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Chapter 389: Chapter 391 (Anti-theft Chapter, do not subscribe) I snatched the Divine Position of the God of Plague!

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Lide nodded slightly at Grott, whom he had just summoned through the Space Gate.

This Child of the North had once been Lide’s trump card. Although many in Dawn City now surpassed Grott in combat strength, Lide greatly admired his fearlessness and boldness to charge at a giant dragon head-on.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Dark Contract constantly required a formidable fighting force to preside over it, Lide would have called Grott back to lead the army sooner.

“Emi, I am going to attempt to devour the divinity within the head of a divine being to break through to Transcendence.

It may take several months.

Therefore, for the next period, the Land of Bone-Burying must maintain the highest level of vigilance.

Do not think that being able to fend off fierce Half- Ratmen now means we can relax; we must quickly establish a second Defense Ring.

Also, have the Think Tank at City Hall and the Command Center come up with no less than 10 contingency plans immediately.

The Land of Bone-Burying cannot afford any losses!”

Lide’s gaze was as cold as frost.

While the Plague God might see him as doomed prey, he equally saw these fierce Half-Ratmen as pigs being fattened.

Each side regarded the other as the hunter.

Yet, whose hands the final prize would fall into remained undecided.

“Plague God…”

Lide murmured softly, his expression turning playful.

The moves of the Plague God might have seemed certain, but did he have any reason to cower? The Space Gate was a double-edged sword; the enemy could find him through it.

And he could do the same to locate the Plague God.

Right now, he was the Plague God’s prey, but once he grew stronger, it would be unclear who the real prey was.

“I need power!! More formidable power!!”

The sudden appearance of the Plague God drastically shifted Lide’s previously low-key, gradual development plans.

The unknown time of Ancient Arrival loomed over him like the Sword of Damocles.

Ready to strike at any moment.

The Plague God would attack him recklessly and at all costs when the Ancient Arrival came.

Crisis loomed before him.

Although continuing to develop steadily like before was an option, the current circumstances clearly couldn’t cope with the impending disaster.

He needed to enhance his strength quicker, preferably reaching Transcendent, or even higher levels–Legendary–before the Ancient Arrival.

With a growing sense of urgency, Lide delayed no longer.

He turned his head and looked at Harrison.

“Emi and Grott will handle the matters of war for now, and Kapp will also arrive soon.

Harrison, while we engage in ongoing warfare, civil affairs cannot be neglected.

Starting now, restart the external trade; I need to refill our stockpiles at the fastest speed possible with steel, food, cotton, ores, Magic Materials, and more.

With great chaos approaching, we must ramp up development.”

Harrison nodded solemnly.

“Yes, Your Majesty, I will have Frey take charge of restarting the Free Market in the barren desert and also restore trade with the Fishman Tribe.”

“Also, hasn’t the Fishman Tribe been craving powerful Alchemy Bombs?

This time, we can sell them Second Circle Alchemy Bombs; I need large quantities of Magic Materials to replenish our stockpile,

and the pricing for the Second Circle Alchemy Bombs will be tentatively set at five times the manufacturing cost.”

Alchemy Bombs, as a signature product of Dawn City, were not something Lide would sell lightly.

However, after the First Circle Alchemy Bombs were phased out and sold to the Fishman Tribe, garnering crazy praise and continuous purchase requests from them, he was moved to sell.

Although the bomb casings performed averagely in the sea, the shockwaves following the massive explosions were stronger underwater than on land, making the overall damage effect very substantial.

Thus, the Fishman Tribe had a strong desire for Alchemy Bombs and even offered high prices to purchase them.

Lide hadn’t planned to sell the Second Circle Alchemy Bombs, but he couldn’t concern himself with that now, as the Third Circle had already been successfully researched, and selling the second would not affect Dawn City.

“Additionally, there’s the issue of civil welfare…”

This retreat, aimed at breaking through to transcendence, could consume an indeterminate amount of time.

Even though the Think Tank at City Hall was highly competent, as natives, their developmental experiences limited the vision they could achieve. Therefore, he alone had to take the helm and clarify the direction for Dawn City’s development.

“With the massive increase in population, especially now that we aim to breed a large number of Double-headed Ogres, the land at Moonlight Plain is no longer sufficient.

We can now develop new farmland on Dawn Plain.

However, this development differs from previous ones; we can establish agricultural towns on Dawn Plain that specialize in crop cultivation, overseen by the Agriculture Department and Logistics Department.

Additionally, after establishing agricultural towns, we must inform the Magic Industry Research Institute to develop the Alchemy product I spoke to them about last time–the Fully Automated Harvester.”

Lide paused, allowing Harrison time to record.

“As the agricultural towns are established, research on Dawn City’s railcars must also commence.

The railcars will not only make it much easier and time-efficient for residents to travel but will also significantly reduce the cost of transporting goods.

This is very necessary.”

“The last point is that the plan for a citywide lighting system needs to be initiated immediately.

Lighting is a fundamental infrastructure as important as water supply; previously we didn’t have the resources, but now with the Magic Crystal Veins, we can fully proceed with development.”

