Chapter 1025: Saturation Bombardment

This Demonkin tribe was built on the edge of a forest, its area not large, but when Lei En saw the tribe with his own eyes, his gaze was filled with dread.

Because they are followers of the Plague Lord.

The Plague Lord "Moshphaler" has the lowest presence among the Abyssal Four Gods, yet to the overwhelming majority, He is the most feared being.

He also has many names, such as "Source of All Poisons", "Enemy of All Life", "God of Decay and Stench", "World Corroder", "Lord of Bugs", "Father of Plagues", and so on.

From these names one can guess His terrifying might.

Moshphaler loves life, but in His eyes, whether a wailing infant or a raging plague pathogen, both are merely forms of life's expression. For countless years, He has meticulously blended various plagues and viruses in His own Corruption Domain garden, bestowing them upon His followers.

His followers regard this as the Lord's benevolent love for all living things.

Regardless of age, beauty, moral heart, or race, Moshphaler accepts all followers, tolerantly embracing humanity, like a kind father guiding his beloved child.

But in the eyes of others, the Plague Lord's followers are extremely terrifying; they carry all kinds of viruses and bacteria, their appearance mutates, skin rots, their bodies become covered with a series of pustules, exuding decay and stench, with black clouds of flies and insects perpetually swirling around them.

They are mobile sources of poison; where they pass, not a blade of grass can grow.

Even demons cannot endure such plagues; therefore, although the Plague Lord's followers are numerous, most are concentrated in the Abyssal Plane He controls, with a few in the Prime Material Plane or other planes, isolated in segregated settlements, and almost no one wishes to live with them.

The Demonkin tribe before us is exactly like that.

Neighboring Evil Beastmen and Demon forces keep a clear distance from this tribe, the divide unmistakable, and nearby monsters dare not approach.

Even the Netifu Demon further east draws a line, and the Lord of Darkness's followers also fear being infected by the plague.

This Demonkin tribe is completely isolated, with a population of about fifty thousand.

Centered on the tribe, within dozens of miles the vegetation is unusually lush; vast green meadows are carpeted with vivid flowers, like a meticulously tended grand garden, surrounded by tall, leafy trees, home to numerous beasts and small animals, with insects buzzing and birds flitting—a scene brimming with vitality.

This is a world entirely different from the dead, stagnant Evil Energy Wasteland.

Yet, upon closer inspection, it sends a chill down the spine.

The grass rolls like a living thing, sporadically erupting snow‑flake‑dense maggots that instantly burrow underground; the scent of the flowers lures insects, birds, and beasts, whose petals suddenly flare into terrifying gaping mouths, swallowing them whole, then instantly digesting them into juice;

Those beasts' bodies have mutated, swollen and rotting, their organs falling out and dragging across the ground.

With each step they take, a cloud of insects erupts from them, circles twice, then settles back.

The Demonkin living among them are the same.

Their tribe is built beside a kaleidoscopic river, relatively dispersed; tens of thousands of Demonkin have clear divisions of labor—some cultivate crops, raise livestock, some brew food, some patrol—at first glance it looks like an ordinary tribe.

But they grow man‑eating flowers, raise rotting mutated beasts, feed them with pots of maggots, and a huge cauldron simmers green liquid food whose viral content is unknown.

The patrols are handled by the Rot Knight.

They resemble corpses that have floated in water for months, swollen and festering, a light poke makes them burst with pus, shedding swarms of maggots; even their warhorses have swollen manyfold, surrounded by massive black clouds of insects.

"So disgusting!"

Li Fulin, after seeing it clearly, couldn't help covering her mouth, nearly spitting it out.

Kuilu also wore a face of terror.

Lei En felt his stomach churn; with the Soul Eye and the All-Seeing Eye, he saw more clearly than anyone else, and a prickling ran up his scalp.

The Star Destroyer can seal off air flow, its interior has an independent circulation system; one can imagine how sour the outside smell must be.

Otherwise, the mere odor could cause half of the Transcendent Army to lose combat effectiveness.

Not to mention the air is filled with countless viruses.

The reason Lei En did not let a single Star Destroyer act alone is that he did not want his troops to airdrop and fight these rotting Demonkin, exposed to toxic air; if they contracted the virus, they would bring it back and infect more people.

He plans to wipe the ground directly with the Star Destroyer's firepower!

Soon, Lei En found the Chosen Champion in the tribe, his gaze subtly shifting—not surprised by the Champion's great power, but by the opponent's appearance.

