novellhall Chapter 1100 The Apocalypse Arrives
Chapter 1100 The Apocalypse Arrives
"Go away!"
Having done all this, Bugret's massive dragon tail lashed out like a steel whip, precisely wrapping around the relatively solid tail end of the giant serpent's energy-state body.
His entire engine power instantly overloaded, bursting forth with dazzling blue flames.
"Drink up—!"
With a deafening roar, Bugret's massive dragon-human form unleashed a force that shook the heavens and the sea, actually lifting the hundred-meter-long energy serpent out of the water.
Like wielding a giant purple whip, it slammed down into the densest tide of void creatures below.
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!
The giant serpent's massive energy body crashed into the purple tide like a meteorite, instantly crushing countless monsters.
At the very center of its impact, the "Arcane Annihilation Core" that had been inserted into the body was completely detonated by the violent impact.
There was no sound. Or rather, the sound was swallowed up by the extreme light and energy.
A golden-white sphere, over 100 meters in diameter and composed entirely of destructive arcane energy, suddenly expanded on the sea surface.
It instantly devoured the tattered body of the [Energy-Devouring Shadow Serpent], the tens of thousands of void creatures at its landing point, and a massive amount of seawater.
Immediately afterwards, the devastating shockwave spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami, violently pushing away, crushing, and evaporating the purple tide further away.
A brief, enormous gap appeared on the sea surface, exposing the bottomless seabed, which was then quickly filled by the inrushing seawater, forming a huge whirlpool.
High above, Bugret hovered, his dragon-human form gleaming like a golden war god in the light of the explosion.
He looked down at his masterpiece, a smug and arrogant smile spreading across the corners of his mechanical mouth.
"Tsk, another fool who doesn't know what's good for him."
He shook his paws, as if brushing off some dust.
The golden light shone again, and the enormous dragon-man form rapidly compressed and transformed, returning to its streamlined golden fighter jet form.
The engine spewed out a fiery exhaust flame.
"Next!"
The fighter jet let out a sharp, piercing whistle, instantly breaking the sound barrier and transforming into a golden streak tearing through the sky as it sped towards another distant sea battlefield where energy fluctuations were exceptionally intense.
All that remained behind was the purple sea of death, still churning with the aftershocks of energy and debris.
Soaring through the chaotic sky, Bugret felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration.
In the long and rich history of the Astral Dragons, which dragon could be as unrestrained and domineering as he is now on the battlefield against the void, toying with and destroying powerful void legends like toys?
No! Not a single one!
This experience, this war, will surely be etched into the glorious legacy of the dragon race in the most magnificent chapter, for countless generations of dragons to look up to and sing its praises.
Just thinking about this made the dragon soul flowing through the metal and flesh so excited that it almost burned.
"Roar--!"
A dragon's roar, brimming with boundless fighting spirit, resounded through the heavens. This chaotic, apocalyptic battlefield was precisely the stage where he, Biglet, the alchemical dragon, would forge an eternal legend.
He couldn't wait to find the next Void prey worthy of his "collection".
On the ravaged walls of the second Wailing Barrier, Viona, the Holy Blade Saintess, wielded her twin swords with a newly born, more brilliant and resolute holy light, slicing the Crystal Scythe Apostle's perfect amethyst armor into sparks and spreading cracks.
The golden light of judgment and the cold, crystalline void collided under the apocalyptic sky, creating the most tragic yet dazzling fireworks.
In the distance, on more legendary battlefields, the roar of energy rose and fell, like a death knell tolling for this final battle.
……
The Frosty Border of the Tauriel Continent.
The original Void Gate.
The once frozen borders of the continent of Taliel, which had been covered in ice for thousands of miles, have now become a breeding ground for the void.
The biting cold has long been replaced by a deeper, more suffocating chill.
That was the deathly stillness emanating from the void energy itself, devouring all life.
As far as the eye could see, the world seemed to have been devoured by a giant purple spider.
The sky was no longer a fragmented azure, but was completely enveloped by a deep purple, ever-pulsating, approaching giant curtain, its edges almost within reach.
