readsfreenovel Chapter 345 One corner of the Chaotic Eight-Pointed Star
Chapter 345 One corner of the Chaotic Eight-Pointed Star
Chapter 345 A Corner of the Chaotic Octagon
The corruption of the warp has begun, or perhaps it began even earlier.
From the moment it is targeted, the world is inevitably eroded, and corruption is happening all the time, from the past to the future.
At first, it might just be a few people's memories being confused, or it might just be some historical records in books becoming blurred, or it might be that some ancient relics suddenly appear.
Most people didn't notice these changes, and a few did, but they didn't take them seriously.
After all, these things are too minor. It's just a few people going crazy, some insignificant historical events that are obscure, and a few more antiques that don't help the current situation.
How can these trivial matters compare to the ongoing war, the grand ascension plan, and the visible countdown to the end of the mind?
Due to a combination of factors, these early signs of corruption were not taken seriously, and people continued to live their lives as usual, with each country continuing as before.
They believed that once they completed their ascension, everything would be alright.
"But they don't know that they are now like those two towers of the Federation, about to meet their own plane."
In New York, Morty gazes at the sky, his pupils reflecting the two out-of-control planes.
In normal times, this incident would at most be defined as a terrorist attack, and might even become a pretext for federal war and condemnation.
But we are now at a critical juncture in history. The corruption of the warp is about to reach the next stage, and any event with special symbolic significance could become the trigger.
At that time, the warp will not only adopt a mild form of corruption, but will become more radical, and some warp creatures will be able to invade reality.
Just like it is now.
"They're here."
Modi snapped out of his daze, his eyes flickering with the red of flames.
The sky was stained a blood-red hue, reflecting the collapsed high-rise buildings and the raging fires atop them.
Against the backdrop of raging fire, a blood-stained sky, screams, and sirens, the two collapsed buildings looked like the gates of hell erected by demons, appearing particularly grotesque amidst the ashes and smoke.
In fact, they do indeed function as doors.
"The timing is perfect, the offerings are in place, and even the 'door' element is ready. It would be difficult for this ritual not to succeed."
In his view, the plane crash into the building was a successful ceremony.
The mastermind is nonexistent, or may be a demon from the underworld behind the scenes. The sacrifices are those who perished in the event, and the "door" is the framework formed by two collapsed buildings.
The ceremony was indeed a success, as evidenced by the crimson hue that filled the air.
This situation could never be a natural phenomenon.
"Which subspace deity has arrived this time? It doesn't seem to be the Altering God, nor does it seem to be the Stagnant God... Oh, so it's a group of demons that haven't been unified yet."
Besides those belonging to the gods, the warp is also home to a vast number of demons, also known as "outcast demons".
These demons do not serve any gods, but hide in some unknown corner of the warp. Some live alone, while others rule over mountains, leading a group of similar, isolated demons.
They are the vanguard of the warp invasion, and also the pawns used by the gods for probing.
Of course, even without the gods as the masterminds, they would still be unable to resist invading because of their own desires.
In the center of the framework formed by the two collapsed buildings, which should have been empty, a gray fog gate was now distorted by the high temperature of the flames and ash.
In the midst of the chaos caused by the terrorist attack, and before the arrival of the military, police, and fire department, menacing and terrifying figures emerged from the fog gate.
Some of them were beginning to resemble humans, while others were completely unrelated to humans. Their only commonality was that they were all engulfed in flames, like demons crawling out of a lake of sulfurous fire.
A palpable atmosphere emanated from them; their intangible anger manifested in various forms, spreading outwards with their murderous intent.
Ordinary passersby, completely unaware of the situation, screamed. Overwhelmed by the murderous intent, they instantly turned red-eyed and, regardless of whether the opponent was a human or a demon, grabbed the nearest weapon and charged forward.
Then came the slaughter and the splattering of blood.
Blood stained the land of New York, turning into wisps of blood mist that rose as it burned in the demon's fire.
Demons and mortals alike were bathed in a blood mist, their skin stained with blood, their emotions running high and their frenzy intensifying.
The arriving military and police were caught off guard. They initially thought it was just a terrorist attack, but it turned out to be related to evil gods and demons.
