Abyss Summoner-Chapter 344 - 336: Apocalyptic Landscape

"Whizz!"

A meteorite descended from the sky, drawing a slender tail, and fell straight into the valley.

"Plop."

Shortly after, a light footstep sounded from afar.

A stealthy figure approached from a distance, seemingly having heard some commotion, trying to scavenge something.

In the apocalypse, the biggest issue is not clothing or shelter, but food to fill the stomach. Those without skills, or perhaps their so-called skills, have become unimportant in the apocalypse. Lacking the strength to build or the appearance to amuse the upper echelon, they have only their able hands left, merely scavenging food for survival.

Stone, looking as if he is thirty, but his real age is merely nineteen, his skin ravaged by the harsh environment.

The older generation believes that a humble name lives longer, that a humble name avoids the gaze of misfortune, allowing the child to live longer.

Stone has a name, but in this dignity-less world, names hold no meaning for the weak. Compared to the name with his parents’ hopeful embellishments, he prefers his current name.

Stone.

He hopes his body may be as sturdy as stone.

Today yielded no gains, so he urgently needs to find some food to take home and eat.

He is too hungry, and due to winter, the surrounding weeds have withered. He lost the simplest hunger-quenching food, making his life even harder.

Stone cautiously heads toward the source of the sound. In the wilderness, caution always prolongs survival. No danger is around him; he begins to move slowly, heading toward the deep pit.

An egg.

What entered Stone’s sight was a brown egg!

In an extremely short time, the meteorite underwent a change; the mineral shell softened into leather-like wrinkles.

The egg is oval-shaped, with some white liquid flowing on it, seemingly freshly born, with the liquid still not solidified.

Strange thing.

"Had it fallen from the sky just now?" In confusion, because Stone had never seen such a thing.

In the wild, food is indeed scarce.

Despite the object’s oddity, it stirred something within Stone, compelling him to reach out and perhaps take it back for research.

Yet, before his hand touched it, the giant egg abruptly cracked, and a creature like a spider but with a long tail crawled out.

"Whizz!"

The creature seemed to detect Stone’s presence, leaping and landing straight on his face.

"What the hell is this!"

Stone was taken aback, feeling suffocated as if something slipped into his throat, nausea rising uncontrollably.

Soon, consciousness started fading.

Everything went black.

Stone fell into a coma.

It’s uncertain how much time passed, but the previously bright sky had darkened.

Was it about to be night?

Stone suddenly came to, hurriedly brushing his cheek with his hand, seeing the previous creature fall from his face.

The so-called creature appeared like an insect, but it was already dead, its body stiff and motionless, lying there.

Night had not arrived yet, but the creature had blocked his vision.

"What on earth is this?"

Stone coughed twice, feeling nauseous, wholly clueless about how the creature died while lying on his face.

Everything was too bizarre.

So much so, that fear gripped Stone, neglecting to pick up the creature’s remains, instead staggering back towards the camp.

Running for a long time, he eventually slowed down. He had never experienced this before and still couldn’t calm down.

"Sigh..." A sigh escaped as Stone touched his belly.

No food.

Looks like he would be hungry again today.

Sunshine elongated Stone’s shadow as he quickened his pace toward the survivor’s camp.

Unseen by anyone, including Stone himself, as he walked, his belly suddenly bulged as if something inside was struggling to come out, a bit eerie...

Danger loomed.

This survivor base with thousands of people would soon face utter destruction due to one insignificant scavenger.

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The night was dark and windy.

A small town built by tens of thousands nestled amidst three mountain-surrounded terrains, having never encountered danger due to its location.

Moreover, over ten professionals had self-awakened here; the town lived in peace, self-sufficient, relying on combat and cultivation for stability.

This was a rare human paradise.

Without oppression or exploitation from major forces, the survivors here relied on their strength and wisdom, establishing this beautiful home of their own.

Yet...

This very human haven today faced a lethal crisis.

Endless slaughter.

Some grotesque creatures suddenly invaded their homeland. No one knew how they arrived, as if they appeared out of thin air, without even breaking through the gates, surrounding the camp.

These were monsters with wolf heads, neither purely half-beastmen nor truly beasts, standing around two meters tall, with muscular builds and vicious fangs. They loved to tear survivors apart with their claws and teeth, and their strength was exceedingly fierce. Among hundreds of pitch-black monsters of formidable power, one entirely golden creature was especially terrifying.

Its spine bent and fanged visage, a wolf head impossibly large, and its eyes flashed with an eerie glow. Most horrifying of all, it clutched a scimitar.

The scimitar was half a meter long, entirely crimson, as if stained by countless bloodshed. If one listened closely, ghostly whispers could be heard emanating from it.

It was like countless departed souls were roaring in agony, evoking an unparalleled sense of dread from the depths of one’s heart.

Gold level!

This was a Gold-level creature!