Beneath this colossal screen, the earth resembled shattered glass, covered with crisscrossing purple cracks.
These cracks wriggled and expanded like living things, and with each pulsation, new, twisted void creatures spewed out, merging into the ceaseless purple tide below that pounded against the ruins of the Wailing Barrier.
Crawling, wriggling, flying, floating... deformed limbs, shimmering amethyst shells, flesh flowing with filthy energy... they form the backdrop of this desolate purgatory.
However, the source of all this chaos and terror, the most chilling existence, is not these countless secondary rifts, but rather the one that hangs high in the air and initially tore open the wounds of the world of Aegir.
That void gate.
It was larger than anyone could imagine, like a single, deep purple eye stretching across the sky, coldly gazing at the world it was slowly devouring.
The edges of the doorway flowed with tangible, viscous void energy, like liquid purple jade. Each faint "breath" caused the surrounding space to distort violently, emanating a chilling pressure that made one's soul tremble.
Compared to the rifts that opened later, this initial colossal gate was the main channel through which the will of the void truly unleashed its destructive power, an ultimate breach that even the gods feared.
At this moment, the final wound torn open in this once-silent bay is brewing a new storm.
"Om-!"
The deep, humming sound, seemingly coming from the ends of the earth, suddenly intensified.
At the center of the giant gate, the deep purplish-black vortex spun violently, stirring up the viscous energy around it.
The outline of a colossal creature was struggling to emerge from the depths of its viscous "pupil".
It resembles a floating worm magnified countless times, its enormous body composed of wriggling, translucent dark purple energy, its surface covered with ever-growing and peeling amethyst scales.
However, what is most striking is not the creature itself, but the enormous purple crystal trailing behind it, almost the same size as its head.
This crystal is not a natural creation; it flows with the purest radiance of the void, and its interior seems to imprison a boiling nebula, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations and a... eerie "life" aura.
Like an alien heart forcibly pulled away from its mother planet, it was being dragged slowly through the doorway by the invisible force of this void worm.
"Boom—!"
With a dull thud, the crystal was heavily "placed" on a patch of frozen soil below, which had already been completely soaked and crystallized by the energy of the void.
The enormous worm-like body coiled and coiled around the giant crystal like a serpent returning to its nest, eventually merging completely into the massive crystal. The crystal's light instantly intensified, as if it had been infused with a soul, and the energy pulses on its surface became more regular, more... "conscious."
Immediately afterwards, the area of the crystal closest to the ground rippled like the surface of water after a pebble has been thrown in.
The viscous purple energy collapsed and condensed inward, and a figure stepped out from it.
He was about six meters tall and had a near-perfect human form, yet he exuded an inhuman coldness and majesty.
Four thick arms hung symmetrically on either side of broad shoulders, covered by heavy, dark metal armor corroded by purple cracks, the cracks gleaming with the cold light of amethyst.
A pair of enormous crystalline wings stretched out from behind—one wing was composed of countless sharp, flawless purple crystals that refracted an ominous halo.
The other one looked as if it had been violently smashed, covered with hideous cracks and imperfections, with broken chips barely held together, teetering on the verge of collapse.
His head was the most bizarre—it had no facial features, no contours, just a smooth, mirror-like purple crystal surface.
However, above this smooth "face," several sharp, twisted bone spurs, resembling a crown of thorns, pierced through the void energy, silently proclaiming his identity and power.
He stood quietly, as if adapting to this newly arrived body, or as if reading the "information" of this world. His cold crystal head turned slightly, scanning the land ravaged by his kind.
After a brief period of "adjustment," he moved.
The uppermost arm suddenly rose, without any build-up or warning. The fist, covered in heavy armor and shrouded in an aura of destruction, slammed down with a shrill shriek that seemed to tear through space, towards the giant crystal behind him that had just carried him to his descent.
"Snap—!!!"
A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out instantly.
A massive crack, centered on the point where the fist landed, spread like lightning to every corner of the crystal in an instant.
That seemingly indestructible void creation was as fragile as glass under this strike containing the power of rules.
"Splash—!!!"
A deafening crash followed.
