BSI Chapter 1053 Go Down One More Floor
Chapter 1053 Go Down One More Floor
In the temporary camp.
At that moment, an officer wearing a commander's insignia walked over, clapping his hands vigorously with an understanding smile, attracting the attention of everyone in the area.
"Alright, warriors!"
The commander's voice was loud and full of satisfaction, "Welcome home! You have made history, and your names will be engraved on the monument of glory of the Night's Watch and the entire Order! Now, it's time to lay down the burden of battle and get some rest!"
A low cheer and response rang out from the crowd.
“However,” the commander changed the subject, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He pointed to the faint gray aura still rising from the crowd, and then to the clearly visible, brightly lit city of the Ring Tower in the distance.
"Before you rush into the tavern to celebrate, or go home to hug your loved ones... we need to deal with a little 'personal hygiene' issue. You don't want to fill the streets and alleys of the City of the Ring with the fragrance of Abyss 'specialties,' do you? That's not exactly a welcome gift from the Abyss."
A soldier immediately responded loudly, his voice filled with exaggerated grievance: "Commander! Is it that we don't want to wash ourselves clean? In the Blood Pit Fortress, we're lucky to even be alive, let alone take a bath! That little bit of water from the purification array isn't even enough to wash our faces!"
This remark elicited another burst of laughter and applause.
The commander couldn't help but laugh out loud, waving his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "I understand, I completely understand! So, don't rush, just stand still and wait a moment. The logistics department has already arranged the 'ultimate purification package' for you! We guarantee you'll be completely refreshed, inside and out!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd's gaze was involuntarily drawn to a soft and holy light.
A young woman dressed in a pure white robe, surrounded by several priests of the Church of Holy Light, slowly walked to the high platform in front of the square.
She had short, flowing silver hair, and most striking of all were a pair of fluffy, lively cat ears on her head—she was an orc.
Her identity is self-evident; she is a newly ordained saint of the Holy Light Church in recent years, and is revered as the "Holy Drop Saintess" because of her pure and flawless holy light affinity and healing ability.
The Holy Drip Saintess had a serene face and clear, compassionate eyes.
She didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly to the returning soldiers below.
Then, she closed her eyes and held her hands in front of her chest as if holding up an invisible treasure.
In an instant, a gentle yet incredibly pure holy light surged from her body, gathering and taking shape between her outstretched palms.
A lotus-shaped plant made of pure light energy slowly bloomed above her palm.
Each petal is composed of flowing holy light, radiating a warm, purifying, and vibrant aura.
As this "holy lotus" took shape, the air in the entire plaza seemed to be infused with a refreshing spring.
Moist, fragrant air, carrying the scent of fresh grass and trees, spread silently. Under the sunlight, countless tiny points of light shimmered and danced within them, like billions of tiny diamonds.
One, two... several magnificent rainbows quietly appeared in the air where water vapor and light mingled, spanning the heads of the soldiers like a divinely bestowed bridge.
An indescribable, refreshing, and purifying force, like a warm tide, instantly engulfed the entire assembly square.
All the exhausted and filthy soldiers couldn't help but close their eyes and take a deep breath of the long-lost air, filled with a sacred and pure atmosphere.
The tension in my nerves completely relaxed at that moment, as if every pore was letting out a satisfied sigh.
Immediately afterwards, the water droplets shimmering with holy light in the sky, like the gentlest and most delicate spring rain, began to fall gently.
They landed on the soldiers' helmets, sliding down the grooves in the cold metal;
They seeped into the cold cracks of the heavy armor, carrying away the congealed blood and sulfur;
They dripped onto the soldiers' bare or clothed skin, bringing a refreshing coolness. This coolness was not cold, but rather like the purest spring water, gently washing away the filth, penetrating deep into the skin, and even seeping into the depths of their blood and soul.
"Zizi..."
Subtle sounds rose and fell among the crowd.
Visible to the naked eye, thick, ink-black mist was forcibly forced out from the gaps in the armor, collars and cuffs, and even the pores of every warrior.
These black mists twisted and tumbled, and one could vaguely make out the hideous faces of demons or the forms of painful struggles. They were the stubborn remnants of chaos and pollution in the abyss that lingered within them.
The light of the Holy Lotus illuminated the rising black mist, like the sun melting snow.
The moment the black mist came into contact with the holy light and rainbow halo, it let out a silent wail, quickly faded and dissipated, and finally turned into nothingness, completely merging into the clear sky without leaving a trace.
The unpleasant smell of sulfur and blood in the square quickly dissipated, replaced by the freshness of a forest after the rain and the warm tranquility unique to holy light.
Although the armor on the warriors was still covered with the marks of battle, it seemed to have been thoroughly "cleaned" and no longer emitted any repulsive filth.
