Chapter 1231
The Lord of Bliss Who Sacrificed Himself Generously
Chapter 1231 The Lord of Bliss Who Sacrificed Himself Generously
At this very moment, in the chaotic Elysium, the minions of the Four Lords burst forth from the Aetheric Rift.
Inside the first rift torn open by the Blood God, there was only an endless battlefield, mountains of skulls, an ever-burning flame of war, and crimson demonic shadows charging out with mad roars.
Clad in heavy bone armor, wielding giant axes and saw blades, their eyes glowing like burning coals, they charged at the nearest legion of divine messengers and the womb tentacles the moment they stepped into Amoria, showing no regard for friend or foe, only wanting to smash everything that moved in their path.
Blood God's Legion God Roars:
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!!"
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!!!"
Then came the army of the benevolent father.
A murky green and yellowish-brown mist billowed out from within, carrying disease, decay, and an almost benevolent stench, as swarms of bloated, large stomachs dragged their swollen bellies and cracked skin out of the fissure.
Mold, pustules, and laughing fungal carpets quickly grew on the ground beneath their feet, and the edges of the wings of several Gadinian Skyfolk who were evacuating their followers began to rot as soon as they were brushed by the mist.
"All things decay, but life endures—"
Next up is the God of Music [Xin Liezhi].
Groups of ever-changing blue-purple demons slid out from the rift. Some resembled mages with bird beaks, some looked like shadows draped in crystal robes, and some were simply living magic circles made up of geometric shapes.
As soon as they appeared, they began to interfere with Mystra's magic network defenses, and several divine nodes that she had just stabilized immediately became misaligned.
Finally, Shakespeare's army arrived late.
A fragrance of pinkish-white, purplish-black, and pearlescent emanates from within, like a fragrant, poisonous fog.
The great demons that emerged were elegant yet dangerous, with slender figures and wielding curved blades, threads, and musical instrument-like weapons.
They cut directly into the edge of the evacuation route, using enchantment, pain, and sensory delusion to disturb the retreating messengers and believers.
The already chaotic three-way battlefield was plunged into even deeper chaos by these four subspace demon legions.
The Crimson Demon charged into the shield wall of the dwarven pantheon and engaged in a fierce battle with the Holy Forged Colossus.
The Corrupted Green Demon has turned a support corridor in the direction of Bellelin into a plague swamp.
The Blue-Purple Demon set its sights on the dwarf pantheon's mechanical cannons. After several distortions of the coordinates, it managed to direct the muzzles of several floating cannons toward its own position.
Meanwhile, the pink and white demons stirred up screams and chaos among the evacuating crowd, instantly increasing the pressure on Lord Guyin's rescue efforts.
"Hahahaha-"
On the Psionic Throne, Xia Xiu laughed heartily. His laughter echoed through the external system of the [Ophim Fortress], mingling with the sounds of artillery fire, divine spells, demonic roars, and the wails of the womb.
For a fleeting moment, it truly felt as if another Fifth Chaos Lord had appeared in the Etheric Subspace, someone who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.
"They're all enemies; attack the most crowded areas."
The next moment, the third round of wide-area artillery bombardment from [Ophim Fortress] pressed down.
A main cannon shot slammed into [Luc-Ksu's] wound, shattering the newly grown flesh membrane once again; a row of secondary cannons swept across the area where the crimson great demon and the dwarven army were entangled, sending both sides flying at the same time; close-range firepower directly covered the edges of several ethereal rifts, knocking back swarms of blue-purple and pink-white great demons who had just stepped out of the passages.
Above Ameria, the war spiraled completely out of control.
The gods are engaged in a bloody battle.
The king was laughing wildly.
The womb of the Old Ones is wailing and clashing.
Blackrock Fortress is roaring.
Soon, the gods of faith began to fall in a true sense.
