The aftermath of the Thermal Compression explosion still raged through the valley.
The air was scorched and boiling hot, laced with the stench of burnt flesh, ominous ozone, and the sulfurous scent of molten rock, forming a hellish blend that pierced everyone’s nostrils.
The once sky-covering Bloodflesh Mountain was now split by a massive, charred “Chasm” that nearly spanned its entire body.
Lava-like fluids slowly flowed through the carbonized wound, a sight both awe-inspiring and horrifying.
Atop the mountain, Queen Galarno’s piercing scream had faded, as if her arrogance itself had been utterly vaporized in that unreasonable, overwhelming bombardment.
In Elaine and Fiona’s eyes, flames of hope blazed, even amidst this apocalyptic scene.
They could win!
Lord Lin En was too powerful—his strength surpassed every limit they could imagine.
However, that sliver of hope lasted less than three seconds before a deeper, heavier terror took its place.
Thump…
Thump, thump…
Thump, thump, thump…
…
A heartbeat heavier and fiercer than any before echoed from the depths of the earth beneath their feet.
Everyone turned in horror toward the charred Chasm.
From the bottomless wound, countless sickening hissing and wet, slithering noises rose.
Then, before their disbelieving eyes, innumerable new, sickly pale flesh buds burst from beneath the char, like poisonous fungi after rain—spreading wildly!
They wove, twisted, and fused, covering the scorched injury with unnatural speed that defied all logic of life.
The massive wound, as vast as a gorge, was healing before their eyes—at a pace visible to the naked eye!
This thing couldn’t be killed!
Just then, a chunk of Flesh Fragment—blasted loose by the explosion but not yet fully vaporized—landed with a wet splat a short distance in front of the group.
It twitched and writhed violently, like the severed tail of a lizard.
“Careful!”
Fiona’s eyes flashed coldly.
She stepped forward in an instant, and her longsword drove down with crushing force, pinning the head-sized piece of flesh firmly to the ground.
The group rushed over, and when they saw the cross-section beneath the sword’s blade, a chill more piercing than facing the monster itself shot from each of their tailbones to the top of their skulls.
Inside that flesh fragment, a miniature, nightmarish war was unfolding.
On one side were the wildly dividing, abnormally pink flesh buds—filled with a boundless, twisted vitality.
On the other were the dreadfully familiar… Mimic Blight Fungus!
Jet-black hyphae, like webs of ink, greedily devoured the flesh.
And in the gaps between the hyphae, Withering Fever Spores glimmered ominously.
“No… impossible…”
Elena’s lips were drained of all color as she stared at the sight before her.
It was as if the faith and understanding she’d held for centuries had been utterly shattered.
“These… these are the Power of the Isolated Remains—the Death Power we used to kill it!”
She raised a trembling hand and pointed toward the distant Bloodflesh Mountain, her voice hoarse and shrill with terror.
“Look! Its flesh… its flesh is being consumed and dissolved by the Fungus! But… but its regeneration speed… actually… actually surpasses the rate of consumption!!”
The discovery landed on every heart like an invisible hammer.
The Sacred Relic’s power they once prided themselves on—the Ultimate Barrier and Final Weapon they’d used for centuries to confine and erode the Broodmother—now seemed to work inside the Broodmother like a… mild cold.
This monster, over a millennium of struggle, had evolved to coexist with its natural enemy!
It endured the ceaseless Death Toxin and still burst with horrifying vitality.
The so-called Endless Seal, to it, was no longer a prison.
It was more like… a harmless chronic illness.
“The Power of the Isolated Remains can’t cancel out its life force…?”
Magis muttered in a daze, his massive frame trembling violently.
But in the next instant, the confusion in his eyes was replaced by a volcanic eruption of resolve.
He jerked his head up, his eyes burning red with grief and determination, and roared:
“You abomination that defiles life! Let me show you the true resolve of us traitors… the guardians of a thousand years!”
Before the words faded, he spun around, and from his back he removed a long, narrow case wrapped tightly in ancient rune cloth.
He ripped away the cloth.
Inside lay a half-meter-long Crystal—pure, flawless, and so dark it seemed to devour all light.
The Sacred Relic of the Dark Elves—the Isolated Remains!
The moment the Sacred Relic’s true form appeared, it was as if every trace of energy had been sucked from the air around it.
Light itself warped; sound grew heavy; even the burning temperature in the air plunged.
“In the name of Isolation, sworn to the End!”
Magis solemnly cradled the Isolated Remains in both hands and began to chant in the oldest tongue of the Dark Elves.
“Vmmm—!”
The Isolated Remains erupted in black light—a beam of pure darkness shot from the Sacred Relic’s tip, blasting straight into the crazily healing Bloodflesh Mountain!
No explosion, no flame.
Where the black light touched, there was only pure annihilation.
“Hsss—hsssss—”
The Broodmother’s regenerative tissue—so powerful it could overcome even death—met the black beam, and, like ice snow doused in boiling water, dissolved with a sickening sizzle, breaking apart and vanishing into utter nothingness!
More terrifying still, regeneration ceased completely in the area bathed by the black light.
This was the true power of the Sacred Relic’s core—it began to devour the Broodmother’s life force at a speed even more fearsome.
“Ugh—!”
As everyone thrilled at this reversal, Magis let out a guttural moan of agony.
His hands, gripping the Isolated Remains, were losing color and moisture at a visible rate—shriveling, graying, and cracking like thousand-year-old stone.
He was paying for the Sacred Relic’s power with his own life!
The Sacred Relic’s core had clearly inflicted an unprecedented, root-deep threat on the Broodmother.
“Ah—no—ahhhhhhh!!!”
A roar echoed from the mountaintop—pure terror and rage driven to the brink.
In the next moment, the wound in the Bloodflesh Mountain stopped healing, and instead convulsed and twisted violently—like a heart on the verge of explosion.
The screaming Elven faces on the mountain’s surface melted away, replaced by countless more savage Mutants that burst forth—bone-bladed forests shining with metallic luster, massive acid-spewing mouths, and bizarre eyeball-covered tumors that drove minds insane!
It abandoned all pretense and repair, channeling every ounce of power into the most pure, primal attack form!
At the summit, Queen Galarno’s flawless form was utterly consumed by the flesh below.
Then, a monstrous maw—studded with billions of compound eyes and ring-shaped fangs—opened atop the mountain, unleashing a silent roar that shook the soul.
In an instant, a red tsunami of flesh tendrils, rain-like bone spears, acid floods, and invisible psychic shockwaves surged toward Lin En’s group—engulfing everything!
Facing this annihilating onslaught, Lin En’s expression did not change.
He calmly raised his hand again, and a new “sun” began to coalesce above his palm.
Elena, enduring excruciating psychic pain, drank another precious potion from Elaine and pushed the Sanctuary Veil’s defense to its absolute limit.
Fiona and Elaine immediately shielded the faltering Magis with sword and Shield of Determined Radiance.
Final battle!
Begin!
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