Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 714: Chapter 530: Scenes of the Apocalypse

During the casual conversation, everyone suddenly looked in one direction, where a figure shimmering with purple light was flapping its wings, swiftly flying over.

It was just at the horizon moments ago, and thirty seconds later, it appeared before everyone.

The newcomer was an elegant young man dressed in a purple robe, holding an elderly man with white hair in his right hand.

The elderly man was bound by ropes on both hands and feet, looking at the blood-stained mountain below with a face full of fear and despair.

At a height of over thirty meters above the ground, the young man casually tossed the elderly man down as if he were rubbish.

”Ah!”

A piercing wail emerged, then abruptly ceased.

”You haven’t beheaded him yet!” someone said to the young man.

”What’s the point of beheading? It’s the same result, and this way is simpler.”

The young man clapped his hands, smiling, then his tone shifted to a hint of seriousness:

”These past three days, rats have been popping up one after another, and I’ve caught three on my own, though nothing could be gotten out of them.”

”Yesterday, I spotted two Alien Race figures outside Base City but failed to capture them.”

”I have a bad feeling, there seems to be a major event about to unfold.”

Upon hearing the young man’s words, someone calmly said: ”The Land of Fallen Gods is so important to the Alien Race. The first mission of the King Becoming Plan is to enter the Land of Fallen Gods, which is clearly intended to drive the Alien Race into a rage; they will certainly respond.”

”There’s no doubt they’ll respond, and revenge is perfectly normal; the only question is how they’ll go about it.”

”But there’s no need to worry excessively, as the Guardian Divine Artifact monitors the whole city, and the defensive forces at each Space Gate have been tripled, so we can handle whatever arises.”

The young man said: ”That’s true, but being passive and defensive all the time doesn’t indicate when we’ll strike the Divine Martial Continent.”

”Haha.”

Someone laughed loudly: ”Attack? Successfully defending is already a blessing; without artillery and nuclear deterrence, the Alien Race could enter Earth in an instant. Closing even 2,000 Space Gates is merely to focus our defense.”

”A temporary fix.”

Yang Qing also interjected.

Closing 2,000 Space Gates is mainly aimed at alleviating pressure, and it doesn’t change the situation much.

In contrast, hosting the King Becoming Plan results in the emergence of over a hundred new Kings worldwide, which may somewhat alter the situation — a reason why the Alien Race is bent on stopping this plan.

”Yang Qing, how’s Zhan Xing doing lately? Why is there no news?”

The young man asked Yang Qing.

Others also looked toward Yang Qing.

The Ten Great Clans of Shangjing are soon to become Nine; this is already determined.

As for the reason, it’s an open secret.

Hong Tao’s way of doing things is too blatant, and there are many forces worried and discontented about it, yet few dare to confront Hong Tao directly.

”I don’t know either, no contact lately.”

Yang Qing shook his head.

Zhan Xing, as the Guardian of Shangjing, would be fine as long as he doesn’t act foolishly.

Hong Tao wants money and won’t kill off everyone completely.

”But Zhan Tian’en has somewhat prepared, selling off most of what he could, recovering some funds — though much of it was converted into Demon Spirit and cultivation resources, reportedly to nurture Lin Feng’s team! This resulted in his arm being severed.”

The young man said.

Clearly, everyone was interested in this topic.

”Was Zhan Tian’en really leaving no room for retreat? Does he truly believe so much in the future of the Avengers Alliance?”

Someone expressed confusion.

The members of the Avengers Alliance are undoubtedly exceptionally talented, renowned as a Little Pure Land. If they grow smoothly, their future is limitless, but the issue is whether there’s time for them to grow.

Even if they join the King Becoming Plan, how likely are they to become Kings?

With war looming, geniuses are becoming less valuable.

”Don’t underestimate them; they’ve killed far more Kings than you have.”

Someone said seriously.

”Not underestimating, but those achievements were in Space Gates. Even when power is suppressed, Hong Tao got an arm severed by Jue Tian!”

The crowd was discussing the Avengers Alliance’s future, while Yang Qing fell silent once again.

Simultaneously, within an other-dimensional Space Gate.

Numerous Demon Beasts were being driven, among them many Advanced Demon Beasts.

The Demon Beast army was madly racing through the forest, flattening everything in its path.

Behind the Demon Beast army were hundreds of Alien Race males and females, driving the beasts toward a certain direction.

