166: Chapter 166 The Evil God's Agent and the Titan's Flesh and Blood Deal
At the same time.
In the Endless Abyss, there was a Sub-dimension named the "Rotten Garden."
The air here was thick and heavy, filled with the acidic, sickly-sweet stench of fermenting pus. The ground was black, and stepping on it produced a tooth-aching "squelch," as if treading on rotting internal organs. There was no sky, only a layer of gray, eternal haze where occasional flickers of ghostly green phosphorus fire drifted.
In the very center of this space stood a withered tree of indescribable size.
Its trunk was twisted and gnarled, looking as if the agonized limbs of countless dying Souls had been braided together. The bark was cracked, constantly oozing black, foul-smelling pus. Not a single leaf grew on its massive crown; instead, human heads hung upside down like fruit, their expressions forever frozen in the terror they felt before death.
In the middle of this giant tree's thick trunk, a twisted human face covered in folds and cracks kept its eyes tightly shut.
Suddenly, the rotten atmosphere of the entire Sub-dimension came to a standstill.
The flowing pus stopped dripping.
The drifting phosphorus fire froze in mid-air.
A will that could not be looked upon directly or understood had descended.
That will did not arrive through a spatial gate; rather, it directly permeated the planar barrier. Like ink dropping into clear water, it instantly dyed everything around it with a deeper sense of despair and deathly silence.
The huge face on the withered tree snapped its cloudy eyeballs open. The tree's body shook violently, emitting a sound that was a mix of wood grinding and the slickness of flesh, filled with humble flattery.
“Great Master God...”
A projection of the High-Dimensional Evil God Jeremiah's will slowly took shape in front of the withered tree.
He had no fixed form, appearing only as a constantly shifting, twisted humanoid shadow. Yet, merely gazing upon him was enough to cause a Mortal's Soul to completely collapse.
A voice rang out directly in the depths of the Corrupt Mother Tree's Soul. It did not travel through the air, yet it was more piercing than any physical noise, as if a rusted iron plate were scraping the surface of her Soul.
“Corrupt Mother Tree, my ‘Death Legion’ needs more seedbeds.”
Within Jeremiah’s projection, a pair of eyes seemed to turn toward the Corrupt Mother Tree.
“Premium flesh. I want creatures with ‘Titan’ Bloodline.”
“Only powerful bodies of that Rank can perfectly carry my Divine Power and become my most loyal and powerful Death Knights.”
Hearing the word “Titan,” a hint of greed and excitement appeared on the Corrupt Mother Tree’s twisted face.
Her lips, composed of rough bark, moved as she emitted an even more flattering voice.
“As you command, my supreme Master God.”
“Your will is the sole meaning of my existence.”
“As it happens, your subordinate has just discovered an excellent target. A... newly promoted Demigod’s Divine Domain.”
The Corrupt Mother Tree’s voice carried a hint of undisguised contempt.
“That brat named Su Chen, I don’t know what kind of luck he has, but he actually has an adult ‘Golden Behemoth’ under his command, as well as several ‘Thunder Beast Kings’!”
“Those are top-tier colossi flowing with pure Titan Bloodline!”
As she spoke, she extended a thick root dripping with black pus, coiled it around an upside-down human head, and shoved it into the mouth on her trunk. She began to chew with a “crunch-crunch” sound, spraying juices everywhere.
She greedily licked the corners of her mouth with those wrinkled bark “lips,” while countless roots trembled and pierced through the earth in excitement.
In her eyes, that newly ascended Demigod named Su Chen was nothing more than an upstart with explosive luck.
He had no idea how precious these materials—these top-tier colossi containing Titan Bloodline—actually were.
He merely used them as ordinary beasts of war.
What a reckless waste of God's gifts!
That perfect flesh, those powerful genes... if they could become seedbeds for her Master God, or be integrated into her own body...
Thinking of this, the Corrupt Mother Tree’s entire body shivered slightly from extreme desire.
Jeremiah’s projection seemed satisfied with her reaction.
The Soul-scraping voice rang out again.
“Go.”
“Bring them back and offer them to me.”
“As a reward, I grant you a drop of ‘Water of the River Styx’.”
