Volume 4, Chapter 93 – The Fifth Ancestor’s Final Gambit, Convergence of Resentment

“Damn evil god!! As the supreme commander of the Blood Guards, I absolutely won’t let you…?!!”

——”Crack!!”——

Before this Divine Departure Realm expert could finish his words, a black thorn suddenly burst from underground without warning, piercing through his heart without hesitation.

Immediately after, countless barbs sprouted from the thorn, instantly blasting this expert—who had just unleashed his power and prepared to fight desperately—into a bloody mist.

As a Divine Departure Realm expert, his manner of death was quite pathetic.

But at least he wasn’t alone.

…

At this moment, above the ruins of Nether Palace, scorched earth and broken walls were scattered everywhere, as if everything was telling the tale of the fierce battle that had just occurred. And now, within those ruins of broken walls and debris, a cold yet beautiful figure was leisurely strolling through.

With each step the elf girl took, the ground beneath her feet would instantly freeze over with a layer of frost.

Black thorns danced around her body, and one terrifying Crimson Spectre Eye after another constantly watched everything around them, emanating a soul-trembling sense of oppression.

Bai Lianyue held an ice-blue longsword, her steps light and leisurely, gracefully dancing with the ice blade in her hand as if she were dancing.

On the other side, facing Bai Lianyue’s killing intent, Duan naturally couldn’t just sit and wait for death, directly summoning the Paradise Manor forces stationed at Nether Palace.

It must be said that Paradise Manor’s foundation was indeed substantial.

Even after the evil god miss had demolished most of Nether Palace, Duan was still able to summon a large army.

Starting from several minutes ago, soldiers from Paradise Manor and Blood Guards members under Duan’s command came rushing from all directions like a tide. Countless summoned beasts and combat mechs roared as they joined in, like an apocalyptic steel torrent sweeping forward.

However, for Bai Lianyue at the evil god tier, these powerful military forces—sufficient to flatten an entire country—were meaningless.

Before these troops could even approach, their fate was already sealed.

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Black thorns spread wildly like living creatures, as if obeying Bai Lianyue’s will, violently bursting from the ground and instantly piercing through approaching mechs. Those massive steel monsters were instantly shredded into scrap, while the large summoned beasts were wrapped and torn apart by the thorns like twisted dough, their agonized wails echoing miserably through the air.

The distant artillery platforms and supporting fighter jets and warships weren’t to be outdone either, locking onto the elf girl in Nether Palace and firing dense barrages of missiles and energy blasts.

However, the moment these attacks approached Nether Palace, a chill swept across heaven and earth, as if winter’s end had descended.

All missiles and energy streams instantly froze into ice, shattering in mid-air into crystal-clear ice fragments that fell like rain among the ruins, becoming silent laments.

Witnessing these scenes, Bai Lianyue’s expression remained indifferent, her lips even carrying a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

Within that smile was cruelty.

Just like that, wearing a cruel smile, Bai Lianyue swung her ice sword while walking, cutting down the Paradise Manor members who had luckily avoided the thorn purgatory one by one, slicing them in half.

Blood scattered everywhere, gradually dyeing the elf’s clothes crimson red.

The crimson dress, combined with the eerie smile on her blood-stained face, made Bai Lianyue look quite demonic at this moment, sending chills down one’s spine.

However, what was even more unnerving was…

When killing these Paradise Manor members, Bai Lianyue didn’t even look at them. Her gaze remained constantly focused on Duan, who was continuously trying to escape in the distance.

…

After casually slicing apart another Blood Guards member, Bai Lianyue leisurely hurled the ice sword in her hand!

“Whoosh!!”

Accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom, Duan’s head was once again blasted into ice shards, and his entire body crashed to the ground in a pathetic state.

Of course, as an Ancestor of Solrog, Duan’s vitality was not to be underestimated. A mere head explosion wasn’t enough to kill him. Soon, this Fifth Ancestor had completed regenerating his head and struggled to get up from the ground.

