Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1749: Chapter 992: Terror Demon Brass Bulls and Great Unclean Ones (Part 2)

Some of it comes from the top-notch technological products seized from countless alien races and beings during the Empire’s founding expeditions.

These winter technologies have proven highly effective on the battlefield.

Coupled with over fifteen thousand Interstellar Warriors and the landing of the allied force brigade... In this decisive battle against the Nagor Demon Army, although the human side is significantly outnumbered, they rely on superior individual soldier quality and a very decisive frontal assault approach, making them unstoppable along the way!

Despite the heavy casualties reported, they are getting closer and closer to the target, the ’Corruption Cauldron’.

Moreover, the elite main assault force still maintains its condition well.

The human units attacking from two directions seem poised to meet victoriously.

But just as the heated battlefield pressure reaches its peak, a distinctly different yet more primitive and savage terrifying energy, like a red-hot War Axe, viciously cleaves into the battlefield!

The earth begins to tremble at a frightening and completely physics-defying frenzied frequency, with even the thousand-meter high ruins of the Nest Capital moaning. Immediately after, a thunderous metal roar, more violent than lightning and chilling to the soul, reverberates through the heavens and the earth!

Blood-red giant beast figures burst forth from the smoky torrents at the edge of the battlefield, like an out-of-control lava flood, sweeping away everything! They are not Nagor’s slow and swollen creations, but the mounts bestowed by Terror Demon to his most furious believers—burning with the rage of the Copper Bulls!

Each Copper Bull is covered in layers of massive armor inscribed with blasphemous blood symbols, their size comparable to small Titans, and their crimson compound eyes exude a tangible thirst for slaughter.

On their backs ride Terror Demon Champion Knights, clad in crimson heavy armor, wielding War Axes so large they could cleave mountains!

How could such a grand battlefield be without the presence of Terror Demon?

As the war has reached such a juncture, the constant day-and-night summoning of Terror Demon’s followers has finally succeeded, calling this devastating army from Terror Demon’s Demon Realm into the real world!

The target of this raging cavalry formation is the chaotic battlefield itself—whether it is Nagor’s slow-moving plague legion phalanx or the allied vanguard’s valiant breakthrough elite armor group, all are indiscriminately swept, devoured, and trampled into a paste of flesh and metal by the world-ending charge!

It’s hard to say which side suffered more destruction from these Copper Bull Knights.

More likely, they don’t even care.

Finally able to ramble unfettered in the real universe, the Terror Demon Champion Knights do not mind who their opponents are; they merely wish to unleash their desire for slaughter and destroy everything they see!

Their craving for human blood is strong, and the rotting undead of Nagor equally repulse them, hence they chop indiscriminately!

Although this Copper Bull Knight is not entirely targeting human forces, their appearance undoubtedly disrupted the progress of the human frontal assault.

This action has come at a significant cost, and unless all hope is lost, it would not be easily abandoned.

Caught in the Nagor tide and being charged by Terror Demon Knights, retreating the army is also difficult.

There is no halfway retreat; the only way not to lose is to win.

The troops led by Martins have evolved from a peripheral unit into the decisive backup.

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"The time has come!" Martins speaks through the legion-level communication channel, his voice piercing the minds of all warriors like a cold steel blade, instantly freezing and crushing the chaos and fear within the channel.

The destructive chaos driven by the Copper Bull Knights is sweeping the front lines of the "Corruption Cauldron," and the Nagor guards are in deeper turmoil amidst the storm of flesh and brass, with massive gaps being torn into the yellow-green fog in that region.

"Terror Demon’s senseless act has torn Nagor’s rotten barricades and temporarily paralyzed Zebert’s blasphemous will!"

On the holographic tactical map, a sharper and more resolute gold-red arrow than the previous main attack direction disregards the stalemated frontal mire like a precisely thrown armor-piercing dagger, aiming straight at the swirling massive yellow-green energy vortex at the core of the fog—Zebert’s throne coordinates!

"Phoenix, become the Empire’s fiery spearhead! Blood Angels, shield the flank with flames! Saints—" His gaze seems to penetrate helmets and space, landing on Dante, "You shall be the steadfast shield in the rear, blocking all pursuing enemies and disruptions! Our destination is but one—Zebert’s head!"

Orders are law.

The array of five thousand warriors instantaneously executes the transformation like a precise War Machine; engines roar to their limit, stealth gone, a silent lava flow suddenly erupts into a dazzling golden arc tearing the sky, driving the group charge towards the core of the Corruption Cauldron!

Along the way, the thin Nagor Demon Army cannot possibly block the assault!

The chaotic three-way battle on the front lines captures most of the attention. Though Martins’ side is not unchallenged, it certainly cannot be controlled.

As they pierce through layer upon layer of chaotic and weakened outer defenses at astonishing speed, like arrows crashing into the ultimate core area, where toxic miasma, heavy as death, condenses into a physical entity!

Even the seasoned Interstellar Warriors find their power armor’s built-in life-sign monitors shrieking with overload warnings.

They are prepared for Nagor toxins, as each warrior has been equipped with blessed artifacts sufficient to fend off erosion.

Yet this mysterious toxicity exceeds expectations, seemingly an embodiment of Nagor Evil Power in the material universe here.

Vision is swallowed by the living-like thick poison mist, sounds become distorted and blurred, metal moans with corrosion. Beyond this ultimate death curtain, they confront the scene that truly reveals the meaning of blasphemy—seventy-seven colossal, mountain-like ultimate rotting creations!

Seventy-seven Great Unclean Ones!

They are the highest-ranking demon entities of the Nagor Demon Army, beloved manifestations of Nagor’s garden. Each one needs to be looked up at, their bodies formed by countless endlessly swelling, bursting, flowing with colorful pus-filled giant ulcers, billions of fat maggots squirming and crawling within their wrinkled decayed flesh crevices and open abdominal cavities. Deformed bone spikes pierce through rotten skin, hanging at their apex are the melting remains of victims. Foul swamp gases, accompanied by blasphemous whispers, exhale from their slobbering giant mouths, each breath heavy as tectonic shift causing the war-torn earth to moan, sink, and bleed deadly corrupt liquids.

These seventy-seven hills of profane flesh do not stand randomly, but rather in a layered geometric array of blasphemy precisely guarding the innermost core—a terrifying throne made of billions of crawling maggots.

On the throne, a massive shadow coated in countless plague sacs oozing eternal pus slowly raises an eye hotter than a furnace, filled with pure malice!

This is Zebert’s ultimate corrupted fallen form!

"Lowly... crawling here... like maggots..."

The vast blasphemous voice, filled with phlegmy pops and bursting sound of corrupted bubbles, echoes directly within the soul of all warriors, tinged with despairing malice that breeds madness and nausea, "I am the Imperial Prime Minister... The empire should fall under my control... I offer it to my benevolent father... You shall become fresh bait for this sea of pus..."

As its whisper enriched with billions of germs ceases, all seventy-seven Great Unclean Ones simultaneously emit a Chaos scream that dims stars and fills with endless pain!

Their bloated to the extreme rotting bodies begin to move forward, defying the laws of physics, to crush and wriggle, simultaneously lifting their plague mortars and scythes embedded within decaying arms, streaming with abyss-like dark destructive power—the plague burst cannons as large as ancient turrets, the corruption liquid arrays glow with death-green light, cell-like giant enemy scythes tore through the thick air...

The filthy barrel and jet organs shine with the light of death, in the air Nagor Evil Power instantly condenses thicker than ever, suffocating every throat, making time itself seem to freeze before this blasphemous array.

Who could have imagined they would have to face such an enemy?!