“Within the next six months, these significant projects will serve as the core of Dawn City’s next phase of construction.

Agriculture and people’s livelihood are the foundation of a city, while the military serves as both spear and shield, indispensable.

In addition, we cannot neglect the strong bow developed jointly by the Magic Industry Research Institute and the Half-Elves, nor the weapons factory, Alchemy Bombs…”

People’s livelihood and military, these two areas have always been the focus of Dawn City’s development.

Patiently, Lide issued the development priorities for Dawn City in the form of commands, which would be enough if accomplished within the next six months; his breakthrough shouldn’t need that long, should it?

Moreover, this time was different from before, with great changes imminent; if sufficient preparations were not made, any sudden calamity would be too late to address.

“The old days are approaching, what will happen in the future, no one can know.

Therefore, everyone should stick to their posts.

After I finish my seclusion, Dawn City will ascend another step!”

Lide’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing to behold.

This is a world where high-end combat power rules, a Transcendent can replace tens of thousands of troops… A Level 30 Divine can destroy a country.

For Dawn City to survive in the upcoming drastic changes, it must become very strong, extremely strong.

Shh~

Whether it was Emi or Harrison or the other Bloodline members, upon hearing these words, all knelt down simultaneously.

“Your will is our direction!”

“For Dawn!”

Firm words echoed in the wooden tower, everyone’s gaze toward Lide filled with unshakable determination.

He was their leader, their ruler, the great being who had brought Dawn City to its current strength.

As Lide observed the expectant and admiring gazes of the people, the pressure in his heart deepened.

Everyone could make mistakes, but he could not, exclusively.

If he erred, the entirety of Dawn City, tens of thousands of people, would be jeopardized.

After a slight nod, Lide said no more, his body disappearing on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, reappeared beside the twelve-level White Bone Altar.

At that moment, the Cow Bone Undead, both fearful and drooling, stared intently at the head of the God of Plague.

The scene seemed humorously absurd.

At this time, the cow’s body was covered dense with pale blue Ancient Runes, looking majestic; the only thing that left Lide speechless was its sleazy demeanor, living as if a dog despite being an undead, was indeed extreme.

Subconsciously opening the attribute panel of the Cow Bone Undead:

Cow Bone Undead

Level: 14

State: Transforming

Description: An undead possessing mysterious powers, currently transforming due to ingesting Ancient Runes.

Eh…

Seeing the Cow Bone Undead lively, almost drooling, Lide’s mouth twitched; was it transforming like this?

Shaking his head, ignoring the increasingly weird cow, he shifted his attention to the Divine head.

Divine Head

Level: Divine-level

State: Intact

Description: Contains Powerful Divine Power, calling to its soul.

The description was as simple as always, but Lide could clearly sense the chilling aura from the Divine head.

Grey energy swirled around, and a long horn seemed to have countless arcs of electricity sparkling on it, filled with a terrifying presence.

Just now, it was this horn that erupted with tremendous force, directly breaking through the space of the Land of Bone-Burying and retrieving the God of Plague.

Although the remaining force from that blow was mostly depleted, due to the presence of divinity, this head still possessed unimaginable might.

“I smell the essence of divinity… My Power of Faith is stirring…”

“But the power in this head is too terrifying; even if the seal is broken, it isn’t easy to consume its divinity…”

Lide squinted slightly, the Divine head’s presence constantly teasing his nerves.

Yet, there was a question he had to solve.

Where to consume the divinity inside the Divine head? Here? Or move to the outside world?

The Land of Bone-Burying blocked the prying of the God of Plague, if he left, the God of Plague might tear through space and snatch the head.

“Should it be done in the Land of Bone-Burying?”

As Lide observed the nearby scene of the Fierce Half-Ratman being ferociously hunted, his brow slightly furrowed.

He disliked the feeling of dancing on the blade’s edge, but besides the Land of Bone-Burying, there seemed no other choice.

Looking at the Defense Ring slaughtering the Fierce Half-Ratman, he shook his head.

“Like it or not, seems there’s no choice this time.”

Underpants have been shed, is there nothing a tank can’t handle…

But to prevent any contingencies, Lide still needed to prepare Emi and the others first.

His figure vanished, reappearing on the wooden tower; he felt himself linger overly, but being careful is never a fault.”

“Emi, Harrison, the essence of the Divine’s skull has been firmly locked by the God of Plague. If it appears in the outside world, it will inevitably be spied upon by the God of Plague, so I must absorb the divinity within this skull in the Land of Bone-Burying.”

This?

Emi and Harrison were both stunned at the same time.

“Your Highness, rest assured, even if the pressure on our defenses increases tenfold, we will defend your glory!”

These words were not hollow. The God of Plague had already sensed his own skull, and if the divinity within it was absorbed by Lide, the other party would surely find a way to sense it.

By then, even a fool would know what would happen.

Inside the Land of Bone-Burying, they would face unprecedented pressure; the fierce half-ratmen would recklessly assault Lide.

