were fooled by Saint Xisi steal all the limelight!"

The rocket launchers were things from North Peak City after all, and couldn't represent the strength of Broken Rock Peak!

Everyone discussed for a long time, and finally, the Hell Dwarf artillery commander gave an order, pushing the smoothbore cannons that were prepared in the rear to the front of the formation.

Taking advantage of the gap in rocket launcher loading, the Hell Dwarf artillerymen lit the fuses, shooting thick and long fire dragons toward the rat sea.

On the other side, hearing the artillery fire coming from the Salvation Army position, Quitin Copper-Furnace also showed a surprised expression on his face.

Such a familiar sound.

But he always felt something was wrong.

That artillery sound was neither the thickness of the Gaoshan Kingdom, nor the crispness of the Furnace Fire Kingdom, nor the dullness of the Mine Alliance.

It couldn't be...

Hell Dwarves, right?

Thinking of this, Quitin showed a ghost-seeing expression on his face.

He actually already had the answer in his heart, but looking at the common enemy in front of him, he finally chose to remain silent.

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

Facts proved that not only Hell Dwarves are flexible, but dwarves who adhere to tradition can also be very flexible.

Setting aside faith and philosophy, they were originally the same race, just some were bald, and some had a lot of hair.

Two armies gathered toward Dusk City, greatly boosting the morale of the defenders.

The regular army of the Kingdom rushed onto the city wall wave after wave, fighting a desperate battle with the rat swarm under the command of the general and governor, not giving an inch!

As more and more "Chaos giant rats" fell, and stood up again in the posture of "undead giant rats," joining the death domain that was constantly expanding, the balance of victory was tilting little by little toward the side defending order!

Luo Yan had gradually found the knack for controlling the "domain."

He only needed to complete this huge "death domain" through a crystal ball and a teleportation array, and constantly erode Urgos's "Hive City."

As for pouring in the souls of the undead—

This was indeed a problem for ordinary necromancers, but for him who possessed a godhead, it was not a problem at all.

His players didn't need any helmets; they could enter just by wearing a VR headset, and the threshold was much lower.

Especially now that he had occupied a certain share of faith in this world, wholesaling a million-strong army was completely effortless.

Even if these weak souls didn't have transcendent power as support, the bodies they controlled themselves had hosted powerful souls and were poured with power beyond mortals by the Chaos ritual.

It was precisely because of this that even "white-board newbies" could control these flesh and blood amplified by Chaos, dealing tons of physical damage on the battlefield and experiencing the feeling of being a superman—oh no, a super rat.

This kind of opportunity is hard to come by; being able to experience such an exciting "national war" as soon as they enter the game is also a huge profit for those strong laborers who were pulled in!

Watching the "death domain" still not stop expanding, Silas gradually realized that his thunderous blow just now hadn't hit the target.

His face gradually became ugly.

Especially since the Northern Rescue Army led by Princess Ailin had also killed their way to the battlefield, the roaring artillery fire was cooperating with the constantly expanding death domain, prying the corners of the "Hive City" bit by bit!

However, he couldn't care about dealing with Princess Ailin and her army right now, because Gante, who was wielding a greatsword, was getting closer and closer to him.

That guy seemed to have acquiesced to the existence of the undead around him; these Imperial people who viewed the undead as enemies had actually started to change!

The black clouds in the sky kept rolling, and the pupil overlooking this land gradually revealed a hint of irritability.

Sensing the urging of the Claw of Eternal Hunger, Silas didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly reconnected his consciousness to the flesh and blood altar beside him, starting to mobilize more power to block the expansion of the death domain, trying his best to block Gante's charging pace.

"I will chop you all into fertilizer!"

"You don't even think about getting close to my throne! Don't even think about it—!!"

Silas's mouth let out a sharp howl, pointed a finger toward Gante's direction, and a scarlet light shot out from his fingertip.

That light swept away accompanied by the aura of death!

However, at the moment it was about to touch Gante, it was like an iceberg hitting the shore, slashed to pieces by that whistling greatsword!

