America: The Cremator

Chapter 158 The War of the Domains Has Just Begun!

Hedley's fingers tightened suddenly, and the translucent threads taut instantly.

The massive Blood Sand Giant let out a deep roar, striding forward on its thick legs, treading through the viscous pool of blood, and charged toward Baphomet.

It gripped the blood-dripping sand knife tightly with both hands, and using the momentum of its charge, it slashed down fiercely at Baphomet's head.

Baphomet looked at the familiar that was being controlled in reverse, his dark purple eyes filled with contempt. He casually extended his left fleshy wing forward and used it to block his own path.

Faced with this powerful blow, it didn't even try to dodge.

"clang--"

A dull thud echoed across the blood-red plains. The Blood Sand Giant's blade struck Baphomet's fleshy wing, but it did not harm the creature in the slightest. Instead, the longsword, unable to withstand the terrifying recoil, shattered into a cloud of scattered sand.

"How dare such a crude creation devour its master?"

Baphomet chuckled, and the pair of huge black wings on his back suddenly flapped outwards.

The ghostly blue hellfire instantly melted Hedley's threads and completely engulfed the blood sand giant that was almost within reach.

The Blood Sand Shield quickly shrank and peeled away, turning into a pool of dry, non-sticky sand that fell from the giant's arm.

Then, the flames traveled up the giant's arm and instantly engulfed his entire body.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Blood Sand Giant's body exploded completely.

Massive amounts of dried sand poured out wildly in all directions, the flying sand obscuring the view beyond the boundary line. This sand fell into the originally viscous blood pool, quickly absorbing the surrounding blood.

In just a few seconds, the nauseating pool of blood at Baphomet's feet was largely filled in, turning into a muddy, dark red sandy area.

Baphomet stood amidst the swirling sand and dust, his enormous black wings suddenly unfurling behind him.

A sudden gust of wind swept up the surrounding sand and dust. It flapped its wings forcefully, and its massive body slowly lifted off the ground, hovering in mid-air, looking down at the people on the wooden stage.

The hellfire between the two curved ram's horns burned ever brighter.

"I'm tired of this boring trick. It's time for this farce to end."

It slowly raised its finger and pointed directly at Hedley, who was standing in the center of the stage.

At this critical moment, more than a dozen thick chains of holy light shot into the sky like raging pythons, tightly binding Baphomet's fingers.

Holy light and hellfire collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a piercing corrosive sound. Hannah's arms trembled violently as the terrifying power emanating from the A-rank demon pressed down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

At the same time, Evan, at the back of the group, released the bowstring that had been stretched to its limit.

"Whoosh"

A specially made arrow tore through the air, leaving a dazzling silver trail in mid-air.

Baphomet's attention was briefly diverted by Hannah's chains, and he had no idea that there was such a sharp arrow coming from below.

"Pfft!"

The silver arrow pierced Baphomet's chest without any resistance, scorching large patches of dark red flesh and emitting pungent white smoke.

The next moment, Isaac also finished charging up, his head twisted into a huge fleshy trumpet aimed at the demon in mid-air, and the black bull horn emitting a teeth-grinding buzz.

"Bomb One" 6

The terrifying column of air slammed into Baphomet's massive left wing.

The large, fleshy wing was torn apart, leaving only a broken skeleton and a few wisps of burning, eerie blue flames.

Losing the balance of one wing, Baphomet's massive body lurched violently in mid-air, letting out a furious roar, and could no longer maintain its hovering posture, crashing heavily to the ground from high above.

"Bang!"

The ground trembled violently, and the muddy, blood-red sand was smashed into a huge crater, with dark red sand flying everywhere.

Hedley watched the falling demon, then slightly raised her head to look at the narrow slit directly above the stage, exchanging a glance with the little girl outside the toy box.

Seemingly sensing Hedley's intention, the little girl's lips curled into an innocent smile, and then she stretched out her two chubby hands and reached into the gap.

As the little girl withdrew her hand again, two enormous plush bears appeared out of thin air above the stage.

