(T/N): I was thinking hard about how many chapters I should post for the daily limit of my usual chapters posted everyday, but then I remembered that I can do it however I want! So heres another few chapters!
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The broken Invasion Dawn in Phainon's hand, along with the liberation of his true name, was restored inch by inch.
It was reforged into their complete form of yesteryear.
The sword's body flowed with the light of dawn, even overshadowing the sun's brilliance.
That unspeakable mass of flesh and blood was screaming madly.
their roar made the entire cage hum.
Innumerable twisted faces emerged on their surface, their eyes filled with extreme terror towards the deity.
However, instinctive gluttony actually overcame instinctive fear!
It wanted to devour "Destruction"!!!
On Phainon's face, there was neither sorrow nor joy; in his molten-gold pupils, there was only a dead silence after a fire.
He quietly watched the monster wriggle and crash madly between the rock walls, and two words escaped his lips:
"Ugly..."
The next moment, hundreds of tentacles, a fusion of flesh, blood, and amber, tore through the air, sweeping towards Phainon like a torrential rain!
Phainon didn't even raise his sword.
Invasion Dawn just hung silently before him, like an absolute boundary.
Those tentacles, capable of tearing through steel, instantly hit an invisible, absolute barrier the moment they approached within three feet of his body, unable to advance a single inch.
The monster had already sensed this insurmountable chasm; the faces of old friends reappeared beneath their own.
"Savior... look at us..."
"Are you... coming to kill us again?"
"This time... is your sword still sharp?"
Phainon watched this scene and calmly closed his eyes.
The next moment, he moved.
Phainon slowly raised his hand, gripped the hilt of Invasion Dawn, and swung a sword at the monster.
Boom—!!!
A massive golden sword edge, with the tip of Invasion Dawn as their origin, pierced through heaven and earth!
The monster's colossal body couldn't endure even a second in this pillar of light.
their flesh and blood, aggregated from the grievances of countless living beings, were thoroughly ignited from the inside out!
There were no screams, because their vocal organs turned to charcoal.
There was no struggle, because every inch of their body was disintegrating.
Those pained faces twisted and melted in the flames, finally turning into wisps of black smoke, returning to nothingness.
The entire underground cavern, after this god-like strike, was left with only a giant, bottomless, mirror-smooth void.
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Above the abyss.
Everyone in the exploration team felt the tremor from deep within the earth's core.
"Again... it's happening again! More intense than before!"
Pela clutched a rock tightly, her voice distorted by fear.
The Iron Guard, thrown up by Phainon, had already retreated a hundred meters away.
But this violent tremor, originating from the planet's pulse, made them feel like a small boat in a vast ocean, liable to be overturned at any moment.
The ground beneath their feet groaned and wailed.
Pela couldn't imagine what the Flame Reaver had encountered deep underground.
That level of fluctuation had already surpassed the scope of any known weapon.
Could humans... truly survive?
But the next moment, true terror descended.
The entire sky, without warning, darkened.
The eternal blizzard shrouding Belobog seemed to freeze at this moment.
Immediately following, above the clouds, an ominous crimson light pierced the firmament!
That light rapidly expanded, dyeing the entire sky a bloody twilight!
As if the end of days had arrived!
"What is that?! Up in the sky... what is that thing?!"
An Iron Guard pointed at the sky, letting out a distorted cry of alarm, his voice filled with despair.
"Is it... is it the sun? No! That's not right!"
Pela suddenly looked up, her glasses reflecting the apocalyptic scene, and her body began to tremble violently, uncontrollably.
A burning sphere, so massive it obscured the horizon, was tearing through the clouds, slowly descending towards the abyss where they were, carrying an aura that could incinerate all things!
"Met... meteorite?"
Pela murmured to herself, the word sounding so pale and powerless as it left her lips.
How could there be a meteorite?!
How could it be such a coincidence!
A meteorite appeared here!
Despair, like a cold tide, drowned her heartbeat.
This time, even thinking became superfluous.
Information analysis, tactical evasion, human wisdom and courage... in the face of such a natural disaster, all were a joke.
Everyone could only close their eyes, giving up resistance, waiting for the inevitable, equal death.
Boom—!!!
The meteor landed.
A terrifying heat flow, capable of melting steel, erupted in a ring instantly!
But strangely, this heatwave did not spread; instead, it was constrained by an invisible force, precisely pouring into the collapsed abyss!
The shockwave knocked the Iron Guard to the ground, and the scorching molten rock evaporated the surrounding snow, several meters thick.
Turning this snowy plain into a vast, white land of mist.
When all the dust settled.
The surviving Iron Guard slowly opened their eyes, trembling as they touched their bodies.
"I... I'm still alive?"
"How is this possible... we actually survived..."
Pela struggled to her feet; she pushed aside the cover in front of her and looked ahead.
The abyss had been completely filled.
Filled by that giant meteorite.
And in the steaming white mist, a solitary figure in a black robe was slowly approaching, step by step.
Wherever he passed, the scorching steam seemed to possess life, fearfully retreating to both sides, clearing a path for him.
The metal combat boots made a soft "clack" as they met the ground.
The searing crimson rapidly faded, cooling into a dead black.
Pela's pupils contracted wildly.
Her brain, that brain which prided itself on information analysis and logical deduction, was frantically working.
She subconsciously began to calculate, trying to estimate the meteorite's mass and potential energy.
But the resulting numbers... were enough to wipe Belobog off the map.
Yet the aftershocks of their fall were precisely contained within that deep pit.
This defied all laws of energy transfer she knew.
Her chain of logic broke here.
Physical laws, energy conservation, thermodynamic laws... all the science and truth she knew were crushed to dust before this man.
A meteorite... falling from the sky... he... coming from hell... a thought so absurd it could make her mentally collapse grew uncontrollably!
"Mr. Flame Reaver..."
Pela's voice trembled uncontrollably.
She desperately needed an explanation, one that, even if absurd, could barely piece together her shattered worldview.
"That... that meteorite... it's..."
Phainon stopped his steps.
He didn't turn back, merely tilted his face slightly, his gaze beneath the golden mask seemingly piercing through time and space, returning to the depths of the earth's core.
There, after he, in the guise of a god, completely purified that flesh-and-blood geometric body into nothingness.
Phainon felt no joy of "victory."
Quite the opposite.
A deeper, older, more nauseating malice slowly awakened from the bottom of the abyss.
The entire planet's pulse changed because of it.
Phainon's molten-gold pupils narrowed slightly.
He "saw" it.
What he had erased, the so-called "source of anomaly" that caused the beast tide, was merely... a section... of a tongue... reaching out from deep within the earth's core.
It was... an unimaginably colossal ancient beast.
After sleeping for eons, it unconsciously extended their tongue... and he... merely cleaned a little "dirt" from that section of the tongue.
[Current Emotion: Joy]
"Haha..."
Phainon felt no fear; instead, he let out a maniacal laugh.
That's right... this is the kind of collection that would even interest "Destruction."
It turned out... this was the disaster worthy of his personal "destruction."
So.
He raised his hand.
A giant meteorite, summoned by him, descended from the sky... "Dead Star's Judgment" answered his will.
With the absolute determination to incinerate everything, it crashed down with a roar!
The purpose was not to kill.
But to... seal.
To temporarily close this gate to the earth's core in the most violent way.
His thoughts returned to reality.
Phainon finally turned his head, his voice from beneath the mask so calm it sent a chill down one's spine.
"Mm..."
He responded faintly, as if answering a trivial matter.
"That thing... was too big..."
"I just..."
He paused, the golden mask tilting slightly, as if considering an appropriate phrasing,
"...helped it close their mouth."