169: Chapter 169 Forcing the Evil God's Coordinates and Eliminating the Roots
Facing the Evil God's questioning, Su Chen didn't even cast a single shred of attention toward the blood-colored eyeball that was currently tearing through the plane in the sky above.
His will was like an invisible giant net, enveloping the entire Rotten Garden.
The core of his consciousness transformed into the sharpest probe, precisely locking onto the massive, kneeling mother tree beneath his feet.
He did not answer.
Answering an existence that was about to fall was a pure waste of time.
He simply issued a cold command.
The countless Infection Bugs that had just completed their parasitism—those tiny units that had permeated every inch of the Corrupt Mother Tree's roots and branches—instantly received the will from the Swarm Overlord.
The biological engines within their bodies ran at full power, injecting a pure, conceptual signal of "pain" directly into the divine Origin of the Corrupt Mother Tree.
It was not physical torture.
It was a form of torture that acted directly upon the Soul and the True Spirit.
“AAAAHHHH!!!”
An indescribably shrill scream erupted from the depths of the Corrupt Mother Tree's heartwood.
This sound did not travel through the air; instead, it was a spiritual shriek that caused the space of the entire plane to ripple.
The massive trunk convulsed and twisted frantically.
Countless rotten branches thrashed wildly against the ground, smashing bottomless ravines into the earth. Foul sap gushed out from its cracked bark, carrying a thick, nauseating stench.
Its Soul was being sliced into a thousand pieces.
“Tell me, where are the coordinates of Jeremiah's true body?”
Su Chen's voice, transmitted through the mental network like a demon's whisper, was branded directly into the Corrupt Mother Tree's nearing-collapse consciousness.
“And... where is the 'ancient titan blood' you mentioned earlier hidden?”
Every word was accompanied by a violent pulse of the pain signal.
The Corrupt Mother Tree's divinity wailed; its dignity and will as a demigod were as fragile as rotten wood before the absolute control of the Swarm Overlord.
Extreme pain.
Irresistible mental control.
Under this dual assault, the mental defenses of this veteran demigod, who had ruled the Rotten Garden for countless eons, were completely crushed.
“In... in...”
Its consciousness was intermittent, filled with the fear of pain.
“In the Undead Star Domain! Coordinates... (X233, Y901)... that is the core of his divine kingdom, the 'Withered Throne'!”
“The ancient titan blood... the Ancient Blood is beneath his god throne... it is the Origin essence he refined from Titan remains... it is his final secret for impacting the Master God Realm...”
The Corrupt Mother Tree's will had completely collapsed, leaving only the most primitive instincts to survive or die.
“Kill me... please... kill me! AAAAAHHH!!!”
Information obtained.
Su Chen's spiritual probe slowly withdrew from the mother tree's consciousness.
He finally looked up, his deep eyes piercing through layers of space to meet the gaze of the massive blood-colored eyeball behind the rift in the sky.
The corners of his mouth curved upward.
It was a 'kind' smile filled with cold malice and endless mockery.
“Did you hear that, Jeremiah?”
His voice was calm, yet through the mental network, it transformed into a bolt of thunder that accurately blasted into the perception of the high-dimensional Evil God.
“Wash your neck and wait.”
“That is my blood.”
The moment his words fell.
Su Chen snapped his fingers.
The crisp sound seemed exceptionally abrupt on this deathly silent land covered by The Infected.
“Nora, do it.”
“ROAR—!”
A world-shaking roar responded to the Overlord's command.
The Golden Behemoth Nora, who had been standing quietly behind Su Chen—that terrifying beast large enough to blot out the sky—moved.
It raised its massive foot, which was like a pillar supporting the heavens.
Its golden scales shimmered with a metallic cold light under the dim sky, and its terrifying mass even caused the surrounding space to warp visibly to the naked eye.
There was no fluctuation of energy.
There was only physical strength, pure to the extreme and sufficient to shatter the vacuum.
Carrying the terrifying kinetic energy of a planetary collision, the massive foot stomped heavily down toward the core godhead of the kneeling Corrupt Mother Tree, which was flickering with a faint divine glow.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
In the Corrupt Mother Tree's massive single eye, a rapidly expanding golden shadow was reflected, its pupil filled with endless despair and relief.
The next instant.
“CRACK—”
A crisp, tooth-aching sound of shattering rang out.
It was the sound of a godhead breaking.
Immediately following that.
“BOOM—!!!!”
The indescribably massive explosion finally arrived.
The Corrupt Mother Tree's enormous body, along with its core godhead, couldn't even last a second before this absolute power.
It exploded instantly.
It was crushed on the spot into a sky full of wood chips and the purest points of energy light.
This veteran demigod, who had occupied a territory and struck fear into countless planes, was thus utterly destroyed in both form and spirit.
Above the sky, the blood-colored eyeball behind the planar rift trembled violently.
Within the crimson pupil, a fury capable of incinerating stars churned.
That was His subordinate god! A chess piece He had spent countless efforts to cultivate!
And just like that, right in front of Him, it was crushed by a bug like an ant being stepped on!
This was a provocation!
This was the most blatant humiliation to a high-dimensional Evil God!
However, the sky-toppling rage was forcefully suppressed the moment it was about to turn into action.
Jeremiah's gaze swept over the scene below.
The Zerg army, which had just completed the feat of slaying a god, was slowly raising its head.
In the hollow eye sockets of hundreds of millions of "The Infected," eerie purple lights lit up simultaneously.
The Golden Behemoth.
The Six-Winged Heavenly Dragon King.
Lumina, Dominator of Light.
One by one, war units emitting the terrifying aura of the Divine-Grade locked their cold gazes onto Him in the sky.
It was a terrifying army, brimming with Killing Intent, strictly disciplined, and born only for slaughter and devouring.
Jeremiah could feel that if His true body dared to descend even an inch from the rift, what would greet Him would be this army's devastating siege at any cost.
The pros and cons were weighed in just an instant.
Ultimately, that rage capable of incinerating a sea of stars was replaced by a deeper, cold wariness.
“You will pay the price for this...”
A message saturated with endless resentment and curses echoed over the entire plane.
Then, the massive blood-colored eyeball took a deep look at Su Chen, who was suspended in the center of the swarm, and with extreme unwillingness and humiliation, it slowly closed. Finally, along with that terrifying planar rift, it vanished without a trace.
The sky returned to its original greyish-white decay.
It was as if the world-destroying scene from just now had never happened.
“Clean up the battlefield.”
Su Chen's cold voice broke the silence.
“MYa, Lumina, don't waste a single bit of organic matter.”
“Although this tree is a bit rotten, its energy is still quite sufficient.”
“Yes, Overlord!”
The Six-Winged Heavenly Dragon King MYa and Lumina, Dominator of Light, immediately took their orders.
In the next second, the entire stationary army of The Infected, along with other Zerg units, surged like an opened floodgate toward the area left behind by the exploded Corrupt Mother Tree.
An efficient "resource recovery" that would make one's scalp tingle began.
Countless creep spread out from underground, absorbing, decomposing, and converting all the wood chips, light points, and even the foul sap that contained massive life energy and divine essence.
There was not a single bit of waste in the entire process.
In Su Chen's consciousness, the values representing resources and energy were skyrocketing at an unprecedented speed.
He could feel every cell in his body emitting a joyful hum under the infusion of this massive energy.
Power was surging in.
Su Chen slowly clenched his fist, feeling the surging power that was about to break through his Bottleneck.
“Ninth Revolution Peak... almost there.”
His gaze seemed to pierce through the endless Void Realm, looking toward the direction of the Undead Star Domain.
“The moment I promote will be the time you, old ghost, fall.”