This Demonkin no longer resembled a human shape.

Its whole body is bloated like a deformed meat mountain, standing five or six meters tall, a swollen belly, rotting skin a dark green, patches of rotten flesh clinging to it, with strings of pustules sprouting from the fissures, surrounded by massive swarms of cloud insects, dense and numbering in the millions.

At the summit of the meat mountain one can barely discern a head shape; beneath a pair of massive, uneven horns lies a blood‑filled gaping mouth, lined with fangs, a half‑meter‑long scarlet tongue hanging down, its tip forked like two twisted long worms, each ending in sharp teeth.

Its left arm is half a size larger than the right, mutated into a tentacle, with a sharp bony spike sprouting at the elbow.

Compared to its massive frame, its eyes are tiny, like two yellowish glints.

Chosen Champion Tikegroluo!

It ascended to Chosen Champion earlier than Aiken, over six hundred years ago, but Aiken later rose to become the Eternal Chosen, and because of the Plague Lord's followers' particularities, its fame has been suppressed by the Eternal Chosen, remaining unremarkable these years.

Yet this does not affect Tikegroluo's great strength; its massive evil energy and life force can be perceived even without the Soul Eye.

Lei En judges it to be a Thirty-level or higher Rot Lord.

Among the Plague Lord's followers, senior Rot Lords are honored as Great Unclean Ones; evidently, Tikegroluo is a Great Unclean One.

Lei En shifted his gaze, pondering.

Tikegroluo, blessed by the Plague Lord, has gained massive life force and inevitably possesses an Undying Body; even two main cannons of a Star Destroyer might not be enough to blast it dead.

Three simultaneous shots would be safer!

He thought of it, and his avatar Mavoro, far in Albert Bay, activated the Karanos, transmitting toward Luoshengdu.

After a moment, the Karanos arrived near the Demonkin tribe, maintaining an Invisibility Field hovering aloft about twenty li from the tribe, forming a triangular formation with the other two Star Destroyers.

Lei En no longer hesitated.

The three Star Destroyers simultaneously activated their main cannons, beginning to charge!

In just under thirty seconds, the Rot Lord's perception was not sharp, but it had dispersed countless invisible viruses into the air; the heat generated by the charging main cannons killed swaths of viruses, alerting it, its swollen body rose and moved out of the area.

Tikegroluo grasped a massive, rust‑stained scythe, spitting poison and maggots from its mouth, its dim yellow eyes scanning the sky.

Its gaze changed abruptly, but it was already too late.

Boom—

A blinding flash erupted in Tikegroluo's view, briefly blinding it, then a earth‑shaking roar rang out.

Three thick beams struck the Rot Lord from different angles, unleashing infinite light and heat, instantly engulfing it.

Terrifying energy burst forth, the shockwave sweeping a radius of a thousand meters.

A mushroom cloud surged into the sky.

The Demonkin tribe was annihilated within half a breath; tens of thousands of Demonkin evaporated in the energy discharge, and the surrounding plants, forests, and all mutated creatures were reduced to ash in the explosion. The high‑temperature afterglow spread outward, flattening every obstacle, and the countless viruses in the air were completely eradicated.

"Keep firing!" Lei En ordered.

A roar sounded.

The secondary batteries of the three Star Destroyers also opened fire; each ship carried thirty‑two twin‑linked Electric Light Cannons, a total of 192 cannons firing in unison, continuously. Massive clusters of Electric Light Cannon shells hurled toward the ground, each shell equivalent to a Nine-ring Technique.

A single volley of Electric Light Cannons could cover five square miles, achieving full saturation.

At the same time, rows of panels on the Star Destroyer's side were opened, revealing pitch‑black apertures that launched hundreds of Thunder Spear Missiles.

This was the new weapon Lei En successfully developed last year.

Modeled after the ancient Battle‑Axe Cruise Missile, its warhead carries three hundred pounds of explosives with an Explosion Rune as the fuse. Five rune arrays—including Flight Technique and Mind Link—are etched onto the body, powered by Titan Furnace energy for propulsion, and guided precisely by the Star Destroyer's crystal matrix. Its power lies between an Eight‑ring and a Nine‑ring Technique, with a maximum range of one hundred twenty miles—far beyond the Star Destroyer's main cannon, and many times farther.

The Thunder Spear Missile is not expensive; mass production can be kept to around four hundred Gold Shields per batch.

Compared with the Electric Light Cannon, the Thunder Spear Missile is certainly pricier, and its power is slightly inferior.

