Chapter 50: Rescue of iron god
The burning, jagged tectonic rifts of the Fourth Sky bled an endless, suffocating mist of liquid sulfur and corrupt purple void energy. As the reality-warping vacuum of the Spatial Void Phase snapped violently shut, Min-jae and his seven flawless team members materialized directly onto a crumbling, narrow bridge of black volcanic rock hovering over an endless abyss of boiling magma.
Directly ahead, encased within a failing, translucent silver dome of ancient barrier magic, was The Ashen Sanctuary.
The defensive dome was actively cracking under a relentless, apocalyptic bombardment. Surrounding the sanctuary were three colossal, five-hundred-foot Abyssal Dread-Ships—flying demonic dreadnoughts forged from black world-iron that rained down massive, high-voltage pillars of dark void-fission lasers onto the barrier. Thousands of winged, level 42 Trench Gargoyles swarmed the sky like an ink cloud, their razor-sharp iron claws tearing at the magical threads of the dome.
"The barrier is at less than three percent stability!" Major General Shin Ye-rin reported, her steel-gray eyes flashing with intense tactical focus as she monitored the battlefield through the faction network. "Min-jae, the divine signature inside is fading rapidly. The God of Iron is using his remaining life-force just to keep the roof from collapsing!"
"He won’t have to hold it much longer," Min-jae said smoothly.
He stood perfectly calm at the absolute edge of the crumbling volcanic bridge, his hands casually stuffed inside the pocket segments of his True Vajra-Sovereign Sub-Divine God-Armor. The liquid golden True Damage runes along his chest plate rippled with a quiet, terrifying solar energy that cleanly parted the toxic sulfur fog around his boots.
"Intruders! Mortal heretics from the lower plane!" a thunderous, mechanical voice roared from the command deck of the central flagship carrier.
Sprinting to the forward gantry of the main dread-ship was Siege Commander Gorthaur (Level 46). He was a gargantuan, ten-foot-tall demon brute encased in heavy, spikes of void-forged obsidian armor plates. In his giant, gauntleted hands, he held a massive, triple-barreled dark matter plasma cannon that crackled with high-tier conceptual disintegration electricity.
"You managed to evade our border tracking lines, but you walked straight into an execution zone!" Gorthaur laughed maniacally, his four burning crimson visor lenses locking straight onto Min-jae’s stationary figure. "All dread-ships, cease barrier bombardment! Pivot all main cannons to the rock bridge! Turn that arrogant teenager and his little harem into vaporized sediment!"
Rumble... rumble....!
The three massive demonic dreadnoughts rotated their heavy, multi-barreled forward turrets in unison, locking their intercontinental targeting lasers straight onto Min-jae’s forehead. Thousands of Trench Gargoyles swooped down from the clouds, charging forward in a massive, black wall of teeth and claws.
"Min-jae!" Liu Xiao voiced, her exceptionally voluptuous frame tightening beneath her green and white silk hanfu as she raised her hands, her exotic emerald-green eyes flashing with intense panic. "That disintegration cannon ignores baseline physical density parameters! Let me deploy the Nature wall!"
"Stand down, Xiao," Min-jae commanded flatly, his voice a low, seductive baritone that instantly silenced her fear, making her heart race violently against her heavy chest. "Let them fire."
He didn’t pull the space-cutting claymore from his shoulder. He slowly took half a step forward, planting his boots firmly onto the trembling volcanic rock, presenting his exposed chest plate directly into the path of the incoming multiversal bombardment.
Crash -thoom.!
The three dread-ships and the Level 46 Siege Commander opened fire simultaneously. A colossal, miles-wide pillar of dark matter plasma, void-fission lasers, and thousands of diving gargoyles slammed squarely into Min-jae’s chest with absolute, cataclysmic force. A blinding explosion of pitch-black energy and white-hot kinetic heat completely swallowed the volcanic bridge, throwing up a dense geyser of pulverized rock and magma that completely obscured the sky. To the demon fleet, it looked as though the mortal heretics had been molecularly deleted from existence.
But inside the heart of the world-ending blast zone, the un-blockable counter-calculations of his SSS-Rank armor trait, Cosmic Indifference, fired off at supersonic velocity.
[Ding! Received 1,200,000 points of High-Tier Disintegration and Void Damage from Siege Fleet.]
[Sub-Divine Trait Active: ’Vajra Ward’ converts 1.2 Million Magic Damage into Physical Impact... Successful.]
[sss-rank Talent Active: ’Eternal Vajra Deity Body’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]
[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]
[Reflecting 3,000,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]
A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast erupted from Min-jae’s skin, turning the entire dark, sulfurous sky of the Fourth Sky into a burning, boiling solar storm of pure primordial fire. The 3,000,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly back along the dark matter trajectories, treating the three massive flying dreadnoughts and the thousands of gargoyles like thin air.
What followed was an instantaneous, absolute planetary massacre.
The three five-hundred-foot Abyssal Dread-Ships didn’t just bend; their massive, world-iron hulls violently exploded outward from the inside out in a gruesome display of fracturing steel and collapsing reactors under the 3 million True Damage backlash. The thousands of level 42 Trench Gargoyles instantly disintegrated into a clean cloud of white experience particles mid-air, their life bars zeroing out before they could even complete a single wingbeat.
Siege Commander Gorthaur let out a choked, agonizing shriek as his heavy obsidian armor plates shattered into molten scrap metal. The Solar Fracture trait instantly ignited his underlying life-force, burning away his divine mana pool by 5% every single millisecond until his ten-foot frame fell heavily to his knees, dissolving into a massive pile of premium system gold and high-tier loot chests right on his collapsing deck plates before the entire flagship plunged into the magma abyss.
The entire massive demon siege fleet had been completely, molecularly erased from the multiverse ledger in less than four seconds without scratching a single fraction of Min-jae’s god-armor.
Voom!
Han Chae-won ran out to the edge of the rock bridge, her face flushed with an absolute, fanatical exhilaration as she raised her small hands toward the sky. "The siege treasury has been completely strip-mined, boss! Global Spatial Devour!"
A colossal, sweeping wave of purple spatial energy rippled outward from her petite body, vacuuming up the millions of gold coins, three shattered dread-ship cores, a glowing SSS-rank forge schematic, and a pulsing, crimson Overlord Siege Core floating over the boiling magma straight into her infinite void inventory, leaving the entire battlefield pristine and spotless.
[Ding! You have eliminated the Level 46 Siege Fleet Vanguard! Gained 180,000 EXP!]
[Ding! You have leveled up! You are now Level 19!]
The translucent silver dome of the Ashen Sanctuary slowly dissolved, the failing barrier finally snapping shut as the core logic rules of the dimension re-stabilized. Standing at the ruined stone entrance of the sanctuary was a towering, heavily scarred entity completely forged from ancient, rusted iron plating—The God of Iron. His hollow silver eyes were wide with absolute, unadulterated primal horror as he stared at the pristine young man who had just deleted an entire elite demon fleet by standing completely still.
Min-jae casually slid his hands back into his armor’s pocket segments, a dark, ruthless grin touching his handsome face as his seven stunning queens lined up perfectly behind his flank, their weapons humming with absolute execution parameters. He looked down at the trembling, broken God.
"Your siege has been officially cleared, Iron God," Min-jae murmured, his voice a low thunderclap that echoed through the volcanic rifts. "Step behind my flank. We have four more sanctuaries to harvest."