The defensive lines seemed stable now, but if the God of Plague truly spared no expense, they might not be as relaxed as they were now.

Lide nodded slightly, “Order the high-level armies to pull back, and also dispatch a part of the Centaurs from the Dwarf Hills to come back for defense.

Once I begin devouring the divinity, the pressure you face may be greater than you imagine.

Prepare first, I give you one day’s time.”

Lide’s gaze was deep.

Although devouring his skull right under the God of Plague’s nose, the arrow was already on the string and had to be shot.

He could not afford to delay.

The day’s time was the limit; a sixth sense in his heart kept his nerves taut, needing to expedite the process.

Because of Lide’s sudden change, the intelligence command center and the City Hall’s think tank immediately revised the plan.

Half a day later, the Lion Tribe from Dwarf Valley and the elite units from the barren plains’ Centaurs were directly called back to Dawn City.

The entire city was solemn and the atmosphere, tense.

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May 4th, late at night, a full day had passed since the unsealing of the Evil God’s skull.

Lide had the Cow Bone Undead dig an underground room in the most corner of the Land of Bone-Burying, where he now sat cross-legged at the depth of 100 blades.

Before him lay the skull of the God of Plague.

And on the surface of the Land of Bone-Burying, everything was ready.

To face the upcoming battle, to cope with the possibly furious God of Plague.

Lide had the Space Gate of the Land of Bone-Burying opened in the old quarter of Dawn Square, a wide area that became a military blockade.

Tens of thousands of troops and countless military paraphernalia were neatly arranged, ready to provide support at any moment.

The citizens of Dawn City were also mobilized once again, beginning to produce supplies for the army and provide various logistical supports.

It was the first time all residents faced the war unfolding within Dawn City.

Rather than concealing, the propaganda department opened an observation platform not far from Dawn Square, allowing the citizens to see the inside of the war.

Although they couldn’t see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood inside the defense ring, the roars of the fierce half-ratmen had become a source of nightmares for all residents during this period.

But the war, rather than causing fear among the residents, increased their enthusiasm to repel the foreign enemy; no one could merely stand by and watch.

Underground in the Land of Bone-Burying at this time.

“What a strong power…”

After briefly feeling the skull with a horn in front of him, Lide’s deep eyes shone with a glint.

After a deep breath, he slowly pressed his right hand on the crown of the Divine skull.

But at that instant, a thunderous boom –

As if a thunderous explosion burst in his mind, Lide’s ears even buzzed, and everything around him at that moment became muffled.

Then a sound like the wail of tens of thousands of people before their death arose, the sharp piercing noise also like the mud demons of the deepest abyss screaming tragically towards the sky, spreading terror.

An indescribable dreadful aura pervaded Lide’s heart.

His entire soul felt as if it would be devoured or torn apart by the roaring sound from within the Divine skull.

Then, before Lide could regain his senses, along with that sharp roar, a terrifying force erupted like a volcanic explosion, daunting and chilling.

It was an Extreme Evil power preserved from ancient times, the terror of the Divine power exclusive to the Ancient Evil God.

Fear permeated deep within the Hundred Blade Depths and even spread directly to the surface; the soldiers above felt their hair standing on end, then looked down with horror on their faces,

They felt as if an abyssal giant beast was lurking beneath their feet, possibly ready to devour their souls at any moment.

Lide’s face also turned extremely grim, an indescribable force instantly surged into his body, tearing and torturing his soul.

The dread-inducing Extreme Evil power completely exceeded his expectations; he had anticipated confronting an impact, but never imagined the force would strike so ferociously and overwhelmingly.

“Is this the real power of a Divine??”

Although Lide’s face was somewhat pale, his eyes remained steadfast.

This was just the appetizer.

After withstanding the first wave of impact, he immediately mobilized the byeonglent Power of Faith to envelop his body.

His own power was nearly useless before the Divine power; only the Power of Faith could confront it head-on.

Now, the devouring finally began.

The power erupting from the skull of the God of Plague surged like the ocean waves rolling up towering waters,

flooding into every inch of Lide’s flesh.

The overwhelming force, despite being shielded by the Power of Faith, still caused him an uncontrollable throbbing pain.

But this power was not something Lide wanted to accommodate; his spiritual power began to spread out, his spiritual tendrils slowly delving into the skull of the God of Plague.

After facing the endless pressure of divine beings, he sensed a gray, mercurial substance circulating within his flesh and bones–the essence of Divine Power, a power even more fundamental than Divine Power itself.

This essence constituted the core of beings beyond Level 30 and was their origin.

If magic was the fundamental element of this world, then Divine Power represented the ultimate element of this world.

It was an indescribable substance, possessing a power beyond anything mortals could imagine.

Each drop contained the power to tear through space.

Lide had inadvertently absorbed the divine essence within the remnants of a deity during his transformation in the blood pool and had closely observed the divine essence using his spiritual power afterward.

However, the divine essence from the deity’s remains, whose master had died millions of years ago, was gentle and easily accessible.

But the divine essence within the skull of the Plague God was the complete opposite–resistant and violent. The Plague God’s divine essence did not welcome his exploration.

