106: Chapter 106 Demonic Tide and Psionic Blockade

The oracle was issued, and words became law.

"Commence battle."

These two cold syllables were instantly transmitted through the divine mental network to every corner of the Nid Hive Network, transforming into a supreme, absolute will.

Su Chen's will was the will of the entire divine domain.

Upon the god throne, his figure remained motionless, but his gaze pierced through the dome of the temple, crossing endless space, and was projected precisely onto the southeastern boundary of the divine domain.

There, it had already turned into a scorched wasteland.

The once vibrant, emerald green grassland was now being rapidly eroded by a black, putrid soil that did not belong to this world.

The earth groaned in pain; the moment the vegetation touched that black soil, it withered, carbonized, and turned into fly ash.

In the center of the sky, a massive rift over a hundred meters high hideously tore through the firmament.

It was not a simple fissure, but a scar of the abyss, flowing with crimson and chaotic light.

At the edges of the rift, the laws of space were constantly collapsing and reforming, emitting teeth-aching cracking sounds.

A suffocatingly thick scent of sulfur, mixed with the most primitive evil and blood, gushed out from the opening, dyeing the sky in an ominous dark red.

Countless hideous monsters were pouring out of that scar like a tide.

Small, wrinkled-skinned imps brandished bone daggers, emitting sharp, ear-piercing shrieks.

Horned demons with curved horns and knotted muscles dragged heavy chained battle-axes, greedily sniffing the fragrance of the new world in the air.

Behind the demonic torrent, a behemoth over ten meters tall was trampling the earth with its hooves burning with hellfire.

It was a high-ranking demon lord.

Lava-like patterns flowed slowly beneath its dark red skin, and a long whip burning with raging flames was tightly gripped in its hand; with every swing, it left a scorched trail in the air.

"Hehehe... What a fresh world, what fragile creatures!"

The demon lord let out a deafening roar, its voice filled with condescending arrogance and bloodlust.

"Little ones, slaughter to your heart's content! Crush everything in this divine domain, and offer the flesh and souls of all these bugs to the great Abyssal Will!"

In its view, this newborn divine domain, just established and with unstable laws, was not even worth it taking action itself.

With just this vanguard of demons under its command, a single charge would be enough to reduce all resistance here to powder.

However, the anticipated scene of devastation and flying flesh did not appear.

What greeted them was not weak civilians fleeing in all directions, nor was it panic-stricken creatures of the divine domain.

It was a... deathly silent defensive line.

Right in front of where the black putrid soil was spreading, tens of thousands of "Tyrant Guards," clad in dark purple chitinous heavy armor, formed a steel wall stretching for several kilometers with absolutely precise spacing.

They were burly, each piece of carapace shimmering with a cold metallic luster, massive bone scythes poised on their arm gauntlets, and in their scarlet compound eyes, there was only absolute calmness and murderous intent.

Behind the wall formed by the "Tyrant Guards" was an even larger force of "Hydralisk" units.

They crouched, lowering their center of gravity, their muscular tails deeply rooted in the earth, and the countless fine bone spines on their upper bodies opened and closed slightly with their breathing.

Those dense, glowing launch ports had long since locked onto every roaring demon ahead.

No fear.

No clamor.

No chaos.

Only absolute order and killing efficiency cold to the extreme.

It was as if they were not living beings, but death machines with their war programs activated.

This silent army formed a stark contrast to the chaotic and noisy demonic torrent opposite them.

Su Chen's consciousness descended silently over the battlefield, his divine sense turning into an invisible breeze, sweeping over every inch of land.

He looked down at the group of ugly, foul-smelling invaders below, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

He did not even issue the command personally, simply transmitting a single thought.

"Kerrigan, move out."

"As you command, my Overlord."

A cold and bewitching female voice sounded directly in his consciousness.

At the very front of the battlefield, in the center of that steel wall, the Queen of Blades Kerrigan, hovering in mid-air, slowly opened her eyes.

Those were eyes burning with ghostly purple psionic flames.

