160: Chapter 160 The Death of Vaughn and the Blueprints for the Puppet Factory

Su Chen's voice carried no emotion, yet it bore a final judgment that brooked no argument.

Those cold words, every syllable turning into a physical hammer, struck heavily upon Vohn's crumbling remnant Soul.

"Hand that thing over, and I can give you a swift end."

These words completely ignited the last and only dignity Vohn possessed as an ancient True God.

Its illusory, flickering black Soul-form suddenly stiffened.

Fear and trembling faded, replaced by a desperate madness and malice born of being driven into a corner.

Upon the god throne, the dark shadow coalesced once more; though much dimmer than before, it radiated a resolve to drag everything down with it.

"You want my godhead? In your dreams!"

Vohn's voice was no longer shrill, becoming instead low and raspy, each word squeezed out from the fragments of its Soul, saturated with endless curses.

After all, it was an existence that had once ascended the god throne and looked down upon all living beings; even with only a wisp of a remnant Soul remaining, it possessed the pride and trump cards of a deity.

It would not run anymore.

There was nowhere left to run.

That dense dark shadow suddenly expanded, twisted, and boiled!

In an instant, it transformed into a giant ghost face covering the entire top of the god throne.

The ghost face had no features, only countless suffering Souls entangling and wailing within it, forming a shifting, terrifying totem symbolizing ultimate mental agony.

"Soul Shriek—!!"

There was no sound.

Or rather, the sound had already transcended the auditory range of the physical world.

An invisible shockwave constructed purely of mental energy, containing the concepts of "Ending," "Tearing," and "Annihilation," erupted violently!

The space within the temple rippled like water.

This was not an attack that acted upon the physical body.

This was a killing blow aimed straight at the Soul's Origin, enough to instantly shatter the Sea of Consciousness of a Ninth-Turn Demigod—one who had experienced nine cycles of Reincarnation and possessed a mental will as tough as diamond—into fine powder!

However.

Su Chen stood where he was.

He didn't even lift an eyelid.

He remained motionless.

Just a fraction of a second before that invisible Soul shock could touch his body.

At the center of his brow, a point of deep purple light suddenly lit up and then flashed past.

Kerrigan's queenly figure, carrying endless majesty and dominance, emerged in his Sea of Consciousness like a mental brand.

She didn't even look directly at Vohn's death struggles.

She merely gave a cold snort.

That sound echoed directly on the mental plane, carrying absolute command and judgment.

"Psionic Storm."

In an instant.

A psionic energy storm, larger, more overbearing, and more destructive than Vohn's Soul Shriek, swept out violently with Su Chen as the center!

If Vohn's attack was a sharp thorn.

Then Kerrigan's response was a purple sea of stars that crushed everything!

Violent psionic energy and pure Soul shock collided silently in mid-air.

There was no explosion, no loud roar.

Only a scalp-numbing, terrifying sight of space being erased layer by layer.

Vohn's Soul Shriek was as fragile as a paper wall before that purple sea of psionic energy.

It was pushed back.

Crushed.

Devoured.

Then, the vast psionic energy storm continued unabated, pouring directly into that giant ghost face!

"Aaaah——!!"

This time, it was a genuine, agonizing scream.

Vohn's ghost face, composed of countless suffering Souls, was instantly torn open with a massive gap by the violent psionic energy; over half of the Soul-body was directly evaporated and annihilated in the purple lightning.

Its Soul-form was once again knocked back into that flickering dark shadow, and it was dimmer and thinner than ever before, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"Do you have any other tricks?"

Su Chen finally raised his eyes and asked calmly.

That flat tone was the ultimate contempt for a former True God.

"Wait!"

"Don't kill me!"

Vohn's Soul-form fluctuated violently; it was an ultimate fear stemming from the fact that its very existence was about to be erased.

All pride, all dignity, and all madness turned into the most humble begging before power that absolutely could not be overcome.

"I know many ancient secrets! The secrets of those Titans! The Origin of the Astral God Race! I know it all!"

"I can be your subordinate god! The most loyal subordinate god! I can collect Souls for you, fight across the world for you! I..."

Vohn was finally terrified.

It incoherently threw out all its value just to trade for a sliver of a chance at survival.

"Not needed."

Su Chen shook his head, directly interrupting its wailing.

subordinate god?

The will of the Zerg Swarm was highly unified and absolutely loyal.

He had no need for this kind of traitor who had once betrayed his own race, whose heart was already corrupted, and who might turn on him at any time.

As for ancient secrets?

When power reaches a certain level, all secrets cease to be secrets.

He would uncover them personally.

Rather than listening to them from the mouth of a loser.

"Gorsha."