Moreover, even a slight sense of its presence made Lide feel the cruelty and bloodthirstiness, a power of the Ancient Evil God that could turn any mortal who merely touched it into its servant.

This was a dark divine essence, representing the ultimate evil of this world.

At this moment, every pore in Lide’s body was warning him, suggesting that continuing to contact it would lead to unimaginable dangers.

Advanced Danger Perception.

Lide had never thought that divine essences could have attributes; though he sensed the hidden danger, he did not hesitate and continued his exploration.

After slightly closing his eyes, he attempted to touch the divine essence with the Power of Faith, but the pure white Power of Faith melted instantly like a burnt sponge upon nearing the gray divine essence.

Irreconcilable, the two were incompatible.

This discovery caused a slight frown in Lide.

The Power of Faith was his greatest reliance; if it proved ineffective, then his next steps could not proceed.

Inhaling deeply, he continued his research.

After a lengthy exploration, Lide somewhat realized that the Plague God’s divine essence was too dark, and the powers of light were fundamentally unable to affect it…

But obtaining divine essence was not as difficult as he had imagined. Only dark and evil lives could bear such power–the condition was being able to withstand it.

This realization gave Lide’s expression a subtle nuance.

Had he not been protected by the powers of the Light Attribute when he first touched the Plague God’s skull, he would have been turned into the opponent’s servant by the evil power.

But to truly devour the contained divine essence, one had to be a creature of dark life, a paradoxical method that would leave any being aware of this skull helpless.

Yet this perfectly suited Lide’s characteristics.

With the power of the Holy Light yet being a pure creature of dark life.

In this world, there was only one, and no others.

Whether the Bloodline was suitable for bearing the Plague God’s divine essence could be inferred from the Plague God wanting to use Emi as its body for resurrection.

But now there was another issue Lide had to face–the overwhelming and robust power of the divine essence.

With his Level 19 power attempting to absorb and digest the divine essence that only those above Level 30 could touch, the difficulty was imaginable.

It was even harder than the proverbial snake swallowing an elephant.

Reflecting on this, Lide steadied the tumult within his heart, his eyes resolute and unshakeable as mountains.

Since he had already sat here and made up his mind, he would not leave without breaking through the transcendent limits.

The disaster of bygone days was right before his eyes; others had no way back, and neither did he.

Dawn City must have transcendent forces, and Divine Monster Asreaga was nowhere to be found; he had to stand up and take on this heavy responsibility.

Tens of thousands were looking forward to him.

Looking forward to their master continuing to rule over them, leading them towards glory.

After steadying his emotions, Lide closed his eyes and carefully touched the divine essence within the skull of the Plague God, then began guiding the gray divine essence into his body.

But the divine essence was as viscous as mercury, and even with his terrifying spiritual power as the guide, it was still incredibly difficult.

Lide couldn’t estimate how much time he had consumed, but finally, the first strand of divine essence fused directly into his body from his palm.

Thunder rolled,

and as the divine essence entered his body, a deafening boom resonated in Lide’s ears, as if a Forbidden Curse had exploded inside him, each of his blood vessels swelling from the terrifying force.

Endless power erupted like a collapsing mountain.

Even the tsunamis stirred up by Level 18 fury were not as exaggerated.

At that moment, Lide’s blood vessels simply couldn’t withstand the force washing through them and burst one by one.

His expression twisted unimaginably.

It was too terrifying.

Like countless knives tearing through his body, severing his blood vessels alive.

Agonizing pain surged like a tide, engulfing his nerves and even threatening to strangle his sanity and destroy his will.

The pain of hundreds of blood vessels bursting was indescribable and beyond any words.

It was the pinnacle of suffering that could exist in this world.

Even Lide’s resolute mind showed bulging veins at this moment.

His handsome face twisted with ferocity.

But the strand of divine essence didn’t stop after bursting his blood vessels; it continued as a terrifying energy, destroying all the flesh it passed through.

Even as Lide desperately absorbed the force, it was still too much.

The power of a deity was beyond any mortal’s imagination.

Even though his bloodline was the noble Bloodline of the Ancestor and had undergone a divine baptism, it couldn’t hold up.

Once, he had undergone a divine baptism subtly and while unconscious; he couldn’t comprehend the pain he had encountered.

But now, he watched helplessly, undergoing the Divine Calamity in an absolutely sober state.

The pain was simply indescribable.

It felt like a century had passed before Lide could barely absorb the power emanating from that strand of divinity.

However, the energy required to repair the damage caused by that strand of divinity to his body was even greater than the amount he had absorbed, resulting in a deficit.

It was extremely brutal.

Although he had suffered, the anticipated positive outcome did not materialize; that recent strand of divinity was not even one hundredth of a drop, while there were at least hundreds of drops of divinity within this skull.

This meant that to absorb all this divinity, Lide would have to endure the excruciating pain of his veins bursting all over his body ten thousand times…

Terrifying.

Despite recognizing the difficulty, the pain-hardened Lide’s gaze remained resolute–his mindset, forged over nearly four years, was incomprehensible to outsiders.

