Chapter 309: The Nation of Slaughter, Blade of the Suspended Top

In the distant crimson horizon, where no mundane being could reach, two figures were engaged in a primal and fierce battle, moving at a speed incomprehensible even to the human eye.

One of them was a dragon girl, her slender, platinum wings sprouting from her back, dragging a powerful dragon tail behind her, with splendid golden horns on her head unlike those of orcs or demons.

Her dragon claws and tail bore lustrous platinum scales, each glimmering as if sculpted from crystal.

Every time her claws sliced through the air, it left behind large shards of black frenzied scratches and an indescribable tearing sound, as if even the fabric of space itself couldn’t withstand that terrifying force of rending and might crumble into nothingness at any moment.

Her opponent displayed a bizarre and surreal form.

Completely wrapped in crimson armor, the figure had six arms sprouting from either side, devoid of hands, each extending different forms of weaponry, as if it was born solely for conflict and slaughter.

Its long crimson tail, equal in length to that of the dragon girl, appeared far less rounded and glossy, instead resembling a grim and terrifying executioner’s blade.

The six differently shaped weapons spun like giant wheels, and each clash with the dragon claws resonated loudly, causing the surrounding blood-red world to erupt in thunderous roars, with intense magical elements disturbed by their frantic exchanges, transforming into cyclones and whirlwinds as they swept outward!

Yet, within the center of that chaotic storm, the two continued their face-to-face fray, oblivious to the energy tide capable of tearing any unprepared pseudo-god to shreds in an instant.

【Kill！！！！Kill！！！！Kill！！！！！】

The intent to kill roared as the six magical weapons sliced through the air, interweaving with the girl’s claws in a straightforward struggle, each maintaining their ground, as brilliant golden vertical pupils and arrayed blood-red eyes sparked in mid-air, while the executioner-like tail and the platinum dragon tail swirled in a flurry of exchange!

Both were towering existences capable of transforming everything around them into divine weapons.

“Boom!!!!!!!”

The two forces that had been brewing explosively collided, sending both the dragon girl and the blood-colored god flying backward like cannonballs, each unfurling their wings to dissipate an impact strong enough to launch a mortal thousands of kilometers away.

【Hahahahaha!!! Refreshing!!!】

Slutut’s six arms and six blades twitched in the air, crimson energy emanating outward, mending countless tiny dents left from clashes with the dragon claws.

He couldn’t help but admire the blonde girl, who seemed completely unscathed.

【White Dragon, your physique is the strongest I have ever seen, perhaps only that supreme deity known as the ‘God of Combat’ from thousands of years ago could match this level.】

【You are not the Holy White Dragon; your bloodline is muddled with two powers, yet that still isn’t enough for one without a divine realm or divine spark to gain such transcendent strength and form.】

【Tell me, how did you accomplish this!】

Xiao Guang waved her claws nonchalantly, her fighting spirit still raging, yet she hesitated to strike again.

After all, the topic her opponent just mentioned was precisely what piqued her interest.

“Of course, it’s all about battle, endless battle, challenging every formidable opponent, honing both body and mind.”

【Battle… battle… what a battle! Hahahahahahaha!!!】

The mad laughter of slaughter echoed across the sky, sounding like the clash of weapons, inspiring the elemental energy in the air to spread waves of visible storms.

He said.

【Dragon, how about becoming my mount? After thousands of years of conquest, you are the first mortal to gain my recognition. If you’d be willing to submit, I could spare you the slaughter.】

【I am destined to become the supreme god, and thus should have an equally matched partner!】

However, the dragon girl’s golden eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a truly dangerous chill.

“Are you… looking for death?”

Unfazed, Slutut replied in a booming voice.

【Hmph, I can sense the contracts you bear with other beings, but treasures belong to the strong by all rights. If your master truly has the capability, he should step forth to confront me, instead of having you fight alone!】

【Dragon, do you believe that merely having reached the rank of a god-tier body can withstand the true god of slaughter?】

“Your nonsense is increasing, are we still fighting?”

【I see… that’s your answer? Then prepare to face the true blade of slaughter!】

He opened his six arms and howled to the heavens!

【Slaughter all!!! Exterminate heaven! Annihilate the earth!!!!!!!】

“Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

A giant blade descended from the infinitely distant sky.

That was the genuine blade of slaughter, akin to the mythical sword of Damocles hanging over all, wielded by the will of a god, ready to strike down any who dared defy at any moment.

It was the sword hanging high above the world, known as the existence of the ‘Divine Realm.’

As this sword fell, it transformed into countless blades of slaughter, descending upon every living being beneath the feet of the god of slaughter in that vast land.

In the primordial forest.

“Holy Radiance… ahhhhhh!!!!!!”

Before one of the holy knights, still battling fiercely against reinforced demons, could express shock at the blood sword appearing above his companions, he suddenly let out a piercingly tragic wail!

His body was as if being chopped to pieces by some invisible blade, shredded and torn into countless bloody chunks.

Amidst the abrupt end of his mournful cries, his flesh, soul, and everything merged into a blood force rising skyward, an offering to the slaughter god high above.

“What… what is this thing!?”

“Defend! Quick, defend!!!”

The powerful ones scrambled to respond, employing their dwindling faith-based magic or simpler light attribute magic to create barriers, while some mistook the blood blade hovering overhead as an abnormal condition and attempted to dispel it…

But whichever method they tried, the moment it grazed even the edge of the blade of slaughter, it would drop mercilessly, grinding to dust any creature that infringed upon the divine power, turning them into pure blood energy.

Only those doing nothing, trembling in place without resistance or even the slightest defiance could temporarily survive beneath the sharpness of the blade of slaughter.

Yet, this was a battlefield fraught with danger, and surrendering their defense and resistance left them no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.

Thus, the front line, which had been tenuously stable, began to collapse under the descending divine power.

Even the core battlefield stronghold figures, like a certain gray-clothed swordsman and his squad, or the three angel misses, saw the same blood sword manifest above their heads.

Though due to their stronger prowess, they vaguely perceived the principle of the blood sword and didn’t trigger it immediately, it severely constrained their rhythm of action, forcing them to dodge left and right tentatively, completing rejecting any counterattack.

With the remorseless divine power’s intervention, the situation turned dire in an instant.

   

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