The black hound, transformed from the halfling god-type, weak divine power Yuragaran, was gathering the souls of the dead at the edge of the battlefield, attempting to stop [Luc-Tsu] from dragging those remnant souls into the womb. However, the crimson demon army broke through the dwarven shield wall from the side, and a group of demons covered in skulls crashed directly into the tunnel of the dead.
Yuragaran did not retreat.
He bit off the throat of a crimson demon and used the Death Boundary to lock two womb tentacles that were trying to enter the tunnel of the dead. But the next moment, a strange magic circle that flew out from the blue-purple rift landed on him, forcibly twisting his path to the front of the pollution tide of [Luc-Cthulhu].
The black hound crashed headfirst into the gray ocean.
He struggled to drag out hundreds of remnant souls, but the sea of fetuses immediately closed, and a secondary cannon from the Orpheum Fortress exploded on the outer perimeter, blasting the exit of the passage of the dead into pieces.
When the gray tide dissipated, all that remained of the black dog was a faint mark of death.
Yuragaran, a half-human god with weak divine power, has fallen!
The battle situation on the high cliff side was even more chaotic.
Salanata, a weak deity of the Feathered Clan pantheon, was originally in charge of the air evacuation. She led the Feathered Clan divine messengers through the skies above Ameria, rescuing those trapped between the Womb Tentacles and the Blackrock Fortress's artillery fire several times. However, the sensory demons that rushed out from the pink and white rifts set their sights on her evacuation team.
Instead of charging head-on, the great demons used their instrument-like curved blades to force a group of winged angels to lose their bearings in mid-air, and even led several retreating teams toward the landing point of [Luc-Tsu's] tentacles.
Sarannata turned to rescue, and the projection of the divine kingdom behind her unfolded into a snow-white feather curtain, blocking the first wave of bewitching pollution, but also exposing herself to the firepower of the [Ophim Fortress].
Close-in weapon systems swept across the sky.
The feathered curtain was shattered into countless fragments of light. Then, a dark tentacle that had been hanging from Lu-Ksu's body coiled around and pierced through her divine body, dragging her along with half of the Feathered Clan's divine kingdom projection into the polluted cloud.
Subsequently, more and more weaker divine powers, forced into the war, began to perish.
Salanata, a weak divine power of the Feathered Clan pantheon, has fallen!
Remis, a lesser god of the Giant Eagle pantheon, has fallen!
Dolphin Goddess - Lesser Godhood - Therese has fallen!
In a short time, several weak and low-level gods fell one after another, and the gods' defense line, which had been gritting its teeth to maintain order, was thrown into chaos.
These unfortunate souls were enjoying their faith and listening to prayers in their own divine realm, but with the sudden explosion of their paradise, they were forced to participate in this inexplicable war.
They would never have imagined that this inexplicably appearing constellation was created by their incompetent teammate, Moradin, and that they were utterly ruined by him.
The most pitiful and tragic figure was Talishid, the Lord of Elysium. As he looked at the destroyed Elysium, tears of blood finally streamed down his face from his golden beast eyes.
He hated it!
I hate myself for being so foolish back then, for summoning the stars with Moradin.
The four monarchs are taking advantage of the chaos to plunder the souls of the Gading Celestials across the four planes.
He hated Hugh Abraham even more!
This damned tyrant brought the womb of the Great Old Ones into his own realm! It was Moradin, the lord of the dwarven pantheon, who created this thing, so why should Elysium be blamed?! If this fight continues, Amoria will be sunk, and then Eronia, Belairlin, and Salahia will be dragged down by the River of Poseidon and the Tide of Pollution. The entire fourth layer of Elysium will be pulled into an uncontrollable divine catastrophe.
He and all the Gaddin Celestials were going to be ruined by their incompetent teammates, so he had to make a sacrifice.
Everything is for the sake of the Blissful Realm, for the sake of the Gaiding Celestial Clan.
At this moment, the Lord of Bliss closed his eyes and actively connected with the core of the laws at the deepest part of Bliss, and his voice was also transmitted to the gods of faith present.
