98: Chapter 98 Void Stalker Tracking and Locking onto the God of Reproduction

Theodore's head, which once belonged to machinery but now seemed as noble as a creation of the gods, bowed deeply.

The newly born thorn bone crown, the manifestation of the divine office of white bones and the sovereign's authority, gently touched the cold, carapace-covered ground beneath Su Chen's feet.

A posture of absolute submission.

"Thank you, Overlord, for granting me a new life."

"Death will serve you forever."

Theodore's voice was no longer a pure metallic tremor, nor was it the hollow roar of the undead.

It blended both, yet transcended both, forming a unique soul resonance with the texture of absolute zero, ringing directly in Su Chen's sea of consciousness.

Su Chen shifted his gaze from that magnificent and ferocious thorn bone crown, letting it fall onto Theodore's two pale, deathly suns.

He could feel a brand-new, pure law of death within them.

A supreme authority originating from an endless ocean of bones, having experienced billions of years of silence and finality.

Very good.

The internal threat is removed, and strength has greatly increased.

The thoughts within Su Chen's mental network were calm and waveless, but beneath this calm lay an icy storm about to sweep across the stars.

He looked at the brand-new Theodore before him, his scrutinizing gaze gradually turning chillingly cold.

The satisfaction just brought about by the return of the Seventh Saint was quickly replaced by a more primal, more aggressive objective.

Next, it is time to go and drag that fleeing coward back.

The God of Proliferation.

This name flashed through Su Chen's mind, without stirring any emotional waves, serving merely as a mark that needed to be erased.

The guy who, before the start of the divine war, was the first to use the trump card granted by the Undead True God and tear through space to flee.

For the Zerg Swarm, a defeated enemy is not terrifying.

An enemy who can successfully escape after being defeated, however, is a hidden danger that must be eradicated.

He had witnessed the power of the Zerg Swarm and had also gained insight into some of Su Chen's trump cards.

Letting him live was like planting a bomb in an unknown corner that could detonate at any time.

Su Chen never gave his enemies a chance to make a comeback.

"Leader of the Void Stalker."

His will, like an invisible command, pierced through the material world.

"Present."

A hoarse, distorted voice, as if formed by the friction of countless shadows, responded.

Beneath Su Chen's massive body, the edges of his own shadow began to show unnatural writhing.

The outline of that shadow was no longer stable; it twisted and stretched, and a small area of darkness became deeper and purer than its surroundings.

It was as if there was not a lack of light there, but rather a miniature void capable of devouring all light.

The next second, a blurred phantom separated from that extreme darkness and emerged.

It knelt on one knee in a humble posture, but the aura emanating from its body was enough to make space itself tremble.

It had no fixed form; its body was like a cluster of constantly shifting, liquid shadows and void energy.

Only at its "head" position did a few translucent, crystal-like sensory tentacles tremble slightly, proving that it was a living creature possessing high intelligence.

Void Stalker.

The most bizarre assassin and scout unit in the Zerg Swarm sequence.

They were neither flesh and blood nor mechanical, but special units created by Su Chen after he analyzed the laws of a certain high-dimensional space.

They were living "spatial anomalies."

"You should have memorized that guy's aura."

Su Chen's voice echoed in the mental network, cold and absolute.

"Take your squad and find him for me."

"I want to see him alive or see his corpse."

"Understood."

The Void Stalker leader gave a hoarse response.

The sensory tentacles on its head suddenly vibrated violently, and needle-point-sized black spots capable of annihilating everything lit up at their tips.

[Void Tracking] talent, activated.

This was not about sniffing out scents, nor was it about tracking energy traces.

This was a more fundamental lock based on the law of causality.

Any existence, especially high-energy aggregates like gods, would leave an extremely faint ripple on the fundamental strings of the universe when performing spatial traversal.

This ripple was the "cause," and his existence was the "effect."

The Void Stalker's talent was to directly capture the vibration of this causal string; no matter which plane the target fled to, or which corner of the universe they hid in, they could not escape this lock originating from the root.

Hum—

A silent vibration spread out with the Void Stalker leader at its center.

It seemed to see this boundless web of the universe, with billions upon billions of threads intersecting and trembling on it.