Jackal-wolfman.

Abyssal creature.

In a sense, they were not products of this world. Catastrophe was imminent, as, due to some unknown energy influence, the Dimension Wall was gradually corroding. Even though other dimensional creatures hadn’t appeared on a large scale, occasionally small groups of entities from other dimensions arrived here due to some coincidence.

Just recently, a rift from the Abyss had descended upon the human gathering place.

How tragic.

It was uncertain whether this was the jackal-wolfman’s fortune or humanity’s misfortune.

It was an insidious race.

They were hybrids resembling jackals yet possessed the ability to walk upright, similar to humans. They were synonymous with cunning, bloodthirstiness, cruelty, and wickedness.

In their original world, slaughter permeated their lives.

The jackal-wolfman’s world was not peaceful; many high-tier jackal-wolfmen instigated wars over territory, destroying land and resources. They naturally enjoyed enslavement and destruction, often executing captives in the cruelest manner after defeating adversaries.

Dimension Wall had broken, and these jackal-wolfmen descended upon here.

No confusion or hesitation. To the jackal-wolfman, the unfamiliar atmosphere made them feel alien, and slaughter occurred in an instant.

Although the camp had over a dozen professionals, under the jackal-wolfman’s offensive, they still made no progress, and resistance was suppressed.

Countless screams and cries played out in the camp, flames scattered everywhere, and a once prosperous and peaceful camp became a zone of death. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Several hours...

When the last woman was torn by the jackal-wolfman’s claws, the humans in the camp were massacred completely.

The place was full of corpses.

Of the elderly, men, women, even infants lying in pools of blood.

Jackal-wolfmen were the most exceptional executioners, devoid of mercy and humanity. Some infants were only half left. Among these bloodthirsty monsters, during the slaughter, they even devoured humans.

The Golden jackal-wolfman stood on the land soaked in blood, gazing around. Its pupils initially contained a bit of confusion, gently sniffing the air like thoroughly savoring this smell, while a sinister smile gradually formed on its dark face.

"Woo woo..."

The Golden jackal-wolfman roared loudly, the surrounding jackal-wolfman’s pupils enlarging, waving their arms as if responding, following closely.

The eerie wolf howl translated to just two words, and they were... Conquest!

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Catastrophe looms.

Dimensional cracks began appearing in the space’s Walls, enabling unheard-of races to arrive in this world through these gaps.

In some survivors’ homes, some babies were born. However, unlike ordinary infants, these children’s pupils were innately pale golden, and their gaze was cold. From birth, they possessed strength not inferior to Bronze Tier.

Fallen Angels.

It was a sacred bloodline.

They uphold the will of judgment and adjudication upon this land, but unlike humans who fight for their companions, these dimensional creatures most preferred teaching and brainwashing. To them, humans were simply uncultivated beasts. Such guardianship was at most a method to expand influence.

Indeed, from their moment of birth, they crush all of the infant’s will, ruthless and heartless, without attachment or fear, possessing only peculiar abilities and beautiful wings, yet seeming like cold iron beings devoid of emotion.

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In the jungle, some trees with sturdy bodies begin awakening. They excel in construction and defense, regarding the forest as their home. They bear no notion of good or evil, only the purest nature and harmony.

Regardless of justice or evil, any presence affecting the forest would be regarded as enemies and would be struck with the harshest methods.

These creatures called ancient tree spirits had skin comparable to that of the Dragon Race in durability and could also use boulders to strike the enemy. Every leaf and blade of grass in the forest served as their eyes and ears. In the confrontation process, when a one-ton stone strikes the enemy, its impact resembles a meteor falling.

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Some creatures filled with a sulfurous air permeated the volcano surroundings: Frenzy Demon, Snake Demon, Desire Demon, Tyranny Demon, Dragon Demon...

Even some demons would descend upon this land.

These were dimensional creatures living in environments filled with natural disasters, possessing gigantic bodies and strange abilities. They had life force comparable to that of the Insect Race and the endurance of zombies, along with beast-like attack power.

In the catastrophe, they were the main force breaking through human defenses. Some cunning demons even signed dark contracts with other races, forming alliances to counterattack humans and vowing to split the land originally belonging to humanity.

This was an era of chaotic demon dance. No one knew how many races descended upon this land; only that these dimensions were extremely unstable. Some dimensional Walls were likely ripped in the wild or near city borders.

Indeed, when you sleep, a dimensional rift could open by your bedside. Then, species such as the rending insect, Fallen Angels, ancient tree spirits, demons, etc., could appear around you.

The era’s pattern is quietly changing.

There is no absolute safety; no one knows, what disaster may arrive at their side.

Dimensional conquest.

Under such circumstances, the human lands suddenly became a Beast Fighting Arena, with countless monsters making their appearance one after another. The apocalypse’s true visage is slowly exposing itself before humanity’s eyes...