Biting his teeth, he continued.

His spiritual power continued to guide, and the second strand of divinity began to surge into his body, instantly expanding a hundredfold and transforming into new strength.

Undoubtedly, Lide, who had just managed to heal his body with his horrific recovery abilities, was once again subjected to catastrophic destruction.

If any outsider saw this scene, they would be dumbfounded. No one had ever dared to channel divinity into their body so brutally and arrogantly. The first time might have been out of ignorance, but the second time the same way?

Even just a minute strand of divinity, which was, after all, the power of a god, was enough to grievously injure a transcendent being.

For an ordinary person, a hundred lives wouldn’t suffice.

Lide’s confidence in doing this came from his exaggerated recovery speed.

As the Ancestor of the Bloodline, once he activated his Bloodline, he could regenerate his body infinitely as long as he still had strength within.

In other words, unless his body was instantly blown to pieces with no remains, even if his heart exploded, he could still recover.

This nearly immortal recovery ability was precisely the confidence that allowed Lide to directly and violently attempt to devour divinity.

But it was like the magic he refined; he too was dancing on the edge of a knife because any mishandling could indeed result in his being blown apart by an unstoppable force.

Yet, fearless, as the king of courting death, there was nothing he dared not do.

The third strand, the fourth strand, the fifth strand…

Lide was like a suicide machine, crazily channeling divinity from the divine skull into his body, and that power kept destroying his body time after time.

Thus, amidst countless destructions and rebuilds, Lide’s body started to become tougher, no longer shattering upon contact with divinity as it did initially; his absorption rate for divinity also began to increase slowly.

And after hundreds of trials, Lide deciphered the proper method amidst the agony.

As long as he didn’t exceed a certain threshold, his body could absorb divinity in the fastest, most perfect way, and the degree of destruction he sustained was within his tolerable range.

At this moment, Lide was treating himself like a robot in an experiment.

But even so, that bone-deep pain still made him long for death.

This was the most grueling torture in the human world and the most mentally tormenting experience.

But all this was voluntarily endured by him.

This was a challenge for Lide.

Had it been forced upon him, it might have been better since there was no choice.

But actively choosing to endure this pain gave a completely different sensation.

Even his body began to resist this act, the muscles in his arms and body starting to tremble involuntarily.

But with an unstoppable, almost death-defying attitude, Lide’s deep eyes remained unbreakable.

Iron will.

A hundred times, a thousand times…

No one knew how much time had passed.

In this dark, underground palace constructed from hundreds of blades of white bones.

He repeated the singular action time and again, channeling divinity into his body, each time suffering the excruciating pain of his entire body being torn apart inch by inch.

He never believed in pie falling from the sky; his current state was earned through bloody battles, just as in the past, and it would continue to be so in the future.

To grow stronger and even more powerful.

The obsession in his heart fueled all his actions.

At this point, no one could imagine how much suffering Lide had undergone, but even more despairing was the uncertainty of how long this suffering would last.

But as long as he hadn’t reached the strength he desired, he wouldn’t stop, because Lide knew this power was not enough, still not enough…

When a boy learns to take responsibility, he is called a man; when a man can carry the fate of tens of thousands on his shoulders, he can be called a leader.

To be born a king is to bear the weight of the crown.

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May 15th.

In the dim underground space, where time seemed blurred.

Lide had long forgotten the existence of time, guiding divinity into his body, then frantically absorbing that power amidst being torn apart by his veins and muscles.

This mechanical action was the cruelest punishment in the world, a challenge to anyone’s psyche.

But effort was often met with reward. After an extended period, Lide’s bones slowly began to take on the unique aura of divinity, his blood becoming thicker and more vigorous.

But anomalies often come unexpectedly. After Lide’s body absorbed divine power reaching the first critical point, the whoosh–a description-defying evil aura surfaced in his mind.

A pair of eyes, hollow, emitting an aura of death, those gray eyes.

Tyrannical, murderous, dark, bloodstained… no negative adjective is sufficient to describe the meaning contained in those eyes.

Lide’s body trembled as he saw them, those cold, chilling eyes staring at him.

As if they were right in front of him, he could even see the other’s chest slightly rise and fall with each breath.

The God of Plague.

Those were the eyes of the God of Plague, the Ancient Evil God, watching him from an abyss beyond countless planes.

“You lowly New Sun God… How dare you steal my power?!!”

The blasphemous language of the ancients carried an chilling coldness.

But Lide wasn’t terribly shocked at the moment. From the beginning, he had already expected that this Ancient Evil God would notice after the power within its skull had started to wane.

“I will destroy everything you hold dear…

Burn your soul…

Slaughter your believers…”

The God of Plague was utterly enraged, this time more intensely than ever.

Someone dared to plunder his power right in front of him!!!

He was the ruler of ancient times, a mighty Divine spirit who controlled the power of plague. Before the dawn of the ancient times, someone had dared to provoke him again and again.

This damned blasphemer!

Murderous intent surged in an instant.

