Free Web NovelAfter the Despair Witch's death, the Doomsday Mother Nest finally descended into complete madness.
The colossal nest body, which had once lorded over the Northern Territory like an unshakeable divine entity, let out a piercing wail as its core was severed. Though on the brink of death, it refused to fall.
It began its final struggle.
Flesh surged like a tide, and the corrupted meat walls abruptly closed, attempting to devour all remaining invaders.
Countless surviving stitched-up corpses convulsed wildly, thrashing and retaliating like puppets whose nerves had been severed. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Even with torn body cavities and festering brainstems, they still lunged at the nearest humans, biting, scratching, and roaring with their ravaged bodies!
A spore storm whipped up from all directions, carrying swirling waves of high temperature, high toxicity, and high corrosiveness.
Knights writhed and twitched on the ground, vomiting violently. Some blocked with their shields, but even their battle qi began to be corroded and consumed!
The ground swelled, and the cavity walls burst. The entire Mother Nest thrashed its internal organs like a deranged beast.
This final madness no longer followed logic; it sought only to drag its enemies into the abyss with it!
Ovaries tore, and spore plasma surged back, spewing blood columns dozens of meters high like a volcanic eruption.
Meat walls shattered and collapsed, like the shedding skin of a giant beast, as surging blood mixed with fragmented bones raged through the cave cavity.
And at the end of that collapsing passage, a figure still knelt, unyielding, as majestic and solemn as a statue, its crimson armor silently burning amidst the fragmented light and dust.
Gaius Calvin.
To protect Arthur's trail of light, he forcefully activated "Bloodline Talent: Indestructible Charge" four times in a row!
Each charge was a self-destructive immolation.
His bloodline boiled, nerves tore, and the sound of bones shattering echoed like thunder within his body.
His eyes were already as blood-red as molten gold, eardrums burst, and blood overflowed /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ from his mouth and nose. Every part of his body screamed—but he never retreated a single step.
He roared and laughed maniacally, using his own flesh as a battering ram and a shield wall, charging into the abyss four times.
And at the moment the fourth charge landed,
the instant he personally saw that light, the moment Arthur severed the Heart of the End.
He finally knelt.
He did not fall; instead, he knelt with the solemnity of a mission completed.
The crimson iron heavy armor dimmed inch by inch, and his battle qi slowly quieted like a dying furnace.
His armor remained facing forward, in the direction Arthur had charged, the hope he had protected.
The wind swept through the ruins of blood and spore plasma, reflecting his lingering silhouette.
But fate still refused to spare his last warmth.
“Gudda—”
A swarm of tentacles from within the Doomsday Mother Nest suddenly went berserk!
A writhing neural whip, thick as a stone pillar, suddenly descended from the cavernous ceiling, carrying tons of pressure, along with highly toxic spores and corrosive neural impulses, striking directly at Gaius's now motionless figure.
Arthur suddenly turned his head.
At this moment, his pupils contracted sharply; there was no time to think.
He almost forcibly sustained his already dried-up battle qi, instinctively charging through the aftershocks of flames and tremors. His light blade transformed into a blur, rushing towards Gaius!
"Bloodline Talent: Stance of Chasing Light" forcefully activated!
Every inch of his meridians burned, his battle qi speed broke through its limit, and his body was almost unable to bear it—but he still stood in front of Gaius!
Let "Boom!!!—"
The tentacle slammed down heavily, shattering the ground, and splashing corrosive fluid like a rain of fire.
As his battle qi was exhausted, his defense was incomplete, and his light blade had not returned.
Although that tentacle was severed with one strike, corrosive spore toxins had already rushed into Arthur's right arm along the wound!
“Ahhhhhhh—!”
His right arm, in a matter of seconds, turned from flesh to ash.
His entire arm, along with the light blade, shattered and fell to the ground, leaving only a stump of bone and armor dripping blood.
“Lord!” the distant knights cried out.
Arthur did not respond, simply hoisting Gaius onto his shoulder and charging towards the exit.
At the same time, a figure appeared at the edge of the collapse.
Duke Edmund propped up a shattered shield with one hand, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, dragging several survivors behind him.
“Don't stop—everyone, retreat!”
Boom!
Another section of the cavity wall fell, corpse fluid surged, and rotting flesh collapsed like a mountain.
The passage had collapsed, and time waited for no one.
“All personnel—evacuate!”
Edmund's roar echoed through the collapsing cavity, shaking the rock walls and dislodging dust.
Arthur, holding Gaius with one arm, led the charge into the still not fully closed flesh passage. The remaining survivors followed closely, stumbling through the blood plasma and spore dust, with a constantly collapsing, sinking, and writhing hell behind them!
They were fleeing.
No one fought anymore. They had already fought to exhaustion.
Some had lost a leg and were being carried forward by comrades; some were blind in one eye but still clung to a comrade, moving forward; some had bitten their lips, their throats whimpering, but refused to stop.
Those who lived had to walk out for those who died.
The Mother Nest's interior was collapsing, and spore plasma waterfalls surged back into the cavity, as if swallowing the last traces of battle.
Duke Edmund covered the rear, single-handedly propping up the last shattered wall, roaring hoarsely: “Hurry—go!!!”
Finally, before the Mother Nest's core completely fell, the last knight tumbled out of that flesh-and-blood purgatory.
The Core-Breaker Ten Squad: 103 people set out, only 42 returned.
They were once the Empire's proudest blades.
They were high-level transcendent beings, the most promising among the noble knights.
Many of them were the sole heirs of their families, sons of generals, all of them future pillars of the Empire.
And now, most of their names would forever remain on the path that charged into the Doomsday Mother Nest.
After everyone had escaped, that terrifying existence that had once crushed the Northern Territory finally reached its end.
After its final frenzy, the Doomsday Mother Nest finally collapsed.
The spore membrane burst, the cavity walls collapsed, the control core was shattered, the central nervous system broke, and the stitched-up monsters fell one after another, like puppets whose strings had been cut, turning into putrid sludge and black spore fluid.
The nest, once filled with eerie vitality, was now a disemboweled corpse, overflowing with endless spore plasma, fragmented flesh, and a sea of blood.
Black mist receded, the earth veins trembled, and storms echoed in the high sky.
The entire Doomsday Mother Nest, amidst flames and gravitational collapse, plummeted into the deep abyss of the earth's core.
Like a fallen temple, sinking into the depths of history and oblivion.
And almost at the same instant—
The Mother Nests scattered across the entire Northern Territory also collapsed.
Those smaller Mother Nests hidden beneath mountains, in glacial fissures, and in the depths of dead lakes, all echoed with violent tremors and structural collapse.
The dense swarms of insect corpses covering the desolate lands and city ruins suddenly stiffened.
They seemed to lose their controlling will, and in the next second, they collectively fell to the ground, their limbs twitching, festering, and disintegrating, turning into black spore fluid and foul sludge, flowing like an avalanche among the ruins.
No roars, no laments; the insect swarm simply died.
Without any transition, as if some unspeakable central consciousness had been completely extinguished, billions of Xenomorph (alien species) fell silent with it.
And at the bottom of the collapsing Doomsday Mother Nest, a mass of black insect shell slowly emerged.
It was an insect-like host the size of a palm, like a soul's incubation sac.
It had not died.
This was the Despair Witch's last will, and this calamity was quietly sliding into the depths of the earth crack, fleeing by instinct towards the distance.
Once in a safe place, it remained silent, enclosing itself, like an infant sleeping in a placenta.
Waiting for the next—incubation.
