167: Chapter 167 The Struggle of the Corrupted Mother Tree and the Curse of the Abyss
In this instant, the identities of hunter and prey were completely swapped.
The massive face of the Corrupt Mother Tree, composed of countless twisted visages, twitched violently due to extreme terror.
But following the terror was a surge of madness from the depths of her heart, born from being humiliated to the absolute limit!
"Roar!!"
Before her shrill questioning voice could fully dissipate within the shattered plane, the response from Golden Behemoth Nora had already transformed into the purest form of destruction.
It was not words.
It was a roar containing the ancient fury of the Titan God Race.
Immediately after, her golden giant foot, capable of crushing mountain ranges, suddenly lifted, blotting out all light in the Corrupt Mother Tree's vision, and then stomped down heavily, carrying the mighty power to tear through Laws!
Titan Trample!
There was no world-shaking explosion, only a circle of dull thuds so heavy they seemed to press the entire world into a thin sheet of destructive silence.
With Nora's landing point as the core, the shockwave did not simply spread; it squeezed the earth itself... downwards!
Within a hundred-mile radius, the incredibly tough black soil, soaked in ten thousand years of corrupt Divine Power, was instantly liquefied, forming a terrifying basin that continued to sink and expand.
The moment any Stitched Abominations, ghouls, or Dark Elves within this range were touched by the impact, their physical structures were completely disintegrated from within by the violent force.
Bones, flesh, and internal organs were instantly vibrated into an indistinguishable, viscous mass mixed with black sludge.
Even a single scream became an unattainable luxury.
Hundreds of thousands of dependents returned to nothingness under this silent stomp.
"Damn it! You damned beast!"
Watching the legion she had spent countless efforts to cultivate being erased so easily, the Corrupt Mother Tree let out a venomous curse.
"Even if you are a legendary Titan behemoth, within my Divine Kingdom, you must die!"
Amidst her roar, the entire Rotten Garden shook violently.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless corrupt tentacles, over ten meters in diameter and covered in wailing faces and viscous pus, tore through the earth and erupted from the ground!
These tentacles were not physical entities but the manifestation of her Divine Power. Each one was entwined with toxins and curses capable of instantly corroding a god's body. From all directions, they frantically coiled around Nora's limbs and body, attempting to drag this golden giant beast into the depths of the rotting earth.
At the same time, within her canopy that was large enough to blot out the sun, three terrifying demigod auras suddenly erupted!
Three Rotting Bone Dragons, their sizes comparable to mountains, broke free from the constraints of the branches. They unfurled skeletal wings that were tattered yet still flowing with grey Divine Power, diving toward Nora from three directions.
They opened their massive jaws, breathing out not fire, but a grey dragon breath representing ending and decay!
Wherever the dragon breath passed, space rippled with folds and even light was distorted, as if all things were moving toward a point of rot before this power.
Facing this three-dimensional strangulation from the sky and underground, the golden carapace on Nora's mountain-like body slowly cracked open a gap, revealing a dense, honeycomb-like Psionic Parasitic Insect Nest within.
However, before she could use her own power...
A voice, cold and efficient, echoed through the mental link of all Zerg Swarm units.
"Abyss and Holy Light, all obey my command."
Before the voice had even faded, a sword light interwoven with black and white sliced through the dim sky without warning.
That light was strange to the extreme; it was neither pure black nor pure white, but a contradictory light that seemed to forcibly meld two diametrically opposed concepts: existence and nothingness, holiness and fall.
The captain of the Abyssal Hybrid legion—Natasha.
This former fallen angel flapped the tattered wings behind her, which consisted only of a skeleton and scattered black feathers. Holding a massive blade burning with black and white Chaos flames, her figure flickered instantly, appearing directly within the forest of frantically dancing tentacles.
Her eyes were icy, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as she precisely executed the command from the Dominator.
"Chaos Force Field: Slash!"
Swish—! Swish—! Swish—!
The Chaos Greatsword in her hand swung without making a sound, yet it caused the surrounding space to undergo visible distortion.
Those corrupt Divine Power tentacles, tough enough to crush a god, seemed to encounter a conceptual natural enemy the moment they touched that black-and-white sword light.
There was no collision, no resistance.
A moment before touching the blade, they began to decompose and annihilate silently from the base, dissipating into the air as the most primitive energy particles.
In just the time of a single breath, the cage of tentacles capable of strangling a demigod was completely cleared.
On the other side, facing the three decaying dragon breaths descending from the sky...
Nora finally moved.
She ignored the dragon breath that could corrode all things, allowing it to impact her scales which shimmered with golden lightning. It kicked up ripples but could not harm her in the slightest.
She suddenly reached out her giant palm, which was several times larger than the head of a Rotting Bone Dragon.
That movement was less like an attack and more like shooing away annoying flying insects.
The speed of the giant palm completely defied its terrifying mass. It brought forth a series of deep purple psionic sonic boom clouds, arriving later but striking first, as it grabbed one of the fastest diving demigod Bone Dragons in its grip!
"Crack—!!!!!"
A bone-cracking sound that could make even a god's teeth ache and scalp tingle echoed across the entire battlefield.
The indestructible cervical divine bone of that demigod Bone Dragon was crushed into powder, inch by inch, within Nora's giant palm!
Then, without even looking, Nora flicked her arm.
That massive dragon head was tossed down from the sky like trash, slamming heavily onto the ground and splashing foul-smelling mud everywhere.
This was absolute power.
This was pure crushing force!
Watching her most elite demigod combat forces being slaughtered to the last in just a few breaths, all expressions vanished from the giant face on the Corrupt Mother Tree's trunk.
Greed, contempt, anger, fear... all emotions receded, leaving only a desperate, suicidal madness.
"Since you want to die..."
Her voice became incredibly shrill, no longer a sound any living creature could produce, but a spiritual roar composed purely of resentment and destructive will.
"Then be buried... with me!!!"
Amidst the roar, at the very center of her trunk, the Divine Power source that existed as the plane's core suddenly lit up!
A blood-colored light, blinding to the extreme and seemingly condensing all the filth and malice in the world, erupted from the core!
"Abyss Curse: Plane Disintegration!"
She was actually going to disregard everything and directly detonate her corrupt energy core, which she had accumulated for tens of thousands of years and which was integrated with the entire plane!
She wanted to drag this Zerg expeditionary force that dared to invade her Divine Kingdom down to the grave with her!
Rumble—
The entire Rotten Garden plane began to tremble violently from the most fundamental level of its Laws.
Space became like fragile glass as bottomless black cracks spread frantically like a spiderweb. Seeping from the cracks was Chaos Void energy capable of annihilating everything.
The earth was sinking, and the sky was collapsing.
The world was heading toward its end.
"Not good! She's going to self-detonate the plane!"
On Natasha's eternally icy face, a violent change in expression finally appeared for the first time as she cried out through the mental link.
However, just a second before the apocalypse arrived...
In the deepest part of the mental link of all Zerg units, that voice belonging to the Supreme Dominator remained terrifyingly steady, even carrying a hint of faint indifference, as if merely stating a fact.
"Self-detonate?"
"Did you get my permission?"