100: Chapter 100 Kerrigan's Dark Evolution and Seventh Revolution Sprint

The pure black stream of light, representing the [Dark Elf divine portfolio], detached from the main body of the divinity.

Under Su Chen's will, it transformed into a deep ray, shooting straight toward Kerrigan.

The approaching darkness was reflected in Kerrigan's silver-white pupils, yet she did not dodge in the slightest.

It was not a command, but a gift.

It was the Master's recognition of her achievements.

The moment the black light touched her brow, there was no collision.

Like a drop of ink dissolving into clear water, it permeated silently, spreading along her internal psionic energy network to every part of her body.

Kerrigan's body trembled slightly.

Her originally pure psionic energy aura, brilliant like purple crystal, began to undergo a qualitative change.

Wisps of pitch-black threads grew from within her, like living vines, entwining, clinging, and finally intertwining completely with the purple psionic energy.

Purple represented destruction and pure energy.

Black symbolized deceit, shadows, and ancient allure.

The combination of the two powers made Kerrigan's entire presence contradictory and captivating. Her aura was no longer that of the pure Queen of Blades; it now carried the profundity and majesty of a nocturnal deity.

The tips of the psionic energy tentacles surrounding her were stained with an unfathomable ink color, as if they could directly devour light.

A moment later, Kerrigan opened her eyes.

Deep within those silver-white eyes, an endless starry sky seemed to have settled, with darkness forming the background and purple stars flickering within it.

She did not speak but simply nodded slightly at Su Chen, her figure turning into a purple-black stream of light and vanishing from the bridge.

The next second.

Inside the leviathan, in the detention area used for imprisoning highly intelligent beings.

This was a massive cavern composed of biological matter, with weak bioluminescence on the wall membranes providing the only illumination. Thousands of Dark Elf prisoners of war were restrained by a force field made of psionic energy, sitting or lying down, their eyes filled with the numbness and despair of defeat.

Their pride, the God of Proliferation, had fallen, and they had become prisoners of this terrifying Zerg Swarm.

Just then.

A figure appeared without warning on the central platform of the cavern.

It was Kerrigan.

Her appearance instantly attracted the attention of all the Dark Elves.

An indescribable pressure, mixed with a divine aura that was both familiar and strange to them, enveloped the entire space.

"Look at me."

A voice resounded directly in the deepest part of every Dark Elf's soul.

It was not sound waves traveling through the air, but an imprint of will from a higher dimension.

It was the voice of a god.

It was the call of the Matriarch.

Some of the strong-willed Dark Elf warriors attempted to resist, their eyes flashing with their final stubbornness and hatred.

However, the moment their gazes met Kerrigan's purple-black eyes.

All resistance crumbled.

They seemed to see the source of their race's mythology, the ultimate form of the dark night, and an existence far older and more powerful than their God of Proliferation.

The other Dark Elf prisoners already had dazed eyes.

The absolute suppression originating from the divine portfolio made it impossible for them to harbor any thoughts of resistance.

Fanaticism ignited in their pupils.

Despair was dispelled, replaced by an extreme worship of having found a new truth and a new deity.

"Ugh..."

A Dark Elf knelt on the ground in pain, his skin undergoing drastic changes.

The original off-white color quickly faded, and a deep, dark purple, like the dark side of the universe, began to spread from his heart, quickly covering his entire body.

Immediately after, a second, a third...

Thousands of Dark Elves underwent the mutation simultaneously.

In their eyes, ghostly green flames ignited, the product of a combination of pure psionic energy and dark magic.

The muscle lines on their bodies became more fluid and filled with explosive power; every inch of their bodies seemed to have been reshaped for lethal slaughter.

[Congratulations, Master! Your kin, the "Queen of Blades Kerrigan," has successfully converted the prisoner units!]

[New kin acquired: Infected Khalai Warriors]

[Traits: Extremely high affinity for "psionic energy," absolute loyalty, can cast dark psionic spells.]

Su Chen's will observed all of this quietly through the network of the Brood.

Those newborn Khalai Warriors were prostrating at Kerrigan's feet in the most devout posture, chanting chaotic and fanatical hymns.

The Power Of Faith they provided was pure and vast, its quality unexpectedly more than ten times that of an equivalent number of ordinary Zerg Swarm units!

"Establish the [Psionic Cult]."

