Free Web NovelChapter 622: 622. We Got The Resistance And The Coalition now... It Doesn’t Matter
Rex was no longer a man; he was a machine of exquisite, rhythmic devastation. He didn’t just want to kill Cassandra; he wanted to deconstruct her divinity, piece by agonizing piece.
CRUNCH SPLAT!
He caught her by the throat with one gauntlet, lifting her limp, blood-soaked body off the ground. With the other, he began a relentless, localized bombardment.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
He hammered his fist into her stomach, each blow creating a visible ripple of trauma that traveled through her entire torso.
Squelch!
The sound of her internal organs being pulverized was audible even to the distant observers. He followed up by slamming her head against the ground, over and over, the earth cracking beneath her skull with every impact.
KRA KOOM! CRACK!
"Is this the ’strength’ you boasted of?" Rex growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of pure contempt.
He grabbed her jaw with both gauntlets, his fingers digging into the flesh, and with a sickening, slow CREEEEEEAK, he began to pull.
RRRRRIIIIIPPPPP!
A guttural, soul-shattering scream tore from Cassandra’s throat, a sound so high and so filled with pure, unadulterated agony that several soldiers in the front lines actually collapsed, clutching their ears as their eardrums bled. The sound was a jagged blade of noise that sliced through the silence of the battlefield.
He didn’t stop. He used his telekinesis to lift the shards of her own broken armor and drive them into her open wounds, turning her own protection into a thousand tiny, agonizing needles.
Stab! Twist! Pull!
The gore was everywhere, a thick, crimson mist that hung in the air, coating Rex’s muscular frame in a glistening, macabre sheen of red.
Finally, with a roar of pure, unbridled dominance, Rex gathered every ounce of his Earth Sovereign power into his legs. He leaped high into the air, silhouetted against the dark sky, and came crashing down in a final, definitive stomp directly onto her chest.
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The impact was a tectonic event. A massive shockwave of blood and pulverized stone erupted from the center, a red geyser that reached toward the heavens.
When the dust finally settled, Cassandra lay in the center of a crater, less a demon queen and more a broken, unrecognizable heap of meat and shattered divinity, her breathing a shallow, dying rattle.
Rex stood up, his gauntlets dripping with thick, dark ichor. He didn’t look tired.
He looked even more hungry and desirous of a lot of blood spilling, so he stood there, chest heaving slightly, his eyes scanning the horizon with a predatory, knowing glint. He wiped a smear of blood from his mask, his posture relaxed yet coiled like a spring.
He knew. He had anticipated this.
The silence of the battlefield was too heavy, too pregnant with tension. The soldiers of the Underlayer, the remnants of the resistance, were staring.
They had seen their greatest champion, the terrifying Cassandra, reduced to a broken doll. They had seen the invincible Rex turn a battlefield into a slaughterhouse.
Logic dictated they should flee.
Logic dictated they should surrender to the monster who had just dismantled one of the strongest warriors in the Underlayer.
But the Underlayer was a land forged in shadow and desperation. To them, the sight of Cassandra’s fall didn’t signal the end of the war; it signaled a vacuum of power.
They didn’t see a god to be feared; they saw a throne to be contested. They saw a beast that could be bled.
As Rex stood there, basking in the gore of his victory, he felt the shift in the air. A low, rhythmic drumming began to rise from the dark crevices of the Underlayer, the sound of thousands of boots hitting the ground in unison.
The resistance wasn’t retreating. They were surging forward.
They had watched their strongest fall, and instead of despair, a frantic, suicidal madness had taken hold. They were coming for him.
Rex let out a low, dark chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching. He spread his arms wide, inviting the chaos, his eyes burning with a terrifying anticipation.
"Come then," he whispered into the blood-stained wind. "Let’s see how many more of you it takes to make me sweat."
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The air above the castle perimeter didn’t just vibrate; it screamed.
Rex stood at the edge of the spire, looking down at the coalition of Underlayer survivors, his expression one of bored, smug curiosity. He didn’t see a threat; he saw a test.