"Gentlemen, infuse me with your great spirituality and divine power."
"Next, I will sacrifice the world bubble that the Gading Celestial Clan has accumulated to this day, melting the status of the Lord of Bliss, everything of the Gading Five Dukes, all the energy cores of Bliss, and all the divine foundations of our clan that have not yet been extinguished into a sword of exile."
"The powerful gods with the status of a pantheon master, press your great spirituality upon me to raise the upper limit of this sword strike; the other powerful and medium-powered gods, through their respective pantheon networks, connect their great power to the pantheon network of the Gadin Celestials, allowing me to cleave through the battlefield entanglement between Lu-Cthulhu, the Chaos Rift, and the Heavenly Kingdom with a single blow—and take this opportunity to close the Chaos Rift, banish the stars, and deter the Golden Tyrant."
"But before that, I want you to make a covenant with your respective divine kingdoms, divine persons, pantheons and believers."
"After this sword strike, the Lord of Bliss and Gading Wu will disappear from their divine thrones in all the heavens and myriad worlds. The remaining Gading Celestial Clan will lose the complete protection of the World Bubble and the foundation for continuing to independently support the order of Bliss."
“You must accept them.”
"Let our remaining people, the wounded, the messengers of God, the young, and the believers who can still evacuate, enter your respective kingdoms of God. Do not regard them as the defeated, do not reduce them to vassals, do not seize their last divine legacy, and do not shame them with the troubles of today."
"They once shielded all the heavens and myriad worlds from the first wave of abyssal calamity caused by the tyrant."
His voice trailed off here, and tears of blood rolled down the lion-headed messenger's cheeks, while golden-red specks of light fell drop by drop into the shattered sky of Amonia.
"Everyone, swear an oath. If you swear, I will end the turmoil in the abyss caused by the tyrant and prevent it from affecting your planes and pantheons."
After these words were spoken, all the gods understood the meaning of the Lord of Bliss.
The sacrifice of the Gading Celestial Clan's World Bubble signifies that this fluid governance system, maintained by the Lion-Headed Divine Messenger and the Five Lords of Gading, will completely collapse after this battle. In other words, the Celestial Pantheon and the Blissful Realm will completely withdraw from the historical stage of the myriad worlds.
Those with intermediate or weak divine power who are responsible for transmitting power to him also risk being drained by the divine network.
At best, one's divine status will fall, reverting to the realm of a saint; at worst, the divine kingdom will collapse, and one will perish on the spot.
After a brief silence, the first to respond was Moradin.
This teammate's face was extremely ugly. He felt that after this incident, the reputation of the dwarven pantheon and his own reputation would be completely ruined throughout the myriad worlds.
Therefore, he had no choice at this moment; he had to step forward.
"The Dwarven pantheon hereby swears to treat the remaining members of the Gaddin Sky Clan kindly, to give them everything a hero should give, and to be willing to connect their great spirituality to the Sword of Exile."
Moradin raised his hammer, signifying his willingness to save the Gaddin, who were suffering terribly. As for how they were suffering, you don't have to ask.
Next up was Gael Shininggold, the gnome pantheon master, who, after swearing his oath, also chose to join.
"Dwarf pantheon, access."
Next up is Teammate Number Three's Beast Garden. They all chose this moment to show that they were willing to accept the suffering Gading Celestials and treat them with the highest level of care.
Once someone took the lead, the other pantheons followed suit. After all, they couldn't possibly withstand Hugh Abraham walking the wombs of the Great Old Ones through all the worlds like a dog.
Now that the Lord of Bliss is willing to sacrifice himself to banish the stars, they naturally have to set an example.
Mystra didn't say much. She simply cast a blue-silver glow over the magic network, and the powerful divine power of the magic pantheon fell along the main trunk of the magic network, connecting the world bubble of Talishid, which was about to burn, with the most stable divine magic transport channel.
