Chapter 900: The End of the War
Sein and Reina plunged into the heart of the crater, deftly navigating through the scorching torrents of molten magma.
Behind them, the enraged demigod-level Ground Dragon, who had received a good beating from Reina, charged after them without a moment’s hesitation.
Its massive form, stretching nearly a thousand meters in length, made the Ground Dragon a perfect living cork as it burrowed headlong into the volcanic crater’s narrow opening.
Halfway through their descent, the dense energy beams began raining down from the sky. Sensing an overwhelming crisis, the Ground Dragon pressed onward, not just to pursue Sein and Reina but also driven by its primal instinct to survive.
The less intelligent a creature, the sharper its instincts and sense of impending danger.
Conversely, the creatures of higher intellect on this battlefield, like the Magus World mages, were momentarily paralyzed.
They stared at the cascading energy rays from above instead of casting magic shields on themselves.
No, even if the Rank One and Rank Two mages had erected magic shields in time, it would have been futile.
The sheer magnitude of the space fortress’ energy strikes—delivered in three relentless waves—was beyond their defenses!
A horrifying spectacle that could hardly be described with words unfolded in the heart of the Akre Plains.
The Gumo Plane’s native legions and the Magus World’s knights and mages were indiscriminately obliterated by the overwhelming might of the space fortress, falling like wheat before a scythe.
The fortress concentrated its firepower on the battlefield’s core, devastating nearly a tenth of the Akre Plains.
Beyond this core area, the destruction was less severe, though the residual shockwaves and elemental turbulence still wreaked havoc across the surrounding areas.
The Magus Civilization’s purpose in conquering worlds was never wanton destruction.
Yet, the devastation unfolding at the heart of the Akre Plains represented destruction in its purest, most ruthless form.
Wave after wave of energy beams tore through the battlefield, finally granting the Rank Five tower master a chance to break free.
However, the staggering expenditure of energy reserves and the catastrophic losses to its own mage legions raised a question: could a single Gumo Plane in the region ever compensate for such a cost?
The answer was almost certainly no.
If it could, the Tower Master of Dark Flame would have unleashed the space fortress’ maximum firepower long ago to wipe out the Gumo Plane’s forces entirely.
When the colossal space fortress released its second wave of destruction, a black pillar of energy surged from its main cannon, descending upon the plain.
The silver law array that had trapped Dark Flame for so long finally succumbed, shattering with a resounding noise.
Although the cannon’s first shot was aimed at the heart of the Akre Plains, the Tower Master of Dark Flame’s primary target was actually the Rank Four Guran Lizard God.
The Magus World’s space fortresses had always been comparable in power to creatures of Rank Four or higher, with its main cannon reputedly capable of killing such formidable beings.
However, in the countless millennia of the civilization’s war history, the number of Rank Four or higher extraplanar creatures that had perished under the space fortress’ cannon remained remarkably low.
No matter how many upgrades or modifications the fortress underwent, it remained an inanimate war platform co-operated by countless low-level lifeforms and could never be compared to a true Rank Four or higher living being.
Unless a Rank Four creature was foolish enough to remain stationary and waited to be hit, the space fortress’ main cannon—hampered by its lengthy charging time—served primarily as a devastating tool for annihilating vast legions of weaker creatures.
The Magus World powerhouses rarely attempted to use it specifically against foreign gods.
That said, it was entirely plausible for some specialized or customized cutting-edge space fortresses to possess the capability to combat such powerful entities.
However, Towr Master of Dark Flame’s space fortress clearly was not one of them.
Yet today, against all odds, another foreign god fell to a Magus World space fortress’ main cannon!
The Rank Four Guran Lizard God, trapped by the need to sustain the silver array, became an easy target.
The fortress’ main cannon fired a black Apocalyptical Death energy beam from the sky, obliterating half of the god’s body!
The destruction of half its head and heart proved fatal, especially given that the Guran Lizard God had already been gravely injured.
Like the Moknu High Priest before it, its lifeless divine body plummeted into the molten crater that had opened in the plane’s crust!
Within a short span of time, two native gods had fallen. The war in the Gumo Plane could pretty much be concluded here and now.
The space fortress’ second Apocalyptical Death beam had initially been aimed at the Goul Groundworm King, who had burrowed deep underground.
The sheer destructive power of the cannon terrified the Groundworm, which lacked the noble dedication of the Moknu High Priest Moknu or Guran Lizard God.
It was unusual enough for a plane to possess two fervent native gods. To have three would be extraordinary—and nearly impossible.
For creatures of Rank Four or higher, abandoning their home plane for the sake of survival was often an easy decision.
With the vast expanse of the Astral Realm before them, their immense power ensured they could carve out a place for themselves anywhere.
The Astral Realm was teeming with wandering gods. While some were travelers on training journeys, many were the unfortunate survivors of their lost homeplanes.
At this critical moment, however, the Goul Groundworm King’s mind failed to respond swiftly.
Instead of seizing the opportunity to escape when Dark Flame was weakened by breaking through the skies and fleeing this low-level plane, it turned its massive body around and burrowed deep into the ground, seeking the familiar safety of the vast and unyielding earth.
This ill-conceived decision effectively sealed its fate. By retreating underground, the Goul Groundworm King forfeited any chance of escape.
Given the magnitude of his losses, the Rank Five tower master was determined not to let this native god slip away.
A mere corpse would never compensate for the devastation wrought; the Goul Groundworm King must be captured alive!
Desperate and alone, the Goul Groundworm King’s efforts to flee were futile against the overwhelming power of Dark Flame.
Of course, the Goul Groundworm King still ended up leaving half of its body in the heart of the battlefield.
The devastating Apocalyptical Death beams had not only damaged the Gumo Plane’s crust but had also severed the creature’s massive body in two.
The upper half managed to burrow deep into the ground, but the lower half remained on the battlefield, limp and lifeless.
Dark Flame wasted no time. He swiftly enveloped the severed half of the Goul Groundworm King’s body with his umbra elemental fire, sealing it tightly.
Meanwhile, the elemental energy beams continued their relentless descent.
Dark Flame issued the command to halt the third wave of the space fortress’ attack.
With a swift motion, he raised his magic rod and conjured an enormous black magic shield that stretched across a third of the battlefield.
This shield provided partial protection to the knight and mage legions below, absorbing some of the energy beams raining down from above.
The battlefield was a scene of utter devastation—legions on both sides had suffered catastrophic losses.
Even Dark Flame, as cold and pragmatic as he was, found it difficult to endure the sight.