These two teddy bears are over five meters tall, one black and one white. Their workmanship is extremely rough, with huge stitches all over their bodies. Their mouths are even deliberately pulled up to their ears, revealing a grinning, evil, and wicked expression.

The polar bear was carrying an exaggeratedly large wooden hammer, while the black bear was carrying a huge, rusty iron axe.

The moment they landed, the button eyes of the two giant bears flashed with an eerie red light, and at the same time let out a muffled roar. They took off with their thick legs and ran wildly toward Baphomet, who had just struggled to his feet from the deep pit.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The giant bear's heavy footsteps pounded on the wooden floor, shaking the entire stage violently. The white bear raised its giant wooden hammer high, while the black bear swung its rusty iron axe, lunging at the A-level demon from the left and right.

Baphomet straightened up from the muddy, blood-soaked sand. The arrow wound in its chest and the broken wing drove it into a frenzy. Its murky, dark purple eyes were fixed on the two charging teddy bears, and it let out a deafening roar.

"Ants!"

It suddenly raised its hands and swung them forward with force, unleashing a violent force of disintegration that swept across the ground and collided head-on with the charging black and white bears.

The two enormous, menacing teddy bears didn't even have time to swing their weapons before their massive bodies froze in mid-air. Then, with two muffled explosions, the black and white bears' bodies burst open from the inside.

The massive amount of white cotton filling inside was released from its restraints and, under the impact of the explosion, sprayed wildly in all directions.

These cotton fibers, light and dense, drifted down gracefully from mid-air.

In just a few seconds, the entire stage and the surrounding blood-red plain were transformed into a scene resembling a blizzard, with white cotton wool completely obscuring the sky.

Amidst the swirling cotton wool and dust, Baphomet struggled to stand upright from the deep pit. It tried to spread its fleshy wings, only to find that its broken left wing showed no signs of regeneration.

Moreover, its dark red skin surface is visibly swelling with countless murky blisters.

The blisters burst one after another, oozing foul-smelling pus. Large patches of skin and flesh began to turn black and rot, peeling off piece by piece from the massive body and crashing into the muddy pool of blood.

It lowered its head and looked at the silver arrow stuck in its chest. It grabbed the shaft with its right hand and pulled it out forcefully, but only half of the empty shaft came out; the arrowhead was gone.

Baphomet looked down at the charred, bloody hole in his chest; the specially made arrow had completely destroyed its internal structure the moment it struck.

Only the very tip of the arrow remained sharp and hard, stuck firmly to the edge of its ventricle, constantly releasing deadly destructive force.

It let out a furious growl, plunged its claws into its own chest, and roughly rummaged through the flesh, prying out the blood-stained metal arrowhead.

"Damn radiation," it muttered under its breath.

A sudden burst of dark blue hellfire erupted from his palm, instantly melting the hard metal arrowhead into a wisp of smoke.

Behind them, Evan was still aiming at Baphomet, while turning his head to shout to his sister beside him, "Change arrows! Number 192!"

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Leah quickly put down the arrow-shaped canister labeled "Depleted Uranium Alloy," turned around, and took out another, heavier, fully enclosed lead canister from her tactical backpack. The canister's surface was clearly marked with a small string of letters—"Iridium-192."

She pressed the mechanical switch on the top of the jar, and a small hole popped open on the side of the jar. Leah quickly inserted a specially made hollow arrow shaft into the hole, and with a crisp "click," the arrowhead inside was precisely attached.

She immediately handed the assembled arrow to her brother, the two exchanging them with incredible speed, as if the arrow were some deadly plague.

Evan took the arrow, quickly nocked it onto the bowstring, and then pulled the bowstring sharply, producing a teeth-grinding pop. He released it abruptly, and the arrow shot out again as a streak of light.

Here we go again!

Baphomet looked at the arrows coming again, his eyes revealing undisguised annoyance. He snorted coldly, casually raised his right hand, and prepared to smash the arrow in mid-air.

However, just as the arrow was about to touch its claws, the arrowhead suddenly exploded in mid-air with a "poof".