The enormous purple crystal exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into billions of fragments of varying sizes. These fragments shot outwards like deadly purple hailstones, only to be drawn, melted, and reshaped in mid-air by an invisible force.
The fragments spun and combined rapidly in the void, swirling with purple light, eventually coalescing into four figures exuding the same terrifying aura, standing silently behind this "crown" being like loyal guards.
The first one is more slender and tall, nearly ten meters tall, with a clear feminine silhouette.
Her skin had a sickly grayish-purple hue, covered with fine, circuit board-like amethyst veins.
Her face had clearly defined features—deep-set eyes burning with cold purple flames, a straight nose, thin lips, and even a cascading "long hair" made of flowing purple energy.
However, this "beauty" was completely destroyed by several deep, bone-revealing cracks on her face and the inlaid amethyst fragments, leaving only a strange beauty that mixed elegance and cruelty.
The second one was completely devoid of human form, resembling a spliced beast from a nightmare.
Its lower body was the torso of a giant worm covered with a thick amethyst shell and covered with countless sharp limbs, writhing restlessly on the ground.
The upper body is an even more twisted monstrous structure, headless, with only a gaping maw in the center of the torso, covered with spiraling teeth and flowing with corrosive slime, emitting a silent roar.
The third one crouched on the ground like a small mountain, and was the largest in size.
It resembles an ancient giant ape that has been forcibly catalyzed, with bulging muscles all over its body and rough fur covered with purplish-black cracks and sharp crystal clusters.
It appeared unusually "quiet," merely scanning its surroundings with its giant eyes burning with chaotic purple flames, radiating a pure and suffocating sense of oppression.
The fourth one is the most peculiar.
It is neither flesh and blood nor shell, but an irregular cluster of purple crystals that floats in mid-air and slowly spins continuously.
Inside the crystal, it seemed as if nebulae were flowing, with countless tiny, purple glands, like nerve synapses, slowly floating around it.
Furthermore, shimmering fragments of amethyst swirl and dance around it like planetary belts, forming a miniature star field filled with a destructive beauty.
The brief silence was broken.
The spliced beast, whose lower body was made of worms, spoke first. Its voice was like countless pieces of sandpaper rubbing against bones, sharp and full of pain, yet unusually coherent and clear.
"Another awakening...pain...eternal torment..."
It writhed its enormous insect body, as if every inch of movement brought torment.
The tall, "female" void creature turned her cracked head expressionlessly, her cold, purple-flaming eyes sweeping over her companions before finally settling on the distant Sighing Barrier.
"Is this yet another...unlucky new world?"
Her voice was cold and clear, with a hint of barely perceptible weariness.
Then, her gaze lingered on the "crown" and the giant ape for a moment, and she added, "It actually requires us to wake up at the same time... It seems this world is quite troublesome. Not the kind of dust that can be easily crushed."
The crystal head containing the "crown" turned towards her, and although it had no expression, an invisible pressure emanated from it.
A cold, authoritative sound, like the friction of metal, resounded directly in everyone's minds.
"This is a powerful and tenacious world. Our mission is to lead the tide of the void, to utterly destroy, crush, and reduce it to nothingness. To end this futile...resistance."
His voice carried an unquestionable, absolute will.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from the suspended, irregular cluster of crystals.
This voice was completely out of place with everything else present—it was gentle and ethereal, like a mountain stream dripping onto jade, yet it also carried an ancient indifference.
"Has it awakened again...? Has another world... come to its end?"
The voice paused, as if it were "watching" the other four.
"However... this time it actually requires five 'Apocalypse's'? It seems this world... is indeed extraordinary."
Immediately afterwards, that gentle voice took on a clear hint of detachment and resistance.
"But... the void can't control me. So don't even think about commanding me... to destroy this world."
Before the words were finished, the purple glands and debris surrounding it suddenly shone brightly.
Space distorted strangely.
The enormous, irregularly shaped crystal cluster, along with the small star field surrounding it, instantly became blurred and transparent, like a reflection cast into water.
He vanished completely from everyone's sight, as if he had never existed. (End of Chapter)