92: Chapter 92 The Truth Behind the Leaked Coordinates and the God of Bones
The war ended faster than expected.
The screech from the Corrupt Matriarch Spider, filled with endless fear and despair, was the final cry of this war.
When the black divine rune, representing the last shred of hope, was crushed, and a barely perceptible ripple spread through the void, the entire battlefield fell into absolute silence.
A cold, chilling silence that belonged to the victor.
The stench of blood and decay, mixed with the lingering scorched scent left by the psionic energy storm, hung heavily over the scarlet plains.
Tens of thousands of Dragon-Armored Zerglings were silently executing their instincts, dragging, tearing, and devouring the still-twitching corpses of the arachnids, leaving behind only twisted metal and shattered carapaces.
Su Chen stood atop the Iron Hive, overlooking the land that had been thoroughly purged.
Beneath his feet, the massive bio-structure emitted a low, satisfied hum; countless pipes and chambers undulated in his field of vision, like an ancient behemoth in deep slumber.
The fruits of victory were transforming into a torrent of the purest divine power through the invisible link of Power Of Faith, washing over his divine body and godhood.
The divine power within him, which had previously felt somewhat unstable, was now being repeatedly tempered, compressed, and condensed by this endless, massive influx of Power Of Faith, ultimately solidifying into an unbreakable foundation.
Peak Sixth-Turn.
His divine power was now firmly stabilized at this critical point; he was only one opportunity away from opening the gates to a Seventh-Turn deity.
Not far away, Kerrigan hovered in mid-air.
Her long purple hair moved without wind, and the arcs of psionic energy swirling around her were more condensed and profound than before.
The soul fire released when tens of thousands of undead creatures were annihilated in the psionic energy storm was the ultimate tonic for her.
That pure soul energy had now completely transformed into the ladder for her ascension.
The bottleneck had been broken.
The mental pressure she exuded now caused even the surrounding space to ripple slightly.
Everything was moving in the best possible direction.
Just then, a psychic link connected to Su Chen's consciousness.
"Overlord, there is a discovery."
It was the voice of Theodore, calm and concise.
Su Chen turned his gaze toward the source of the voice.
He saw the behemoth Theodore, whose size rivaled a hill, dragging a ridiculously massive Bone Dragon carcass as he slowly walked beneath the Iron Hive.
The Bone Dragon's body was broken into several pieces, and on its massive skull, the soul fire had long since extinguished, leaving only two hollow eye sockets.
In Theodore's massive claws, which could easily crush boulders, he was carefully holding something.
A shattered black crystal.
It was only the size of a palm, pitch-black, and covered in cracks, as if it would turn into powder at any second.
Yet even so, a trace of soul fluctuation, weak to the point of being almost imperceptible, stubbornly flickered at the core of the crystal.
[Soul Communication Crystal]
Su Chen's gaze narrowed slightly.
He took a step, and his figure instantly appeared before Theodore from the top of the hundred-meter-high hive.
"Hive, analyze it."
The cold command was issued.
Hum—
A beam of deep blue light shot out from the core of the Iron Hive, precisely enveloping the shattered crystal.
The last trace of soul fluctuation at the core of the crystal was instantly captured, amplified, and restored.
A fragmented, noise-filled soul message unfolded directly in Su Chen's mind.
It was a voice humble to the point of sycophancy, carrying a hint of eager desire to claim credit.
"Respected Lich King... the coordinates have been confirmed..."
"That... that demigod with the Bone Dragon is at XXXX, XXXX..."
"I am your loyal servant, the God of White Bones..."
The message ended abruptly there.
But every word was like the sharpest ice pick, stabbing deep into the depths of Su Chen's consciousness.
The God of White Bones?
Su Chen's eyes turned instantly chillingly cold.
The floodgates of memory were thrown open.
On the edge of his divine domain, there was indeed such an unremarkable thing lurking.
A low-level skeleton deity who spent all day hiding in his own divine kingdom, built from endless bones, and almost never showed his face.
Su Chen even remembered that during a few rare divine domain gatherings, that guy, whose skeleton rattled with every move, would bow his bald skull from afar whenever he saw him, his soul fire flickering timidly, displaying nothing but humility and weakness.
A spineless fence-sitter who didn't even dare to speak loudly.
An insignificant minor character he hadn't even bothered to conquer.
So, behind his back, it was this kind of two-faced trash.
So, it was him.
It was he who betrayed his coordinates.
Using his existence as a token of loyalty to beg for favor from that Lich King.
No wonder the Dark Alliance could find his location so precisely and launch this surprise attack.
Everything made sense now.
"So it was you."
The corners of Su Chen's mouth slowly curled into a cruel sneer.
There was no warmth in that smile, only pure, undisguised killing intent.
"You want to use my Zerg Swarm as a token of loyalty?"
"Very well."
He whispered those two words.
The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop suddenly at that moment.
Those Dragon-Armored Zerglings that were cleaning up the battlefield instinctively stopped their movements, lowering their heads even further, not daring to make a sound.
For this kind of traitor who hides in the shadows and stabs you in the back, the Zerg Swarm's methods have always been only one—
Exterminate the race, leave no one alive!