A massive amount of silvery-gray metallic powder gushed out from the shattered arrow, covering Baphomet's upper body and clinging tightly to its face and chest.

This time, the killing effect was far more terrifying than the previous arrow. Baphomet's massive body trembled violently, and its flesh and skin seemed to have been splashed with a high concentration of strong acid, instantly beginning to fester and melt in large areas. Dark yellow pus mixed with black blood flowed down its body like a waterfall.

"Clatter".

With a muffled thud, its only remaining right wing melted off under the corrosive radiation, falling heavily onto the muddy sand and instantly turning into a puddle of foul-smelling rotten water.

It opened its fang-filled mouth and roared angrily, "Despicable mortals!"

Before he could finish speaking, the row of sharp teeth in his mouth fell out one by one due to the ulceration of his gums, and smashed to the ground mixed with black blood.

Baphomet was completely enraged and immediately activated the aggregation power within his body. The free-floating decomposition power in the surrounding air was instantly reversed, and the deadly metal powder that was attached to it was forcibly pulled and re-aggregated in mid-air into a metal sphere the size of a fist.

Then, Baphomet reached out and grabbed it, and the dark blue hellfire instantly enveloped the metal sphere, burning it completely in the blink of an eye.

Just as it was preparing to launch a counterattack, Hedley's calm voice rang out on the empty stage.

"Children, step back. Your mission is complete."

As she spoke, the white cotton fluff flying all around and the sand and dust that had been obscuring her vision instantly dissipated.

Baphomet then suddenly realized that the silver-gray ripples of Hedley's domain had silently spread to its feet and even covered the sky above its head.

The crimson plain that originally belonged to it has been completely squeezed out, and it is now standing firmly in the center of the puppet show stage.

Baphomet suddenly looked up at the ceiling, where the top of the toy box, which had originally only had a narrow slit, had been pried open from the outside.

A giant hand belonging to a little girl reached straight in through the open cardboard box, grabbed Baphomet's right leg, and lifted the A-class demon upside down into the air.

Children never know how to handle toys properly.

Baphomet immediately experienced this firsthand.

The little girl casually fiddled with her "new toy," then grabbed Baphomet's arms and forcefully yanked them in the exact opposite direction.

"Snap! Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound echoed through the hall as Baphomet's thick arms were snapped in two and hung limply at his sides.

Then, the little girl seemed to think that wasn't fun enough. She grabbed Baphomet's hideous ram head and wildly swung it around in mid-air, causing its massive body to shake violently and its cervical spine to groan under the strain.

After shaking it for a while, the little girl picked it up by the head and used its huge body as a hammer, slamming it hard down onto the hard wooden floor.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three consecutive heavy blows, Baphomet's sternum completely collapsed, and dark red fragments of his organs, mixed with black blood, gushed out of his mouth. His already festering body was now in a completely mangled state.

Then, the little girl reached out with her other hand and pulled out a pure silver knight doll from somewhere.

She held up the knight doll in front of Baphomet, letting out a clear laugh, and began to simulate the classic scene of a knight battling a demon.

Children imitate fighting in a very simple and brutal way—by banging two toys together.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The doll, which was originally so fragile in front of Baphomet, has now become stronger than the hardest alloy in the world under the little girl's rule.

Baphomet's head and torso were repeatedly and violently struck by the pure silver knight. Large chunks of dark red flesh were smashed away, and his bones were completely crushed. He was almost smashed into a pile of mangled flesh.

Baphomet let out a deafening roar, and all the remaining power within its body exploded at that moment. It activated its power aggregation once again, but this time, the target was not an external object, but itself.

Baphomet's battered body began to collapse and compress wildly inward. In the blink of an eye, the enormous demonic body was compressed to its limit, ultimately turning into an absolute black dot the size of a fingernail.

This black dot transformed into a black hole, unleashing an unimaginable and terrifying suction force.

The little girl's huge hand gripping it, the surrounding toy cardboard box walls, and even the sterling silver knight doll were all pulled and twisted by this violent suction force, and were eventually forcibly drawn into the black dot.

