novelzi Chapter 876 - 351: Soldiers at the City Gates, the Catastrophe of the Ghost Lamp
Chapter 876 - 351: Soldiers at the City Gates, the Catastrophe of the Ghost Lamp
The ancient darkness, eternal and undying.
Thicker than ink, a demonic fog permeated this desolate land, day and night, month after month, year after year.
The three scythe-shaped purple moons grew larger and more curved.
At last—day broke.
The Nether Moon cast a purplish glow, gradually obscuring the darkness and silence.
In the desolate black desert, an abandoned castle stood forlornly, sand eroding the area, rocks weathered by the wind, the mottled marks of time vividly apparent.
In the undulating black mountain ranges, venomous centipedes climbed the cliffs, Bone Dragons soared in the sky, and one tattered corpse after another crawled out of the soil, aimlessly wandering about.
In the icy black currents, Wild Winds were chilling, torrential rain fell heavily, monsters screamed, and the dead wailed, composing symphonies of unrivaled horror.
...
This was the Ghost Lamp Abyss.
On this magic-infused soil, weathered by eons, life and death cycled incessantly, disputes never ceased, always a festive carnival of destruction and rebirth.
However, the balance was bound to be disrupted someday.
That day, space tore apart.
The sky, the earth, the oceans, the mountains, the grasslands, the forests, the swamps... In nearly every iconic region, fissures appeared.
They seemed taller than the heavens and wider than the earth.
Majestic mountains that had stood for innumerable millennia were split in half in an instant.
There were also ocean current faults, volcanic eruptions, floods flowing backwards, hurricanes halting, landslides and cloud collapses... Unheard and unseen scenes were frozen at the same chronological node, covering the entire abyss from all sides.
When even the Nether Moon lost its light, the trembling natives could no longer contain their terror.
They screamed; they fled.
Like a tidal wave, a horde of beasts quickly overwhelmed villages, and ancient relics representing history and sediment were destroyed in such an onslaught.
Ghost Lamp...great chaos!
From order to chaos—in the blink of an eye!
"Oh, Ancestors above."
"After thirty thousand years, my Hammer Demon clan finally returns to our homeland!"
Through the fissures, one bizarre Fond Spirit after another appeared—crawling, leaping, rushing, twisting, moving swiftly.
More than two-thirds of them were laughing, their arrogant smiles and unrestrained laughter were like lightning and thunder, resounding powerfully.
"Detestable! My ancestor merely killed a Young King of the Ye Clan, yet Mr. Ye himself personally led an expedition against us, half of our clan was eradicated, not even sparing the unborn demons in the womb!"
"If it weren’t for my forefather’s wisdom to flee beforehand, my Hammer Demon clan would have perished in the Near Ancient Era, and could never have survived into the New Era!"
A giant demon, resembling an ape and standing over seven hundred meters tall, wielding a metal hammer fused to its arm, slammed it heavily onto the ground:
"The Ye Clan is overbearing! Holding dominion over an abyss, wielding execution orders, grasping tyrannical power, they have long been courting death!"
"Previously I was powerless, merely a Saint Fetus, not daring to strike against stone!"
"Now, with the Jester Emperor leading armies himself from the Abyss of the Red Dust, we seize this chaos to raid, to assassinate, to plunder! The age-old grievances of the Near Ancient era, repaid tenfold!"
"Boom—"
With the second strike, a mountain thunderously collapsed.
The Hammer Demon King glared at a group of wildly fleeing wild demons, leapt over mountains and jumped across seas, and in a moment, smashed them into a pool of blood mud, then laughed viciously.
"Hahaha, Big Hammer, you go to the west, don’t compete with this old one for resources!"
From another distant fissure, a large cricket hanging human heads, burst forth like lightning, laughing sharply:
"Old Man Cricket here holds no grudge against the Ye Clan, nor any enmity with the races here!"
"But having been invited by the Jester Emperor, how can I refuse?"
"Perfect! To plunder! To slaughter! To seize more treasures of the Ghost Lamp, and when I return to my clan, my offspring will enjoy wealth and honour! Such a rare opportunity must not be missed!"
With his boisterous sound waves spreading across the lands, many lower beings curled up in the mud and rocks, either spewing foam from their mouths or breathless.
The prowess of his skill was terrifying, killing tens of thousands of beings in an instant.
The survivors trembled tremendously, the more intelligent ones even more horrified.
"You... dare to enact a genocide of an entire race?"
"Such actions are taboo anywhere, you will be reprimanded, the Ye Clan won’t let you go..."
"The Ye Clan? The Ye Clan itself is in trouble!"
Crickety Elder flashed behind the speaker, its mouthparts stabbing into its head, sucking the soul, and mockingly laughed:
"I admit, the Ye Clan once shone, able to maintain an unbeaten lineage for a hundred and twenty thousand years, viewed as extraordinarily powerful in All Heavens!"
"But they are ultimately old, and since the Asura King, no one and no beast could carry the banner of their clan’s fate!"
"Now, when the wall falls, the mighty push, and you, a mere Shining World Fetus, dare to complain?"
With a ’puh’, Cricket Elder dropped a corpse, sweeping through other beings like a violent wind, and continued to screech:
"Don’t you know, in the New Era, the Second Epoch, turmoil is frequent!"
"Several supreme races have been heavily wounded, and even the Divine Trace Lineage has been exterminated!"
"But this is still not enough! Not lively enough! Not thrilling enough!"
"If the Ghost Lamp Abyss is overturned, the Ye Clan erased! The Blood Witch Clan extinct! We divide the treasures of this abyss, my bounty will be full, endless harvest, wouldn’t that be delightful?!"
Killing—frenzied killing.
The lone Crickety Elder, not only more agile than the Hammer Demon King, also mastered a wide range of Skills.
The efficiency of the slaughter was naturally second to none.
And this—was just one corner of the Ghost Lamp Abyss.
Each fissure corresponded to at least one being, and wherever the fissure was as wide as a canyon, a horde of claw-wielding monsters emerged, screaming and drilling three feet into the ground.