140: Chapter 140 Flesh Abomination Titans and the Swarm Charge
The resolution of the Flesh Council turned into an invisible mental decree, spreading wildly through the Abyss's will network.
It was not language, nor was it text.
It was an impulse for hunger and slaughter stemming from the Origin, directly branded deep into the Soul of every Demon Lord loyal to the Twelve Archdukes.
[Sacrifice].
[Fusion].
[Survival].
The wills of billions of demons were twisted and unified in an instant.
Ancient contracts were activated; those races that had been vassals to the Demon Archdukes for generations, no matter where they were or what they were doing, had an irresistible command suddenly explode deep in their Souls—head to the designated coordinates.
To become "nourishment."
Thus, the entire Abyss fell into an unprecedented self-slaughter.
...
The Abyss, Scar of Weeping.
A vast basin large enough to hold a mountain range.
At this moment, it became the most tragic sacrificial ground in the Multiverse.
At the edge of the basin stood the Incarnations of the wills cast by the Twelve Demon Archdukes. Their cold gazes watched the giant, writhing, and expanding altar in the center of the basin.
[Flesh Furnace].
It was itself a living mountain, piled from the remains of demons who died in battle over eons and countless wailing Souls. The mountain's surface was covered in viscous blood vessels and pustules, and with every pulse, it spewed out dark green corrupt miasma.
"Quick! Throw all these useless wastes in!"
A Balrog Overseer wielding a bone whip was frantically lashing the slave creatures being driven forward.
Millions, tens of millions of low-level demons, Crypt Worms, Imps, and various conquered otherworldly creatures were gathered into a desperate torrent and pushed toward the edge of the furnace.
They cried out.
They cursed.
They struggled in vain.
But what greeted them was only the even more heartless butcher knives and whips of their own kind.
An eight-legged Spider Demon was kicked off the cliff; its scream lasted only half a second before being swallowed by the churning flesh soup below.
Following it were thousands of its kind.
They didn't even have time to decompose before being forcibly "digested" by that living furnace—flesh torn, Souls pulled away, and bones crushed into powder.
Above the entire basin, a thick, impenetrable shroud of resentment and blood-scent hung.
Countless twisted Soul phantoms circled in the air, emitting silent wails, forming a gray canopy of death.
After absorbing a massive amount of flesh and Souls, the altar began to pulse violently.
In the center of the mountain-like furnace, the churning flesh soup began to spin, forming a giant vortex.
At the center of the vortex, something was condensing and taking shape.
"Roar..."
A dull, viscous roar, as if squeezed from countless throats simultaneously, rang out from deep within the vortex.
That sound was filled with pain, hatred, and pure destructive desire, making even the demon overseers present tremble at a soulful level.
On the surface of the Flesh Furnace, a giant tumor suddenly bulged upward.
The tumor grew larger and larger; one could even see countless human faces screaming in pain on its surface.
Pshhh—
The tumor burst.
A giant hand covered in viscous pus and blood vessels reached out forcefully, five thick fingers suddenly gripping the edge of the furnace!
Just this hand alone was as large as a small hill.
Then, amidst the tooth-gritting sound of bone friction and flesh tearing, a massive body was "standing up" bit by bit from that flesh Hell.
A terrifying giant, six hundred meters tall, appeared in the sight of all the demons.
It had no skin.
Dark red muscle fibers and twisted tendons were exposed directly to the air, with countless broken corpse pieces and organs forcibly sewn onto its body, some even still twitching slightly.
Its abdomen was a gaping abyssal maw, with sharp bone spurs forming teeth; inside, it was still chewing on the fragments of corpses it had just swallowed. Green corrupt venom mixed with saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, corroding sizzling pits into the ground.
Its head was stitched together from the skulls of hundreds of different creatures, and in its eye sockets burned not Souls, but the sickly green flames of a collective of pure resentment.
[Abyssal Abomination Titan]!
This was the ultimate weapon for war and destruction, birthed through the most forbidden ritual by the Flesh Council, sacrificing over thirty percent of their vassal races and fusing part of the Origin of the twelve Demon Archdukes.
It felt no pain.
It knew no fear.
The only reason for its existence was to tear apart everything in front of it.
...
Within the Zerg Swarm's will network, this scene of profaning life was clearly synchronized into Su Chen's perception.
Facing such a monster built from pure pain and hatred, his will did not ripple in the slightest.
In fact, the nebula representing his emotions even brightened slightly.
"Now this is an opponent worth something."
His cold will turned into an unyielding command, instantly spreading across the entire Zerg Swarm network.
"All forces, attack!"
Dominator Cerebrate Zaz, that giant brain tissue floating in mid-air, pulsed violently. Countless complex mental commands were precisely distributed to every combat unit through its massive network of tentacles.
"For the Dominator!"
Zaz's will roared across the battlefield.
"Charge!"
The moment the command was given, the earth began to tremble.
"Squeak squeak squeak—!"
Berserk Rat King Baghdad, this giant mutated ratman with a body comparable to a war elephant, let out a piercing shriek.
Its crimson eyes locked onto the sky-high Abomination Titan in the distance, and it was the first to charge out.
Behind it was a black tide of death.
Millions of Zerglings, clad in Crystal Reflection Carapace made from a mixture of high-strength crystals and biomass, converged into an unstoppable black tsunami.
Their speed was extreme, their limbs creating afterimages on the ground. The sound of billions of sharp claws scratching the earth merged into a torrent of destruction, slamming hard into the Abomination Titan's mountain-like ankles.
This wasn't an attack.
This was entanglement.
Countless Zerglings threw themselves forward without fear of death, using their sharp claws and mouthparts to frantically tear at the Titan's constantly writhing and regenerating flesh.
They were like an endless swarm of army ants, attempting to use absolute numbers to delay the giant's movements and disrupt its balance.
But this was merely a feint.
The mission of the cannon fodder.
The real killing move was behind all the units, within the shadows covered by the Zerg Swarm's creep.
Golden Behemoth Nora, this mountain-like world-ending beast, floated quietly in the low sky.
On its suffocatingly massive body, hundreds of giant biological keratin cannon muzzles slowly opened, revealing deep, dark blue energy cores within.
Those were the Zerg Swarm's top-tier long-range units—[Bio-Plasma Great Cannons].
At this moment, all the great cannons were fully charged.
Blinding blue light erupted from the muzzles, painting the crimson abyssal sky in an eerie blue-purple.
The air was filled with the smell of ionization from high-concentration energy, and the terrifying pressure caused the surrounding space to warp slightly.
The Dominator's will was cold and precise.
"Fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of blue light pillars, powerful enough to vaporize mountains, tore through the Abyss's gloom. Carrying a destructive aura that purified everything, they wove into a net of death, enveloping the newly born Abyssal Abomination Titan.
A duel of behemoths in the truest sense had officially begun.