In the unknown space within the bottomless abyss, rumbling~

Endless thunder flashed wildly, making several nearby planes wobble due to the fury of the God of Plague.

The power of a Divine spirit was too vast.

The grey energy emitted by the God of Plague spread like a tide from his Divine Country, instantly engulfing several nearby planes and stripping millions of lives of their life force.

This was the wrath of a Divine spirit, more terrifying than the scythe of the Death God.

Everything Lide had done was agitating the sensitive nerves of this Ancient Evil God. If it weren’t for the will of the main plane holding him back, he would have descended to glory without hesitation.

“Destruction!! Death!!!”

Words screamed out by tens of thousands resounded through the sky within the God of Plague’s Divine Country.

The God of Plague’s location was the core of his Divine Country, a bizarre mountain towering like clouds, from which the sounds echoed instantly throughout the entire Plague God Country.

Then, the already frenzied Meat-winged Half-ratmen, irrespective of the costs, rushed toward the already opened Space Gate, running at speeds more than twice their previous pace.

And the chain reaction that ensued…

The defensive ring within the Land of Bone-Burying faced even more ferocious attacks.

The once solid defenses were, in an instant, on the verge of collapse.

The previous Space Gate had spewed out Meat-winged Half-ratmen like water from an ordinary tap, now it was like a high-pressure water cannon.

Although the outlet was the same size, wasn’t the number more than double?

Countless Meat-winged Half-ratmen roared and screamed, carrying boundless fury as they rushed toward the defensive ring.

Their master was commanding them, urging them to kill all enemies, destroy all adversaries, devour everything opposing them.

Slaughter was the only thought in these Meat-winged Half-ratmen’s minds at this moment.

And the sudden increase in Meat-winged Half-ratmen immediately caught the guards, who had been accustomed to the previous numbers, off guard.

There were too many… so densely packed they were beyond description.

Those who avoided the arrows scurried to the base of the rock walls and began to climb up furiously.

Without regard for the cost.

One or two were easy to deal with, fifty were manageable, but when the number climbing the city wall reached hundreds, the once solid defense lines immediately became passive.

Even strong crossbows needed to go through the process of drawing and shooting, there was always a brief pause.

And it was in these brief gaps that these completely crazed Meat-winged Half-ratmen would surge forward.

The 18th level Beastman King Kapp was now back in the Land of Bone-Burying commanding the war; today was his shift.

Seeing the suddenly multiplied numbers of Meat-winged Half-ratmen below, he immediately roared orders.

“Fire!! Archers, shoot at full speed!

Spellcasters, use spells for support immediately!

Warriors on the walls, get ready!”

The roaring command resonated through the Land of Bone-Burying after the spellcasters transmitted it.

Upon receiving the orders, the 30 wooden towers outside the defense ring immediately began to cast spells.

Within moments, whoosh whoosh whoosh~ dozens of fireballs, Thunder Bursts, and lightning balls began to brutally smash into the defense ring.

Boom boom~

Magic exploded, sending flames skyward.

Scores of Meat-winged Half-ratmen were directly devoured by ruthless magic.

Scorched and shattered corpses instantly covered the ground.

But this could not entirely stop the Meat-winged Half-ratmen who had fallen into madness; instead, it further spurred their ferocity.

Like strings of sugar-coated haws, they reached the base of the rock walls and started climbing.

There were too many, it was impossible to snipe them all in time.

“Warriors on the walls, draw your swords and fight!! Don’t let those filthy rats climb up the wall!!”

Beastman King Kapp’s raging voice made the expressions of the warriors at the top of the defense ring stern.

One by one, they fiercely stared at the Fierce Half-Ratmen below who had not been killed by arrows, just waiting for them to show their heads so they could deliver a striking blow.

And after Kapp’s voice fell, the first batch of Fierce Half-Ratmen surged up and faced off against the guard warriors in close combat.

Just as a hideous Fierce Half-Ratman showed its face, a sharp spearhead plunged into its right eye.

With a squelch~ blood splattered, the Fierce Half-Ratman had no time to make a second move and died instantly, falling from the towering city wall and splattering the ground with blood.

But after the death of the first Fierce Half-Ratman, the second one took advantage of this brief moment and furiously sprung forward, climbing straight onto the city wall.

The Beastman Warrior had just withdrawn his long spear and hadn’t reacted yet.

The towering Fierce Half-Ratman, ferocious to the extreme, cared for nothing as it lunged at the Beastman Warrior.

With a thud~ the huge impact made it impossible for the Beastman Warrior to react in time, and he was knocked down, then through the helmet, he saw a foul-smelling big mouth open with sharp tusks like bayonets, tearing directly towards his neck.

Just as the Beastman Warrior thought he was about to die from a neck bite, there was a click~ a crisp sound, then from the corner of his eye, he saw two sharp tusks snap off and fly away.

High-level armor.

At this moment, the Beastman Warrior remembered that his equipment was no longer the beast skins from the barren wilderness but the high-level gear forged under the great Kachar.

The surprise of surviving death instantly filled him with strength.

