154: Chapter 154 The Fall of Thor and the Conversion of Millions of Believers
Faced with MacDonald's world-destroying suicidal charge, Su Chen remained seated on his throne.
His posture had not shifted in the slightest from beginning to end.
That thunderous humanoid form, forged from a burning Godhead and carrying a storm of Laws capable of tearing stars asunder, rapidly enlarged in Su Chen's pupils. Violent arcs of electricity had even penetrated the Void Leviathan's energy shield, stirring up crackling, fine electric snakes in the air of the throne hall.
However, none of this could make Su Chen's eyelids lift even a single millimeter.
In his eyes, there was only a dead, silent indifference.
It was as if the one rushing at him was not a death-defying demigod, but a speck of insignificant dust.
"A strike of brave death?"
A cold voice echoed in the empty hall, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"Pity. In the face of absolute power, courage is meaningless."
Su Chen slowly raised his right hand.
There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, no resonance of Laws.
Buzz—!
A dull, low hum sounded.
A giant hammer with an extremely exaggerated design condensed out of thin air in his palm.
The surface of that warhammer was covered in a layer of constantly writhing, dark purple biological texture, as if it possessed a life of its own. Countless eerie purple lightning patterns roamed and flickered within the crevices of the texture; with every flash, the surrounding space rippled with instability.
This was precisely the biological weapon the Zerg Swarm had forged for their supreme Dominator, based on the lightning Laws analyzed from MacDonald.
lower divine artifact—Mjolnir (Zerg Biological Weapon Version)!
But Su Chen didn't even spare it a glance.
This weapon was not yet enough to respond to MacDonald's final roar.
This was not the end.
"Target locked."
Su Chen's will, like an invisible command, instantly interfaced with the central nervous System of the star beast beneath him.
The Void Leviathan.
The massive carapace at the very front of this gargantuan creature, suspended above the ruins of the Divine Realm, began to emit a tooth-aching "creak" as layers upon layers retreated to the sides.
It was not a mechanical opening, but the restructuring of a living creature's bones and armor.
A deep, dark hole with a diameter exceeding a thousand meters was exposed between heaven and earth.
It was a biological cannon barrel so massive it defied description.
On the inner walls of the barrel, flesh and crystal lived in symbiosis. Countless deep purple energy crystals were activated by the command at the same moment, entering a state of frantic overloaded operation.
Pitch black.
The ultimate pitch black.
Unimaginable, terrifying energy gathered frantically at the muzzle, forming an absolute sphere of darkness. It emitted no light or heat; it simply consumed, ruthlessly sucking in all surrounding light, all matter, and all existence.
The entire world seemed to lose its sound at this moment.
[Star-Exterminating Psionic Cannon: Charging Complete!]
The cold System notification sounded only within Su Chen's thought network.
He looked at the approaching thunderbolt below, within which MacDonald's crazed face was already visible, and parted his thin lips slightly.
He spat out two words.
"Fire."
Zzt—Boom!!!
No, there was no sound at all.
That was merely a hallucination generated at the Soul level during the energy eruption.
A beam of energy, black to the extreme, erupted from the muzzle, silently piercing through the heaven and earth of the entire Divine Realm.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
There was no world-destroying shockwave.
Because everything along the path—whether it was air, dust, the violent thunder transformed from MacDonald's burning Godhead, or even space itself...
The moment they touched that pitch-black beam, they were thoroughly and completely decomposed, returning to nothingness.
Existence was erased.
MacDonald's thunderous charge, for which he had gambled everything and burned his Godhead, was as tiny as a moth throwing itself into the sun before this psionic beam capable of destroying stars.
His consciousness didn't even have time to process what was happening before his eyes.
"This... imposs..."
A despairing and stunned thought flickered for only a hundredth of a second within his Soul, which was about to be annihilated.
Subsequently.
His lower divine artifact, the "Thunder God's Spear," shattered inch by inch, turning into the most basic particles.
His divine body, restructured from thunder, disintegrated instantly without leaving a trace.
The Origin of his Godhead, which had shattered and then re-ignited, was completely smoothed over and annihilated under the wash of pure psionic energy.
From matter to energy, from Soul to Law.
MacDonald, the God of Thunder, was completely erased from this world.
The pitch-black beam's momentum remained undiminished as it struck the War Temple below head-on.
That magnificent building, constructed by countless believers over ten thousand years using the firmest rocks of faith and reinforced with countless Divine Power barriers, didn't even last for a single breath.
Just like that, it evaporated in absolute silence.
Together with the land for a hundred miles around the temple, it vanished.
On the earth, only a bottomless, giant crater with edges as smooth as a mirror remained, pitch black as if leading to the deepest Nine Serenities of Hell.
[Ding! Slain 8th-rank demigod "God of Thunder · MacDonald"!]
[Plunder successful! Obtained Godhead Shards x50, Divine Power x300 drops!]
[Detected unowned Divine Realm... Talent "Divine Realm Devour" activated!]
A series of System notifications rang out in Su Chen's mind.
He could feel a surge of energy, larger and purer than ever before, frantically pouring into his body through some mysterious Law channel.
At the same time, the ground beneath him began to vibrate violently.
The edges of the vast Divine Realm that originally belonged to MacDonald began to crack and churn.
Countless thick, hideous, giant tentacles covered in carapace and mucus suddenly erupted from beneath Su Chen's "Zerg Divine Domain." Like the greediest of predators, they tightly coiled around that unowned land and then pulled with all their might!
Rumble—!
The entire world was trembling.
It was a "continental plate stitching" beyond the imagination of any Mortal!
MacDonald's Divine Realm was forcibly and crudely dragged by these giant tentacles until, with a "crack," it was stitched seamlessly to the edge of Su Chen's Zerg Divine Domain.
The ten million Orc miners, who had just finished being infected and modified, swarmed onto this new territory with synchronized steps almost the instant the stitching was complete.
Their eyes were fanatical and their actions efficient as they immediately began the Zerg-style transformation of the new land.
One.
Ten.
A hundred.
Thousands of hideous and ugly "Larvae Hatcheries" rose from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain on this new territory.
After only one day.
Su Chen opened his attribute panel again.
A series of explosive data clearly entered his sight:
[Number of Believers]: 32 million (Skyrocketing!)
[Daily Faith Value Production]: 210 million (Surging!)
[Divine Rank]: 9th-rank Demigod (Quasi-True God)!
"This pleasure of plundering..."
Su Chen slowly clenched his fist, feeling the vast and boundless Divine Power surging within his body like a rushing river.
In his eyes, the flames of ambition flickered.
"Is the only shortcut to becoming a god!"