Su Chen's voice resonated in Kerrigan's mind.

"You are their Pope."

After handling these trivial matters, the internal affairs of the Divine Domain were stable.

External threats had been temporarily repelled, new troop types were being converted, the Titan behemoths were gathering strength in the incubation chambers, and the evolution of the saints had not ceased.

Everything was developing in a better direction.

Now, it was his turn.

Su Chen's consciousness returned to the core of the temple.

His divine body floated in mid-air, surrounded by the remaining half of the twenty drops of divine power.

Ten drops.

Enough.

His mind sank into his sea of consciousness.

The next moment, the entire world disintegrated in his eyes, turning into countless basic lines of rules.

[Rule Space].

A reward from the God Ascension Tower, a realm of absolute nothingness without the concepts of time and space.

Here, he could conduct the most dangerous attempts without any scruples.

Su Chen reached out his hand, and under the guidance of his will, two distinct sources of laws were forcibly extracted from the endless sea of rules.

One was violent, blazing, and full of destructive explosive power; that was [Thunder].

The other was cold, treacherous, and emitted the decaying aura of the end of all things; that was [Calamity].

What he wanted to do was to forcibly fuse these two completely contradictory laws into a brand-new power that belonged only to him.

Every deduction was a major explosion on the mental level.

The rigidity of Thunder and the softness of Calamity clashed violently, almost tearing his consciousness apart.

But he had long been accustomed to this pain.

Every failed impact passively deepened his understanding of these two rules by one point.

He calculated, simulated, and corrected madly.

He dismantled Thunder into the most basic concepts of "high energy," "assault," and "extinction."

He dismantled Calamity into factors like "decay," "degeneration," and "misfortune."

Then he attempted to reassemble these smallest fragments into a completely new structure.

6.1%... 6.5%... 6.9%...

The progress bar of the fusion moved forward in his perception at an extremely slow yet incredibly firm speed.

He did not know how much time had passed.

It might have been an instant, or it might have been millions of years.

At the end of this nothingness, Su Chen opened his eyes suddenly.

In his pupils, his left eye was a surging sea of thunder, and his right eye was burning disaster fire.

The two forces no longer clashed but intertwined and spiraled in a mysterious trajectory, finally converging at a single point in the center of his pupils, turning into extreme chaos.

"7%!"

"Achieved!"

Consciousness returned to reality.

Su Chen did not pause for a single moment.

"Brood!"

His will was like thunder, instantly piercing through the entire Divine Domain.

"Activate 'Metabolic Overclocking Field'!"

"Target: Divine Domain Core! Time flow rate: Ten times!"

Hum—!

An invisible force field suddenly spread out from the temple as the center.

In the area covered by the force field, space began to present an unreal, viscous sensation; light was stretched and distorted.

For the Zerg Swarm units outside, the silhouette of the temple only blurred for an instant.

A day passed quietly.

But inside the temple covered by the force field, time had been stretched to a full ten years.

During these ten years.

Su Chen sat cross-legged, like an eternal statue.

He devoured the remaining divine power like a whale, converting it into the purest energy, washing and tempering his divine body over and over again.

With every energy cycle, his physical strength and energy capacity limit were soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally.

On the last day of the "ten years."

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, as if coming from the depths of his soul, the sound of shackles being completely broken, erupted within him.

A vast and boundless divine might, far exceeding what it was before, erupted from the temple!

This pressure was so terrifying that it instantly swept across the entire Divine Domain.

All Zerg Swarm units, regardless of their level, stopped their actions at this moment, prostrating on the ground, paying their deepest awe to their supreme Master.

Outside the Divine Domain, the originally incessant and violent void turbulence was forcibly pushed away by this momentum, forming a vast, absolute vacuum zone!

Seventh-Rank Demigod!

From mortal to True God, nine is the ultimate number; he had already completed seven steps.

Only three steps remained to ignite the divine fire and raise the Kingdom of God!

Su Chen stood up slowly.

He clenched his fist, feeling the endless power within him, like a sea of stars.

His gaze pierced through the walls of the temple, through the carapace of the leviathan, through the crystal wall of the Divine Domain, and looked into the depths of the star sea, too far to count.

The coordinates left behind by that Undead True God were crystal clear in his perception.

"Undead True God..."

A cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Seven years is too long; I only seize the day."