The powerful divine powers of Losanda, Shantia, Enlil, Ki, and Sisati also entered one after another after a brief silence.
Soon, the gazes of the gods fell upon those with intermediate and weak divine power.
That wasn't discussion, that was pressure.
They are putting pressure on these weaker and middle-level deities. Under these circumstances, they don't have much room for bargaining. They enjoy the protection of the pantheon and depend on the pantheon network. Now that the pantheon masters want them to join, they have to obediently do as they are told. If anyone dares to be a troublemaker, these pantheon masters will be the first to strip them of their divinity.
As a result, more medium and weak divine powers reluctantly began to connect.
Some deities turned pale, some divine kingdom projections dimmed on the spot, and some even began to lose their divine status the moment their power was drained. However, under the watchful eyes of the pantheon lords, they had no way out.
Above Ameria, the [River of Poseidon] suddenly reversed direction.
Golden waters rose simultaneously from the four planes, transforming into a massive water vein that stretched from the sky to the earth.
Then the water veins began to burn, and the core of positive energy, the world bubble of the Gading Celestials, the power of the gods, and the great spirituality of the lord of the pantheon were all compressed into it.
Talishid, the Lord of Bliss, stood in the center of the water veins, his lion-headed divine body gradually disintegrating.
His mane first turned into golden flames, then his arms, chest, wings, and crown. The ruling marks of the Five Lords of Gading lit up one by one on his back, then melted away. The entire [World Bubble] of the Gading Celestial Clan unfolded behind him, like a golden sun about to be thrown into a furnace.
Before his actual sacrifice, he looked at Blackrock Fortress one last time, his eyes filled with anger, but even more so with a deep-seated hatred.
“Hugh Abraham, today you drove Lu-Cthulhu back to Elysium and brought in the Four Lords of the Ether, dragging all the gods into this battlefield. Do you think this is just a victory for you, a beautiful revenge, a farce that makes the Anti-Kingdom Alliance lose face?”
"But you've also torn away a fig leaf for all the pantheons."
"All the heavens and myriad worlds have seen it. The Heavenly Kingdom will not stop its war, nor will the Mortal Court. You will gradually devour the Fallen World, the Boundary Planes, and the Divine Order, and finally destroy all faiths, divine kingdoms, and ancient covenants."
His voice reached the realm of bliss and all the pantheons that were fighting.
"Therefore, in the name of the Lord of Bliss, I tell all the gods of the myriad realms to see clearly what Bliss is like today, to see Amonia, to see clearly Jizhu Village, Tranquil City, Shining Sword Domain and Star City, to see clearly those fallen gods and the believers dragged into the battlefield."
"Today is a day of bliss."
"Tomorrow, it could be any of your divine kingdoms."
“If you want to continue sitting on the throne of God and watching, if you want to wait for the Kingdom of Heaven to come to you one by one, if you want to place your hopes on others dying first, then wait to be expelled from the earthly court.”
"If there are any pantheons in the myriad realms that do not wish to be judged by the Kingdom of Heaven, governed by the Court, or incorporated into the so-called order, then let them unite after this battle."
"This is no longer just a war of the Anti-Kingdom Alliance."
"This is a full-scale war by all pantheons of faith against the Kingdom of Heaven and the earthly court."
Talishid was a rascal; even in his dying moments, he wanted to annoy Heaven and the Golden Tyrant.
Meanwhile, Xia Xiu, sitting on the throne, watched the Lord of Bliss transform into a sword, but did not control the Black Stone Fortress to fire a shot at him. After all, the Stars were not safe in the mortal world, and he did not intend to waste the next [Glass Cannon]. So why not let someone who was willing to drive away the Stars for him?
As for the dying words of the Lord of Bliss, Lao Xia's response was only one sentence:
"Can't you tell me something that nobody knows?"
This kind of thing is so rare, why would you treat it as your last words?