172: Chapter 172 Missionary Work in Lower Dimensions and the War of Proxy

The cold will, like an invisible thunderstorm, instantly swept across the entire Divine Realm.

Hibernation is for a more violent eruption.

Waiting is for a more thorough destruction.

Now, the time has come.

Su Chen's cold voice, transformed into a mental command, instantly reached the depths of the Soul of every Zerg Swarm unit in the Divine Realm.

"It is time to test the sharpness of this new legion."

Before the ripples of will had dissipated, the Heart of the Divine Realm, that living Biochemical Thunder Amplification Tower, had already responded.

On the tower body, countless thick flesh pipes suddenly intertwined and contracted, pumping massive amounts of psionic energy and bio-electricity toward the Throne Hall located at the top of the tower.

The dome of the hall was not made of rock or metal, but of translucent biomass, with clear veins on it, simulating a deep starry sky.

Billions of slender electric arcs darted beneath the "starry sky," converging in the center of the hall.

Su Chen sat high upon the throne.

The throne was built from countless hideous, pure white bones flickering with a metallic cold light, yet it was not a dead object.

It was alive, the pinnacle creation of the Zerg Swarm's genetic sequence, an extension of the Dominator's authority.

On the armrest of the throne, a huge eyeball covered with complex patterns slowly rotated, reflecting the four figures kneeling below.

They were the executors of the Zerg Swarm's will, the Incarnation of slaughter and evolution.

Naga Queen Selina, she retained the bewitching beauty of her upper body, while her lower body was a huge snake body covered with fine purple-black scales.

With every breath she took, the air was filled with highly toxic spores and mind-bewitching psionic fluctuations.

Berserker Pope Hogg, a behemoth standing like a mountain.

His body was composed of the hardest carapace and knotted muscles, with countless deep red fanatical runes engraved on his skin.

Just by kneeling there, the violent aura he exuded caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Lumina, Dominator of Light, she possessed a near-perfect female form, draped in a feather garment woven from pure light energy, with a compassionate expression on her holy face.

But deep in her eyes, there was an absolute indifference and emptiness that belonged to the Zerg Swarm.

And the last one, the newly promoted Air Force Commander-in-Chief, MYa.

Its form was the most bizarre, its body between illusion and reality, as if composed of shadows and starlight, with a pair of huge, thin wings like shattered space gently flapping behind it, silent and soundless.

The entire hall was silent, with only the dull roar coming from the Biochemical Thunder Amplification Tower, like the heartbeat of a giant beast.

"The resources of the Divine Realm are saturated."

Su Chen's voice sounded, without any emotional fluctuations, yet containing an indisputable majesty.

"We need new pastures for the Power Of Faith."

His gaze passed through the surging electric arcs and fell upon Naga Queen Selina.

That tangible pressure made Selina's snake body tighten involuntarily for a moment.

"You mentioned before that your hometown, the 'Nairn Plane,' is a low-level plane with billions of people?"

"Yes, Dominator."

Selina lowered her head, her voice respectful and clear.

"Although magic is scarce and the Law is shallow there, the population base is huge. More importantly, the entire plane is in the midst of war where hundreds of kingdoms and forces are attacking each other; order has collapsed, the people are suffering, and it is the best soil for spreading faith."

She paused and added.

"However, according to my remaining memories, there are several local 'False Gods' there who rely on the faith of Mortals and occupy various regions."

"False Gods?"

A very slight arc curled up at the corner of Su Chen's mouth; it was not a smile, but a pure, high-and-mighty disdain.

"Just those indigenous beings who would see their power decline, or even fall directly, once separated from the incense of believers, barely maintaining immortality by relying on the Power Of Faith."

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the bone throne; with every tap, a tiny electric light exploded at his fingertips.

"Hogg."

"Lumina, Dominator of Light."

"MYa."

"And Selina."

He named the four heroes in turn.

"I order you to immediately form a 'Missionary Expeditionary Force,' tear open the plane crystal wall, and descend upon the Nairn Plane."

Su Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, and the killing intent condensed into ice in the air.

"If those so-called False Gods are sensible and willing to kneel at my feet and become Puppets for spreading the Zerg Swarm's faith, then incorporate them."

"If they are not sensible..."

His voice paused for a moment, and the huge eyeball on the throne suddenly opened, projecting desire for greed and devouring.

"...then treat them as rations needed for the Zerg Swarm's evolution."

The bodies of the four heroes trembled simultaneously, and uncontrollable bloodthirst and fanaticism surged from the depths of their Souls.

"As you command!!"

The uniform response turned into a mental torrent, exploding loudly in the hall.

Nairn Plane.

The Far North, the Eternal Frozen Ice Plain.

This is the forbidden zone for Mortal life, the eternal kingdom of cold wind and ice and snow.

The biting cold current swirled with goose-feather-sized snowflakes, dyeing the whole world a miserable white.

