Chapter 750 412: Endtimes (Part 2)

But a single misstep could lead to His defeat.

As for the situation over at the Eternal Burning Furnace, although there haven't been any significant battle results, the situation remains stable.

At this moment.

The power unleashed from Heisatan within the Divine Altar intensified further, with nearly half of the Ascension Ladder already constructed in the air.

Rogel quickly arrived at Duntemolin's side.

"Cruelty, we meet again."

The last moment was filled with the focused battle of the Cruel Demon King, and the next he heard Rogel's indifferent voice, followed by a powerful strike infused with the Power of Destruction!

This startled Him, with an instinctive sense that the crisis of death had arrived!

At this critical time, the Mother of Demons chose to release the suppression on Duntemolin, diverting power to block this attack.

The Mother of Demons seemed to value Her demon children greatly.

Seeing this, Rogel slowly spoke.

"Retreat, the upcoming world will allow the continued existence of the Sea of Demons."

His voice was extremely calm, yet combined with his terrifying might and aura, no one dared pretend not to hear.

Duntemolin and several subordinate gods just breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Rogel's words, and couldn't help but doubt.

But it was clear it wasn't their turn to speak at this moment.

After listening to Rogel's words, the vast Demon Hive then conveyed words from the Mother of Demons.

"Retreat? Do you think I've survived this long relying on childish naivety?"

The Mother of Demons sneered.

She was born at the end of the era of divine war, having witnessed countless disputes and falls among gods.

And those were just ordinary disputes.

This time, they were contending for the leading power in the upcoming world!

She simply couldn't believe any demigod would allow former enemies to live after gaining dominance.

With that, She no longer heeded Rogel and began to wield the power She had hidden away.

Rogel did not say anything further.

The truth is, He could tolerate the existence of the Mother of Demons.

After all, He simply wanted an exciting world where various races coexist, not a result where one race controls everything.

As for the Mother of Demons... Having ascended to True God, would Rogel still fear a demigod?

From the perspective of the Mother of Demons, She also indeed had reasons not to retreat.

Once She retreated, She would completely lose Her last chance.

Then, whether it's Herself or the Sea of Demons, they would face scrutiny from the next ruler.

This is akin to betting one's life on whether another is benevolent…

As a long-surviving demigod, having hidden thus far, She obviously depended not on naivety.

She also saw Rogel personally annihilate two top demigods, undoubtedly a massive shock to Her mind!

Yet even so, She chose to continue the war.

Because even if there was only the slightest chance, She would pour everything into seizing it!

Had Rogel been in such a position, he likely would make the same choice.

"Whether you believe it or not, the Sea of Demons will continue to exist," Rogel said, affirming the Mother of Demons.

She was at least a worthy opponent.

After saying such a statement.

Rogel began gathering the forces of Duntemolin and the subordinate gods to besiege the Mother of Demons.

Ancestral Dragon Thunder rampaged, obliterating everything with the Power of Destruction.

The multitude of subordinate gods each wielded authority, with phenomena endlessly appearing across the battlefield.

The Mother of Demons, unskilled in combat, quickly became overmatched with Rogel wielding powerful destructive force to eradicate the three Great Demon Kings.

In the end, the Mother of Demons, bereft of her fangs, finally headed toward her downfall...

Almost simultaneously.

By the two incomplete divine corpses of the Mother Goddess and Extreme Night Stars, Rotten Rats and Pustule Flies emerged from the foul gas.

"Hehehe… Delicious food!"

"Victory will surely belong to the Master, as the world succumbs to corruption!"

Rotten Rats and Pustule Flies emitted sinister voices.

If the Corpse Attacher gained control of these two divine corpses, they would reverse their decline!

They quickly acted, taking a piece of decayed flesh from the Corpse Attacher.

However, what greeted them was a sudden burst of dark yellow destructive force!

Amidst an eerie silence, Rotten Rats and Pustule Flies held onto their sinister faces.

Yet the next moment, their bodies vanished into the air…

Rogel withdrew his hand, turning his gaze to the final competitor.

The most foul Corpse Attacher!

It can be said, Rogel and He shared a deep connection.

Since the grand tides of the Five Great Seas, Rogel had grown swiftly under His threatening influence.

Until now, this source of filth finally appeared before him, marking the end of everything.

"Ah…"

The rotten divine corpse suspended above the Corrupt Continent seemed to realize this point, emitting intermittent angry moans from its decayed throat.

The plan to let Rotten Rats and Pustule Flies control those two divine corpses failed.

This also meant He completely lost hope of vying for the sole divine throne...

The soul within the corrupt divine corpse pondered this, feeling a tearing pain.

He came from an ancient era.

After His death, he miraculously returned to His body.

However, His divine body had begun to dissipate.

Without a divine body, He would be but a rootless driftwood, a fish on the cutting board…

Thus, He chose to touch the unknown, at the cost of corruption by the Power of Authority, to preserve His divine body.

He gained the power of corruption and filth.

This allowed His divine corpse to be preserved.

Yet to preserve a True God Tier divine corpse amidst the world's evolution, He had to create a coffin, imprisoning Himself.

This imprisonment lasted countless years.

He endured foul odors, solitude, corruption, and filth in the narrow coffin.

On the corrupt divine corpse were born rats that feasted on decay and flies that oozed pus; He didn't mind, seeing them as extensions and entertainment.

But He incessantly yearned for free air beyond the world and His former glory.

If He could dominate the world at this moment, everything would be as He wished!

This was His only hope to continue surviving in such a form!

But… at this moment, all was rendered into a shadow.

Unable to control those two divine corpses, regardless of the struggle, He couldn't win the final victory against the joint force of the Eternal Burning Furnace, Duntemolin, and Rogel.

This drove the Corpse Attacher, whose mind was nearing collapse, into complete madness!

"…Corruption!!!"

The Corpse Attacher's soul extricated itself, emitting a wild shriek that shook the seas.

But just as He was about to detonate the entire corrupt divine corpse, coldly witnessing everything, Rogel, shielded by the Eternal Burning Furnace and Duntemolin and others, precisely injected the Power of Destruction into His soul's locus!

The shrieking soul suddenly halted its actions.

Then, gradually fissured into fine cracks…

Rogel looked on, indifferent.

The corrupt divine corpse, having lost its soul, was unable to sustain its power now.

But Rogel did not intend for this foul, filthy Corrupt Continent to continue existing.

Corruption and filth are natural rules of the world.

Yet once unbalanced, they become malignantly altered tumors that must be completely eradicated!

Rogel slowly raised his hand, dark yellow destructive force gathering within.

Soon, this force, condensed to the extreme, seemed to become a golden Seed of Destruction full of vitality.

"It's over."

Rogel calmly said.

He slightly lowered his head, and the Seed of Destruction left his hand, gradually descending towards the grotesque, fearsome Corrupt Continent in everyone's eyes.

The faint glow of the seed, after falling onto the vast, seemingly boundless Corrupt Continent, was quickly overshadowed by pus clouds and corpse gas, as if it stirred no waves…

But the next instant.

Shhh—

Dark yellow destructive force surged forth.

Countless cohesive destructive forces erupted in brilliant light, cutting through the Corrupt Continent's pus clouds, penetrating corpse gas and foul flesh…

The seed sprouted now, blossoming into a flower.

A bright and radiant Flower of Destruction, carrying a hint of sacredness, bloomed upon this filthy Corrupt Continent…

With the flowering of the Flower of Destruction, the Corrupt Continent vanished into the sea.

Looking back at the Divine Altar.

The extremely simple, yet imbued with supreme aura stairway, was constructed, leading to the depths shrouded by mystery!