Hedley's puppet show box area completely collapsed under the tearing force of this absolute power. Everyone felt their feet sink into the ground and the originally hard wooden floor disappeared instantly.

"Thump!"

Sulong landed steadily on the ground, his tactical boots once again sinking into the viscous, dark red pool of blood. The surrounding blood-red plains and the mountains of corpses in the distance reappeared, and they were pulled back into Baphomet's territory.

Hedley's face was as pale as paper, and her body uncontrollably staggered back a few steps. A few drops of blood splattered onto the hem of her coat. Hannah reacted quickly and rushed forward to support her.

Before everyone could even stand still, the blood in the pool not far ahead began to churn violently.

Countless dark red blood droplets flowed upwards, rapidly intertwining and reshaping in mid-air. In just a few seconds, a perfectly intact Baphomet figure, exuding an even more terrifying and oppressive aura, materialized out of thin air.

Baphomet's massive body was completely reshaped in the pool of blood. His dark red flesh was even tougher than before, and the ghostly blue hellfire between his horns burned wildly, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

It stepped forward through the viscous blood, its heavy hooves creating ripples on the surface.

"Using those scraps of cloth and lint to block my vision, taking the opportunity to expand your territory and forcibly drag me into your rules—what a cunning tactic."

Baphomet looked up at the gap in the toy box that had disappeared, his tone tinged with coldness: "If that hand had grabbed my body just now, perhaps I would really be dead here today."

Hedley's expression was cold and stern as she gripped the small leather suitcase tightly. She didn't reply. Baphomet was far more difficult to deal with than she had imagined. The combo she had just used was the limit of what she could do, yet she still hadn't been able to kill him completely.

Behind him, Su Long's new arm finally stopped wriggling completely. The intact skin covered the last inch of muscle. He moved his five fingers, and the knuckles made a crisp cracking sound. A sense of power once again filled his entire right arm.

He looked at Baphomet ahead, and his heart skipped a beat.

During the battle, his spiritual vision had been locked onto Baphomet, but since it appeared, it had not only failed to detect the red weakness box, but even the demon itself appeared extremely blurry, like a chaotic mass of energy without substance.

Just as he was wondering, a flash of blue light appeared on his retina, and a familiar system notification popped up.

[Intelligence Insight Triggered, New Intelligence Found!]

Baphomet's true form is the blood moon within the domain.

Su Long suddenly raised his head and looked at the enormous, breathtaking blood moon. Its dark red light, like an invisible net, enveloped the entire blood-red plain.

He had always thought that this was just a background element of the A-level domain, but he never expected that it was its true form!

Su Long took a deep breath, stood up and stepped forward, looking directly at the hideous sheep face, and said with a cold smile, "Thank you for your generous reminder."

Baphomet squinted, saying nothing, simply watching his prey, who seemed oblivious to its own mortality.

Su Long continued, "Since you just admitted that we almost captured your true form, let me guess, your true self isn't hiding in one of the corpses behind you, is it?"

Baphomet paused for a moment, then scoffed disdainfully, "Foolish mortal, with so many corpses, you'll have to guess slowly."

It slowly raised its right arm, its fingertips once again gathering a despairing power of disintegration, its voice suddenly turning cold: "But before you guess right, I can easily kill you all!"

"Yeah?"

Su Long chuckled softly, then suddenly activated [Prometheus] with his mind.

"boom!"

The raging golden flames completely engulfed him, gradually coalescing and shaping above his head, eventually solidifying into a dazzling crown made of pure primordial fire.

This crown radiates a sacred and inviolable light, as if it were a spark left behind at the beginning of creation, carrying an absolute will to burn away all evil.

The disintegrating power gathering at Baphomet's fingertips suddenly froze, and for the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in its turbid eyes.

Bathed in golden flames, Surong raised his head, his gaze passing over Baphomet and locking onto the enormous blood moon in the sky: "Don't rush, the war of the domains is not over yet!"

The next moment, a dazzling golden sea of ​​fire exploded in all directions, centered on Su Long.

A whole new realm unfolds beneath Sulong's feet!

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