The killing intent surged, and he directly drew a blade, flashing with a cold gleam, from his thigh; then, with his left hand, he grabbed the head of the Fierce Half-Ratman and swung the blade with his right hand.

With a squelch~

The hot, foul blood splashed over the face of the Beastman Warrior.

Throat cut.

The once incredibly ferocious Fierce Half-Ratman immediately collapsed on the ground, its body cooling rapidly as it lost blood.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and by the time the Beastman Warrior stood up again, no more than 5 seconds had passed.

Roar~

The Beastman Warrior let out a furious roar, immediately took up his long spear and covered the gap, continuing to hunt those damned rats.

The fierceness of the Fierce Half-Ratmen was undeniable, and although the guarding warriors were nearly unstoppable, still relying on sheer numbers, more than 500 Fierce Half-Ratmen had breached the city wall in less than a minute.

Like a needle against a spike, only the elite forces of Dawn City were assigned to guard the defense ring at this critical time.

Each warrior wore high-level armor and wielded unstoppable long swords.

These Fierce Half-Ratmen, once they surged onto the city wall, often found themselves facing a steel wall tougher than the 30-blade rock city wall.

What was originally a disoriented army plunged into chaos; after Kapp’s several troop deployments, the overall situation was immediately stabilized.

But this did not make the God of Plague cease. Instead, it grew even angrier, again ordering all the Fierce Half-Ratmen to attack the Land of Bone-Burying.

This was not because the God of Plague was powerless but because this Evil God was waiting. When enough Fierce Half-Ratmen had died, he could use the power of these corpses as an anchor to once again widen the Space Gate, enhancing the force he could send to attack the Land of Bone-Burying.

The country of the God of Plague was an ancient divine country left from the ancient times, several times larger than the southern provinces, with countless Half-Ratmen slaves; to his eyes, such losses were insignificant.

Meanwhile, Lide was still devouring Divine Power.

As he said while devouring the head of the God of Plague, trying to use the divine power inside the Evil God’s head to ascend within the Land of Bone-Burying was like playing with fire,

Because he would always be under the scrutiny of the God of Plague.

But there was no choice, he had to take this risky action.

“Death…”

“Destruction…”

“Devastation…”

“Massacre…”

The deep and powerful blasphemous language of the ancient Evil Gods murmured like a demon, endlessly echoing around Lide’s ears, as if trying to invade his soul.

As more of the Evil God’s Divine Power was absorbed by Lide’s divine body, the influence of the God of Plague on him grew stronger.

The opponent was constantly using blasphemous language to disturb his mind, aiming to shatter his will and resistance.

Unavoidable.

Lide was using the power of the God of Plague to break into a higher realm, and even using it to undergo a transformation of life.

But unlike the divine remnants in the blood pool, the Divine Power in the Evil God’s head had an owner, and the God of Plague could still slightly influence and manipulate this power across countless planes.

This made Lide’s actions fraught with danger, more thrilling than dancing on the edge of a knife.

It was a gamble, a gamble staking the future.

Until the very end, no one could determine the outcome, but Lide had always believed that the Goddess of Luck was favoring him.

As more Divine Power was absorbed and devoured by Lide, he could clearly feel a deeper layer of power in his bloodline transforming.

This transformation was not a simple change but an evolution towards a more perfect version of life.

His blood became more vigorous under the power of divinity, his muscles more elastic and resilient, his bones sturdier, and his soul stronger…

Changes were happening everywhere; his entire being was evolving and transforming from the most basic cellular level.

And with time, Lide could handle more and more Divine Power…

In a corner of the Land of Bone-Burying, the ground where Lide secluded himself now had a very solid small fortress built around it, all guarded by level 10 and above high-level professionals.

From the surface, it seemed there were no problems, but only upon approaching could one faintly sense from the core deep underground, an indescribable aura brewing.

Evil mixed with fresh vitality.

Weird and terrifying.

All the warriors guarding there knew they were protecting their sovereign, guarding the great being who gave them glory and rebirth.

And guarding hope.

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The hands of time sped up.

May 30th, Land of Bone-Burying.

After nearly a month of frantic work, thousands of giants worked tirelessly in shifts, joined by Blood Clan Spellcasters, human Spellcasters, as well as physically strong Beastmen and Centaurs. Magic Language Bats and finally, the support from the Space Gate at the Land of Bone-Burying.

Emi and Lide reported that the second ring of the two-ring defense system at the Land of Bone-Burying was finally complete.

The first ring of the defense system was centered around the Space Gate, within a radius of 100 blades, a circular defense wall 30 blades high and 5 blades wide was constructed.

The second defense ring was also centered around the Space Gate, within a radius of 500 blades, an 80-blade-high wall that was 12 blades wide was constructed.

Unlike the first ring wall, which was rushed and quite crude in all aspects, the second ring defense system involved the full force of Dawn City and was very well-built.

Not only was there an Alchemy Tower 100 blades high established every 10 blades behind the high wall, but the number of shooting holes reserved in the wall was also so numerous that it could give someone with trypophobia a tingling scalp instantly.

