American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 569 Mother Earth Rejects Parademons and Raises the Middle Finger

The number of black wolves is decreasing at a slow rate, but this rate of decrease is constantly increasing. Nazgrel's troops are not being replenished, but the Parademon troops are almost endless, and they also occupy advantageous terrain.

He glanced up at the sky. Although the green dragons had occupied the high ground, the increase in the Parademons had created a dense anti-aircraft net in the sky.

If things continue like this, defeat and destruction may be the only path forward.

So Nazgrell waved his hand and sent all his black wolves to the front lines. Then he patted the white wolf he was riding. It looked exactly like his former companion, and was even as understanding as the wolf in his memory.

It let out two low growls, then led its master to a protruding rock so that Nazgrell could see the enemy's lines more clearly.

"Nazgrel, look over there, at the top of that hill!"

Rune's telepathic message to the orc made the burly orc turn to look at him.

There, on a relatively flat rock platform, were five strange chairs, each with a figure sitting on it.

These people had their eyes closed, but the metal connectors at their temples were flashing at a high frequency.

"Those are Parademons created from five clones of Professor X. They don't focus on direct combat, but rather become tactical observers who can share thoughts, process battlefield data of the entire Parademon army, and adjust tactics in real time. In other words, they are the commanders of this force."

When Rune said these words, his feelings were actually quite complicated. He couldn't bear to see this old man, who had devoted himself to his race, suffer, especially since he had received a favor from Professor X.

Even though he knew that these Professor Xs were just clones.

So Rune said softly at the end, "The prototype of these five creatures was a hero. These pathetic creations have desecrated the spirit of that prototype. Kill them! But be careful, they can manipulate the minds of ordinary people."

Nazgrare narrowed his eyes. Mind manipulation? That sounded like an evil ability—

With Rune's help, Nazgrere roared, "I've found their commander, Kane! I need a massive war stomp!"

Kane slashed the totem pole at the metal barricade in front of him, shouting, "Are you trying to be a hero again, you idiot?"

"Just do as I say!" With that, Nazgrell began to move up the hillside, and the four Kor'kron Guards, along with their remaining black wolves, automatically formed a protective formation.

These veterans know what they need to do.

"Alright, alright—" This time, the legendary Tauren chieftain muttered to himself, but he was quick to act. He stepped back to avoid being disturbed by the enemy, then slammed the totem pole into the ground, placed his hands on the pole, and closed his eyes.

He was communicating with Mother Earth, and some of the Kodo beasts seemed to sense the call, ceasing their attacks and instead gathering around him, forming a huge circle.

This was not to prevent war trampling from harming his own people. The old chieftain had long since mastered the secrets of war trampling during the long war with the centaurs; it was his specialty.

Kane's communication with Mother Earth allows his friends to avoid being affected by his terrifying power.

Now, Kane's purpose in communicating with Mother Earth is simple: he pleads with her, hoping that his next strike will pave a safe path for his friends.

The kodos began to stomp the ground rhythmically. At first, their movements were very chaotic, but as Kane's prayers grew louder, the kodos' movements began to become more synchronized.

Thump—thump—thump—

The Kodo beasts seemed to have stepped on everyone's hearts, and a heavy pressure covered everyone, causing the ground to groan.

All the creatures fighting on this ridge, whether they were Kor'kron Guardians or the Parademons created from clones, sensed the abnormality of the earth.

It is awakening, churning, and gathering strength.

The five Professor X clones opened their eyes simultaneously. They sensed the terrible scene that was about to unfold, but the Dark Lord's orders forced them to watch their brethren perish.

There is no turning back on this road.

Suppressed reason barely awoke a fraction, and tears of blood streamed down the faces of these Professor Xs. How much they wished they could regain control of their bodies, but cruel reality forced them to use their powers to command all the Parademons and prevent them from deserting.

Hold your ground! Prepare for an earthquake!

Before they could finish speaking, Kane's prayer was already completely over.

The earth he communicates with is not a physical elemental lord like the Stone Mother, but the earth itself, born from the supreme star-soul of Azeroth. Neither the Stone Mother nor Deathwing can fully represent the will of the earth, but the shaman can.

Guess how the Earth feels about these beings that are drawing upon its power to open portals and slaughtering many native species.

That's right, it's extreme hatred.

Slaughtering local species is actually a minor matter; how many humans have orcs slaughtered? But this does not prevent the elementals from communicating with the orc shamans.

The key point is that the Well of Eternity is essentially the lifeblood of Azeroth, and those otherworldly creatures are drawing blood from Azeroth, considering that Azeroth is destined to become the supreme world-soul—

Those Parademons are practically asking for death!

After Kane finished praying, he suddenly opened his eyes. His body had become enormous, even showing signs of petrification, as if he had used a degraded version of a god descending to earth, and golden flames of the earth burned in his pupils.

This minotaur had never felt so powerful.

"For Azeroth!"

Then, the totem pole burst forth with a sun-like radiance.

boom!

A pure and terrifying power emanated from the depths of the earth, bursting forth from Kane Bloodhoof's body and the other Kodo beasts.

A massive wave of earth and rocks, reaching up to two meters high, spread outwards in a ring, shattering rocks and uprooting trees wherever it passed.

Magneto's clones, the Parademons, and other Parademons with the ability to control the earth attempted to stabilize the ground with their powers, but they forgot that the land here possessed its own will.

Mother Earth rejected you and gave you the middle finger.

The earth not only failed to obey their control, but instead became even more violent.

Those Parademons without physical enhancements or flight abilities were instantly crushed into mincemeat. The rest were either thrown into the air or buried on the spot. Even the air was compressed into visible shockwaves, tearing everything in its path apart.