And one of them, carrying an abnormal, panicked rhythm, extended in a distant and strange direction.

Found it.

The Void Stalker leader's figure became blurred again, silently merging into Su Chen's shadow and disappearing.

As if it had never appeared.

...

...

Thousands of kilometers away.

An independent space that did not belong to the main material plane.

[Putrid Swamp Plane].

This was a small plane heading toward decay and death.

The sky was always gray-green, and thick, toxic fog shrouded the earth, with visibility of less than ten meters.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of rotting plants mixed with sulfur; inhaling a single breath was enough to turn the lungs of mortal creatures into pus within seconds.

There was no solid ground on the surface, only bottomless black sludge and murky pools emitting toxic gas.

Countless deformed and twisted snakes, insects, rats, and ants, as well as multi-headed swamp lizards, bred and lived here, forming a chaotic and bloody ecosystem.

In an extremely hidden underground nest located beneath a huge rotting tree root.

The God of Proliferation was huddled in a corner, looking utterly wretched.

His divine body, which once radiated the vitality and vigor of all things, was now dim and lusterless, with some parts even flickering slightly, showing signs of energy instability.

He had lost all his believers.

His divine domain, that vibrant "Breeding Paradise," had also been completely torn apart and devoured by the Zerg Swarm during the divine war.

Even more fatal was his divine portfolio.

The core that condensed all his power and laws was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks on its surface.

This was the heavy price paid for forcibly activating the escape divine card called [Underworld Ferry] granted by the Undead True God.

The level of power contained in that divine card was too high; forcibly activating it with his status was no different from letting a child swing a hundred-jin heavy hammer—the hammer was swung, but his own bones were broken.

"Damn it! Damn Zerg Overlord!"

While frantically channeling his remaining divine power, he cursed through gritted teeth.

His divine power flowed like a green stream into the swamp outside the nest.

Those swamp lizards, toxic centipedes, and carrion worms, which originally only acted on instinct, began to undergo violent, visible mutations after coming into contact with this divine power.

Their bodies expanded, a glow of intelligence and fanaticism appeared in their eyes, and they emitted hisses praising the God of Proliferation.

He was trying to rebuild a kin group of his own in the most primitive and brutal way.

Even if these kin were lowly, ugly, and had no potential.

But as long as there was quantity, as long as they could provide him with even a sliver of Power Of Faith, it would give him a chance to catch his breath.

"Wait for me... wait for me to contact the great Undead True God..."

"I will definitely tear you! You and those bugs of yours! Into pieces!"

The expression on his face was twisted by extreme anger and fear.

He could not forget that overwhelming swarm of insects, nor the Iron Hive Overlord standing atop the swarm like a god or demon.

And he could not forget that terrifying Bone Dragon that tore his divine kingdom's guard legion apart like paper.

It was a nightmare.

A nightmare from which he had barely managed to escape at the cost of his divine portfolio shattering.

"As long as you give me time..."

He greedily absorbed the Power Of Faith, so weak it was almost negligible, fed back by his new kin, his eyes flashing with pathological hope.

"As long as you give me ten years... no, just five years! I can make a comeback with these endless swamp lizards!"

"By then..."

However, what he did not know was.

Above his head, right above this nest.

In the seemingly calm void shrouded by toxic fog.

Several pairs of cold eyes that did not belong to this world had long since locked onto all his movements.

Space there presented an extremely subtle ripple like water waves, but no instrument or divine sense could detect it.

They were several Void Stalkers, hovering in the cracks between planes, coldly observing the "god" below who thought he was safe.

"Target confirmed."

"Life signs match, divinity fluctuations match."

"Coordinates locked: Putrid Swamp Plane, third quadrant, seventy-three meters below the surface."

The emotionless will of the Void Stalker leader circulated in the squad channel.

It transmitted the spatial coordinates, accurate to six decimal places, through the psionic energy network, crossing endless distances, instantly back to the Iron Hive located in the main material plane.

In Su Chen's sea of consciousness, a crystal-clear three-dimensional star map was marked.

A red dot flickered with a signal of death deep within the swamp plane.

"Countdown started."