The second defense ring wall combined the advantages of the first ring wall, similarly constructed in a tiered, circular fashion, layer upon layer upwards.

The 80-blade-high wall had a total of 12 layers, each layer having more than 5000 shooting ports.

Along with a defense area 12 blades wide at the very top of the wall, it was truly a nightmare for any enemy.

The wall’s top was entirely manned by Centaurs, whose extensive territories could accommodate these powerful warriors.

While carrying large swords, the Centaurs also handled modified strong two-bladed longbows.

As natural archers, even the most heavily armored Centaur warriors were experts with the bow, no less skilled than humans known for their excellent marksmanship; this was a racial talent that could not be erased.

Thus, assigning Centaurs to guard the highest layer of the wall was an exceptionally good choice.

Even if fierce Half-Ratmen broke through the dense crossbow fire, the Centaurs could instantly pick up the giant battle-axes beside them and deliver a devastating high chop.

This defense was truly watertight.

In the sky, squads made up of Magic Language Bats and Dawn Bats suppressed the Meat-winged Bats.

Dawn City’s main aerial forces had an overwhelming advantage against fierce Half-Ratmen, since they were armored.

Especially the Dawn Bats, whose bellies were equipped with anti-air crossbows that even warriors’ thick shields couldn’t withstand, let alone the small-bodied Meat-winged Half-ratmen.

With layered security, Dawn City turned the terrifying dangers of an Evil God’s invasion into something akin to a tower defense game.

The Space Gate leading to the God of Plague was where monsters spawned in this game, and the towers were the towering alchemy towers behind the walls.

Then, the warriors on the walls, the crossbows, siege crossbows, and other tools were used to hunt down monsters.

Lide was the weak point in the entire tower defense game, should these monsters break through the front defense points and attack the weak spot, the game would ultimately end…

Particularly interesting was that in this tower defense game, slaying monsters also granted great benefits–each slain Fierce Half-Ratman signified an increase in the Power of Death within the Land of Bone-Burying.

Moreover, once the Power of Death increased, it unlocked new buildings and troops–the twelve-layer White Bone Altar and the Frost Giant Dragon.

Unfortunately, Shadow High Priest Emi and Level 18 Beastman King Kapp were unaware of the existence of a tower defense game, and they tried their best to ensure that Lide was not threatened by the Fierce Half-Ratmen.

The attacks from the God of Plague became even more frenzied due to Lide’s accelerated progress in devouring divinity.

On June 10, there was still no movement from Lide beneath the bones.

However, a sudden turn of events on this day sent a chill through Grote, the Child of the North overseeing the battle.

A malevolently dark, evil aura spread out from the Divine Country of the God of Plague, and the space rift that was originally 30 blades long gradually widened to 40 blades, and its height increased from 10 blades to 15 blades.

Merely extending it a short distance, but the entire first ring defense line immediately suffered immense pressure.

Countless Fierce Half-Ratmen, like swarms of locusts, roared frantically as they surged out from the Space Gate; the wooden towers behind the high walls crazily supported with magic, barely alleviating the pressure brought by the tide-like surge of Fierce Half-Ratmen.

Bodies of Fierce Half-Ratmen piled up layer by layer on the ground,

Grote, who had gained the privileges for the Land of Bone-Burying, had already lost count of how many times he had made the ground sink today, but it still wasn’t enough; piles of bodies seven to eight blades high often formed in less than ten minutes.

The scene was both crazy and heart-quivering.

At this moment, the Land of Bone-Burying was truly a hellish existence, where death was as simple as breathing or blinking.

And over a month of slaughter, this land had long transformed into a Land of Corruption where Lide cultivated the Death Flower.

Skeletons had been tainted with blood, and flesh had turned into mud.

It was foreseeable that after the war, this piece of corrupted land would be much higher-grade than those previously made in breeding farms for pigs.

It was fortunate that the Land of Bone-Burying had devoured the souls of the Fierce Half-Ratmen after their death; otherwise, powerful ghosts would certainly have emerged.

Time flowed to June 20, maintaining the slaughter in the Land of Bone-Burying.

The Fierce Half-Ratmen never slowed down their assault, as if the daily casualties in the tens of thousands didn’t exist at all; no one knew how many Half-Ratmen the God of Plague had enslaved.

Lide, situated on the bone-strewn ground, remained silent.

But the warriors stationed nearby increasingly felt a terrifying aura brewing beneath, as if an ancient giant dragon was breaking out of its shell.

The terrifying aura from below spread uncontrolled.

And as Lide’s aura altered, the Fierce Half-Ratmen became even more ferocious.

The God of Plague’s response was–once again widening the Space Gate.

The width of 40 blades was further pulled by the God of Plague to 50 blades, and the height also broke through to 20 blades.

The Space Gate, which originally only accommodated Level 10 Fierce Half-Ratmen, started allowing Level 11 and Level 12 Fierce Half-Ratmen to pass through.

This subjected the already immensely pressured defense walls to an unimaginable impact.

The first ring defense line was about to be breached.

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