And at the same time, a black sun suddenly appeared in the sky, and that sun emitted a chilling death light.

Sensing the coldness on his scalp, Silas was startled, looked up at the sky, only to see that black sun smashing toward his direction fiercely.

"Boom—!"

The black flames of the explosion swept across the hundred-meter-wide battlefield, swallowing his flesh and blood altar into those boiling flames.

Silas, who had just been scorched by holy light, was now experiencing the baptism of undead fire, and the feeling was so refreshing, just like ice and fire.

"Cough—"

Barely taking this blow, Silas retreated pathetically. However, before he could stand firm, he heard a hateful voice coming from beside him.

"How does it feel? My return gift."

Silas was startled, his soul almost scared away, his right hand transformed into a black long thorn, sweeping toward the direction where the voice came from!

However, it was a pity that the whistling blow only cut a butterfly wing to pieces, turning into transparent fragments and disappearing into the wind.

Before he could come back to his senses about what that was, a gust of wind ravaged the battlefield burning with black flames, slashing straight toward his face.

That was a pitch-black greatsword!

Boundless sword energy blocked every direction he could escape, as if to cut his flesh and blood together with his soul into fragments.

"No—" Silas's mouth let out a scream, but he couldn't dodge at all, and collided with that sword energy.

However, at this moment, a black thunder suddenly descended from the sky, slashing onto Silas's skull first!

"Boom—!"

The raging thunder light directly evaporated Silas's flesh and blood, together with the altar burning with black flames beside him, and beat them into fragments.

The violent shock wave swayed in all directions; Gante held the sword in front of him as a shield to block, and jumped nearly a hundred meters away borrowing the momentum.

The web between his thumb and forefinger was aching.

The power of that blow had long exceeded the limits of mortals, to the point that even he, who possessed demigod-level strength, felt a hint of threat.

Not daring to believe that such power actually existed in the world, Gante quickly looked up toward Silas's direction, but his pupils contracted in an instant.

Silas was gone.

Including the altar beside him, and the mountain of corpses and sea of bones piled on the altar.

Replacing it was a giant rat hundreds of meters tall!

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

The pressure like doomsday was suppressing all directions, and those lazy rat eyes were like black holes swallowing all hope.

The Plague Tooth assassins who were attacking the Dusk City city wall saw this scene and stopped their movements one after another, their faces revealing madness intertwined with excitement and panic.

Geluo!

The Rat of Gluttony!!

They trembled and crawled on the ground, offering the most pious prayers to the giant rat that emitted a suffocating stench.

Praise Chaos—

Praise the Void!

Lord Geluo actually descended to the mortal kingdom!

The human toys of Dusk Province actually invited that adult over!

Their excitement at this moment was probably similar to the Campbell people in the northeast of the Whirlpool Sea seeing the Emperor from the Holy City.

Geluo often sent God-chosen ones, but coming down to play himself... at least their short rat lives hadn't seen it.

In history?

Dwarves remember past things; rat-men never remember that stuff, and they can just make it up when needed.

The artillery fire on the battlefield stopped unconsciously; on one hand, the ammunition on the front line was exhausted, and on the other hand, they were stunned.

Looking at that doomsday-like scene, Luo Yan, standing at the edge of the battlefield, also couldn't help but show a surprised expression on his face, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"This is... Urgos in person?"

But—

How is this possible?

Others don't understand what the void is, but he knows it too well.

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

However, it was precisely because he understood that he was even more unable to understand this scene happening before his eyes...

Logically speaking, the things behind the void shouldn't be able to come over.

That towering giant rat let out a dull, long burp, and then that lazy gaze crossed the battlefield and landed on Luo Yan.

"I didn't want to come out, but I changed my mind—"

It didn't look at Gante, nor did it look at the tribute under its feet, nor did it look at the roaring toys in the distance, but cast an interested gaze at someone who was ready to run away at any time.

Its voice was very slow.

Just like that long burp.

"That little toy, who gave it to you?" ===== CHAPTER 465 =====

"That little trinket, who gave it to you?"