Chapter 1202
One sword kill
Chapter 1202 One-hit kill (Sorry for the delay~ Drinking at the end of the month caused some trouble, so I can only write on the way home)
At this moment, the "Isota," so ugly that one might doubt whether the Creator was deliberately retaliating against the world, finally brought down the entire milky white calamity, a more disgusting, deeper, and more "covering" erosion.
As the massive, slippery body writhed forward, thousands of milky-white tentacles, sacs, suckers, and translucent fetal tissues opened simultaneously, like a living white ocean, carrying connotations of dampness, nurturing, weaning, and swallowing, attempting to engulf everything in front of it that still retained its independent will into its body in one go.
What's even more terrifying is that its real attack is never just what you can see with your own eyes, but the cognitive shock mixed in with lotion, scent, whispers, and divinity.
It's like countless invisible hands, drilling into people's ears, eyes, nasal cavities, and every crack in their thoughts, desperately soothing fear, anger, and resistance, as if trying to coax all the living people back to some damp, warm place where they never need to wake up.
The second-in-command, Aidoron, was hit head-on by that thing, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
When that cognitive shock truly overwhelmed him, Forgrim clearly felt its abhorrent nature—an abnormal soothing capable of disrupting the very fabric of his soul.
But just as this force was about to penetrate even deeper, he immediately sensed another existence that was more magnificent, more cold and hard, and more unreasonable.
That was Xia Xiu's true nature.
In the heightened perception of the seventh brother, Forgrim, he saw a pitch-black sun hanging high in the depths of the ether.
It is enormous, cold, and ruthless, carrying an almost innate will to destroy.
Any white whispers, milky divinity, and informational authority that come from "Isota" and try to cover it up will be burned through, rotten, and reduced to ashes on the spot, just like damp scraps of paper, if they dare to get even half a step closer to that black sun.
The pollution that would normally have caused an entire world of mortals to lose their dreams and imagination overnight seemed so powerless around Xia Xiu, unable to even stir up a decent ripple. It was as if a thin layer of white mist hadn't even had a chance to adhere to him before being evaporated by the black sun.
Facing "Isota," a character who tries to intimidate the entire audience with a grand entrance, Xia Xiu showed no fear whatsoever from beginning to end, and his gaze remained almost unchanged.
In his view, this thing was nothing more than trying to show off in front of him by relying on its strange and bizarre status, its disgusting pollution, and its grand entrance. Such behavior might actually work for others, but in front of him, it was somewhat arrogant and ignorant.
So you're the one who likes to create a grand spectacle with your own background music?
Do you like to use cognitive suppression techniques?
Okay, I'll show off and make you soar.
The next moment, the sword in Xia Xiu's hand, which belonged to Forgrim, had completely changed its nature. His great spirituality climbed up the hilt and elevated the sword from an excellent weapon to a divine artifact.
The terrifying power emanating from the [Venerable] rank coiled around the sword, golden flames intertwining and flowing, as if pressing judgment, annihilation, and an irresistible will onto that blade.
Beyond the etheric plane, even larger things have begun to load.
[High Orbit World Cannon - Flood Attack]
A heavy-firepower structure built on information deluge, node locking, and high-dimensional scouring is aggregating massive amounts of Ethernet information in an almost brutal way, like countless surging data floods converging at the same outlet at the same time.
Just wait for Xia Xiu's order, and the high-orbit cannon will follow the locked path and ram into the "Isota" existence structure.
When Xia Xiu raised the sword of Carax, the entire sword was completely ignited by his great spirituality. Golden flames rolled up along the spine of the sword, as if the light and heat of the entire ether were forcibly pressed into that single line of sharpness.
When the overwhelming milky-white calamity of "Isota" truly rushed towards him, he did not retreat even half a step, nor did he give this disgusting thing a chance to continue its performance. He simply gripped his sword, gathered his strength, and then slashed down.
boom--!!!!