Su Chen called out softly, his voice echoing in the empty temple.

The Medusa Broodmother, who had been standing quietly behind him, received the Dominator's command.

Her chitinous-plated snake tail slithered across the floor, making a raspy, tooth-aching "shasha" sound as she slowly stepped forward.

Those eyes, composed purely of grayish-white crystals, showed no emotional fluctuation, yet they emitted a Death Qi that made all things fall into silence.

Her gaze crossed the distance of space, locking firmly onto the shivering black remnant Soul in mid-air.

Vohn's pleas came to a sudden halt.

It "saw" those eyes.

A terror more complete than death, named "Ending," instantly seized all its perceptions.

"Petrifying... Gaze."

Cold syllables spilled from Gorsha's mouth.

There were no earth-shattering beams of light.

Only two gray ripples, barely perceptible to the naked eye, spread from her eyes, ignoring distance and directly enveloping Vohn's Soul-form.

"No——!!"

Vohn let out one last desperate roar.

"How can a Soul be petrified—"

Its roar changed tone halfway through.

It became heavy.

It became rigid.

It discovered with horror that its Soul-body, which should have been ethereal and intangible, was actually undergoing a qualitative change.

An absolute, irresistible power of laws was forcibly twisting its form of existence from "energy" into "matter."

Its consciousness was still there.

It could clearly feel every wisp of its Soul Power becoming heavy and solid, eventually losing all activity.

Starting from the edges, that black shadow rapidly transformed into a translucent gray crystal.

This process was irreversible.

Ultimately, all of Vohn's consciousness and energy were sealed within this irregular crystal.

It fell from the air.

Snap!

A crisp sound.

It hit the bone-strewn floor and shattered into several pieces.

A generation's True God remnant Soul had fallen just like that.

So completely that not even a chance for Reincarnation was left.

Su Chen walked forward slowly and stopped amidst the mess on the floor.

He raised his foot and stepped lightly onto the largest crystal piece.

Crack——

The crystal shattered into countless smaller fragments.

In the center of the fragments lay a diamond-shaped crystal core, emitting a dark glow and as deep as obsidian.

Su Chen bent down and picked it up.

A cool sensation came from his fingertips, along with a pure divine aura.

[Obtained: Soul Snatching divine portfolio (Incomplete)]

[Obtained: Pure Divine Power x 60 drops]

A divine portfolio could be used to strengthen the Soul attack capabilities of Zerg Swarm units, while Divine Power was the hard currency for promotion and incubation.

It was a good harvest.

But none of that was the main point.

Su Chen's gaze moved past these spoils of war and landed at the base of that massive bone god throne.

There was a hidden compartment there that almost blended in with the color of the bones.

If Vohn hadn't fallen and the Death Qi on the god throne hadn't dissipated, this compartment would have been almost impossible to find.

He walked up and pressed lightly on the edge of the compartment.

"Click."

A large rib bone slowly slid away, revealing an ancient parchment scroll lying quietly inside.

The scroll's color was yellowed, its edges slightly damaged, and it emitted an ancient and weathered aura.

Su Chen picked it up.

The feeling in his hand was neither the flexibility of parchment nor the fragility of paper, but rather a strange texture that was a mix of metal and flesh.

He slowly unrolled the scroll.

When he clearly saw the contents marked in both Ancient Gnomish and Common Tongue, his eternally cold eyes finally surged with intense waves.

His breathing even stalled for half a second at that moment.

[Construction Blueprint: Golem Temple/Biological Factory (Mythic Rank)]

[Description]: The Peak masterpiece of the Ancient Gnomish civilization, an ultimate arsenal that fuses alchemy, Divine Power engineering, and flesh curses. As long as enough flesh and metal are provided, it can use Divine Power as a catalyst to continuously mass-produce 'War Golems' with demigod-level combat power.

Mass-produce... demigods?

Su Chen's fingers lightly brushed over those words.

In his eyes, a light bordering on fanaticism flickered.

All along, the advantage of the Zerg Swarm lay in its terrifying reproductive capacity and absolute numbers.

But in terms of top-tier combat power, aside from a few hero units, it was still lacking.

And this blueprint...

It perfectly solved this problem.

What did the Zerg Swarm lack least?

It was flesh! It was resources!

Transforming the nearly infinite biomass of the Zerg Swarm through this Mythic Rank Biological Factory...

A thought so terrifying it could make the entire Universe tremble took shape in his mind.

"The short board has been filled."

Su Chen put away the blueprint, his deep eyes reflecting a boiling sea of stars.

He turned and looked toward the endless Void Realm outside the ruins, shrouded in darkness.

There lay the next world he was about to conquer.

"Next, it will be the real..."

"Scourge Descending!"