”Hehe, these will give the monkeys a run for their money.”

An Alien Race member laughed, his voice tinged with cruelty.

The Land of Fallen Gods, rumored to be the core of the Divine Martial Continent, contains secrets of the world’s origin. The issue with the world’s origin led to the nearing collapse of the Divine Martial Continent.

This was once the land of the fallen Demigods, where their ancestors were buried. The Human Race closed various Space Gates — irrelevant to the Alien Race — but using the Land of Fallen Gods as the gathering place for the first mission of the King Becoming Plan is a blatant provocation, treating them as mere stepping stones.

This provocation was indeed quite effective.

They were now ready to deliver a severe retaliation.

Within the Alien Race, a man standing two and a half meters tall, with Dragon Horns on his head, wearing Purple Gold Armor, was flapping his Dragon Wings, holding a golden orb in his right hand that continuously contracted, as if alive.

Everyone looked at the orb, their eyes filled with undisguised desire.

The Space Key, also called the Heart of Space, is a treasure to anyone.

Furthermore, it’s a nine-star level Heart of Space.

”Black Marquis, are you ready?”

The young man looked at a figure shrouded in a black robe.

”Almost ready, Master Dragon Qilin.”

The figure nodded slightly at the young man, responding softly in a somewhat hoarse voice.

”Is it worth wasting a precious Key just to massacre some ordinary humans? Even if more than ten thousand die, what’s the point?”

An Alien Race member asked, appearing somewhat puzzled.

Many in the Alien Race shared this confusion, looking in unison at Dragon Qilin.

To them, ordinary humans aren’t even fit to be cannon fodder; their deaths wouldn’t impact the battle situation, so why waste a Space Key to slaughter them?

Facing the confusion, Dragon Qilin curved his lips into a cold smile: ”We’re not after slaughter but chaos, despair, and inducing fear.”

”Chaos sometimes yields more effective results than slaughter, causing a chain reaction where differing views would internally collapse the Human Race.”

”Moreover, we’re showcasing to the new-world people, letting them witness our power to deter any thoughts of withdrawal!”

Some nodded, exclaiming: ”I see, Master Dragon Qilin, you really understand the Human Race well.”

”As opponents, I naturally deeply understand their culture. As humans say, knowing the enemy yields undying victory.”

”Alright, the tools are in place.”

The man named Black Marquis suddenly said, extending his right hand, which was entirely black, with wriggling worm-like flesh strips ending with round suction cups — vile and sinister.

”Ready.”

Dragon Qilin stuffed the Space Key into Black Marquis’s hand, and hundreds of flesh strips frenziedly wriggled, wrapping around the Space Key, soon consuming it completely....

Simultaneously, in Shangjing, a man holding a briefcase and dressed in work clothes was briskly walking down the street. He looked indistinguishable from ordinary office workers, except his eyes darted nervously, seeming restless. He walked while observing his surroundings.

”Wasn’t the meeting supposed to be here?”

The man pulled out his phone, discreetly glancing at a barbeque restaurant, though he hadn’t found the person he was waiting for.

”Has the plan been canceled?”

He wondered to himself, intending to leave this troublesome place quickly, but inexplicably, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his body trembling uncontrollably.

”Ah!”

The man half-kneeled on the ground, letting out a hysterical scream, veins bulging in his neck. Looking down at his stomach, his eyes were filled with terror as it continuously bulged as if something was about to burst out.

”What happened?”

”What’s wrong with him?”

The crowd watched the man in fear; some quickly fled, while others hesitated before attempting to help.

”Bang!”

A muffled sound echoed as the man’s entire body exploded like a watermelon, flesh and blood splattering.

”It’s internal organs.”

”A terrorist attack?”

A wave of terrified screams rose, and after the man’s explosion, a pitch-black orb rapidly expanded, forming a circular Space Gate over fifty meters in diameter within mere seconds.

As the Space Gate formed, howls and roars erupted as hundreds of Demon Beasts flooded out, interspersed with Alien Race figures.

”Boom!”

The moment the Demon Beast army appeared, the ground trembled, skyscrapers began to sway, the beast horde charged into the streets, into malls, indiscriminately demolishing and trampling buildings and people, while giant boulders fell densely from the sky like rain.

Skyscrapers collapsed continuously, harrowing screams pierced the air, and before the eyes, the scene resembled an apocalypse...