The moment the sword fell, the entire Chongdu Factory seemed to be struck by a judgment descending from the sky. The golden flames swept across Xia Xiu's front, first tearing through the layers of milky white waves, and then cutting open a whole piece of rotting flesh.
It slashed fiercely through the center of Isota's massive, slippery body, and all the tentacles and organs along the way lost their original shape in the face of this blow, exploding in pieces.
Finally, it was cleaved in two along with its newly formed, enormous monster body.
The momentum of this attack did not stop there. The golden slash extended outwards from behind "Isota", and at the same time, the entire Heavy City Factory emitted a deafening cracking sound. The mine rails and viaducts were cleaved in two along the same trajectory.
Steel and milky white slurry exploded to both sides, and the earth cracked open with an extremely long and deep terrifying gash after this sword strike, the crack running through the main body of the factory and shooting into the distance.
"Ahhhh-"
The "Isota", now split in two, finally let out a truly agonizing scream.
Soon, the entire "Isota" was completely covered by golden flames.
It struggled incessantly in the fire, its massive, milky-white body sometimes bulging, sometimes collapsing, and sometimes trying to swell back into that repulsive nest-like form.
No matter how it tumbles, secretes, or tries to extinguish the flames with its white fluids, the final result is always the same: it gets burned thinner, thinner, thinner, and thinner until it becomes hollower and hollower.
Until its crown began to melt in the fire, those milky white liquid rings collapsed one by one, turning into large swirling white mist, and then, along with its last mournful cry, it was completely swallowed by the golden flames.
Forgrim and Edoron, standing to the side, stared at the scene in utter disbelief.
Is this even human?
After Xia Xiu cleaved the ugly thing in two with a single sword strike, the Karax Sword in his hand finally reached its limit. First, a thin crack appeared on the spine of the sword, and then the crack quickly spread to the entire blade, with a series of fine cracking sounds.
He glanced down at the cracking longsword in his hand, then turned to Forgrim, who stood beside him, still somewhat shocked, and said:
"I'm sorry, your sword has been retired early. I'll get you a new one later."
As he spoke, Xia Xiu handed over the Carax sword, already riddled with cracks and seemingly on the verge of shattering completely. Forgrim solemnly accepted the broken sword with both hands. He looked down at the cracked blade, his eyes showing not a trace of heartache, but rather as if he were looking at a sacred relic that had just completed its mission. Then, in that affected, pretentious tone, he earnestly replied:
“Father, this is not damage, but a crack in glory; if a sword can burn itself out in your hands, cut through evil, and burn through the night, it is not its misfortune, but the highest dignity it can reach in its life. Today, to be able to bear your will is a glory that transcends forging and steel.”
For the immature Forgrim, the Sword of Karax was already a savior, and he planned to keep it carefully as a treasure.
After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the Chongdu Factory in front of him, which was still covered by golden flames and constantly emitted piercing screams.
"Father, has that filthy and abhorrent monster truly reached the end of its path?"
"Or is it that this thing, which crawled out of nightmares and pus, still wants to gasp for breath in the flames, still refusing to give up its cursed last breath?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Xiu first glanced at the milky-white remains still churning, cracking, and melting in the distant sea of fire, before calmly replying:
"It's definitely going to die. My sword just now pierced through its information layer. Normally, this thing should perish immediately."
"However, the most annoying thing about stars is that even if they die at the cognitive and informational level, their rotting flesh at the material level will not disappear immediately. So the white fluid, bits of flesh, membranes, and rotten remains that you see now will continue to burn for a while."
He raised his cane and casually pointed at the sea of fire ahead.
"It will take at least seven days and seven nights to burn this place completely to burn its body. During this time, no one is allowed to approach it. This is partly because the flame element I released has not yet extinguished, and ordinary people would be annihilated immediately if they touched it."
"On the other hand, the thing inside is dead but not stiff. If it were to crawl out from a piece of flesh again through someone's touch, that would be a problem."