The atmosphere was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the oppressive weight of impending violence. The soldiers below were a sea of desperate faces, their fear and hatred coalescing into a singular, suicidal drive.
"Is this it?" Rex’s voice boomed, echoing across the wasteland, dripping with a lethal, condescending irony. "You’ve seen your kingdom or a city or anything you want to call this whole thing fall..."
"You’ve seen the sky turn red. And yet you still want to play soldier? How... touching." freēwēbnovel.com
He raised his arms, and the very ground beneath the castle groaned in submission.
RUMMMMMBLE!
"Let’s see if your will is as strong as your delusions," Rex sneered, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic, playful light.
He slammed both palms into the castle’s surface.
KRA THOOOOOM!
The impact didn’t just crack the stone; it awakened it. From the foundation of the castle, the earth erupted in a violent, geological spasm.
The first construct tore itself from the bedrock, a colossal, jagged entity of obsidian and granite, a Golem of Earthen Authority. Its every movement was a cataclysm, a grinding of stone that sounded like the world being crushed in a vice.
GRRRRRRIIIIND... CRASH!
The Golem lunged forward, its massive fist descending like a meteor.
BAM!
The front line of the coalition vanished instantly, swallowed by a plume of dust and pulverized remains. Those who survived scrambled back, the air filled with the sound of breaking bones and the shrill, frantic shrieks of the dying.
"What’s the matter?" Rex called down, leaning casually against the spire’s railing as if watching a street performance. "I thought you all were the ’real’ resistance!"
"I’m still waiting to be impressed."
From the castle’s water processing conduits, the second construct surged forth. A leviathan of liquid, propelled by the Elemental Mastery’s command.
It didn’t just flow; it crashed like a tidal wave, a single, massive fist of solidified water slamming into the flank of the coalition.
KRA SPLASH!
Soldiers were swept away in a torrent of high-pressure fluid, their bodies smashing into one another with a sickening thud-crack-thud. The water didn’t just drown them; it crushed them, the sheer nautical weight turning men into a pulp of flesh and metal.
"You’re all so fragile," Rex mused, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Like a fucking glass!"
"Ready to shatter at the slightest touch."
Then came the third.
FWOOOOOOOSH!
A burst of white-hot flame erupted from the ground, coalescing into a spiraling, serpentine entity of living fire. It didn’t just burn; it melted everything in its path.
The screams of the soldiers merged with the roar of the inferno.
HSSSSSSSSSSS!
The smell of burning hair and ozone filled the air as the fire construct tore through the coalition’s ranks, leaving nothing but charred husks and melting armor.
"Look at you all," Rex laughed, a dark, jagged sound that cut through the chaos. "Running in circles, dying in the dirt!"
"Is this the grand rebellion? Is this the ’unbreakable spirit’ of the Underlayer?"
The Golem struck again, its fist colliding with a group of armored knights.
CRUNCH!
Their shields shattered like dry crackers. The fire construct surged forward, a whip of plasma that incinerated a line of archers in a single, blinding flash.
WHOOOOOSH!
One soldier managed to launch a spear at Rex. The projectile whistled through the air, aimed straight for his heart.
Rex didn’t even move; he simply smiled.
PING!
The spear rebounded off an invisible telekinetic barrier, flying back with ten times the velocity. It struck the soldier in the throat, the metal tip tearing through his neck with a sickening shlop sound.
"Now that," Rex said, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth, "is how you throw a spear."
The coalition was in full retreat, their formation broken, their courage dissolving into primal panic. But Rex wasn’t done.
He wanted them to feel the full extent of their helplessness. He wanted them to understand the gap between a human and a god.
"Don’t run," Rex commanded, his voice echoing with the authority of the Earthen Apostle. "I’m not finished playing with you."
The three constructs converged, circling the remnants of the army, cutting off every escape route. The air became a vortex of swirling stone, boiling water, and searing flame.
The screams of the soldiers rose in a frantic, desperate chorus, a symphony of agony that Rex savored with every breath.
He stood there, a smirk on his face, watching the carnage unfold. This wasn’t a battle; it was an execution.
And he was the one holding the blade.
