107: Chapter 107 The Dark Sanctuary's Debut and the Fall of the Balrog
Su Chen's cold will was the will of the entire Zerg Swarm.
He wanted a feast, a slaughterous feast that would strike terror into the hearts of those watching.
The situation in the center of the battlefield, after two rounds of scouring by Psionic Storms and Banelings, had already turned into a one-sided massacre.
But the foundation of the Abyss lay in that endless, inexhaustible quantity.
For every demon that fell, ten would trample over its warm corpse to fill the gap.
They were a tide of chaos, the embodiment of destruction.
Just within this meat grinder intertwined with green and black, a heaven-shaking roar tore through the chaotic soundscape.
"Roar! A bunch of despicable bugs!"
A behemoth, thirty meters tall, composed entirely of obsidian, with scalding lava flowing through the cracks in its body, burst out of the quagmire of corrosive acid.
Eighth Rank, "Lava Troll Lord."
Strong acid splashed onto it, only stirring up waves of pungent white smoke, but it could not melt through its thick rock armor in a short time.
With every step it took, the earth trembled.
The fearless Zergling units under its feet, in the face of its mountain-like weight, could not even hinder it for a moment before being crushed into puddles of green pulp mixed with shell fragments.
It wielded a giant hammer also made of obsidian, the hammer head burning with dark red flames, and every swing brought up a scorching hurricane, sweeping away and igniting swaths of the Zerg Swarm.
It broke through the blockade of the suicide bugs.
It crashed into the relatively fragile rear positions of the Zerg Swarm.
"Who can stop me!"
The Troll Lord roared, its eyes made of lava filled with bloodlust and fanaticism for the impending slaughter.
Its gaze locked onto a Hydralisk that was spitting bone needles at it.
That slender creature, which appeared incredibly fragile in its eyes, was about to be smashed into a pulp by its giant hammer.
This was the scene it had envisioned.
However, at the very moment the hammer was about to fall.
The air in front of the Troll Lord rippled with a silent distortion.
The distortion was extremely faint, less noticeable than a speck of flying dust on the chaotic battlefield.
There was no sound.
And there was no omen of energy.
A ghostly green blade of light emerged from that twisted void, as if it had always been growing there.
It brought no wind pressure and radiated no heat.
It simply swiped past with such lightness.
The target was the ankle supporting the Troll Lord's massive body.
"Puchi."
A barely audible sound was drowned out by the clamor of the battlefield.
The sound was not the loud clang of metal on stone, but rather the subtle noise of a frozen piece of grease being sliced by a hot blade.
The Troll Lord's obsidian skin and bones, which could withstand heavy artillery fire, possessed no concept of hardness in the face of that ghostly green blade.
It was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.
"Crack!"
A crisp snapping sound rang out.
Due to its immense momentum, the Troll Lord's massive body still maintained its forward, smashing posture.
But its feet had been severed cleanly at the ankles, left behind in place.
The massive body lost its balance with a crash.
"Ho... how co..."
The chaos in its mind prevented it from feeling pain at first.
In its brain made of lava, only endless astonishment remained.
Why wouldn't its body obey?
Before the thought could even finish.
Three more ghostly green lights flashed past its out-of-control, rolling body.
One severed its right arm, which was gripping the giant hammer.
One sliced off its left hand, which it was unable to wave.
The final one precisely bypassed its hard shoulder blades and slashed horizontally across its thick neck.
Time was slowed infinitely at this moment.
The Troll Lord's head flew high into the air.
Its lava-burning eyes flipped their field of vision in the final moment of its life.
It saw it.
It saw its own massive, headless, and limbless body still rolling from momentum.
It saw the stump of its own neck.
The stump was as smooth as a mirror; it did not spray blood, but instead, like a volcanic eruption, surged with a stream of scorching lava shooting up dozens of meters.
At the moment it saw this incredible scene, three blurred figures slowly emerged from the air beside its headless corpse.
They were draped in black cloaks that obscured their forms, holding psionic blades that emitted a ghostly green light.
They didn't even spare a second glance at the corpse that was erupting with lava.
That indifferent posture was as if they had merely cleared away a stone blocking their path.
The three figures became blurred again, their outlines twisting, eventually turning into nothingness, completely merging with the surrounding air.
"What?!"
Far away, tens of kilometers away, the demon commander observing the battlefield through a magic crystal stood up abruptly from its bone throne.
Its bloodshot eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
That was an Eighth Rank Lord!
A king born among the Lava Trolls!
An Eighth Rank Lord, on the front lines of the battlefield, was just insta-killed like that?
It didn't even see the enemy's attack method clearly?
It couldn't even put up a decent resistance?
"Damn it! What is that thing!"
"It's an assassin! An assassin unit specifically targeting high-tier combatants!"
A cold chill shot up the commander's spine to its crown.
It instantly perceived the opponent's tactics.
Use endless low-tier cannon fodder to swamp its legions, then use these elusive top-tier assassins to precisely snipe its own high-end combatants.
Conventional charges had become a suicidal tactic, just throwing lives away!
It realized it had to use its real trump card.
"All Legendary Rank units!"
The commander's voice became sharp and distorted due to extreme anger and a trace of uncontrollable fear.
"Attack!"
"Including those three Balrogs! All of them, mobilize!"
"Ignore the bugs on the ground! Find them! Use fire! Use hellfire! Burn those invisible bastards out for me!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Following its hysterical command, from the distant rear of the battlefield, six terrifying auras far exceeding that of an Eighth Rank Lord shot into the sky.
Those were six true Legendary Rank demons.
The most eye-catching among them were three giant demons, a hundred meters tall, seemingly composed of pure hellfire—Balrogs!
They had no physical form, just masses of burning humanoid flames, holding long whips condensed from fire.
Wherever they passed, the earth instantly melted into flowing lava, and even the air itself was ignited by the high temperature, making a crackling sound.