The weariness was still on their faces, but the deep gloom and sense of being consumed by chaos had been swept away, their skin regained a healthy glow, and their eyes became clearer.
As the last wisp of black mist dissipated beneath the rainbow, the lotus of light in the Holy Maiden's hand slowly dimmed, eventually transforming into starlight that merged into her body.
She opened her eyes, her clear cat-like pupils showing a hint of weariness, but even more so, relief and blessings.
She bowed slightly once again to the newly transformed warriors below.
There were no cheers, only a deep, grateful, and liberating tranquility.
A gentle breeze, carrying the fresh scent of purification and the vitality of the distant city of the Tower Ring, softly embraced every warrior returning home.
The mark of the abyss was completely washed away in this sacred rain of purification.
They finally returned to their bright homeland, safe and sound.
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Steel fortress.
Viewed from above, this gray-white land, seemingly forged from metal,
The Legion of Order is charging here.
The dwarven phalanx resembled a moving steel fortress, elven arrows wove a web of deathly light, elemental giants roared as they hurled lava and hailstones, and star rangers' airships unleashed beams of destruction.
These armies of order are waging an unprecedented annihilation against a horde of demons of all shapes and sizes surging from every corner of the abyss.
The stench of blood was so strong that it almost solidified into a blood mist, casting a blinding crimson hue over everything in sight.
The ground, which had once reflected the cold glint of metal, was now covered with viscous blood, broken entrails, and cooled molten metal debris, making a nauseating, sticky sound when stepped on.
As far as the eye could see, not an inch of land remained unstained by blood, and not a single space was unfilled by the raging torrent of battle. The howls of demons, the clash of weapons, the explosions of magic, and the wails of the dying converged into an unending symphony of death from the depths of the abyss.
At the heart of the battlefield, the area that symbolized the will of this abyss was now unrecognizable. Its massive structure was riddled with enormous penetrating wounds and lacerations, as if it had been gnawed by a colossal beast.
The central area of the fortress was completely leveled, leaving only a bottomless, enormous crater with molten metal and the undying holy flames of order flowing along its edges.
This is the very spot where the gods clashed.
A dozen figures exuding immense divine power clashed fiercely among the broken walls and ruins of the fortress, and on the shattered dome.
The divine light of order and the fel energy of the abyss were like two torrents bursting their banks, each collision triggering a cataclysmic explosion.
The mist of judgment transformed into a silvery net that blotted out the sky, purifying the surging chaos; the star Il drew upon shattered fragments of the stars, transforming them into a destructive storm that swept across the battlefield; the purifying thorns summoned by the god of nature grew wildly, strangling the filthy plant demons.
Meanwhile, the several grotesque abyssal gods roared, unleashing corrosive acid rain, shadowy claws that tore through space, and twisted behemoths summoned from the depths of the abyss.
A storm of energy swept across the land, and space, like fragile glass, constantly emitted sharp cries, cracking and mending, mending and cracking again.
The entire plane was violently trembling under the collision of forces that transcended mortal comprehension, as if it might collapse completely at any moment.
"Now!"
The Titan Guardian's mountain-like figure stood at the edge of the battlefield, its massive shield radiating golden ripples that stabilized the space, carving out a relatively stable area amidst the chaos.
His voice, like the rumble of the earth, pierced through the deafening noise of the battlefield.
Several order deities, well-versed in the rules of space, understood each other perfectly and instantly broke free from their battle with the evil god, converging above the enormous pit at the center of the fortress.
Together, they transformed their divine power into a massive drill made of runes of order, powerful enough to pierce through planes, and slammed it into the spatial barrier that had become relatively weak due to the destruction of the fortress's core.
"BOOM—!!!"
A deafening roar, even more terrifying than the destruction of the fortress, erupted. A massive rift, stretching across the sky and with edges flowing with molten, ordered energy and chaotic spatial currents, was forcibly torn open!
Across the rift, a thick, nauseating green stench assaulted the senses—it was the 773rd level of the abyss—the Abyss of Corruption.
This is a suffocating, morbidly teeming plant hell in the abyss.
Giant, tar-black vines entwined the dark green, glowing fungal carpet, twisted carnivorous flower buds spewed corrosive spores, and the roots of towering, decaying trees were deeply embedded in the swamp flowing with pus.
The filthy greenery reigns supreme here, and the air is filled with a cloying, rotten stench and highly toxic miasma rising from plant sap.
"For order! Forward!"
The guardian titan pointed his massive shield at the rift, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.
The Legion of Order surged forth like a flood bursting its banks. One part continued to slaughter the demons of this level, while the other part, the most elite force, rushed towards the rift without hesitation, plunging into the unknown abyss filled with poisonous plants!