Amid screams and carnage, the blood mist grew thicker and thicker, even obscuring the New York sky.
Among the mortals who fought indiscriminately, some became part of the blood mist, while others were bathed in the blood of others and transformed into demons under the gaze of the warp.
Among the demons that emerged, some were killed by humans, while others ascended to demonic power after killing 666 people, gaining even greater strength.
In the thick blood mist, the lord of this isolated demon horde stepped out with his reversed-joint goat hooves and slowly descended into the mortal world through the fog gate.
Taking a deep breath of the blood mist, the lord revealed an intoxicated expression. It could smell the blood, the smoke of gunpowder, and the scent of freedom permeating the air.
These are all things it likes.
It had a premonition that as long as it could transform this land into a chaotic demon realm, it would not be far from becoming a god.
Perhaps it could even sit on one of those eight thrones, occupying a corner of the Chaos Octagon, just like the Altered Heaven and the Stagnant Heaven.
The demon lord, engulfed in flames, raised his butcher's knife, his wings fully unfurled, casting a large shadow over his hundred-meter-tall body.
It roared: "Slaughter, fresh...."
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"
The sudden slogan abruptly interrupted the lord's roar, displeasing him.
What's even more infuriating is that the slogan sounds better and is more in line with its identity.
It decided to first eliminate the person who interrupted it, then seize the slogan, and from then on, it would use that slogan.
With a ferocious grin, the demon lord turned his head and let out a terrifying roar: "I will chop off your head and use your skull as collateral!"
Before it could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood-flame dragon breath was smeared directly onto its face.
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Staggering two steps, the demon lord covered his face with his hands, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and then ripped it off.
It actually tore off its entire face.
The bright red muscle, exposed without skin, sends out signals of pain with every breath.
But it had no choice but to do so.
Glancing at the inextinguishable blood flames on his face, the demon lord casually tossed them aside, raised his twisted butcher's knife, and charged at the person who had just ambushed him.
Or rather, that red dragon.
The red dragon before it was very different from any other dragon it had ever seen. Its most striking feature was that it had seven heads and ten horns, each horn adorned with a crown.
Just one glance was enough to send shivers down the spine of the seven deadly sins, even the lord himself felt a chill run down his spine.
How could such a being possibly exist in this world?
A moment of fear gripped my heart, followed by an endless rage.
"Damn it, how could I be such a coward?!"
Raging anger fueled the demon lord's continued rise in power.
For these rogue demons, anger and murderous intent are the best source of power.
If anger has no end, it might even crush the red dragon in front of it with a single blow.
The thought was abruptly interrupted, and even the demon lord, who was maintaining his charging posture, paused for a moment due to the external force.
Before it could even react to what was happening, it felt a sharp pain in its abdomen, followed by an immense force slamming into it head-on.
Due to this force, it was thrown a long way, and its entire body was pressed to the ground, unable to move.
Something pierced through my chest, and I can't move.
Opening his eyes, he tried to see what was on his body, but what he saw was a large and ferocious dragon claw.
The dragon claw gripped its head tightly, ignoring its screams, and crushed it with brute force.
"It's as easy as squeezing a watermelon," the Red Dragon said.
The red dragon casually spat a mouthful of blood flame onto its hand, and watched as the blood flame spread throughout its body, suppressing its regenerative abilities.
Twisting the Unchanging Spear of Ending, he pulled it from the Demon Lord's body, and Mordy's seven heads greedily breathed in, absorbing the authority overflowing from the Lord's body.
The scales gradually absorbed the aura of the subspace, signifying that he had obtained a subspace resident identity card.
Although voluntarily migrating to a cesspool is not a good choice, the lord's authority is a perfect match for him.
If it were him, with his bloodlust and rage, coupled with the authority of this lord, he would rightfully possess a divine throne in the warp.
The position of the Chaos Octagon is not easy to occupy, but he can give it a try.
Amidst the rising blood mist, the red dragon spread its wings, obscuring the sky, and let out a long roar.
Amidst the dragon's roar, the demons prostrated themselves, paying homage to their new king.
