Chapter 189 Ode to Despair

The sky became even gloomier, and by the time it dawned again, the sky was no longer visible.

Lynch sensed enemies, filling the air and rising above the sea.

The engine hull began to make a faint knocking sound, like an illusion in a violent storm.

At first, only Lynch noticed the abnormality. Soon, Teclis and Eugen on the lower floor also saw invisible things outside the hull.

A huge slap stopped the boasting of the dwarves and the elf sword masters, and cracks like spider webs appeared in the middle ship window.

The broken crystals healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state within a few breaths.

The elf put down his cup, and the dwarf took up his battle axe.

But how can giant swords and battle axes fight against the invisible?

In the independent bathroom on the upper floor, John looked at the light blue metal wall melancholy, recalling the past years.

The dim holy light on his body reminded John that evil was approaching.

Suddenly, a handprint suddenly bulged out from the wall, but it was quickly repaired by the engine itself.

The strong wind outside the pyramid engine tosses the ocean wantonly, and the roaring thunder is like a dull laugh.

The dark clouds are bloated like giants, and they also look like tall, fat gods looking down on the mortal realm.

The suspension engine trembled in the air, and the air seemed to become the big hand of a certain existence, tightly grasping the ancient saint's creation.

The slapping sounds on the hull became more and more intense, and in a daze, Eugen saw densely packed, rotting corpses.

They were lying outside the pyramid, scratching desperately at the outer wall of the floating engine, and beating in vain against the barrier made of alloy and magic.

Teclis opened and closed his lips, and Eugen saw the condensed Hexi energy. The mage was preparing a guardian spell.

The dense slapping sound suddenly stopped, and the elf mage turned his head with difficulty, as if he had overcome many obstacles and saw the sky.

His eyes overflowed with blood, and the smell of blood was in his ears.

Eugen didn't know what he saw. The Oracle closed his eyes tightly and covered his ears. Even the most powerful mage was hurt. The other party must be of an extremely high level.

The eyelids were itching unbearably, and they were being coerced by some force, struggling to open so that mortals could witness the nature of chaos.

Eugen felt endless life, floating outside the engine and covering the sea.

Billions of tiny beings cheered in the air and sea water, and their insignificant voices gathered into a deafening roar that resounded throughout the world.

"Sevenfold Curse!"

The light between heaven and earth was completely lost, and the sun also died here.

Another enthusiastic praise that stirred up endless echoes sounded, almost destroying the sanity of mortals.

"Seven diseases!"

Thousands of lingering voices echoed in Eugen's ears. No matter whether they were strong or old, mortals were dying in the power of the God of All Things.

The painful groans also praised the Lord of Decay, and everything came to a standstill.

"Seven changes!"

Unspeakable weirdness crept into Eugen's mind, beating his pure thoughts, and tirelessly leading him astray.

They sang a cursed song noisily in Eugen's brain, and Eugen's mind was torn into countless pieces.

"Seven levels of decay!"

Although he was not physically injured, Eugen was still suffering from lingering weakness. He sat down on the chair with difficulty, shrinking weakly.

There was no need to cover his ears and eyes anymore, because the world that Eugen felt was only empty darkness.

Countless tiny lives once again integrated into a grand chorus, shattering the darkness, but Eugen would rather stay in the darkness than face the horror of chaos.

"Sevenfold Despair!"

A faint despair hung in the air, unreasonable and uncontrollable.

They connect Eugen's despair aroused under heavy pressure, oppressing the insignificant mortal from both inside and outside, trying to completely break his defenses.

This sea area is the domain of the Lord of Despair, and the diseases it spread casually have now blossomed.

The Sword of Despair failed to wipe out the Lizardmen, but it left an irreversible impact on the world.

It was like there were countless naughty children pulling on Eugen's ears and playing with his body. Billions of voices were like spring thunder that awakened all things, singing loudly together again.

"Sevenfold growth!"

The crisp sound of the sharp weapon cutting through the air cut off the buds growing in Organ's heart.

Teclis silently chanted Asuryan's name, finding courage from the blazing heat of the Phoenix God.

He used the Sword of Teclis to cut off the influence spreading from the spiritual world.

In the mage's second view, the outside of the engine turned into an empty light yellow-green, and the most withered autumn day was not enough to describe its decline.

Mortals collapsed under the pressure of mountains and plains, and suffering became the main theme of the world.

The dazzling sunlight shines from the upper level of the pyramid. In the sunlight, a stubborn soul stubbornly fights against the omnipresent despair.

He is like a small boat in a violent storm, or like a scattered candlelight in the howling cold wind in winter.

The torrential rain and wind became even more violent, and the shrill and chilling roars sounded maliciously, as if a child playing with ants was trying to crush the ants to death.

"Sevenfold blessings!"

Teclis heard a loud noise from his soul, and was protected from fainting by Lilith's moon staff.

On the upper level of the suspended engine, the sunlight became more dazzling under the heavy pressure. The soul within it, with tireless enthusiasm, persevered in pushing forward the ideal and walked out of despair.

Billions of screams sounded at the same time. They cursed the disobedient people in pain and dissipated in the air.

Outside the pyramid engine, at some point on the originally empty sea, a biological warship made of rotting corpses and covered with tumors appeared.

All the blisters on it burst, and flesh and blood continued to peel off from the battleship, turning into pus and dissolving in the ocean.

The failure of the confrontation in the spiritual world made the extension of the great demonic power almost collapse.

Lynch turned around without hesitation, accelerated slightly, and crashed into the Nurgle battleship.

The living ship turned slowly, like a defeated soldier fleeing for his life.

However, the heavy damage caused it to lose its previous flexibility. There was no earth-shattering impact, and Zongqi's engine crashed into the Nurgle warship without any hindrance.

The feeling of malicious gaze passed by in a flash, and the dark clouds dispersed, revealing the scorching sun.

The turbid seawater quickly became clear again in the sunshine, and the dirt contaminated by the engine was also washed away by the self-purification system.

Lin Qi didn't dare to relax, and was still fully alert to the disturbance from the outside world.

It wasn't until his companions woke up one by one and the Archmage used Haixi to dispel the lingering despair that Lin Qi shifted his attention.

After the disaster, everyone resumed their usual activities, but the long-bearded dwarf who was drinking wine added a bit of silence, and the elf leaning on the seat was no longer in the mood to argue with the dwarf.

The Oracle silently climbed to the upper floor and found a seat close to the lizard man, which gave him a sense of security.