The moment the light ignited, her long hair, which seemed to be composed of countless purple tentacles, danced wildly without wind, every tip shimmering with dangerous electrical arcs.

She slowly opened her arms, her posture elegant, yet containing world-destroying power.

"Psionic Lockdown Network, activate!"

Hum—!

An invisible mental ripple, with Kerrigan as the center, instantly swept across the entire battlefield!

This ripple transcended sound, transcended light.

It acted directly on the level of soul and consciousness!

The demonic army, which had been roaring crazily and charging while brandishing weapons just a second ago, was as if grabbed by the throat by an invisible hand the moment it was swept by the ripple, and all sound ceased abruptly.

A bizarre scene appeared on the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of demons stopped with stiff movements.

The bloodlust and fanaticism in their eyes faded instantly, replaced by extreme terror and confusion.

"Uh... My... My Fireball spell..."

A horned demon was preparing to cast a spell, but the dark red fireball condensing in its palm suddenly lost control and surged back into its body.

Boom!

Its entire body exploded with a bang, splattering its flesh and internal organs all over its companions.

This was just the beginning.

Countless demons preparing to cast spells suffered backlash at the same moment.

Their prideful Abyssal magic became life-taking poison the moment their mental power was forcibly disrupted.

Fireballs, Shadow Bolts, and Corruption spells exploded randomly within their own ranks, causing chaos.

"Arghhh! My head! My brain is going to split open!"

"What is this... something has crawled into my brain!"

Thousands of low-level demons clutched their heads, rolling on the ground in agony and wailing.

Their mental worlds were already chaotic, and now, forcibly invaded by Kerrigan's incomparably domineering psionic power, they were like inferior processors flooded with corrupted data, instantly crashing.

"This is the absolute suppression of psionic power over low-intelligence chaotic creatures."

High above, Su Chen observed everything coldly, as if enjoying a play with a pre-written script.

Just then, a massive shadow swept across the clouds.

The demigod Bone Dragon Theodore, over a hundred meters long, circled high above the battlefield, and in his empty eye sockets, two ghostly blue soul fires flared intensely.

He opened his huge maw, emitting a silent roar.

This roar did not propagate through the air but directly vibrated the Nid Hive Network deep within the earth, issuing the final signal for the attack.

The next second.

The ground beneath the demonic army collapsed suddenly!

Huge craters appeared without warning.

Immediately after, thousands of emerald green "Banelings" rolled out from underground.

They curled into spheres and, with astonishing speed, rolled precisely into the groups of demons huddled together due to mental confusion.

"Boom—boom, boom, boom, boom!"

A series of dull and violent explosions detonated in succession deep within the demon legion's ranks!

That was not an explosion of fire, but a feast of strong acid!

Green, corrosive acid was pushed in all directions by the shockwave at the moment of the explosion, forming deadly green flowers.

The demons splashed by the acid had their skin, muscles, and even bones rapidly dissolved amidst shrill wails, turning into pools of pus emitting white smoke.

In just an instant, a large fan-shaped area in the center of the demonic army's formation was forcefully cleared.

This precise and efficient slaughter caused the arrogance on the face of the high-ranking demon lord in the distance to freeze for the first time.

It was also at this moment that on Su Chen's divine domain radar interface, a few faint light spots flickered in the spatial layer several dozen kilometers away from the battlefield.

Those were a few power fluctuations belonging to gods, sneaking around and spying on this place.

"Nine God Shrine."

These words instantly appeared in Su Chen's mind.

"Overlord," the Bio-Bone Dragon Theodore's deep thoughts were transmitted, "do you need to split the troops to deal with those peepers?"

"No need."

A trace of contempt appeared in Su Chen's eyes.

"A bunch of vultures who only dare to spy in the dark, merely wanting to wait until we and the Abyssal demons are both heavily injured so they can come up and feast on the corpses."

His voice carried a trace of cold mockery.

"Since they want to watch so much, then let them watch closely."

"Watch what true despair is."

"First, cleanly and efficiently devour this demonic feast, then turn back to clean up that trash."