Chapter 800 - 399: Cooperation_2

Chapter 800: Chapter 399: Cooperation_2

The battlefield is getting increasingly peculiar; if not for third-party interference, the current situation would be incomprehensible.

The two exchanged a glance, and one of the Devils slowly took a step back, his figure gradually fading.

When he reappeared, he furrowed his brows abruptly, his eyes filled with intense alertness.

Because... this is not the destination he teleported to.

"Hello, meow."

The Devil quickly turned towards the source of the sound, seeing a red and black cat watching him with a humanoid expression.

The cat exuded an aura that made him incredibly apprehensive, an aura that had vanished long, long ago... the aura of a Divine Abomination.

Before he could react, illusionary arrays flickered around him.

He suddenly felt his body stiffen, his thoughts halting as well.

Soon, the emotion of surprise spread across his face; he erupted with a terrifying power before freezing in place.

Looking around, he found himself atop a mountain of death, where solitude and desolation dominated every element.

The Devil was somewhat bewildered as he looked around, then his figure gradually faded, returning to the battlefield.

"How did it go?"

A companion’s inquiry brought clarity to the Devil’s somewhat gloomy thoughts.

He shrugged helplessly, "Forget it, I contacted His Majesty the Fallen, and he told us to handle it ourselves."

He then looked towards the battlefield helplessly, "There’s no other way; war is Hell’s growth, and we’re part of Hell, we can’t really be afraid, can we?"

His companion looked puzzled, and suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

The Devil was momentarily stunned and turned around, when instantly a Hexagram Array swept past him.

In a flash, anger appeared in his eyes; he raised his hand and destroyed the array with his power, coldly questioning, "What are you doing?"

The companion breathed a sigh of relief and said nonchalantly, "Nothing much, since His Majesty the Fallen said so, let’s wait a bit longer."

"But how do we fight this guy? I’m not eager to die yet."

"Wait."

"Wait?"

"Yes, he’s quite insane, so let’s take advantage of that insanity. You set up at the back first; in three days, I’ll battle him, lure him over, and we’ll finish him together."

"This... is very dangerous..."

"You’re not the one in danger, don’t worry, we have cannon fodder, don’t we?"

"Alright..."

As their conversation progressed, the battle on the battlefield escalated once more, with the increasingly large-scale war making life seem ever so insignificant at this moment.

Blood Qi soared, and souls wailed.

A cat crouched atop the peak of the mountain of death, gazing down at the battlefield, eyes filled with thoughtful brilliance.

As a beam of light flickered, a strand of twisted field emerged around him, intercepting a segment of information.

Simulating a tone, a slightly impatient cold male voice emanated from the cat’s body: "Twice now, I don’t want a third time."

After the reply, he crushed the message, his figure gradually fading.

When his body re-condensed, another battlefield appeared before him.

The cat shook his head, "Are you so sure we can still cooperate? Or is this just a diversion?"

Pu Sheng murmured softly as he headed towards the Abyss Side of the battlefield.

He was originally an Abyss Side big shot, and effortlessly arrived at a swamp without any obstacle.

The swamp was filled with distorted auras, and any creature entering it with insufficient level would directly mutate into an Abyssal Creature.

But for Pu Sheng’s Divine Abomination Cat, this had no impact.

Ignoring a creature resembling a stitched monster, he walked straight towards a row of irregularly arranged cocoon chambers.

"Insect Race..."

"The Alchemist is indeed... terrifying..."

A low murmur emerged, and Pu Sheng glanced at the approaching figure.

Instantly, the stitched monster froze, silently retreating into the swamp, healing the injuries from its battle with the Fallen Angels.

Pu Sheng carefully examined the cocoon chambers before him, while strands of cat fur floated off from his body towards the distance.

"Meow!"

The intense cat cry echoed, full of dissatisfaction.

A slightly conciliatory male voice followed, "You won’t go bald, Xiao Jiu, you’re all I have now, you have to help me, we’re the best partners."