The devout believer, seeing the seven-headed, ten-horned figure outside the blood mist, trembled with fear.
Without a doubt, this is a seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon, and this is Satan!
The believer was terrified and prayed repeatedly, but all he received in response was a barrage of loud slogans.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"
The steam legion appeared out of nowhere, its soldiers clad in power armor, piloting massive yet nimble tanks, slaughtering unruly demons while praising the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon.
Their skin was covered with blasphemous scriptures, and even the surfaces of their vehicles, power armor, and firearms were painted with symbols of the red dragon.
Chains were wrapped around their spiked power armor, and each soldier was bound with a copy of the Blood Nerve, which they would chant aloud as they killed.
It looks both pious and blasphemous.
The dragon breath flamethrower spews out deadly blood-flame dragon breath, which in turn continuously produces blood mist.
The blood mist, imbued with subspace power, corrupted everything it enveloped, whether living or dead.
The Statue of Liberty has been completely altered; it has grown fangs, its torch has been turned into a butcher's knife, and it is bound by chains, making it look extremely hideous.
The jungle of reinforced concrete grew freely, its walls seeping blood, and soon it became a twisted jungle of steel and flesh.
This hellish scene deeply wounded the morale of the federal troops.
"F**K! How did our Federation become like this?!"
"Are all the people up there pigs? How are we supposed to solve this kind of problem?"
The federal soldiers cursed under their breath, but were forced to follow orders and plunge into the blood mist, disappearing one by one.
This place is now a chaotic demon realm, an extension of the subspace into reality, a place that mortals can hardly understand or survive in.
To live peacefully here, one either needs a certain amount of power or faith in the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon.
If neither of these two things can be done, then death is the only outcome, just like those federal soldiers who broke in.
They had long been considered expendable by the higher-ups, and their only purpose was to test this demonic realm.
Some things cannot be detected by machines; they can only be discovered by the soul of a living person.
But in the end, they are just a group of ordinary people. How much useful intelligence can they send back?
Modi paid no attention to the intruders; he had more important things to attend to.
After obtaining a subspace resident ID card, he directly broke into the subspace and forcibly occupied the territory that the demon lord had originally occupied.
There was resistance during this process, but the rebels were not the original lord's loyalists; they simply wanted to take advantage of the situation and get a share of the spoils.
Without exception, they were all killed by Modi, and even their corpses became materials for building a new territory.
"I will build an even greater fortress, which will be the foundation upon which I seize the throne and authority."
Standing at the gate of the former lord's castle, Mordy looked down at the kneeling demons below, a cruel smile curving his lips.
He knew that these demons did not believe in him and were traitors who could betray him at any time.
They don't even have the courage to fight to the death, so they're really not suitable to be his retinue... Therefore, they should move to a different position.
"I want you to do something," Mordy said to the group of demons.
The leading demons looked at each other in bewilderment. They were cadres promoted by the former lord, one of whom was even the second-in-command.
The second-in-command stepped forward and asked, "My lord, what do you require us to do?"
"It's nothing," Mordy's smile grew even brighter. "Would you die for me?"
"?!"
Before the demons could react, Mordy reached out and made a grasping motion.
Bang bang bang.
In less than a second, the demons exploded into a bloody mist one after another.
"Hmm, the ingredients are almost ready."
He nodded, and with a casual gesture, the blood mist in the air gathered, stretched, connected, and finally solidified into a blood-red door-frame-like structure.
The gate is built; now it's time to assemble the troops.
He exhaled a breath of blood-flame dragon breath towards the door frame, and the burning blood flames instantly filled the hole in the door frame.
The portal was successfully activated, and soon figures passed through the blood-flame-formed gate, followed by chariots and warships.
"My lord."
The leading Blood God Cult officer knelt on one knee before him and lowered his head.
The Blood God invaders behind him also knelt down on one knee, their power armor colliding with the ground in a synchronized crash.
Looking at these silent steel giants, Mordy felt a sense of satisfaction.
Sure enough, his own army was the most pleasing to the eye.
"I have issued the relevant instructions; just do as they require," he said. "In this world, another expedition awaits us."
"I will follow your instructions."