radicalducati Chapter 584: Abyssal rift, the fallen Douling Empire
Chapter 584: Abyssal rift, the fallen Douling Empire
Above the Douling Empire, a crack is quietly expanding, like a door leading directly to hell.
As the cracks continued to expand, the monsters lurking in the abyss came out in droves, continuously invading this once prosperous country.
The former Douling Empire is now only left with ruined cities, ruins and broken walls scattered all over the land. The former glory now seems extremely fragile and insignificant.
In the sky, the thick dark clouds made it hard to breathe, as if they were going to swallow up the entire empire.
The evil aura spread in the air, gradually eroding every corner, and even breathing became difficult. Countless abyssal creatures roamed the land, their roars were endless, like the horns of death, bringing a sign of the end to the Douling Empire.
On the streets of the city, blood stained every stone slab, and broken buildings and collapsed walls became witnesses of the battle. People fled everywhere, trying to avoid these terrifying creatures, but no matter where they fled, they could not escape the fate of being chased and slaughtered.
Screams and cries mixed together, echoing in the ruins, looking extremely desolate. The bustling and prosperous streets a few days ago have now become a bloody battlefield.
All these disasters happened so suddenly that there was no sign of them. Even the top masters of the empire failed to sense anything unusual when the cracks first appeared. Everyone was caught off guard and allowed the erosion of the abyss to spread like a tide, swallowing up the entire Douling Empire.
Faced with such a powerful force, all resistance seems futile.
All of this is the conspiracy carefully planned by the Holy Lord, the Lord of the Abyss.
At the other end of the crack, Zhongli Wu knelt devoutly before the Holy Lord.
He was wearing a black robe, his face was stern, and his eyes were full of reverence and fear for the Lord of the Abyss.
Zhongli Wu raised his hands high, as if praying for some mysterious gift. His voice was low and fanatical: "Lord Saint, according to your plan, the destruction of the Douling Empire is a foregone conclusion. The rift has been completely opened, and the power of the abyss is spreading rapidly."
The Holy King stood on a high platform, looking down at his servants. He was wearing silver-white armor, emitting a cold light, and the cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, like a symbol of death. His eyes, full of desire for destruction, seemed to see through everything in the world.
"Zhongli Wu, you did a great job." The Saint's voice was as cold as ice and snow, with a hint of sarcasm. "But I'm curious, you're just a mortal, how could you successfully open the abyss rift?"
Zhongli Wu immediately lowered his head, his tone full of awe: "This is all thanks to the gift of the Holy Emperor. This artifact has the power to tear apart space and can connect us to the abyss. Although the artifact will break after use, it has already completed its mission."
"Holy Emperor?" The Holy Lord frowned slightly, not seeming to care too much about the name. "He is just a mortal."
Zhongli Wu seemed very excited and continued, "The Holy Emperor gave us these artifacts to assist His Excellency's great plan. His will will always guide us forward."
However, Zhongli Wu did not know that the real purpose of the Holy Emperor he believed in, Tang Hao, was far more than that.
Tang Hao hid behind the Holy Spirit Church, and ostensibly used these evil soul master organizations to try to slow down the energy loss of Douluo Continent and maintain the balance of the continent.
His real motive for doing so was to accumulate the power of faith for his son Tang San and to help Tang San consolidate his position as a god.
The reason why he gave this artifact to Zhongli Wu was that he wanted to protect himself and A Yin in case something happened. He would use the power of the abyss and Xu Xingyu's fishing line to break the net.
Zhongli Wu didn't know all this, he was just a chess piece in Tang Hao's hands. But the Saint King didn't care about it.
In his eyes, both Tang Hao and Zhongli Wu are just tools that can be used, and the final victory will belong to the abyss.
"Very good, Zhongli Wu." The corners of the Saint's mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of cold smile. "You have completed your mission. Now you only need to wait for the destruction of this continent."
After hearing this, Zhongli Wu's eyes flashed with a cold light.
To him, the future of Douluo Continent had already been determined, and the plan of the Holy Spirit Church had just begun. In his opinion, with the invasion of the abyss, the fate of the entire Douluo Continent would change.
At the same time, in the ruins in the distance, a lonely figure was standing silently on the dilapidated city wall.
Xu Xingyu stared at the devastated land ahead, with mixed emotions surging in his heart. His starlight armor flickered faintly under the overcast sky, and the long sword in his hand was ready to strike at any time.
The situation of the Douling Empire is irreversible.
Xu Jiujiu and others who had originally planned to join him in fighting against the Holy Spirit Empire were still dealing with problems with other remnants and were unable to come.
Wang Dong'er and other warriors of the Tianhun Empire were unable to arrive for support in a short period of time due to the long geographical distance.
Therefore, the crisis in the ruins before him can only be faced by Xu Xingyu alone.
"Such a scene..." he muttered to himself, with a barely perceptible anger in his eyes.
Although the Douling Empire is the weakest of the three empires, it is part of Douluo Star after all.
Today, this land has been completely destroyed in such a short period of time. This tragedy is hard to accept in any way.
What made Xu Xingyu even more angry was that he had not foreseen the possibility of this happening in advance and watched it all happen.
He looked up at the gradually widening crack in the sky and vaguely felt the powerful energy fluctuations coming from the other side of the crack.
"Saint Lord... I didn't expect you would take action at this time!" Xu Xingyu's eyes gradually became sharp.
At this moment, a deep voice came from the sky, carrying endless pressure: "Do you think you can change the fate of this continent by yourself?"
A vague figure slowly descended from the sky. His body seemed to merge with the abyss, carrying with it an endless breath of darkness and destruction. And he was none other than the Lord of the Abyss—the Holy Monarch.
Xu Xingyu did not answer. His eyes were like lightning, staring at the enemy in front of him. The Star Soul clone was already stirring inside him, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
The Saint Lord smiled slightly, as if he could see through Xu Xingyu's thoughts: "Where is Huo Yuhao?" He asked lightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"He's dead." Xu Xingyu responded coldly, but he was alert in his heart. He knew that the Saint King mentioned Huo Yuhao not for no reason, but wanted to test his reaction through this question and then judge his strength.
The Saint Sovereign nodded slightly, seemingly not surprised by the answer. "What a pity! I had been planning to devour him and gain even greater power from him." He sighed softly, his tone filled with regret that Huo Yuhao had not been able to play a role.
"But now, I am strong enough." The Saint's tone suddenly turned cold, and a hint of arrogant smile appeared in his eyes. "No one in this continent can compete with me!"
Xu Xingyu sneered, starlight shone, and her figure was like a nine-colored stream of light, instantly approaching the Holy Lord.