Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 401 The Final Battle

"Hehehehehehehe... Feel the pain with me... Enjoy the pain..."

Abdul shoved his right hand into his wide-open mouth, piercing his molars and plunging it into his throat.

With a sticky, tearing sound, a serrated sword reconstructed from the spine, dripping with lymph fluid, was pulled out of the mouth. The jagged blade was covered in gastric juices, and its dense network of nerve synapses was still twitching.

At the same time, Zhan Lan's body suddenly trembled in the air, and her back muscles spasmed involuntarily.

"Ekuskari Rana [Sword of Promise to Victory]!"

Abdul raised the bone sword with both hands, a mocking expression on his face, and shouted out his most majestic name.

The sky was dyed a sickly, pale white, and free-floating energy particles in the atmosphere formed distorted vortices around the bone sword, its jagged blade emitting a pale light.

As the bone sword fell, the nerve bundles on its blade suddenly taut, emitting a humming sound like a harp string. A pale beam of light burst forth, not the holy radiance released by King Arthur, but an entity compressed from countless agonizing screams. Wherever it passed, even the air wailed mournfully, and a filthy torrent surged toward Zhan Lan.

Although the nature of the two is quite different, Abdul's Excalibur is no less powerful than Excalibur. A single strike, costing sacrifice and pain, is enough to kill an ordinary demigod.

In an instant, the pale beam of light ruthlessly engulfed Zhan Lan's body. Trapped in the shared pain, Zhan Lan had no power to resist and turned to ashes amidst the piercing screams of millions of people in agony.

However, just as the filthy torrent engulfed her, a golden light flashed by.

The clear, metallic sound was like the cry of a crane.

Abdul suddenly felt his vision spinning. He saw his headless body still standing, saw the jet of blood gushing from his carotid artery, and saw his hands, which were trying to press down on his head, frozen in mid-air.

I also saw the graceful figure slowly sheathing the Shattered Dream Blade.

"It really hurts, but it's nothing compared to the pain I've endured. It's just physical pain; how can it compare to the pain in my heart?"

Recalling the day she killed Zheng Zha, a melancholy expression appeared on Zhan Lan's face.

"Your pain is too superficial, it's just a matter of physical suffering."

The combination of empathic magic and sacrificial magic was powerful, but it wasn't enough to make Zhan Lan feel so much pain that she revealed a weakness. Abdul's Excalibur only destroyed the true essence remnants of the Spiral Nine Shadows.

"Oh!"

As his severed head slammed to the ground, Abdul's bulging eyes still held a lingering sense of disbelief. His lips were still moving, as if trying to utter a final curse, but in the end, he only exhaled a bloody bubble.

Gabriel gripped the broken spear of the Spear of Longinus tightly, itching to strike, but then he sensed an immense danger.

A hundred miles away, Ming Yanwei drew her bow and nocked an arrow. Behind her, a vast microcosm formed the constellation Sagittarius. The slowly rotating star trails converged on the arrowhead, and the shimmering golden light locked onto Gabriel's body.

Gabriel's gaze fell on Ming Yanwei, his holy light flickering on the broken spear, yet he dared not make a move.

She had a feeling that no matter how she dodged or defended, she couldn't avoid the enemy's arrows.

Gabriel remained unmoved, and Ming Yanwei also dared not launch an attack easily. She was not confident of killing with a single blow. Facing such a powerful opponent, she only had one chance to strike.

As the two remained locked in a stalemate, another powerful member of the Demon Team was defeated.

Faced with Zhang Heng's Triple Dream Arrow, Dechai unleashed power beyond his limits, but still couldn't completely block the arrow.

Five of his six arms were severed, and a fist-sized hole pierced his chest. Even the force of the rotating magnetic field could not heal the wound. Blood flowed down the grooves of his muscles, accumulating into a crimson mud at his feet.

However, Dechai's steps did not stop at all, and with each step he took, the ground cracked under his violent aura.

"Wen Lie, you bastard! You're dead for sure!"

Dechai's eyes were like those of a wounded beast. Instead of backing down because of his injury, he was completely enraged, and his killing intent boiled to the extreme.

Blood-red steam rose from the bare upper body, and the force of the rotating magnetic field caused the surrounding rubble to levitate, forming a small storm that surged forward.

"This isn't going to kill you?"

Zhang Heng's fingertips trembled incessantly on the bowstring, his breathing was heavy like a bellows, sweat dripped from his chin onto the trembling bowstring, and the muscles in his arms spasmed from excessive pulling of the string, with bloodstains winding down from the base of his thumbs.

While the Triple Dream Arrow wouldn't have caused him to collapse from exhaustion, it had used up 99% of his strength.