However, the Thunder Spear Missile wins in range, needs no charging, and can be launched in a single salvo to deliver the fiercest firepower.

Lei En equipped each Star Destroyer with two thousand Thunder Spear Missiles, and the half‑plane's warehouses stockpiled tens of thousands more.

In the first wave, the three Star Destroyers launched three hundred Thunder Spear Missiles.

Each three‑meter‑long cylindrical projectile trailed lightning‑shaped flames, carving graceful arcs across the sky as if they had eyes, plunging straight toward the Demonkin tribe's location like a dense rain of fire, exploding amid the main cannon's aftershock.

Boom—boom—boom…

Lightning and flame roared together, and the sky and earth trembled.

The main cannon was still charging, requiring three seconds; the Electric Light Cannon was cooling, needing twelve seconds. Thus all firepower was sustained solely by Thunder Spear Missiles.

Before the first wave's explosions subsided, the second wave of missiles arrived.

Also three hundred.

A faint, maddened roar rose from the explosions, only to be drowned by the Thunder Spear Missiles. After three successive missile barrages, the Electric Light Cannon shells fell, followed by another three missile waves; after two cycles, the Star Destroyer's main cannon roared.

Boom!

Three massive beams struck a vague mass of rotting flesh, reducing it entirely to ash.

"Stop."

Lei En raised his right hand.

He kept the phone interface open and saw no abnormal rise in the soul‑energy pool, evidently failing to absorb Tikegroluo's soul; yet the All‑Seeing Eye pierced the explosion's smoke and did not detect the Great Unclean One reviving inside.

After the Star Destroyer ceased fire, the afterglow gradually faded, revealing the ground.

The Demonkin tribe left no trace; the ground bore a massive crater hundreds of meters in diameter, a hundred meters deep, its soil and rock melted into glass. Hundreds of smaller craters radiated outward, every inch of land scorched by terrifying firepower, like an Abyssal furnace.

Tikegroluo vanished!

No living thing could be found in the area; even invisible bacteria and viruses were burned to ash.

Li Feilin and Kuilu were both dumbfounded; seeing a Star Destroyer unleash its full firepower for the first time, the world‑shattering bombardment filled them with dread, unable to imagine what kind of champion could survive such onslaught.

Perhaps only a deity could withstand it!

"Three ships!"

Kuilu whispered.

Li Feilin only then realized, seeing in the sky ahead, one on the left, one on the right, and two identical Star Destroyers.

She had known of the Glamorgan's existence early on, boarding Star Destroyers many times, but always thought there was only one until today's departure revealed a second; upon reaching the Demonkin tribe, a third suddenly appeared!

Lei En must have built more than three Star Destroyers!

Li Feilin inhaled deeply, scanned the ground repeatedly, and asked softly, "Lei En, is he dead?"

"Uncertain," Lei En shook his head.

Moshphaler is called the Compassionate Father by his followers; though a dark god, he is generous to them, especially to a powerful Chosen Champion, and would not easily abandon a Great Unclean One. He should return Tikegroluo's soul to the Abyss Corruption Domain to reshape its body.

As long as it does not resurrect in Luoshengdu, it will be fine.

Tikegroluo knew nothing of what transpired from start to finish, never even seeing a Star Destroyer, and cannot provide the Plague Lord with much information.

Moreover, the Plague Lord, like the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of the Dead, only takes interest in the Prime Material Plane during Abyss invasions; otherwise he is indifferent, and even if aware, the impact is minimal.

Unless it is the meddlesome Lord of Chaos…

Lei En waited several minutes, saw no sign of Tikegroluo, confirming his suspicion.

Some Demonkin, being farther from the tribe, escaped the disaster and fled frantically outward.

"Eradicate evil completely."

Lei En would certainly not spare these remnants; the three Star Destroyers spread out, the Electric Light Cannons fired again to blast the fleeing Demonkin. Thunder Spear Missiles were launched one by one, covering every inch of ground, ready to eradicate all mutated plants, beasts, and viruses within dozens of miles.

Once the Magic Torch Tower is completed, Holy Lance Knights and priests will be dispatched to cleanse the area's viruses and plagues before cultivation can begin.

As for Demons and Evil Beastmen, Lei En plans to have his legions eliminate them, gathering their corpses to plant mushrooms in Black Soul Valley.

Half a day later.

The three Star Destroyers nearly exhausted their Thunder Spear Missiles; the Demonkin tribe's surrounding dozens of miles turned to scorched earth, finally ending the battle.

(End of chapter)