Free Web NovelChapter 1162: No Rest for Conquerors
Terror finally broke through on Xarvok’s face.
"That’s impossible!"
He stared at Ethan, voice shaking.
"We’re both outside the Infernal Abyss. Our demonic power should be leaking away every day. So why is yours still that dense?!"
He understood it perfectly—if this dragged on, he would die.
He was only a remnant soul, squatting in someone else’s body. He couldn’t afford sustained consumption.
But Ethan’s power showed no sign of drying up. If anything, the longer they fought, the heavier it became—denser, purer, more tyrannical with every exchange.
Ethan didn’t give him space to retreat.
Ghastly white lightning detonated under Ethan’s feet, and he flashed right in front of Xarvok. One hand clamped down on Xarvok’s head. As Ethan’s five fingers locked, transparent electric light and ghastly white lightning poured straight from his palm into Xarvok’s body.
"You talk too much," Ethan said coldly.
"And you’re not getting an answer."
Xarvok struggled like a madman. Brown flames burst from within, trying to burn Ethan’s arm off—
But Ethan’s lightning had already penetrated deep, severing the link between the remnant soul and the stolen body with brutal precision.
In the next instant, that domineering energy fully erupted.
Boom!
The body Xarvok occupied exploded into shredded meat on the spot.
Silver-white Primordial Force, brown flames, and void energy all went berserk at once, whipping outward in chaotic streams.
Ethan flicked his hand. Ghastly white lightning formed a heavy defensive layer around him, blocking the raging currents.
But he didn’t stop.
A twisted remnant soul shot out of the exploding mess, trying to slip into a nearby dimensional crack.
That soul carried brown flame, moving fast—appearing and instantly sprinting for the edge of the battlefield.
Ethan had been waiting for exactly that.
Ghastly white lightning became a net, closing in from every direction and imprisoning Xarvok’s soul midair. Inside the web, the remnant slammed into the bars again and again, shrieking in sharp, hateful howls.
Ethan tightened his fingers.
The lightning net compressed with him.
Xarvok’s soul was peeled apart layer by layer by the pale-white arcs. The brown flames were ground out by force. His final venomous scream didn’t get far before the lightning shredded him completely.
The sky went quiet for a heartbeat.
Then a silver-white gemstone dropped out of the collapsing energy at the center. freeweɓnøvel.com
As it fell, a few lingering strands of ghastly white lightning still coiled around it.
Ethan reached out and grabbed.
The gem cut through the broken turbulence and landed in his palm.
It was heavy—unnaturally so. Inside, silver-white light rotated slowly, as if Xarvok’s leftover strength, that silver Primordial Force, and the stolen body’s original source aura had all been compressed together into a single core.
More importantly, a thick trace of Infernal Abyss aura still lingered inside.
Ethan stared at the gem, and the chill in his eyes gradually gave way to excitement.
In the head-on clash with Xarvok, he’d burned through a lot of Infernal Primordial Power. This gem could refill what he’d spent.
Ghastly white lightning slid through his fingers and wrapped around it. Fine patterns lit across the gem’s surface, and the power inside began to tug gently toward Ethan’s body.
Perfect timing.
Meanwhile, the battle above the mine was already entering its final phase.
With Xarvok erased, the silver giant army’s momentum collapsed.
Their formation—barely holding by combining power—started tearing open with huge gaps the moment their core powerhouse died. Fallen Star Guard pressed in immediately. Powered Combat Armor units cut from the flanks, breaking apart any silver figures still trying to resist.
Bodies kept falling from the sky.
The silver army’s casualties climbed fast. Worse, Maldrake was dead, and Xarvok had just had his soul blown apart in front of everyone.
The two beings who could have held them in place were gone. The rest no longer had the nerve to keep fighting.
Soon, the first wave of silver giants lowered their weapons and dropped to their knees in midair.
Then more followed.
And more.
Ethan hovered at the center of the battlefield, sweeping his gaze over the survivors without speaking right away.
The silver giants kept their heads down. Their glow had been suppressed to the bare minimum, and one by one, their weapons floated in front of them—no one daring to grip anything too tightly.
"Disarm."
Just two words.
Emerald Castle soldiers moved in immediately, stripping the silver giants of everything that could be used to fight—weapons, energy cores, and any combat-linked devices on their bodies.
A few goblin engineers went even further, ripping out parts of their external energy interfaces on the spot to make sure they couldn’t reorganize a counterattack anytime soon.
They were added to Emerald Castle’s control sequence.
But Ethan didn’t give them real combat authority.
For now, they had no right to stand in Emerald Castle’s formations, and no right to carry weapons and follow him on future expeditions. Their first assignment was to enter the mine—dig ore, repair the camp, haul energy crystals.
In plain terms?
They were slaves. freewebnovel.cσ๓
The silver giants didn’t resist.
They’d just watched what happened to Maldrake and Xarvok. Everyone understood that at a moment like this, saying one extra word was a good way to die faster.
Once the arrangements were made, the fighting above the mine finally began to die out.
The temporary camp spun back up. Creature Dwellings drew in energy from the surrounding veins. Wounded soldiers were moved to the rear. Goblin engineering teams started reinforcing the perimeter.
But the calm didn’t last long.
A strange energy ripple suddenly spread through heaven and earth.
It expanded out of the deep distance like an invisible curtain, sweeping over the entire area around the mine.
The sky—only just stabilized—warped again. The air wrinkled in layers, and then, not far away, it split open into a fresh spatial rift.
Ethan’s brows snapped together.
He’d barely planted his feet here, and someone else was already arriving.
This world was even more troublesome than he’d expected. The mine had only just fallen into his hands, the camp wasn’t fully formed yet, and factions were already showing up one after another.
If he didn’t build a truly solid main base here—fast—Emerald Castle’s "temporary" camp would eventually get ripped apart by the endless stream of enemies.