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After that, Duan looked at the evil god miss approaching him with a face full of terror and in a pathetic state.

“You… you monster…”

“Oh~”

Faced with Duan’s words, Bai Lianyue playfully raised an eyebrow.

“What’s this, not running anymore? Out of stamina? Can’t keep going so soon… Your constitution is really poor.”

The evil god miss mocked.

Clearly, Bai Lianyue was currently toying with and torturing her prey. Although this didn’t match the evil god miss’s usual style, to vent the anger that had been building in her heart for so long, Bai Lianyue still decided to do this.

As for Bai Lianyue’s words, aside from biting his lips tightly, Duan couldn’t refute them at all.

Stamina? How could he possibly still have stamina?!

From just now until now, his torso had been destroyed by the evil god 48 times, his arms severed 197 times, his legs twisted and torn 125 times, his head blown apart 40 times…

Even though he possessed super-strong regenerative abilities as an Ancestor, he couldn’t withstand this kind of torment!

“You beast…”

Duan cursed viciously.

The moment the words left his mouth, a black thorn drilled up from underground and pierced through his throat.

“Still dare to curse me? You’ve got some nerve~”

Bai Lianyue said contemptuously. While speaking, she also casually threw an ice sword that pierced through Duan’s little brother…

“Cough cough cough!!”

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Under the constant torment of severe pain, Duan seemed to have become numb to suffering.

So much so that he wasn’t letting out heart-wrenching wails now, just simply coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing this, Bai Lianyue tilted her head, a trace of disappointment flashing in her crimson pupils.

“Looks like he’s almost broken.”

While talking to herself, ice-blue curse power condensed in the evil god miss’s hand again, forming another ice blade.

“In that case, let’s end this.”

Before her words finished, sinister killing intent enveloped Duan. The substantial killing intent slammed down on Duan like a hydraulic press, making it difficult for him to breathe and nearly stopping his heartbeat.

Emotions of fear continuously overflowed from the depths of his heart.

“No, no, don’t…”

Although Duan had grown accustomed to severe pain, he definitely didn’t want to die here like this.

He still hadn’t become Lord Astral’s greatest servant—he absolutely couldn’t die here!!!

To survive, while desperately moving his body backward trying to get as far away from Bai Lianyue as possible, Duan continuously attempted to summon Xi and have his loyal subordinates charge forward to deal with Bai Lianyue.

Unfortunately, there was still no word from the First Savior.

As for his guards? And those Paradise Manor warriors?

They were already mostly dead and wounded, with almost no fighting capability left.

Glancing toward the distance—behind Bai Lianyue at the mountain of corpses and bones, and those Paradise Manor forces lying in the sea of corpses and blood barely clinging to life—Duan’s heart was nearly in despair.

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“A, a bunch of, use, useless…”

Hearing this, the evil god miss disdainfully raised an eyebrow.

“Still talking about your subordinates? Aren’t you just as useless yourself?”

A boss who kept calling subordinates to die for him—did he have the right to say such things?

“?!!”

The moment he heard these words, Duan’s eyes suddenly contracted, and his entire being hysterically shook his head frantically.

“No, no!! No!! I’m not useless!! I’m not useless!! I’m Lord Astral’s most capable servant, not some useless thing!!”

While repeating this to himself, Duan struggled to crawl toward the distance.

Just as he was continuously crawling, Duan’s body suddenly stiffened. At this moment, as his consciousness was about to collapse, a crazy idea suddenly emerged in Duan’s mind.

Staring intently at the stone slab floor within the Sacred Spirit Hall ruins in the distance, Duan suddenly gritted his teeth.

Right, I’m not useless.

This isn’t over yet!!

I… still have one last resort!

Thinking this, a cold gleam suddenly flashed in Duan’s eyes as he raised his hand and slapped the ground in front of him like a desperate final gambit.

——”Mystic Art – Soul-Reaping Threads!!”——

All the resentment!! Come gather to me ahhhhhhh!!