OBS Chapter 41 Calamity Invasion, Doomsday of the Underworld
Chapter 41 Calamity Invasion, Doomsday of the Underworld
"Click...click...click..."
From within the gray fog emanated eerie, uniform sounds that sent chills down one's spine, like the crisp cracking of countless bones rubbing and colliding simultaneously, blending together to form a symphony of death.
The overwhelming gray fog rapidly enveloped the near-destruction Soul-Suppressing Village. As it drew closer, the Koreans, trapped in the beginner village with nowhere to escape, finally saw what was inside the gray fog—clumps of cyan flames floating in the void, radiating a cold and eerie aura, like countless ghostly eyes from the underworld.
Once they could clearly see the true form beneath the flames, they were horrified to discover that the so-called blue-green flames were nothing more than the flickering soul flames within the heads of skeletal soldiers whose eye sockets were burning with soul fire.
The number was immeasurable and boundless. From afar, it appeared as a vast, densely packed expanse, like an ocean built of bones, stretching from the horizon to the very end of their vision.
"roar--"
At the same time, a terrifying hiss, seemingly coming from the depths of the abyss, echoed from the sea of bones.
The malevolent projections that had previously blocked the village entrance, scaring the Koreans so much that they dared not leave, sensed the invasion of the calamity of the dead souls behind them. Instinctively, they felt afraid and turned around, charging back with a fierce but cowardly air.
However, these undead skeletons formed from rules have no idea what fear is, nor do they care about pain.
Their terrifying, tidal wave of numbers, with just a simple, flat push, swiftly and completely submerged those seemingly powerful and ferocious projections in a sea of bones, without even a splash.
From a distance, this scene resembles the apocalyptic opening of an epic tale of the dead, with an intense visual impact that could crush the viewer's soul with every frame.
"Holy crap, those leaders who cornered us in the village and caused thousands of our deaths, and we still couldn't defeat them... just like that, they're gone? They didn't even last a moment?"
"No, I can't die here! I have to get out!"
"Lord Park Il-shin! Please, lead us through a bloody battle! We beg you! You are our last hope!"
"The Calamity of the Dead... the Calamity of the Dead... those damned weaklings of Kyushu! How could they... how could they do this to our great Korean people!"
At this moment, almost all the Koreans wore expressions of despair that were worse than death, and many looked like they had lost their souls.
Meanwhile, in Kyushu...
The opening "story" scenes are not much different from those in South Korea; they are equally visually impactful.
The few ferocious projections that were blocking the village and being hunted down by everyone before the barrier disappeared were instantly devoured and torn apart by the calamity of the dead that surged from the ground, leaving no trace.
This scene made all the Kyushu Contract Envoys present tense up, gripping their Netherworld artifacts tightly.
"Holy crap, this is terrifying... Just looking at the numbers, can we really withstand this wave of ghosts?"
"Judging from my observation, we can't withstand a head-on confrontation. This wave of vengeful spirits attacking the city is definitely backed by an even stronger leader of the natural disasters. We already used all our strength when we surrounded and killed those ferocious beasts that were similar to the third wave of leaders, and now..."
"Damn it, we've really messed up this time! Fang Shen! Where are you?! Come back right now! If you don't come back soon, our village, which has finally started to show some signs of improvement, will really be gone!"
"Hurry! Everyone, tag Fang Shen like crazy! Only Fang Shen can turn the tide now!"
Before the Cataclysmic Legion could reach the front lines, almost everyone went crazy, repeatedly tagging Fang Han's name in the group chat.
Meanwhile, in the northern underworld region.
This time, Fang Han did not use the pair of simulated Netherworld Wings on his back to float in the air. Instead, he relied on the vast Yin Yuan True Essence within his body, which he exhaled from the pores of his entire body, cleverly counteracting the gravity of this Netherworld and allowing his body to naturally suspend in mid-air.
After a period of arduous training and exploration, he has successfully improved his control over his power to a level of exquisite subtlety. Just as he had previously deduced, every pore in his body can expel condensed true essence at his will, and he can achieve absolutely precise control, with every move originating from his mind.
"Yes, that's the feeling. I'm channeling my power through every pore of my body, condensing it into a force field to counteract gravity. With the true essence I've accumulated over ten thousand years of cultivation, even though this extravagant mode of flight is incredibly energy-consuming, the sheer amount of true essence in my dantian, which is like a nuclear fission furnace, means I don't have to worry about it running out. So, next, I should test just how fast this speed, which is completely under my control, can go."
