101: Chapter 101 The Panic of the Rival Alliance and the Nightmare Beast Gene
On the outskirts of the Divine Domain, deep within the endless void.
Inside a sub-dimensional plane wrapped in distorted light, even the blowing aether winds carried a sense of decaying deathly silence.
This was the temporary stronghold of the "Nine Shrines."
Beside a massive black round table, the atmosphere was heavy enough to cause space itself to collapse.
Of the nine magnificent god thrones, four were now vacant.
Those four empty chairs were like four nameless tombstones, the lingering remnants of divine power upon them slowly dissipating, silently telling a fact that made the souls of the gods present tremble—the madman named Su Chen was hunting them down with efficiency that defied comprehension.
"We cannot wait any longer!"
A sharp voice pierced the deathly silence.
The deity who held the divine portfolio of Gale was flickering at a high frequency, his divine body out of control; the intermittent light exposed the collapse and fear within his heart.
"That guy is not a deity ascended from a mortal at all; he is a demon wearing the skin of a god!"
His voice carried an irrepressible tremor.
"Just yesterday, Third Brother's Divine Domain was breached! Three million devout believers, not a single one left alive... they were all eaten by that damn swarm of bugs!"
"Eaten?"
On the other side of the round table, a stunningly beautiful female deity, her face now pale without a trace of blood, instinctively gripped the armrests of her god throne.
"Without even spitting out the bones?"
"Bones?"
The God of Gale let out a short, shrill, miserable laugh.
"His soul was completely ground to pieces by a strange psionic energy! He didn't even have a chance to reincarnate!"
A deathly silence once again enveloped the room.
This time, the silence held a hint of a deadly poison called despair.
After a long while.
The old man sitting at the head of the table, the nominal leader of the Nine Shrines, finally spoke. His voice was as raspy as two pieces of rusty metal rubbing against each other, yet it carried an unquestionable determination.
"Then open that door."
His cloudy eyes swept over every companion present, and deep within that gaze burned the madness of mutual destruction.
"Since regular means cannot defeat him, then let us stir these waters until they are completely muddy."
"Open the rift to the 666th layer of the Abyss plane and lure those demons, who only know how to kill and devour, over here."
As soon as these words were spoken, the divine bodies of the other four gods trembled in unison.
"Although this is drinking poison to quench thirst..."
The old man's voice became increasingly cold.
"But as long as we can delay Su Chen and his swarm, even for a short while, it will be enough for us to secure rescue from the 'Sacred Alliance'!"
The four deities looked at each other.
From each other's eyes, they saw fear, unwillingness, and the madness of being pushed to the brink of despair.
One of them suddenly laughed neurotically.
"Good!"
"Let's all die together!"
...
At the same time.
In Su Chen's Divine Domain, the gene modulation laboratory in the deepest part of the Iron Hive.
Su Chen knew nothing of the desperate plans of those losers, nor did he care.
At this moment, all his focus was concentrated on a massive biochemical culture dish in front of him, which exceeded one hundred meters in diameter.
In the viscous emerald-green culture medium, countless tiny golden rune chains were slowly flowing, emitting a sacred and warm aura. In the very center of the culture dish, two completely different forces were engaged in the most primitive and violent confrontation.
[Warning: Gene fusion rejection reaction is occurring!]
[Light Element Gene (extracted from High-Order Light Elf) and Nightmare Beast Gene (extracted from the Shadow Plane) are in violent conflict...]
A cold system notification sounded in Su Chen's consciousness.
Inside the culture dish, a cluster of golden light, as dazzling as a miniature sun, and a cluster of pitch-black shadow, capable of devouring all light, were crazily tearing at and devouring each other.
The golden light condensed into an incomparably sharp holy spear, piercing the core of the shadow again and again.
The shadow transformed into a boundless sea of corrosion, attempting to completely pollute and assimilate every ray of light.
The entire culture dish was vibrating violently, and even the indestructible crystal walls began to show fine cracks.
"Light and shadow are inherently two sides of the same coin."
Su Chen's eyes were as cold as ancient, unmelted ice, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face.
This minor accident could not even cause a single change in his heartbeat.
His will descended instantly.
"System, load the 'Void Harmonization' entry."
"Force fusion."
He issued an unquestionable command.
"Since they cannot coexist, let them return to chaos within the distortion."
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"
The Overmind, serving as the hub of the Divine Domain and the gene factory, let out a painful and sharp low hum.
Countless thick, fleshy pipes connected to the culture dish writhed and spasmed crazily. Beneath the skin, trails of purple energy were clearly visible, as if they were about to burst at any moment.
A force far deeper and more chaotic than divine power was forcibly extracted from the core of the Overmind and injected into the culture dish.
It was a type of energy that could not be described with color.
The moment it appeared, the space within the culture dish itself began to twist and fold.
The light and shadow, which were originally incompatible, were forcibly squeezed and kneaded together by this barbaric force. They were still struggling and resisting, but the "rules" of their existence had already been forcibly rewritten by Su Chen.
A full one hundred thousand points of just-recovered divine power were consumed in just a few seconds.
Finally.
At the critical point where the culture dish was about to collapse, the confrontation between the two energy clusters ceased abruptly.
They did not determine a winner; instead, under the influence of that space-time-distorting force, they eerily annihilated, then eerily fused, eventually becoming a strange, translucent substance that rippled like water waves.
[Ding! Fusion successful!]
[Congratulations, you have cultivated a brand-new unit template!]
Following a crisp and pleasant notification sound.
The huge culture dish instantly turned into dust that filled the sky, and the culture medium within also evaporated into thin air, without a single drop splashing out.
In its place, only the air in ten areas remained, producing visible and violent distortions.
Immediately after.
Ten humanoid creatures, clad in ancient and intricate dark-gold combat armor, their faces completely obscured by dark masks, slowly emerged from the distorted air.
They did not walk out.
They "infiltrated" out, as if squeezing into the real world from another dimension.
They hovered silently in mid-air, without any sound, without any energy fluctuations, and even... without any shadows.
Their presence was so thin, as if they were just phantoms, ready to melt back into the air and disappear at any moment.
The only sense of physical substance came from the weapons extending from their right arms.
It was a combat blade composed entirely of energy, emitting an eerie, ghostly green light.
The light was not blinding, but it carried a sharpness that reached straight to the soul.
Just by gazing at that sliver of green light, Su Chen could feel a slight stinging pain in his divine soul, as if it were being cut.
With a thought, he immediately opened the attribute panel of the new unit.
[Race Name]: Dark Templar (Hidden Blade)
[Tier]: Tier 7 (Epic-Tier)
[Talent]:
Permanent Void Cloak: Born to exist in an interdimensional phase, immune to all conventional physical and magical detection methods. No need to leave stealth state when attacking.
Psionic Cleave: Attacks ignore 90% of the target's physical armor and deal 300% additional damage to energy shields.
[Evaluation]: They are reapers walking in the void; when you see that sliver of green light, your head has already fallen.
"This is the trump card I wanted."
The corners of Su Chen's mouth slowly curled into a cold and cruel arc.
His gaze penetrated the layers of the Iron Hive's barriers, as if he had already seen those so-called gods who were brewing their foolish plans.
"Demons?"
"Heh, I hope they can take a beating better than those so-called gods."