If they all died here, and the rift to the Abyss on the demon engine grew ever larger, eventually forming a tide of demons that swept over the world, what then? Could the new blood of the battle squad escape?
“Focus, watch closely.”
Rizzo’s reminder pulled Matins back from his wild thoughts. Find your next adventure on empire
Rizzo’s voice continued, “This isn’t the one we encountered back then, they’re different.”
This statement helped Matins regain his senses even more.
He observed carefully but found nothing unusual, whether in the spiritual pressure, the appearance, or the suffocating stench; all seemed unchanged.
As if sensing Matins’s confusion, Rizzo explained further, “The surrounding environment.”
Matins had an epiphany.
Indeed, as Rizzo said, the presence of demons requires the support of the surrounding environment. The rift to the Chaotic Abyss did indeed let some of the abyssal atmosphere seep into the real world, but the rift was too small, and it hadn’t been open long enough.
The extent of the overlay on the real world shouldn’t be enough to support the appearance of the most terrifying enemies, like the Great Unclean Ones.
Could this one be only for show?
But what if this judgment was wrong?
“No matter the situation, we have to go in,” Rizzo said, “We have no room to fall back, the Abyss rift can be only resolved best now, delaying will only make the problem worse.”
“I understand,” Matins took a deep breath, then quickly began arranging the battle tasks.
…
Ge Wajia…
Or rather, the Great Unclean One temporarily using the name Ge Wajia, had long sensed the humans who had entered the same space.
But it didn’t care.
To it, those insects were inconsequential, the real task was to expand the Abyss rift as much as possible in the meantime.
It was just a bit slow.
Swinging a giant bell — or more accurately, a bronze bell — it produced bursts of sound. Dark magic surged from within, seeking contact with its true form in the Abyss. Through its efforts, the Abyss rift was finally widened a little. At least, those demons rushing to come forth found it easier now to emerge.
But Ge Wajia was still not satisfied.
The Spiritualized Gas Field supporting this place was a bit small; the prior Despair Ritual had not been completed perfectly and had been rushed, resulting in the energy drawn from the Spiritualized Gas Field turning into chaotical despair power too slowly.
But these were the conditions it had, no choice.
As for whether it would be disrupted by those outsiders…
Heh, the great Ge Wajia had already taken a mortal body to come here. Although the body’s original essence wasn’t strong and there hadn’t been enough time to drag out its Abyssal essence from the rift, it still didn’t think anything on this planet could threaten it, force it out of the real world.
However, when those guys actually charged out, it was taken aback for a moment.
Especially the one in the lead, the huge red Terminator Power Armor, which brought back some unpleasant memories.
Once, when conquering and devouring a planet, it had been blinded in both eyes by a group of similar beings in different liveries, had half its head split open, and one hand chopped off.
Though it had eventually won, repairing those injuries had taken some time.
The fierce human assaults, brimming with courage, caused much more severe damage than any gunfire and were much harder to recover from.
It took decades, only recently reaching its peak condition again.
Having regained full strength, Ge Wajia had hastily continued to serve its benefactor, taking charge of the invasion of a small world. It so happened that there was a mortal here who had received the benefactor’s grace, a suitable bridge.
By the present moment, it had thought everything was almost in hand, the entire world was about to fall into its grasp. But it hadn’t expected that among the human insects arriving at a critical moment, there would also be an annoying interstellar warrior.
And one clad in Terminator Power Armor, at that.
He was not too happy.
On one hand, it reminded him of some not too pleasant memories, on the other hand, he also felt a bit nervous.
If it had been a normal time, he would have killed those four interstellar warriors and the human soldiers following them as if it were nothing.
But now, the essence of his power was not yet sufficient here, which actually made him a bit nervous.
He did not overestimate himself, withdrawing from his expansion of the Abyss rift, but rather, he lifted the bronze bell in his hand and with a fierce shake, charged towards the approaching humans.
From the numerous pustules and open wounds on his body suddenly emerged a great quantity of monsters.
Plague Fly Swarm!
The Plague Flies, as large as puppies, flew out in great numbers, along with the freshly emerged Plaguebearers and Plague Wraiths from the Abyss rift, launching an assault on the humans.
In an instant, red laser beams were in full play!
The human soldiers who followed right behind the interstellar warriors fired their weapons with exceptional skill, directing their firepower at the monsters.
The Great Unclean one, Ge Wajia, had to admit that, apart from those interstellar warriors, the rest of the human soldiers were no weaklings either.
His little darlings had been shot and killed in great numbers in that round of fire.
He felt anger, and with a roar, he swung his rust-pocked greatsword overhead at the warrior charging at the forefront!
The Great Unclean one’s swing, seemingly without skill, was merely a powerful chopping strike, but Matins, who bore the brunt of it, felt as though there was nowhere to hide. He could only roar as he lifted his Power Sword to meet the strike.
According to his past experience, anyone who tried to resist the Great Unclean one’s greatsword had met their end with a single slash.
He could no longer concern himself with what might happen to him, and could only resist with all his might.
The rust-pocked greatsword came crashing down.
But amidst the ‘clang,’ Matins actually withstood it!
Even though he felt like he was withstanding the heaviest slash he had ever encountered in his life, he did indeed manage to bear it with his firm will and the strong support of his ‘righteous model’ Terminator Power Armor.
Ge Wajia was full of hatred!
Previously, he had been praising the original owner of this body for making the right choice by merging with him, being devoured by him, and allowing him to descend upon this world; now, he was cursing the frailty of this body, which meant the physical form he had created upon his arrival could muster at most one percent of the strength from his heyday!
But what other choice did he have?
While he increased the strength of his swing, his other hand furiously rang the bronze bell.
With the naked eye, one could see the dark green Spiritual Energy gathering with the swinging of the bell, seemingly concentrating some terrifying force.
Just then, Ge Wajia felt his strength suddenly weaken by a third, and he could not even suppress Matins anymore.
The squad leader seized the opportunity when the pressure suddenly decreased, pushed the greatsword away with force, and then raised his other hand to fiercely bombard the Great Unclean one’s exposed intestines with a heavy explosive grenade.
Pus and foul blood spattered; the struck demon staggered back several steps — he sadly found that even his resistance to damage had greatly diminished.
This was not the way to fight.
He once again turned his gaze towards the Priest standing next to Matins.
The Priest held the holy emblem of the pseudo-emperor against his chest, reciting the detestable scripture.
This was the culprit weakening his strength.
It was dispersing the influence of the Abyss, causing the power support Ge Wajia got from the Abyss rift to diminish even further.
But this Priest was clearly not as difficult to deal with as the one clad in Terminator Power Armor.
Ge Wajia malevolently aimed the bronze bell at him, and the power that had not yet finished accumulating, but was already terrifyingly substantial, was directly blasted at him!