Chapter 1525
Chapter 1525 - 1521: Interceptor
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The young man remained seated on the Throne, not out of dignity... he merely stood there and became the focal point of countless gazes.
He could no longer leave the Throne, to be precise, the entire "Blackfire World" was his existence, so there was no need to leave.
"...Kill them."
His calm words were the most merciless declaration.
When the black army swept in, originally thought to be allies, the checkpoints and fortresses were utterly unprepared.
The first wave of the vanguard was the "Undead."
These beings who had once died were summoned back to the Mortal World by their master, fearless of anything.
They madly charged forward. Whether joyously or crazily, they threw themselves at their enemies.
Defense? Preserving life? What were those?
This wasn’t a simple and reckless charge but rather the most efficient, cost-effective method of slaughter.
They used their lives as currency to trade for strategic points on the battlefield, a large number of enemy troops, the lives of enemy leaders... As long as they made significant contributions, their master would revive them.
And that meant if they did not take multiple times more lives, if they did not bring their master a "surplus" of lives, he would disregard them without hesitation.
"I’m level 3 now!" People continuously shouted similar phrases, such a tangible strengthening that no Extraordinary could resist.
"Level 4... My power, my whole body is power!"
And the battlefield’s "upgrade system" provided the most direct military merits feedback, tangible power, immortal life, and the pleasure of constantly drawing life, how could they possibly stop.
From the moment they were tainted with Dark Fire, they were destined to burn everything.
Wildfire began to spread, and ahead lay an infinite "prairie."
The heartless striking the unguarded, attacking a fortress whose defenses were empty and main forces redeployed, how could it possibly hold up.
Soon, the black flames burned the fortress down, leaving behind only corpses and ruins, and the army advanced once again.
"It seems, there’s no change."
In an unknown world beneath the same Octopus, following the World Rules revised and adjusted by that "great being," the Blackfire Legion needed no adaptation.
They continued burning in the new world, igniting more and more oceans.
This time, they finally received a name bestowed by their master, a "true name" destined to be remembered across the Multi-universe.
"Uh... let’s call it the Burning Legion."
The "master" giving the name carried an unusual smile, and when the blazing long-horned Demon War Flag spread across the infinite universes, this "name" also signified the arrival of death.
When the Burning Legion encountered the first city, they did not attack directly as usual.
In fact, just after entering the new world, after receiving the burning flaming War Flags from their master, they began to divide their forces.
The Extraordinary War Flags always burned with black flames, as if the Black King watched over his legion... under the master’s command, the perpetually blazing legion spread like a plague.
Wildfire began to consume everything.
Slaughter, destruction, assimilation, erosion... the Burning Legion’s first appearance on the stage of Multi-universe history was in the form of devouring the world from which it was born.
The world nurtured disasters, and the disasters transcended the world.
The Balance Disaster Beast, whether by accident or inevitably, nurtured a new type of calamity.
Her "Black Holy Water" transformed into Lu’s "Black Holy Fire"... but essentially, they were not that different.
𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Their essence is also the "crystallization of Life Force", whether it is flame or water? It’s merely a different manifestation of energy and matter.
The Balance yearned for eternity, for infinite accumulation, like a reservoir, while the teenager only longed for a moment of brilliance, his ionic sparks were where he shone.
In Lu’s own malicious interpretation, one was a miser who only took in and never gave out, and the other desired circulation, burning, and even grand scenes... Chris, who pursued immortality, and Lu Ping’an who began to pursue the brilliance unique to short-lived species, seemed destined to diverge.
"I am everywhere, or rather, since the Ten Thousand Spirits can split into all things, and all things can gather into the Ten Thousand Spirits, why can’t those flames, those dispersed throughout various worlds, all be me..."
It might have been a hint given by Lord Xiuyi or the understanding of the essence of life by the Ten Thousand Spirits in the past, but Lu Ping’an had a deeper and more straightforward understanding of his "Life."
"Myself, too, is a piece of life, a gathering of Life-points..."
In Lu Ping’an’s eyes, flames danced again, seemingly with numbers gathering above them.
After all, these flames were still gatherings of life... so, Life-points flowing out would constitute this world of fire.
Lu Ping’an, of course, could not act; in a sense, he was now the "Trading Land."
After losing the Trading Land, Lu Ping’an himself became the Trading Land. He watched the gradually receding legion and their raised War Flags, each also a "number."
Flames were diverging, Life-points were also diverging... but that wasn’t anything serious, life naturally gathers and disperses; "life currency" just needed to keep circulating, so this "bank" could continue.
"Indeed, have they come... haha, two Quasi-Gods, you really think highly of me."
The young man, this Overlord, encountered his deserved "retribution."
In this world, probably few are more hated than a betrayer... and a betrayer who betrayed his own race and nation, is indeed the worst.
Regardless of what others, the members of the Blackfire Army, thought, at least in the eyes of those "reinforcements" and "lords," the Black King was an undeniable betrayer.
The frontline was already a mess, merely plundering one’s world wasn’t much... they did this often.
But setting a fire on the frontline before leaving, and now effectively sabotaging the supply lines, it was a clear act of betrayal.
"Idiot, your abilities don’t match your ambition."
"Today, is your day of death, you should have had a great future..."
Being personally caught by two Quasi-Gods was Lu’s honor... but on another note, only the Quasi-Gods themselves could capture Lu Ping’an in such a short time, stopping the situation from worsening further.
Indeed, top combat powers needed few supplies, but once a vast army ran out of provisions, it caused a total collapse.
Extraordinary beings also have limits, especially when faced with an equal level of combat power... Professionals using their extraordinary power would overload, using losers to wear out their opponents’ extraordinary power was the simplest tactic to force high-level powers to withdraw, and if they were caught in a mass slaughter followed by equivalent power sniping, the drained extraordinaries would meet their end.
And if the present Blackfire Army were to start rolling fully, the whole rear might waver... if the frontline lords noticed their homeland was being stolen, they wouldn’t just obediently stay at the frontline.
Once tremors and desertions began, those remaining wouldn’t be fools; a chain collapse would naturally occur.
Those who could become top combat powers were generally not fools; they would rather bear the heavy losses on the frontline than quickly eliminate the betrayer Black King, partly to remove future threats and also to stabilize the faltering morale.
And facing the oppression of the two Quasi-Gods, the Blackfire Army did not disintegrate immediately.
Lu Ping’an still sat there issuing a challenge for the Mortals to duel the "Gods."
— End of Chapter 1525 —