"Meow~"

"Alright, alright, it’s all yours...."

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[Name: Abyss Tyrant.

Race: Abyssal Insect Race.

Attributes:

Power: 350.

Agility: 200.

Endurance: 400.

Intelligence: 430.

Spirit: ??? (Connected to the Insect Race spiritual network, immune to spiritual-type attacks, and unable to use any spiritual-type attacks.)

Charm: None (Insect Race naturally abhorred by any world)

Luck: None (Insect Race has no luck)

Skills: Frenzied Impact.....

Specialty:

1. Tyrant’s Power: When Magic Power is below 30%, it replenishes to full.

Cooling Time: None.

Note: This specialty consumes Battlefield Blood Qi and Hive Energy.

2. Extreme Storage: Magic Power will be 300% of attributes corresponding to Magic Power, but Magic Power quality remains unchanged.

3. Insect Swarm (Unique): Life lasts only thirty days.

Note: This specialty cannot be altered in any form.

4. Insect Emperor (Unique): Perfect energy compatibility with Insect Emperor Energy, all energy within transforms into high-quality Insect Emperor Energy and 100% obeys Insect Emperor commands.

5. Insect Hive (Unique): Upon death, 30% of all energy within the body at death is consumed as cost to return 70% of energy to the hive.

6. Absolute Coldness: Immune to any spiritual control and devoid of any emotions.

7.....

16. Final Evolution: When Insect Emperor requires, everything returns to the embrace of the Insect Emperor....

Evaluation: Absolutely a war weapon, an energy reservoir, one may not stand out, but en masse, it shall be a disaster.]

Baiyi looked at the attributes of this special unit, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

Elsewhere, Barro was in an entirely active state, enthralled by the Insect Emperor’s authority.

However, authority inherently captivates, let alone these completely obedient soldiers who are the source of power, allowing him to indulge in even stronger illusions.

When Baiyi communicated with Barro, he briefly felt that sensation, and his heart surged with some desire.

Yet he remained somewhat lucid; despite the Insect Race’s strength, they couldn’t achieve the pinnacle of power.

Like the Ancient Gods, the world does not permit exhaustive paths to achieve ultimate power.

For it would only bring destruction to the world, not progress.

Similar to the stories where the Demon King is judged by the Hero, certain things are responses to the era, not due to their incompetence.

Ancient Gods are such creations, and so are the Insect Race.

Baiyi checked various array texts and devices once more.

Regarding the elite units of the Abyssal Insect Race, Baiyi had no intention of playing around with flashy things; one type of soldier sufficed.

Now just waiting for the corpse of God to disappear.

After placing the Primordial Angel’s Feather on an instrument resembling a funnel, a trace of scarlet appeared in Baiyi’s eyes, his right arm suddenly severing and shrinking to the corner.

Having finished, Baiyi took a decisive step.

The space around him rippled and he vanished within an instant.

The Primordial Angel’s Feather is practically the purest power in the world; it can neutralize some influence of the Ancient Gods, perhaps allowing a powerful Insect Emperor with a lifespan of mere hours to appear.

Uncertain for now.

Only during the transformation period can Baiyi temporarily leave for a few hours, and those hours are crucial.

Baiyi needs to attend to some matters, arrange certain tasks, then patiently wait for Hell’s exit and the world’s collapse.

"Father, why did you come so slowly?"

A voice, discontent yet lacking rebuke, spoke.

A faint smile appeared on Baiyi’s face, "Seems there were some unexpected occurrences. Friend, won’t you come out and say hello?"

"Can’t hide from you, can I, meow?"

Pu Sheng slowly emerged from the grass, his words carrying strange suffixes.

Feiya froze, staring at the man with no discernible aura, eyes filled with astonishment.

"You’re not..."

"Stop your little antics for now; Gluttony won’t be easy to handle, have you got any ideas?"