Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 544 - 499: Challenging the Wasteland Rules

The Black Angels formed a diamond array, their dense figures amassing into a majestic Angel Mountain, their wings blocking the sun and sky, their seductive and graceful bodies connecting into a vast sea of torsos. Their pupils shone brightly like the Star River in the Dark Domain, yet not a flicker of emotional turbulence escaped them…

Confronted with the Mutant Royal Species attacking from different areas of the Wasteland, the only desire apparent in their eyes was for slaughter!

The Black Angels in the diamond formation wielded the Blood Rose Swords, ready to meet the strongest of the Mutant Royal Species arriving first.

Most of these Mutant Royal Species were beastly Aliens, among them was the mountain-like Dragon Centipede, conspicuously present. It opened its mouth, spitting out its Rapid Freeze Ice Breath toward the Black Angels' diamond formation, trying to freeze them into statues.

The Black Angels dispersed, they were not a hive mind, but they all obeyed the command of the sole Black Sky Lord. Each fought strongly on an individual basis.

A dozen Black Angels, like futuristic female warriors, nimbly weaved through the huge mountainous body of the Dragon Centipede, separately targeting its head, neck, limbs, and tail.

The Dragon Centipede was covered all over with rare minerals, and its skin and flesh were embedded with countless gems like agate, jade, Radiant Crystal, Colorful Gold, and Mithril, which served as the hard plating for its armor. The Blood Rose Swords in the hands of the Black Angels failed to tear through its body.

"Roar!!!"

The Dragon Centipede violently flicked its tail, whipping up mountain peak-like blades that pierced through two of the Black Angels, their black feathers stained red with blood.

Seemingly aware these Black Angels were not so easily killed, the Dragon Centipede immediately spewed a blast of freezing cold at the two impaled Black Angels, transforming their bodies into ice chaff, then using its bodily strength to crush them to pieces!

The Mutated Dragon Centipede Imperial Species was extremely strong, and most of the Royal Species were shredded to smithereens upon breaking into the Black Angels' formation, but this Royal Species stood unyielding. Even with more and more Black Angels arriving, they still could not kill it.

The Dragon Centipede Royal Species, relying solely on its own power, tore a gap in the Black Angel Army, and the Mutant Royal Species, implanted with a strong desire to slaughter, automatically aligned their battlefront. They no longer blindly burrowed into the Black Angels' formation, but instead used the momentum of the Dragon Centipede Royal Species to continuously tear new breaches in the Black Angel Army.

The numbers of the Black Angel Army were astonishing. They were like a towering angelic dam before the black Citadel, enduring the unprecedented surge of the mutant deluge. At first, the tide only raised countless splashes that would then recede into silence, but as subsequent waves continued to pound, even the seemingly impregnable dam of Black Angels began to wobble.

This had turned into an epic slaughter, comparable to the Shura Purgatory, akin to an interstellar war between species from different planets. On one side were the Black Angels whose battle cells were extremely active, and on the other, the chaotic, wild, bizarre, Alien, and Mutant strains...

At first glance, the enchanting and enticing Black Angels, closer to the human female form, seemed to be the embodiment of justice. They were from Heaven, holy messengers dispatched to this life-filled cosmos by gods, while the Mutant Royal Species army hailed from Hell, cursed lifeforms awakened from Nine Nether, locked in a struggle between gods and demons, vying for dominion over this universe.

However, once those supermodel-like Black Angels suffered heavy injuries, had parts of their bodies severed, and large chunks of flesh ripped away, revealing internal structures akin to alien worms, beneath their perfect exteriors were breeding grounds for uglier and more intimidating tissue than spiders, maggots, and rotting worms, as well as organs formed from dark cocoon crystals. Any normal person would experience a strong uncanny valley response at this sight, and without the guise of their external appearance, one would be convinced that the Black Angels were truly evil spirits and demons crawling out of the Hell Furnace!

With more Mutant Royal Species joining the fray, more and more of the Black Angels' grotesqueness was revealed. Some transformed their lower bodies into combat-suitable tentacles, like evil old tree roots that could strangle their foes, some grew toxic tumors over their bodies, becoming poison containers, and some simply plunged head-first into the powerful bodies of the Mutant Royal Species, greedily sucking their blood.

Such grotesque forms, such abnormality, coupled with such grandeur and shocking struggle, were truly breathtaking.

Wu Hen stood atop the observation tower, now shrouded in haze and poison, barely able to discern how many layers the battlefield was divided into, only knowing that he was caught in a holy war between two epic species…

To be honest, Wu Hen was unwilling to stand with either side.

Having understood the true nature of their life forces, Wu Hen's current mindset wished for these monsters to best exterminate themselves, disappearing completely from this world in the war stirred by Dai Jing. Wu Hen couldn't bear to think how his homeland would be contaminated and what it would turn into, blighted with rot and plague by their presence!