At this moment, in a long and narrow frozen canyon, a desperate hunt was taking place.

Thousands of ragged, sallow, and emaciated human refugees were tightly besieged in the center.

They were the remnants of a defeated kingdom, fleeing north all the way, only to stumble into the territory of these terrifying monsters.

Around them were hundreds of huge "Frost Trolls."

These monsters were over five meters tall, with skin the cyan-blue color of ice, and their bodies were covered in dirty white long hair.

They wielded huge bone clubs or stone axes, and every stamp of their thick limbs made the ice under their feet groan under the unbearable weight.

A particularly huge Troll chieftain was standing at the forefront of the encirclement.

Its size was twice that of an ordinary Troll, with a hideous single horn on its forehead, and the white mist exhaled from its breath could instantly freeze and crack rock.

This was a terrifying existence capable of rivaling a human Legendary Rank mage.

"Roar——!!"

It let out a heaven-shaking roar, its greedy saliva mixed with ice shards dripping onto the ground.

Inside the encirclement, crying, screaming, and desperate prayers mixed together.

"Who will save us..."

An old man with white hair knelt in the snow, his turbid tears freezing into icicles on his cheeks as soon as they flowed out of his eye sockets.

"Oh God, whoever you are, please, send down a miracle!!"

A young mother held her child, who had long lost its warmth, tightly in her arms, issuing a final plea to the gray-white sky.

However, the only response they got was the heavy footsteps of the Trolls getting closer and closer, and the smell of blood so thick it could not be dissolved.

Despair, like the wind and snow on this ice plain, devoured everyone.

Just at the moment when the refugees closed their eyes, trembling as they waited for death to arrive.

"Hum——"

A strange vibration, as if coming from the depths of the Soul, suddenly rang through the world.

Everyone, including those brutal Frost Trolls, subconsciously looked up.

The sky.

Cracked open.

A pitch-black, irregular rift, like a scar on the sky, appeared out of thin air above the dome where the wind and snow were howling.

It was not dark clouds, but a void purer than the deepest night.

There was no holy radiance as imagined.

Nor were there angels blowing trumpets.

What poured out from that rift were endless, hideous, and terrifying monsters.

They were like a black tide that had breached a dam, covering the sky and sun, instantly swallowing the entire sky.

Hideous carapaces, sharp appendages, compound eyes flickering with ghostly light... that was a pure, materialized nightmare.

The refugees in the canyon were stunned.

The despair on their faces was instantly replaced by a more extreme emotion called "fear."

This... what is this?

Has the end of the world arrived?

However, right in the center of that black Zerg cloud that was enough to suffocate the world, a completely different light shone.

A goddess, radiating a holy halo all over her body, slowly descended from the Zerg Swarm.

She was draped in a feather garment woven of light, barefoot, floating in the air.

Her face was compassionate and perfect, her golden long hair formed a halo behind her head, and her holy aura dispelled the surrounding severe cold, covering the refugees below with a warm area.

Lumina, Dominator of Light.

She looked down at the Mortals below who were dazed, fearful, and yet had sprouted a glimmer of faint hope.

"Lost lambs, my Lord has heard your prayers."

Lumina's voice, ethereal and holy, rang directly in everyone's Soul, soothing the fear in their hearts.

Her gaze crossed over the shivering refugees and fell upon the Legendary Rank Frost Troll chieftain, who was roaring and enraged by this holy aura.

Lumina's face remained compassionate, but the scepter in her hand had already pointed mercilessly at the monster.

A cold, emotionless word was spat out from her mouth.

"Divine Punishment."

A beam of light, pure to the extreme, silently pierced down from the rift in the Zerg cloud above the sky.

There was no earth-shattering loud noise, no aftereffects of energy explosions.

That thick-skinned, Legendary Troll chieftain, whose vitality was so strong that even forbidden spells could hardly kill it in one blow, couldn't even let out a wail.

Its huge body, within that silent beam of light, was directly decomposed, vaporized, and completely erased from the material level.

Not even a speck of residue was left.

The beam of light dissipated.

Where the Troll chieftain had originally stood, only a mirror-smooth, bottomless circular pit remained.

The whole world was dead silent.

The wind stopped, the snow ceased.

The surviving refugees looked blankly at this scene that transcended understanding, their minds blank.

A moment later.

"God... miracle... this is a True God descending!!"

I don't know who it was, but a roar mixed with ecstasy and trembling was let out.

This roar was like a switch, instantly igniting everyone's emotions.

The ecstasy of surviving a disaster, the shock of witnessing Divine Punishment with their own eyes, instantly overwhelmed their sanity.

"Thump!!"

"Thump! Thump!!"

Hundreds of refugees, like harvested wheat, knelt on the ground one after another, offering their most fanatical and pious faith to the holy figure in the sky.

With just one blow, the first batch of fanatical believers was obtained.