A hint of excited anticipation flashed across Fang Han's face. Then, his sharp gaze turned towards the direction of Zhenhun Village, as if piercing through the barrier of space itself.
The next second, the "Nether Core Furnace" inside his body operated at full power, and his profound true essence boiled completely.
Countless condensed, pale beams of light simultaneously erupted from every pore of his body. He was like a supersonic fighter jet that had completely broken free of its constraints and was forged from funerary artifacts, instantly switching from stillness to extreme speed.
Almost instantly, where he disappeared, a massive, visible cone-shaped sonic boom cloud exploded, instantly dispersing all the surrounding gray fog and debris.
With a terrifying sonic boom loud enough to tear eardrums, echoing throughout the deathly silent underworld, Fang Han's figure vanished completely the next second, leaving only a distorted trail piercing the sky.
One time the speed of sound, two times the speed of sound, three times the speed of sound.
In a short while, Fang Han easily reached the terrifying speed of three times the speed of sound.
This was the result of him deliberately controlling himself and not exerting his full strength.
However, just as he was about to further increase his speed, he immediately felt a sharp, tearing sensation on his skin, as if it were being cut by countless sharp blades. It was as if his body, which had been strengthened by several rounds of rewards from the underworld, still couldn't adapt to the terrifying air resistance and friction brought about by speeds exceeding three times the speed of sound.
"Hmm, is the current physical body too weak to withstand even greater speeds?"
Fang Han quickly made a judgment in his mind. But after thinking about it again, he immediately felt relieved. It's just like those sophisticated aircraft in the mortal world; the faster the speed, the greater the damage to the materials caused by the air resistance.
His body is now made of the same material as that spacecraft, allowing for reading that is always one chapter faster than others. Three times the speed of sound is already the optimal balance point in his current form.
Even though the terrifying true essence within him was still inexhaustible, enough to support him to reach a theoretical speed of four, five, or even faster, his physical body simply couldn't withstand such intense friction and impact.
Unless he can obtain another reward from the Underworld to strengthen his physical body, or find another way to condense a perfect streamlined protective barrier on his body using his true essence to offset the damage caused by airflow resistance, reaching three times the speed of sound will be an insurmountable bottleneck for the time being. But this is enough.
"boom--"
A pale trail streaked across the gray sky as Fang Han flew at an incredible speed, too fast for the naked eye to follow, towards Zhenhun Village. As for Nie Xiaoqian, because the speed was so great, she could only awkwardly use threads of resentment to tie herself tightly to Fang Han's side, her dark eyes narrowed by the strong wind.
In just under ten minutes, Fang Han appeared like a pale shooting star above the Thirteenth Soul Town Village on the Road of Helplessness, looking down over the entire battlefield.
At this moment, the invasion of the Calamity of the Dead had already begun. Below was already a chaotic meat grinder. Large amounts of gray death energy condensed into mist, which was pouring out continuously from the cracks in the shattered ground, spreading wildly into the defensive line of the Soul-Suppressing Village.
Within the thick gray fog, countless eerie soul flames could be seen flickering wildly, and countless undead skeletons wielding rusted bone blades brandished their weapons, fighting like an emotionless tide, relentlessly battling the contract envoys who were defending themselves with rudimentary fortifications.
However, the contract envoys of the Thirteenth Soul-Suppressing Village on Naihe Road, with an average cultivation level far exceeding that of other villages and a population of nearly ten thousand, along with their extremely seamless teamwork, managed to withstand the first and most severe impact of the calamity of the dead for a short period of time, relying on their fighting spirit and bravery in protecting their homeland. Although the defensive line was teetering on the brink of collapse, it had not yet been completely torn apart.
At this moment, Fang Han hung silently in the sky like a god, gazing down at the tragic battlefield below. Then, a chilling message appeared before him.
[Legion of the Dead - Chaotic Evil Faction]
Description: One of the countless undead legions commanded by the legendary Death Knight Arthas.
These lowest-ranking undead skeletons are the most insignificant cannon fodder force in the legion. Their sole purpose is to obey the will of the Great Lord of the Dead, to conquer and annihilate all the First Realm Underworld universes, and to spread the glory of oblivion throughout the heavens.