Upon hearing this, Forgrim's eyes widened in astonishment. Gripping the broken sword, he gazed at the slowly decaying remains of the monster in the sea of fire before him, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh tinged with obvious emotion:
"It's so tenacious it's disgusting, even dragging death into that damp and undignified milky abyss. If I hadn't seen you cut it in half with your own eyes, I would have almost doubted whether such things have any end at all. Father, are there many more monsters like this that have fallen from the shadows of the stars?"
Xia Xiu stroked his chin, his gaze fixed on the still-burning sea of fire, before slowly speaking:
"That's right. There are about six more things like Isota. They are currently occupying several other worlds, and they are all probably not very presentable. They may be disgusting in different ways."
"But the real trouble isn't these star offspring that have already been born; the real trouble is the mother that gave birth to them. That thing is also covered with even more of these bizarre monsters, so grotesque that just one glance is enough to make one wonder just how deep the malice of creation truly is."
He paused here, his gaze shifting slightly to Forgrim, and continued:
"This is also one of the reasons I came here: to eliminate the Star Children, prevent the Mother from descending, and at the same time, to find children like you who have been scattered elsewhere. You are not the first, nor will you be the last. Before you, I have already found several, and after you, I will continue to go to other worlds to bring back the remaining children."
This time, he unusually refrained from being the riddle-maker and instead directly told Lao Qi what he was going to do next.
Upon hearing this, Forgrim was visibly taken aback.
He gripped the shattered sword of Carax and slowly spoke:
"So that's how it is... I thought I had witnessed the deepest darkness in the world, but it turns out that was merely a wisp of shadow that had descended. And behind that shadow, there are six more monsters of the same kind lurking in other worlds, and even higher up on the mother body, more calamities are being conceived that have yet to fall to earth."
He paused slightly at this point before continuing:
“You just said that there are many beings like me. In other words, outside of this vast and twisted fate, I am not alone, but have brothers I have not yet met, just like me, scattered in different worlds, waiting to be found by you one by one.”
Xia Xiu saw Forgrim intently processing the information and a slight smile appeared on his face.
“Once you bring the remaining offspring back one by one, you will naturally meet them. I hope that you will get along well with your brothers in the future.”
"Although you all have different temperaments, personalities, preferences and ways of doing things, it is normal for you to have disagreements and clashes when you meet in the future. But in the end, you will always share the same glory with me."
After hearing this, Forgrim's expression became more serious. He glanced down at the cracked sword, Karax, in his hand, then slowly raised it again.
The young phoenix stood amidst the ruins and flames, his voice clear and solemn, carrying his usual tone that somewhere between poetic and childish, yet unexpectedly sincere:
"Father, I will remember everything you said today."
"I swear by my sword and by my name that if I ever see my brothers who share my lineage, I will not let arrogance and impatience speak before our blood ties, nor will I let suspicion and estrangement arise between me and my brothers."
Xia Xiu has now gotten used to Forgrim's chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur). Although Lao Qi's personality is somewhat overly concerned with rituals, his earnestness and sense of responsibility are genuine.
He continued speaking to Forgrim, picking up where they left off:
"The flow of time here in Carax is not exactly the same as in the outside world, so I can stay here for a while longer."
"The polluted structure of this world is gradually recovering, so you can now begin your efforts to unify this world."
“I will stay here until Isotta is completely burned down, until you have truly unified Carax, and then I will leave.”
After he said those words, Forgrim's eyes lit up almost immediately.
"Please wait patiently, Father."
“I will restore order to the Carax, stop the city-states from devouring each other, unify the Carax, end the infighting of the old world, extinguish the flames that live on plunder and chaos, and personally lay new laws, skills, production and hope, layer by layer, on every piece of land in this world.”
"When you leave, the Carax you see will no longer be in this dying state as he is today."
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PS:
Sorry~
Drinking leads to trouble, and these days there are just more and more social engagements.