Relying on the restorative power of the Light of the Mind, he could recover in a very short time after using the Arrow of Dreams, but the person opposite him didn't even give him that short time.

Do you want to fight to the death?
Just then, Zero pulled the trigger.

"Planetary fluctuations!"

Suddenly, dazzling spots of light lit up the distant sky.

The burning meteorite tore through the atmosphere, and the plasma generated by the friction left a trail in the sky that was thousands of meters long. The air was compressed into a ring-shaped shock wave that echoed in all directions.

Dechai paused, looked up at the sky, and his expression became even more ferocious.

"The strong grow stronger when faced with stronger opponents, and today I'm going to defy the heavens!"

Dechai's knees buckled violently, the ground beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread for miles. His muscles twisted like steel bars, and blood, under the pressure of the force, gushed out like a fountain from the bloody hole in his chest.

"Magnetic field rotation! Four hundred thousand horsepower!"

With a roar that shattered the air, Dechai's figure shot into the sky like a cannonball, his only remaining arm swinging out to meet the meteorite head-on.

"The ultimate crime!"

In an instant, the meteorite's speed increased a hundredfold, like a giant from beyond the planet wielding a hammer, the bombardment of the planet shaking heaven and earth.

The moment the fist collided with the celestial body, space seemed to freeze for a split second.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave exploded like a nuclear blast. Dechai's pride in his strength was crushed by pure mass and speed. His arm bones shattered inch by inch under the terrifying impact, and his muscles burst apart. Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, his last arm was crushed.

Afterwards, the meteorite continued its trajectory, carrying Dechai's mangled body as it crashed to the ground!
"...We can't wait any longer!"

Gabrielle's pupils dilated; she suddenly realized that the balance of power was shifting.

The moment Gabriel had this thought, Mingyanwei released the bowstring.

"The Void of Yan Ling!"

The moment the golden arrow left the bowstring, a black line cracked open in the world. Wherever this black line passed, the surrounding matter began to disintegrate at the atomic level, and the concepts of time and space were reduced to nothingness.

Gabriel's expression changed drastically, and the tip of the Spear of Longinus automatically pointed at the incoming golden meteor.

Two forces, symbolizing the realm of the gods, collided with each other. There was no explosion, only silent annihilation. Centered on the point of contact between the arrow and the spear tip, the space within a kilometer in diameter vanished like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, revealing a strange landscape beyond the dimensional crystal wall.

The golden arrow gradually faded, the cracked crystal wall healed, and Gabriel took a step back, looking at Ming Yanwei with a terrified expression. He saw Ming Yanwei lying on the ground in a duck-like position, her pale face devoid of any color.

It was obvious that such a terrifying blow was not a move that could be easily executed.

"In that case, go to hell!"

Gabriel felt a sense of relief, a cold smile playing on her lips. She pointed the tip of the Spear of Longinus at Ming Yanwei, and a black line burst forth, encircling the entire battlefield and passing through everyone.

The lines didn't show any aggression, but even demigods could sense the danger of death. Even Mammon felt a chill run down his spine the moment the lines swept past.

That line was not energy, but the trajectory of the world's destruction, manifested by the power of the Spear of Longinus.

"Kill her! Lance Longinus..."

Gabriel solemnly lifted the Spear of Longinus.

The tip of the gun pointed towards the extended trajectory of Mingyanwei.

However, before he could finish speaking, Gabriel felt the same danger of death.

"Don't think about it!"

Two Zhao Yingkongs appeared silently behind her. One Zhao Yingkong held a white sword, and the other Zhao Yingkong held a black sword. The two wielded the Nameless Victory Sword and slashed down at Gabriel at the same time.

Golden holy light surged from Gabriel's body, condensing into an indestructible holy light armor around her. Her advanced application of top-tier mental light was enough to easily block attacks from a high-level fourth-tier opponent.

"Ding--"

Holding the black sword, Zhao Yingkong touched the tip of the sword to Gabriel's Holy Light Armor. Countless black runes spread along the sword, and the light of annihilation spread on Gabriel's body like ink dripping into clear water, corroding and dissolving the holy armor.

"How is this possible! The holy light bestowed by the Father..."

Before Gabriel could even be shocked, Zhao Yingkong, wielding a white sword, had already closed in.

Spiderweb-like patterns appeared in her pupils. In the vision of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Gabriel's body was covered with dense death lines. The death lines were as unpredictable as a kaleidoscope, and the movement speed of the death points was faster than lightning.

"found it."

However, under the gaze of those Mangekyou Sharingan, even lightning speed could not escape. Zhao Yingkong's arms were wrapped in azure lightning, and her white sword drew a perfect arc, the tip of the sword precisely piercing the fatal point.