In fact, during the most vulnerable period of the Nuwa God End, the homeland had also been influenced by the Black Shirt Organization, with disasters akin to zombification surfacing in several cities.

Nuwa God End was like a small ark, sailing through the otherworldly, bizarre seas of the Alien Domain. Storms corroded, icy cold eroded, poisonous water infiltrated, and toxic fungi grew rampant. People on the ark needed to be constantly vigilant, removing moldy boards immediately, and timely washing away seas of mutation-causing toxic water, lest the entire ark be corroded and ultimately transformed into a world of demons and aberrations.

Some time had passed since reaching the Cang Chu Divine Realm.

By now, Wu Hen finally understood why the navigators were still seeking the direction to move forward.

This Divine Realm was not truly a habitat for humans. It appeared orderly, but the sunshine of order only shone upon the upper tier of the Life Pyramid. The middle and lower tiers, along with what lay beneath the soil, were packed with endless bones, where life at the bottom and in the middle feasted on each other. It had evolved beyond mere survival necessities, gradually turning into the purest form of slaughter.

The Daxuan Empire is like this.

The Holy Sect Land is like this.

This wasteland, illuminated by the Godless Star and lying between the two, is even more so.

Essentially, there is no difference. As long as there exists a wise and sober leader among the navigators, they will realize that the Cang Chu Divine Realm is by no means the other shore people envision it to be. In this glorious and advanced otherworldly place, the food chain is well concealed, yet still exists as a deformed ecology of layered domestication and repeated slaughter...

All sorts of powers have ladders reaching up to the high-dimensional space, but none have evolved into a truly healthy high-dimensional civilization.

Still, we must navigate, in this otherworldly realm devoid of any semblance of order.

This also re-emphasized to Wu Hen the importance of the Star Marker!

"Join me to the Citadel, to kill the Black Sky Lord?" Dai Jing asked.

"That clause doesn't seem to be in our agreement," Wu Hen replied.

"But don't you want to know who exactly set the Wasteland Rules?" Dai Jing said.

Wu Hen fell silent. He had never spoken openly about this matter.

"Stop pretending, your eyes have already betrayed you. Having cornered the Black Sky Lord to this point, whoever is backing him will not sit back and do nothing," Dai Jing said.

"I can join you, but I will act according to the situation," Wu Hen said.

"Good!" Dai Jing nodded.

She divided her Illusion Form Warriors into several groups, sending them separately into the Royal Palace, Lan Guang Temple, and Biological Light Tower. If things go as expected, the upper echelon of the Snow Mountain Holy Hall should now be hiding inside the Black Citadel—they certainly wouldn't want to be killed by the very monsters they created...

They've developed Alien Species specimens, yet they can't accurately predict to what terrifying extent the specimens will evolve after being released. The only safety barrier they can rely on is the Black Angel Army.

The Illusion Form Warriors must destroy those cruel technologies poisoning the entire otherworldly realm in this "Holy War", kill some key figures within this huge ruling organization, and end the diseased ecology of this wasteland.

Bring this place back to its origins, where sunlight and vegetation abound with Life Energy, where vegetation nourishes all creatures of the land, where creatures maintain a certain racial isolation, yet form a healthy mutual constraint, with natural and orderly life cycles within their own species, and where death is also a rest, returning to nature...

Illusion Form Warriors have not truly been abandoned by the gods.

It's that, though they possess humanity, their bodies cannot be decomposed by the land, and the Mechanical Cells in their bodies grow like cancer cells, refusing to let them age, refusing to let them die, and the Mechanical Cells can even grow their own consciousness, taking over their sacred bodies, eventually becoming monstrosities like the Black Angels, where souls cannot rest, forced to lose all humanity and become machines of slaughter and resentful demons!

Such transformative technology must be utterly eradicated.

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This group of beasts who use living people and Alien Species for integration and experiments are not creators, not the gods of this otherworldly realm. They are simply a group of pathological, psychologically deformed bioscience devils.

The Black Angels and Alien Species cannot represent good and evil, but in the eyes of the Illusion Form Warriors, they are the warriors of this land. They have launched this Holy War, and even if they perish here today, in the future wasteland oasis world that will be rebuilt, their names will be etched, their Heroic Souls not only rest but will become central statues in every city, admired by countless descendants of the wasteland, the true heroic spirits of this new order, the battling gods of this moment in time!

Dai Jing's task is simple.

She wants to rebuild the rules here, to become the god who dictates all order.

Wu Hen also knows that Dai Jing is challenging the rule-setters of this place.

Although it's still unclear whether the Black Sky Lord is really Cangling's left or right hand, Wu Hen knows that by following Dai Jing, he will certainly meet that "creator" who has made this place so sick!