99: Chapter 99 Cross-Dimensional Decapitation and Dark Elf Cleric
Iron Hive.
In Su Chen's sea of consciousness, the three-dimensional coordinate representing the God of Proliferation instantly expanded from a flickering signal point into an incredibly precise 3D map, detailed down to the atomic level.
Everything within the Putrid Swamp Plane—its geological structures, energy flows, and the distribution of life forms—was analyzed and penetrated in that instant.
The countdown hit zero the moment the target was locked.
A killing intent, cold enough to freeze the soul, erupted from the core of Su Chen's consciousness, instantly sweeping through the entire Zerg Swarm network.
Found you.
His will held no unnecessary fluctuations; there was only an absolute, execution-oriented command that surged through the entire psionic energy network like a rushing current.
His gaze pierced through the thick biological armor of the hive, casting toward the Starry Sky Behemoth hovering in orbit, which had just fully charged with void psionic energy.
"leviathan."
"Warp engines, activate."
"Target: Putrid Swamp Plane!"
The moment the order was given, the silent void psionic mothership came to life.
Hum—!!
It was not a simple sound, but a terrifying vibration capable of acting directly upon the dimension itself. Around the leviathan's massive body, which rivaled a small moon, the fabric of reality began to groan under the strain.
The visible space, detectable by the naked eye, was undergoing violent distortion, like a canvas gripped by an invisible giant hand.
A dark blue vortex, over several kilometers in diameter, was forcibly torn from reality by this unreasonably brutal power.
The other end of the [Warp Gate] connected to the locked, struggling prey.
The next second.
Putrid Swamp Plane.
The sky, which had been shrouded in toxic miasma for billions of years and eternally dim, shattered without warning.
That was not a metaphor.
It was a literal, physical shattering.
Massive cracks in space, like black lightning, instantly covered the entire sky. Immediately after, the entire firmament seemed like a shattered mirror, collapsing and disintegrating inward.
A massive black warship, too huge to describe in words, squeezed into this small plane from behind the shattered void, bit by bit, in a manner that crushed all physical laws.
It blotted out the sky and sun.
All the light in the entire Putrid Swamp Plane was devoured at that moment.
A terrifying psionic pressure, like billions of tons of seawater, descended from the sky and instantly pierced through the entire plane. The toxic mist that never dissipated and could corrode divine iron could not last even a second under this pressure, and was completely dispersed, purified, and evaporated.
For the first time, the entire plane was laid bare under the cold starlight.
In the nest seventy-three meters underground.
The God of Proliferation was immersed in fantasies of a comeback, greedily absorbing the negligible amount of Power Of Faith provided by his newborn kin.
Suddenly, his entire body stiffened.
An extreme tremor, stemming from the instinct of life and the core of his divinity, caused the sickly hope on his face to freeze instantly.
"What... what is that..."
He looked up in terror, his divine power piercing through the thick rock layers to see a scene that made his very soul tremble.
The sky was gone. In its place was a black warship that looked like a nightmare of the end.
The shadow of that warship shrouded every inch of the land where he was.
The scepter in his hand, symbolizing divine authority, slipped from his powerless fingers with a "clatter" and fell into the damp soil.
"Inter... inter-planar warp?!"
"No! That's impossible!!"
His sanity completely collapsed at this moment.
Even for a True God, conducting such a precise and large-scale inter-planar raid would require a long time for coordinate positioning and energy guidance.
Yet for the opponent, how long did it take from discovery to arrival? A few minutes? Or... a few dozen seconds?
Fear, an unprecedented fear, completely consumed his reason.
On the bridge of the leviathan.
Su Chen's gaze pierced through the hull and rock layers, coldly overlooking the ant below who was now in total despair, as if looking at a dead object.
His will stirred gently within the psionic energy network.
"Kerrigan."
The voice was calm, without a ripple.
"It's yours."
The Psionic Queen standing beside him curled her lips into a cruel yet elegant arc.
"With pleasure, my Overlord."
Before the words had even faded, her figure had vanished from the bridge.
The next moment, she appeared ten thousand meters high below the leviathan, her six hideous bone wings suddenly spreading out behind her.