"Impossible Father, save me...!"

Gabriel's face showed utter horror, but how could the father she spoke of respond to her?
The Spear of Longinus slipped from her fingers, Gabriel's body disintegrated where the white sword had pierced, her wings turned to dust, and her torso weathered away like a sand sculpture.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely.

Witnessing this scene, the clone Chu Xuan remained silent for a moment before speaking: "...You have a group of very strong teammates."

Apart from Chu Xuan, Zhang Xiaoxue, and Zheng Zha, the entire Demon Team was wiped out, while no one from the Central Continent Team died in battle, demonstrating an undeniable difference in strength.

"You lost."

Chu Xuan answered in a hoarse voice, explaining that simultaneously restraining Mammon and the Investiture of the Gods was no easy task. Although he had plenty of energy, his mental strength was severely depleted, and half of his hair had turned gray.

Zhang Xiaoxue is the same; her once young and beautiful face is now covered with wrinkles, making her look like a woman in her sixties.

The clone Chu Xuan looked up at the sky and said calmly, "No, we haven't lost yet. Even if everyone is dead, as long as one person is still alive, the outcome can be decided. That is the meaning of the existence of the strongest."

Chu Xuan also looked up, and the scene before him made his expression turn serious.

Above the atmosphere, the final battle between the two Zheng Zha has reached its climax.

The virtual black hole collapsed in front of the clone Zheng Zha, the enormous sphere turning into a tiny black dot the size of a pinhead.

This tiny patch of black is ten thousand times more terrifying than the virtual black hole that expanded to its maximum size just a second ago!
"This is the true Dark End of the Universe!"

The clone Zheng Zha's body reassembled from its atomic structure. He looked at the black hole and spoke in a low voice.

In an instant, all light, dust, energy, and even space itself began to fall into the black hole. It was no longer a controlled weapon, but a pure physical phenomenon, governed by the most fundamental laws of the universe.

Zheng Zha struck out with his palm, but the force of his palm was like a mud ox entering the sea, completely sinking into the black hole. The terrifying suction force even tried to pull Zheng Zha in as well. Zheng Zha had no choice but to cut off his tail to survive, abandoning the arm he had swung out, and bursting out a surging recoil force, retreating thousands of meters away in an instant.

The clone turned its gaze to Zheng Zha and said indifferently, "It's all over. Before the black hole was formed, you still had a chance to win, but now you have no hope at all."

The black hole's gravity begins to increase exponentially.

The ground shattered, rocks and metal crumbled like cookies crushed by an invisible hand, and the air was sucked away without a sound, because even sound waves could not escape.

The distant mountains began to tilt, not to fall, but as if entire swathes of the earth's crust were being smoothly torn from the planet's surface, like a tablecloth being flipped up by a child. Clouds formed spiraling funnels, stretching all the way to the all-consuming, dark center.

The battle below also ceased. Gazing at the black hole that had replaced the atmosphere, everyone's expressions were extremely grim, and even Mammon showed a hint of fear.

Black holes are the most violent forces in the universe, and even he would be wary of them.

"I have just become the Holy Son!"

Mammon wanted to curse. He had spent a thousand years scheming to come to earth and become a holy son, but one after another, characters who were better than gods than gods appeared.

First, humanity went extinct, and now even the human world is about to disappear. What's the point of him spending thousands of years trying to come to the human world?
The Earth began to groan in unbearable pain.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau resembles a torn layer of pastry, with rock strata rising vertically under the influence of gravity. The seabed of the Pacific Ocean reveals a jagged rift valley, and boiling seawater is drawn into the sky as long dragons of steam. The atmosphere is torn open with huge wounds, and cosmic radiation pours directly onto the exposed surface.

This planet, the only one in our solar system with life, has entered its countdown to death.

The clone Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses and turned to look at his original self: "Chu Xuan, we won this time."

The Demon Team has only four members remaining: Mammon, who has become a saint; Zheng Zha, who created a real black hole; Chu Xuan and Zhang Xiaoxue, who use the Investiture of the Gods. The Central Continent Team suffered no casualties.

However, compared to the Demon Team, whose members are all alive, the outcome of the contest between the Central Continent Team and the Demon Team is a foregone conclusion. The Demon Team, with only four members remaining, is already certain of victory.

"I agree with what you said. Even if everyone dies, as long as one person is still alive, the outcome can be decided. That is the meaning of the existence of the strongest."

Chu Xuan put down the Gauss pistol, as if he had given up resistance, and said calmly.

"However, who exactly is the supreme expert who can decide the outcome? This matter remains to be discussed."

Chu Xuan turned his head to look at the spot where Gabriel had died; the broken spear of the Spear of Longinus had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)