NOVGO.NET Chapter 768: I Want These Vermin Torn Apart
Chapter 768: 768: I Want These Vermin Torn Apart
“With the blade of Godslayer, we forge the song of mortals!”
“Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, a sacrifice to the million fallen souls of Earth!”
“The dying must pay for their sins!”
That thunderous voice rose again from beneath the blood-red mountain.
“Kill!”
“Kill them all! Avenge my brothers! Avenge every humiliated soul of my people!”
“Godslayer forever!”
From the skies, the roar of war echoed like a divine sword splitting the heavens, shaking the hearts of all who heard it. Even the powerful adventurers from other worlds turned pale at the murderous will crashing down on them.
“Godslayer remnants! They should have been wiped out long ago!” a god-tier adventurer spat through gritted teeth.
“Years of rest and they’ve crawled back into power!”
The gathered elites looked grim. They could never understand why Pantheon Sanctum’s gods had failed to snuff out these pests for good. Yet the truth was undeniable: every time Godslayer or Dragon’s Kiss Guild appeared, their side paid dearly.
These Earthlings fought like madmen. Even knowing they couldn’t revive, they threw themselves into the slaughter. No gods on their side, no immortals to lead them, yet they fought tooth and nail every single time.
To these alien adventurers, who had lived in their Infinite Dimensions for millennia, shifting homes after defeats and conquering weaker worlds when convenient, the idea of “homeland” was alien. Generations had forgotten what “home” even meant. Wherever they went, the radiance of the Goddess of Aurora’s dominion loomed. Even gods could not measure the reach of her light.
A colossal mech, nearly a hundred meters tall, crimson as if forged from blood itself, descended. Its left arm clutched a monstrous axe, its right arm a black energy cannon.
“Primordial Titan’s weapon… the Funeral Axe of Bloodthroat!” Hobilarze’s eyes narrowed, recognizing its origin.
“Nightshade’s Titan Mech, God-Slayer Class. Unit 021.” Orson’s eyes lit with surprise. This war machine gleamed with the sacred plating of Cartier’s Star, boasting 1.7 billion HP and over half a million attack.
The axe in its hand once belonged to a Primordial Titan that descended upon Earth. Its effect, Ruin, prevented wounds from healing and limbs from regenerating.
And inside the mech, the war cry belonged to none other than SirLagsALot’s wife—Heartbroken Loli.
“God-Slayer Mech. Be careful.” Hobilarze’s tone grew heavy. This model was Nightshade’s masterpiece, fueled by the Godslayer Alliance’s resources. Twelve had once existed. Half were destroyed by gods, others annihilated by coalitions of the eleven Infinite Dimensions. But Unit 021 had already slain four god-tier beings and butchered millions, searing its terror into the invaders’ memories.
“Grant me strength once more, Lilith…”
A ragged voice rose. A one-eyed knight in battered armor knelt, clutching a broken staff.
From above, a silver dragon with shattered horns and countless scars dived, shrieking. Dust rose as it crashed down, its stench of gore and demon-flesh choking the air. Gone was any grace of a holy dragon—only vicious rage burned in its eyes.
Through the haze strode a tall figure, regal despite wielding no more than king-tier strength. His presence alone silenced the battlefield.
“The Silver Dragon Knight King!” one god-tier adventurer gasped. He had once seen that lance taste divine blood.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
A dozen figures dropped from the blood mountain, smashing the marble floor of the sanctum. Blood-red killing intent surged skyward.
“One god-tier… two… three…”
A wiry figure stood tall, pointing at each alien powerhouse. “Forget it. However many come, I’ll kill them all!”
“Insolence!”
The adventurers erupted in fury at such blasphemy.
“Show them what we’re made of!”
A void fissure tore open, and a star-dragon wrapped in deathly aura emerged, roaring to face the silver beast charging down.
But the silver dragon… laughed. A chilling, mocking sound. White light flashed, and it leapt back.
“Ovila. You think you and your pet can hide from me forever?”
Crash!
Golden claws, vast as mountains, slammed down. Five talons wrapped around the star-dragon’s throat, ripping through scales and spraying blood like a fountain.
“The Lord of the Underworld!” Ovila, the necromancer, blanched, staring at the shadowed dragon wreathed in mist.
“It’s… the Earth Arrow God’s beast!”
Shock rippled. Everyone knew the Godslayer guild’s most dreaded warbeast. Wherever she flew, death followed. She alone had the power to spread war into other worlds.
“Lottery time! The Dragon Queen is rolling the dice! Place your bets—C, B, SS rank, take your pick!”
The gleeful shriek made even hardened warriors recoil. The Lord of the Underworld never came alone. When the Dragon Queen was present, no one knew if the next spell would be useless trash or a forbidden curse that could fell a god-weapon. Together, their power rivaled even Lower Gods.
Twin blood-red eyes pierced the fog, a guttural dragon-tongue shaking the air. “Ovila, where is your god now? My hundred slain dragons demand their debt repaid.”
Ovila hailed from the Silent World, where death reigned. She had once led legions of undead to butcher the dragon race, turning fallen leviathans into twisted war machines against Godslayer. Even the Lord of the Underworld and Dragon Queen had failed to end her, protected as she was by the Death God.
Now, though outnumbered, Godslayer held the advantage.
“Domain: Wailing of a Thousand Dragons!”
Hundreds of rifts split open. Undead dragons and warbeasts poured out, piling into mountains of bone and rotting flesh. The tide surged at the twin dragons.
The black fog swelled with shadows as the undead drowned the battlefield. Ovila smirked. Even this Earth wyrm would vanish beneath her tide.
“Souls of the dead… heed my call!”
Aeloria’s roar thundered. Her colossal form unfurled, silver wings blazing with holy light and reeking of the underworld. Her crown of jagged horns glowed as golden light burst skyward.
“Ha! Jackpot!” cackled the small figure on her head. “Mount, let’s ride!”
Forbidden spell: Thousand Vines Entwined!
Green mist spewed forth. Aeloria sneered and exhaled black flame. “Deathfire Breath!”
Every undead it touched sprouted vines and leaves. Dozens of corpse-dragons writhed, bound like dumplings. Aeloria’s claws raked through them, scattering gore across the sanctum.
“Hobilarze! Lord Taran! They mean war!” Ovila cried, panic cutting her arrogance.
“Remnants of Godslayer, you dare defy us? Then die here!”
“I’m sick of vermin squirming beneath my feet. My lords, give the word!”
The undead tide smashed into buildings, leveling the sanctum’s outer halls. Alien adventurers fumed.
“What now…” Hobilarze’s face twisted, glancing toward the silent man standing firm. Just his presence was suffocating.
Taran’s expression darkened. He knew Orgod was baiting them, forcing their hand. As the undead fell in heaps, he turned to the desperate Ovila and said coldly:
“Prepare to bear the will of the Death God.”
“Yes! I want these vermin torn apart a thousand times over!” Ovila’s eyes blazed, exultant at the promise of divine possession.