The gods took the lead, transforming into streaks of brilliant divine light and rushing in first!
The abyss's ultimate roar and the destruction of the 773rd floor:
"Roar! Ro ...
The moment the power of order surged into the 773rd floor, the will of the abyss unleashed an unprecedented, hysterical roar of fury.
This roar was no longer a vague urging, but a direct declaration of destruction, like billions of stars exploding simultaneously.
It pierced through all layers of barriers, slamming into the core of the soul of every demon and evil god, carrying the most primal fear and the most violent destructive commands.
Bury them on the 773rd floor at all costs!
The Abyss of Corruption, a plane composed of highly poisonous plants, has become the final bulwark chosen by the will of the abyss!
Almost at the same time that the vanguard of the Order Legion and the gods stepped into the 773rd floor, the demons and evil gods who had been gathering there for a long time, suppressing their anger and fear, finally erupted.
"Kill them all!!!"
Accompanied by several mental roars mixed with savagery, greed, and determination, more than ten figures exuding terrifying evil god pressure suddenly appeared from the twisted plant shadows of the Abyss of Corruption, from the depths of the poisonous swamp, and from the giant flower buds covered in slime.
They are the main force that responded to the final call of the will of the abyss and set up the ambush here.
The Furnace Tyrant, a mid-level evil god, was surrounded by raging inferno. With a single punch, the giant lava fist evaporated a dark green fungal carpet forest covering dozens of miles, turning it, along with the Order Vanguard troops within, into ashes.
The Lord of Rust possesses only a weak divine power.
The flowing oil slick spewed forth a rain of rust that blotted out the sky. Wherever it passed, whether it was the armor of the Order Warriors or the giant vines of the Abyss, everything instantly became fragile, rotten, and crumbled into dust.
A plant-evil god, resembling a giant, man-eating flower bud, opened its flower core, which was covered in sharp teeth, and spewed out a cloud of highly poisonous spores containing soul-corroding properties, enveloping the nature god who was charging at the forefront.
Another evil god, composed of countless writhing vines, wielded hundreds of barbed tentacles, tearing through space and striking at the God of Order Space, who was trying to stabilize the teleportation channel.
This is just the beginning!
More evil gods joined the battle, holding nothing back and harboring no more schemes. The ultimate roar of the abyss's will ignited the destructive instincts within their chaotic core!
More than twenty god-level beings—more than ten Order Gods and an equal number of Abyssal Evil Gods—engaged in an unprecedented divine war, a conflict rarely seen even in the Astral Plane, within this filthy green hell.
"Boom! Crack! Sizzle—!"
The clash of divine powers was no longer a probing struggle, but a direct and violent annihilation!
The divine light of order and the filthy fel energy of the abyss collide like two galaxies, each contact triggering an explosion powerful enough to tear apart the continental shelf.
Purifying thorns and corrosive vines entangled and annihilated each other; stardust storms and acid hurricanes tore at each other; space was repeatedly folded, torn, and shattered, revealing the bizarre and chaotic void below.
Time becomes disordered here, and the aftershocks of energy exhibit strange stagnation or acceleration.
Faced with the indiscriminate destructive power of the gods, the Abyss of Corruption was as fragile as paper.
The filthy greenery? Instantly evaporated, burned, and decomposed!
A dark green forest of vines? Turned to dust in swathes!
A swamp oozing pus? It was vaporized by terrifying energy, revealing a cracked, scorched earth crust!
The earth was torn open into bottomless canyons, and the sky was churned into a chaotic vortex by energy storms. In just a few breaths, more than half of the once lush, albeit sickly, plant abyss was completely destroyed, turning into an absolute dead zone filled with turbulent energy, spatial fragments, and elemental dust.
The entire structure of the abyss was groaning under the strain, and the spatial barriers were shaking violently, as if they were about to collapse completely at any moment.
Right at the heart of this destructive storm, a cold, viscous will filled with endless malice surged forth from the deepest part of the abyss like tangible black asphalt, forcibly pouring into the shattered spatial structure of the 773rd layer.
The will of the abyss is personally taking action, carrying out the most brutal "reinforcement".
Instead of trying to restore the "ecology" here, it recklessly overdraws the plane's origin, forcibly gluing and distorting the shattered space, and forcibly blending the pervasive destructive energy with the chaotic origin emitted by the evil gods.
It aims to transform this near-destruction 773-story structure into a pure, chaotic barrier forged from "evil" and "chaos."
Its sole purpose is to block the path for order to continue tearing apart the battlefield of bloodshed.
Even if the price is the permanent destruction of this layer, it's worth it. (End of Chapter)