As the words fell, a drop of liquid as black as ink, yet seemingly containing the shrieks of billions of resentful Souls, permeated from the void and hovered before the Corrupt Mother Tree.
Just by sensing the aura emitted by that drop of liquid, the Corrupt Mother Tree felt the decaying power within her body boiling, yearning!
Her breathing (if it could be called that) became incredibly heavy.
“Thank you for the Master God’s gift!”
She let out a roar of wild joy.
Jeremiah’s projection spoke no further. Just as it had appeared, it silently dissipated as if it had never existed.
But that bone-deep deathliness and pressure still lingered in this space.
The Corrupt Mother Tree excitedly waved her countless root-tentacles, carefully gathering the drop of “Water of the River Styx.”
She could not wait any longer.
A sharp, frenzied will instantly swept across the entire “Rotten Garden.”
“My minions!”
“Prepare to invade!”
With her roar, the entire Sub-dimension came alive.
Under the black, rotting earth, countless mounds bulged. One by one, Dark Elves with pale skin and hollow eyes crawled out of the mud, wielding poisoned scimitars.
From deeper down, accompanied by heavy footsteps and the sound of dragging chains, Stitched Abominations sewn together from countless corpses swayed their massive bodies. They were covered in oozing wounds and twisted faces, holding giant iron hooks and butcher knives in their hands.
Millions of corrupted and fallen followers were assembled in a very short time.
The Corrupt Mother Tree extended her thickest branch, its sharp tip slicing through space.
A huge, unstable planar portal slowly opened before her.
Behind the gate, a vibrant green world could be faintly seen.
“Target: Su Chen’s Divine Domain!”
“For the Master God’s glory! For eternal decay!”
“Bring back that fresh flesh!”
However.
At the very moment she opened the planar portal, just as her army of followers was about to step inside...
“BOOM—!!!!”
A terrifying explosion, loud enough to shatter the firmament and tear through dimensions, did not come from the portal in front of her. Instead, it erupted directly above her head, within the gray haze!
That was not the steady sound of a portal being opened.
That was the sound of the entire dimension’s barrier being smashed from the outside by some unimaginable, terrifying force!
“CRACK—!”
A massive crack appeared on the canopy of the “Rotten Garden,” instantly spreading to the very edge of the horizon.
Then, a cold, grand voice, devoid of emotion yet containing supreme majesty, echoed through the entire corrupt dimension like a divine oracle from the Nine Heavens.
“You want my flesh?”
“Then why don’t you come and take it yourself?”
The expression on the giant face on the Corrupt Mother Tree’s trunk instantly froze.
The next second.
Before she could make any reaction, along with that voice, a golden colossus so massive it could not be fully captured by sight—enveloped in billions of pounds of berserk thunder and deep purple psionic energy storms—descended from the crack in the sky like a true, burning star...
And smashed down with brute force!
Golden Behemoth Nora!
She smashed directly into the center of the Corrupt Mother Tree’s territory, right into the middle of the Dark Elf and Stitched Abomination army that had just finished assembling for the expedition!
At the moment of impact, there was no sound.
Because the speed of the shockwave had already far exceeded the speed of sound.
A visible, destructive ripple of golden energy radiated frantically in all directions with Nora’s landing point as the center!
The ground was instantly vaporized, forming a bottomless, massive circular basin.
Hundreds of thousands of Dark Elves and Stitched Abominations didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were completely decomposed into primitive particles within the golden thunder and psionic energy storm.
And behind Nora’s mountain-like, towering figure, more silhouettes poured in from the massive gap in the sky.
One after another, full formations of Light-Winged Insect Queens silently spread their wings, blotting out the entire shattered sky. Countless muzzles began to charge, flickering with the light of destruction.
Among them were dozens of Abyssal Hybrids of various forms, each emitting an aura of chaos and madness.
On the Corrupt Mother Tree’s twisted giant face, greed and contempt had long since vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme, incomprehensible terror.
Her voice became sharp and distorted due to fear, completely losing its previous flattery and composure.
“You... how dare you take the initiative to attack?!”
In this single instant, the roles of hunter and prey had been reversed.