Chapter 1699
Chapter 1699 - 1695: God Above Gods
1,272 words
•
7 min read
"Are you sure it is the God Above Gods?"
"... Its energy level transcends that of ordinary deities, it’s at the Qualitative Change Level. It’s warping the rules of the world."
"Can we win? We lack experience in dealing with such an opponent."
"We will win."
The calm words carried a determination to prevail, yet Lu Ping’an felt something subtle; the other party seemed to have uttered something rather unfortunate.
But considering how the presence of the Extraordinary had radically altered many forms of entertainment in this world, there was no need to be overly concerned with the opponent’s overconfidence... As an officer, it was also part of his duty to instill confidence in their warriors.
"That’s indeed an exaggeration..."
At this moment, Lu Ping’an, who possessed the Eye of Truth, also witnessed the existence of the "God Above Gods."
It was an entirely unexpected monster... It resembled a gigantic octopus, shrinking its body to squeeze into this "small jar" of a world.
Claws from two worlds pushed through, their pale Tentacles shining with a weird luster as they struggled to materialize and solidify.
Where the foremost points made contact, fully materialized entities emerged as black, distorted tentacles, covered with odd "faces" and "suction cups," their essence reeking with foulness and mutated flesh, like a grotesquely cancerous, mutated body in the late stages.
But there was no doubt about their strength.
Lu Ping’an witnessed with his own eyes how a Fishman’s "Overlord (eighth-tier)" was touched by one of those tentacles and reduced to a dried husk in just two bites.
Yes, that was an eighth-tier lord from the Fishman’s side... Clearly, this thing was either too lazy to distinguish friends from foes, or simply saw no need to do so.
The world seemed to wail, as more Spatial Rifts were forced open, the monstrous entity attempting to squeeze even more of its "being" into this fragile native world.
At this moment, Lu Ping’an somewhat wished the battlefield were in the Exotic Realm... Facing such a foe, whatever the outcome, the entire world was likely to bear immense pressure.
"Sea level has risen by more than two meters, many islands in the Pacific Ocean have already disappeared, and numerous countries are suffering from floods..."
"The domestic front is inquiring, should we respond immediately?"
"There are Quasi-Gods who have gone missing... likely defected."
"Evil Gods hunting in the Pacific are asking if they need to provide support."
"The United Coalition (temporary international) asks us to hold out longer, to probe a bit, reinforcements are on their way."
The messages from all sides were mixed, quite delicate.
And Lu Ping’an, who seemed to have no assignments, was just silently observing the monster before him... He found it somewhat familiar, inexplicably recalling someone he knew from before.
"Ugh, it kind of resembles the Son of the Evil God – surely a true, fully-formed Son of the Evil God doesn’t look like this...."
A sudden explosion of sound drew Lu Ping’an’s attention.
A wooden carving hanging from his neck shattered; it was the "mask" given to him by Elder Liu, also the item that cloaked his "Octopus Curse."
"... Blasphemy... Death..."
Uncanny whispers echoed in Lu Ping’an’s ears, bizarre Shadows wrapping around him, sending chills throughout his body as if something ominous had glanced at him from the beyond... and so, he glared back!
He saw, in the void, the huge abomination, that ugly, foul-smelling, malformed foolish glutton...
In that moment, Lu Ping’an exploded.
Minutes later, a figure reappeared there, surrounded by his own bloodied remains.
"Tsk, short-tempered."
Lu Ping’an sighed. Right now, his life was quite expensive. Dying just like this felt like a loss.
But "interference" is always mutual; observation is a part of interference. At the cost of one life, Lu Ping’an had also gained quite a bit.
It’s like when two hands clasp together; even if one crushes the other, the sweat and fingerprints will still be recorded by the loser.
"...Let’s see first."
Lu Ping’an was in no hurry to speak; he just stopped the cleaning crew ready to deal with his dead body... Objects contaminated by the opponent were too dangerous and required special handling.
At the same time, he also sent out an "all clear" to ease the minds of those who were watching.
And it seemed someone couldn’t wait any longer.
The airships in the sky had already launched their attacks without any hesitation.
Even at this moment, Lu Ping’an admired their courage and foolishness... Those chunks of flesh the size of ships, even without the enhancement of Extraordinary Power, do you think using incendiary bombs makes sense?
But of course, an attack naturally brings a response. At that moment, Lu Ping’an saw the "light".
A beam of white light slashed across the sky, turning the entire heavens into a vast expanse!
Loads of airships were directly "erased", and even the low-level Extraordinaries didn’t understand what had happened.
Lu Ping’an saw... It was a form of malice, a form of gluttony.
"They were consumed."
Lu Ping’an also couldn’t understand how it was done, but the facts lay before him; that group of more than twenty large airships had just vanished.
The only thing that could be hoped for was that to the west, they had already started "taking turns" in battle, so it wouldn’t really end just yet.
"Retreat? Never!"
But from the English communications, the personnel on rotating duty apparently had other thoughts.
The eerie rays were fired again, this time the stricken area disappeared completely, taking with it both the seawater and the military ships.
A multitude of voids formed whirlpools, and the contorted faces struggling on the distorted limbs seemed to be searching for the next target.
A retreat? Perhaps the most sensible decision indeed would be to do just that. The military at the frontline had already probed the enemy’s hand, the strategic mission had been completed, and perhaps it would be wise to regroup...
"We absolutely cannot retreat! This is our only chance!"
The General roaring into the communicator caught Lu Ping’an’s attention and made him nod silently.
The situation had developed to such a stage, it was no longer just the Eastern Country’s affair... Centering around it, the entire world was stirred into action, with countless forces yearning for victory and liberation actively joining the war.
And once there was a retreat, it meant "defeat"... For many individuals and powers that had a way out, it meant it was time to leave this planet.
Meanwhile, the enemy might continue to reinforce and also mend the gaps in their defenses, making it much more difficult to strike again next time.
Add to that, the looming disaster of sea levels rising... Predictably, once giving up, organizing the next campaign within six months seems improbable, and whether this world still has six months is unknown.
"But such an attack..."
This totally incomprehensible form of attack evoked fear and unease, even the airships had Quasi-Gods aboard, and now there was complete loss of contact.
Facing a powerful enemy, the weaker dare to try, but against an incomprehensible monster, courage naturally wanes substantially along with reasoning...
"...If there is a trail to follow, I can provide some guidance. Moreover, It does pay a price for these attacks, Its limb has already withered from each assault, like a sponge losing its moisture, and It only has eight claws." Lu Ping’an, however, chose this moment to step forward.
— End of Chapter 1699 —