Without a moment's hesitation, she transformed into a blinding purple meteor, plummeting toward the ground below at a terrifying speed that defied aerodynamics!
The purple psionic flames left a long trail in the air, vaporizing everything in its path.
Boom—!!!
The God of Proliferation's underground nest, which he thought was impregnable, along with all the rock layers and soil above it, was instantly pierced and evaporated by this purple "divine punishment."
A bottomless giant hole with highly vitrified edges appeared in the center of the swamp.
The violent energy shockwave shattered all the mutated kin created by divine power within a radius of dozens of miles into the most primal flesh and blood slurry.
At the bottom of the dust-filled crater.
Kerrigan hovered in mid-air, her purple psionic wings flapping slowly.
Before her, the God of Proliferation was covered in blood, his divine body riddled with terrifying cracks, looking utterly wretched.
"No!!!"
He let out a desperate roar.
"I am a subordinate under the great Undead True God! You cannot kill me! You are provoking a True God!"
"Noisy."
Kerrigan sneered, scoffing at his threat.
She flicked her fair palm, and several solidified psionic tentacles, like vipers poised to strike, instantly shot out.
The God of Proliferation tried to struggle and detonate his divinity, but Kerrigan's psionic energy had already completely locked down the space around him.
Splat!
One of the thinnest, most lethal psionic tentacles pierced precisely into the center of his forehead.
[Neural Parasite]!
"Arghhhhh—!!!"
A wretched scream, indescribable in words, erupted from the God of Proliferation.
It was not physical pain, but the ultimate torture of having his soul and divinity torn, extracted, and devoured alive. He felt his consciousness, memories, emotions, and his most prized insights into the laws of proliferation being forcibly stripped away by an irresistible, overbearing power.
Everything he had spent thousands of years accumulating now turned into the purest nourishment, surging into Kerrigan's body.
A moment later.
The screaming stopped abruptly.
Kerrigan carried the body of the God of Proliferation, which had lost all its divine radiance and was now just a shriveled husk, and flew slowly back to the bridge of the leviathan.
She casually threw the corpse onto the ground.
A fist-sized divinity, emitting both eerie pink and deep black light that intertwined and wound around each other, floated quietly in front of Su Chen.
[Scan complete...]
[Obtained loot: Rapid Proliferation (Gene Sequence)]
[Obtained loot: Dark Elf (divine portfolio)]
"Hmm? Dark Elf?"
A ripple of surprise stirred in Su Chen's consciousness.
He was actually a bit surprised that this guy, who seemed to only know how to stimulate the growth of low-level monsters, was also moonlighting with a divine portfolio for an intelligent race.
Just then.
An indescribable, terrifying will, filled with endless rage and the aura of death, crossed an uncountable number of inter-planar distances and descended fiercely, using the shriveled corpse of the God of Proliferation as a beacon!
The light on the entire bridge dimmed instantly.
A massive skeletal phantom, composed of pure death divine power, coalesced above the corpse. In its hollow eye sockets burned soul fire capable of incinerating the entire world.
Undead True God!
"Insect!!!"
That grand will exploded directly in the depths of Su Chen and Kerrigan's souls.
"How dare you kill my pawn!"
"Seven years! Wait another seven years, and the tidal power of the plane barrier will fade to its lowest point! At that time, I will descend in my true form and grind you and your Zerg Swarm into dust!!!"
Facing the angry roar of a True God across time and space.
Su Chen's expression did not change in the slightest; he just flicked his finger nonchalantly.
A psionic barrier, as thin as a cicada's wing, generated instantly, precisely severing the connection between the projection and the corpse.
The skeletal phantom roared in unwillingness, then dissipated into a sky full of light spots.
"Seven years?"
Su Chen watched the dissipating death divine power, a faint, imperceptible arc appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Seven years from now, who knows who will be killing whom."
He turned around and flicked his hand, and the black part of the divinity representing the [Dark Elf divine portfolio] was precisely stripped out, turning into a stream of light that flew toward Kerrigan.
"Fuse with it."
"From today on, those Dark Elf we have captured are under your jurisdiction."