Chapter 230: Chapter 115: The Defeated Lord of War (2)
His face was contorted in a ferocious snarl as he roared.
His cries were mixed with indistinct wails of agony.
"If I surrender now, it’s all over! Charge... keep charging..."
"Just keep on killing."
"As long as the war doesn’t stop, we can definitely win... definitely..."
"Hahaha... I can already see the dawn of victory."
"It’s right ahead... hold on..."
Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, didn’t notice the few greedy brood worms gnawing on his lower body from beneath him.
And behind him, within the troop-spawning nests, terrifying broodmother wills were breaking free from his control, little by little.
And those broodmothers were also sizing him up with cold, greedy eyes.
They longed to devour Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, and become even more powerful War Dominators.
*FWOOM...*
A terrifying killing power struck down Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, on the spot.
Flames scattered in all directions.
The greedy brood worms quickly devoured some of the fleshy remains and flew back into the brood nests.
They supplied a portion of the Lord of War’s Sequence and flesh to those brood nests.
After flesh and blood squirmed back together from all directions...
Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, slowly resurrected amidst it.
Dragging his bloated body, he squirmed and crawled to the top of the towering stone statue.
"I... can still hold on..."
"The war... is still going on..."
His dazed and frenzied gaze swept across the entire Spirit Realm.
The chains of war bound him tightly from all sides.
The unending war continuously dragged him into the Abyss.
...
「More than half a day passed in the blink of an eye.」
"Lord Zorn, the killing blow missed."
"It seems... it’s because the Lord of War’s Resurrection time was too long."
Inside the Spirit Realm Fortress.
Hearing Isaac’s report, Zorn raised an eyebrow slightly.
His gaze swept over the war-units that were still attacking.
A moment later, he realized something.
"How many times have we killed him?"
he asked.
"206 times."
Zorn couldn’t help but chuckle.
"That’s quite a lot of deaths. Although he can resurrect endlessly, he gets a little weaker each time."
"Furthermore, each Resurrection causes the power of mutation and loss of control to accumulate."
"This guy can use War Essence to soothe his own mutation and loss of control."
"But with such a high-intensity confrontation, with all the Death and Resurrection, he clearly hasn’t had a chance to recover."
Then, he looked at Noctifanel, the Nightmare Angel, and said.
"It’s about time. Everyone, get ready. We’re going in to completely wipe out this War Spirit Realm."
At Zorn’s words, the group, who had been casting abilities mechanically to the point of numbness, felt their spirits jolt.
"Finally... we can charge in?"
"My Spirit Body is about to give out."
"Heh! I’m about to give out too, but we still have to fight this final battle steadily and see it through."
"The enemy is at his wit’s end, too."
"Yeah! We’re at our limit, and so is he."
Inside the fortress, the group fighting for their lives could also feel the enemy constantly weakening.
Although the enemy’s war-units still arrived in a steady stream, their overall threat level had dropped significantly.
Both sides had suffered severe losses.
A little over ten minutes later, once everyone had recovered slightly.
Zorn unleashed his Ancient God’s Hand, viciously smashing it against the barrier of the War Spirit Realm.
The Spirit Realm’s barrier, already riddled with holes, collapsed with a great RUMBLE under the immense destructive power of Zorn’s Ancient God’s Hand.
However, even as it collapsed, it was only the part that Joe Moriff had repaired using the materials available there.
Zorn still found it difficult to affect the original ruined remnants of the barrier.
As the barrier of the War Spirit Realm collapsed, the scene within the Spirit Realm—filled with smoke, wreckage, and ruins—slowly came into everyone’s view.
The "Troop-Spawning Nests" were the first things that had to be destroyed.
The reason Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, could fight for so long was that he could use the "Troop-Spawning Nests" to continuously construct units.
As long as the war didn’t stop, he had endless power to build his army.
A massive Rune Hand began to strike again and again within the Spirit Realm, destroying the "Troop-Spawning Nests" that possessed such terrifying war potential.
Although these "Troop-Spawning Nests" could spawn endless troops, their own Defense capabilities were quite average.
Under Zorn’s Rune Hand, the "Troop-Spawning Nests" were crushed and popped one after another.
The others joined forces to clean up the remaining war-units.
By now, the Level of these war-units was very low, and they posed little threat to the group.
As everyone charged into his lair, under the destructive power of Zorn’s mighty Ancient God Curse Rune Hand, it didn’t take long for the battle for the War Spirit Realm to come to an end.
It ended with the crushing defeat of Joe Moriff, the Lord of War.
On the head of the collapsed stone statue, the flames of war slowly gathered.
Resurrecting within them, Joe Moriff dragged his bloated form.
His gaze slowly swept over the shattered Spirit Realm barrier and the destroyed "Troop-Spawning Nests."
Finally, his eyes landed heavily on the surrounding Transcendents, whose Spirit Bodies looked to be in terrible shape.
He seemed to have finally regained some of his senses.
"What... what have I done?"
His body trembled, his voice strange and hoarse.
When he looked down at himself, his twisted face revealed an expression of bewilderment and pain.
He could feel that his Sequence had been completely twisted and mutated.
Although he could still continue to resurrect...
...each Resurrection was a descent into mutation and madness.
The war had ended with his defeat.
He had escaped the shackles of war as he had wished.
But the price!
It was more than he could bear.
But regardless, Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, now completely calm, looked toward Zorn in the distance.
His expression was more grim and solemn than ever before.
A moment later!
*BOOM—*
Joe Moriff chose to self-destruct.
Afterward, he did not resurrect there.
He clearly had other Resurrection Anchor Points besides this Spirit Realm.
Zorn, however, was not surprised by this scene at all.
The war was still raging. It was impossible for Joe Moriff, the Lord of War, to die at a time like this.
But the gains from this battle were already great enough.
Not only had they successfully knocked Joe Moriff’s Level down to Level 3, but they had also greatly damaged his Sequence Root Source and caused an irreversible mutation in his Sequence.
It was uncertain whether he could continue to be effective in the war.
Even if he could, his performance would be severely diminished.
Moreover, the Saintisman Empire would have to take a hard look at Joe Moriff, who had suffered a crushing defeat because he refused to listen to advice.
If he had just listened to a single word of caution, his defeat wouldn’t have been so disastrous.
However, the shackles of a Sequence cannot be broken with just a few words.
"We won!"
"We... we finally won..."
"That was so hard..."
"My Spirit Body can’t take it anymore. I’m returning."
"Me too!"
Looking at where the Level 3 Lord of War, Joe Moriff, had self-destructed and fled, the group, who had been fighting continuously for nearly three days, all broke into expressions of wild joy.
Many of their Spirit Bodies were trembling slightly, and some even chose to return to the real world directly. They could no longer hold on in the Spirit Realm.
It was a good thing the Sequencers chosen for this task were at least Boss Level. Only then could they have endured such an arduous battle.
WHOOOOOSH...
In the distance, a roaring tide of steam surged forward as if to celebrate their great victory!