Tip: Successfully repelling the invasion of the Legion of the Dead and holding out for three hours constitutes a successful defense of the Soul Town Village.
Final reward: All participating contracts will increase Yin Virtue by 50 points... Yin Yuan Dao Cultivation will increase by 10 years... The level of Zhenhun Village will be upgraded from a village to a town!
"Do I only need to hold on for three hours?"
Fang Han muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the carnage-like battlefield below, and shook his head slightly. Judging from the current stalemate, even if the Contract Envoys' defenses were well-organized and methodical, only ten minutes had passed.
Just as Fang Han was concentrating on finding a way to break the deadlock, a proclamation from the Netherworld, louder and colder than ever before, seemingly resounding throughout the entire Blue Star Underworld, suddenly rang out, shaking the minds of all the contract envoys.
[Announcement to the entire Underworld: The Soul-Suppressing Village No. 322 in the Underworld War Zone of South Korea has been completely annihilated by the Calamity of the Dead, its guardian flame extinguished... All the village's contracted agents have been 100% wiped out, their souls scattered, with not a single survivor. Its bet against the Soul-Suppressing Village No. 13 on the Road of Helplessness in the Underworld War Zone of the Nine Provinces has been automatically declared a loss.]
Perhaps because this is the first Soul-Suppressing Village to be completely destroyed since the arrival of the Summoning World, this announcement was not only made in Soul-Suppressing Village No. 13 on the Road of Helplessness, but was made public to all Soul-Suppressing Villages in all Underworld War Zones throughout the universe.
In an instant, all the surviving newbie villages in the entire universe focused their utterly shocked gazes on this thunderous announcement.
Nine Provinces Underworld War Zone, Soul-Suppressing Village No. 133: "A Soul-Suppressing Village...it was actually completely wiped out? And crushed in a confrontation with a Nine Provinces village? What happened? The assessment deadline isn't approaching yet. Oh right, the announcement said it was a confrontation with our mysterious Soul-Suppressing Village No. 13 of the Road of Helplessness in Nine Provinces. Could it be that the destruction of that Korean village was due to some ruthless act by those people at No. 13 of the Road of Helplessness?"
Great Sakura Underworld War Zone, Village 214: "Yosh, the first to be completely wiped out were those stupid Koreans. Kyushu, Village 13 of the Road of Helplessness, is that it? Very good. They must have gotten a huge benefit from destroying a village. I'll remember you."
Lighthouse Underworld War Zone, Village No. 99: "OH MY GOD! A failed bet led to the destruction of the village... Those lunatics in Kyushu are truly insane! Village No. 13 on the Road of Helplessness, is it? Very good, excellent, you have successfully attracted the attention of us true powerhouses."
India Underworld War Zone... Giant Bear Underworld War Zone... Great Europe Underworld War Zone...
In an instant, because the first beginner village was completely destroyed, the eyes of almost all war zones in the universe focused on the No. 13 beginner village of Naihe Road in the Kyushu Underworld War Zone with vigilance, greed, or awe.
However, this news, which was enough to shake the entire universe, did not attract the slightest attention from the contracted warriors who were fighting to the death in the Thirteenth Soul Town Village of the Road of Helplessness. After all, all their spirit and will were focused on resisting the boundless calamity of the dead before them, and they had no time to think about anything else.
Time flowed slowly through this underworld, steeped in resentment and death. Gradually, the defenses of the contract envoys began to crumble, unable to be suppressed any longer.
Casualties began to increase sharply.
Just as the horde of undead skeletons was about to break through the outermost defenses and penetrate deep into the heart of Zhenhun Village, Fang Han, who was hovering in the sky like a cold underworld lord overlooking the battlefield, finally turned his gaze to Nie Xiaoqian beside him, who was already unable to contain herself, flying up and down, her soul filled with a frenzied fighting spirit.
"What, can't wait any longer? Go ahead, you don't need to suppress your ferocity anymore."
As Fang Han's calm voice fell, countless eerie, soul-capturing whispers, shimmering with an eerie glow, instantly spread wildly from Nie Xiaoqian's delicate soul like a tide, condensing around her into a sky-covering net of underworld sounds.
In an instant, her more than three thousand years of pure Yin energy cultivation erupted without reservation, and countless soul-capturing aftershocks simultaneously burst forth with dazzling eerie light, turning the entire gray sky a ghastly white.