God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 938: For the Curtain Call, The End of the World as we Know It (29).

Chapter 938: For the Curtain Call, The End of the World as we Know It (29).

Bodies twisting as they, man and Devil, fell into the depths of the Spire, their furious clashes sent tremors through the entire otherworldly structure.

Trying to kill its moment, Femus speed its wings. However, Lukas had other ideas.

"Where do you think you’re running to, bastard?!" Lukas growled as he his sword danced through the air.

The Devil screeched. Massive tears had appeared on its wings.

With no way to support its movement, coupled with Lukas’ violent bombardment, they continued careening towards the bottom of the spire.

Seeing its death rapidly approaching, the {Winged Devil Calvary} roared furiously. In a last didt h effort, it violently slashed forward with its claws.

Unfortunately for Lukas, one of them tore right through his stomach, completely gutting him.

Reflexively, Lukas’ sword hand moved. He stabbed the blade into the Devil’s throat several times in the span of a single second.

As it choked on its own blood, Femus managed to wheeze out the words of an incantation.

As they continued to fall, its body began to glow bright.

Beaten and bleeding, Lukas glanced down at the Devil that had suddenly begun to swell.

It was very clear to see that this monster wanted to make sure he went down as well.

Unfortunately for it, he didn’t have any plans to die today.

As the body of the Devil turned brighter and continents to swell, he pulled out a scroll from his inventory and tore it.

A translucent light shot out of the torn scroll and envelope him to form an aegis.

The next second, there was a blinding explosion.

The Devil Spire shook violently.

Before Lukas could breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed that the explosion only grew more and more.

The next moment...

BANG!

He crashed into the ground.

The shield surrounding him shattered.

He quickly rolled away, avoiding the violent conflagration that smashed into the ground alongside him.

His eyes darted everywhere.

He had arrived at the bottom of the spire.

He glanced up. The network of hanging bridges were like the blood vessels within the body of an ungodly, nightmarish being.

’This place is...’

He returned his gaze and observed where he was.

His face turned white like a sheet.

However, a trace of something sinister appeared in his eyes.

Then bottom of the spire was by far wider than he had expected it to be.

It was circular and the walls stretched out in a come shape, forming a sort of funnel mouth which he had come through.

The ambient density of Devil Essence was also thicker, but not as bad as that passage they had gone through.

However, it was frightening for another reason.

He felt thousands of eyes lock onto him the moment he landed here.

Then his mind was immediately bombarded with mad screams and whispers, trying to tear his very soul apart.

He groaned and fell to his knees, clutching and tearing at his face until his fingernails turned bloodied.

Blood streamed down his nostrils and eyes as his brain shook and trembled under the strain.

Just when he thought he was done, he felt something cool wrap around his soul.

He looked around.

Standing beside him, murmuring a strange chant, was that lady, Abigail.

Gilead glanced down at him with knitted brows,

"Are you okay?"

The pain finally subsided,

"Yeah. I’m good."

He decided to remain on the ground a few seconds longer. Just to catch his breath.

Abigail pursed her lips and spoke,

"We managed to make it down here. But I can only hold out for so long. This barrier is made up of spirit essence."

Gilead nodded, his expression hard,

"In other words, we need to get rid of all of them as fast as possible."

With his eyes, Gilead could could at least ten of the abominably, worm-like behemoths wriggling and laying on the ground.

Although they played a huge part in the corruption of worlds, the {Broodmothers} evolved to have less and less firepower, meaning they were little more than sittiyducks at the moment.

However, to protect them, the Devils had placed various wards and countermeasures.

Standing at the center of the floor was an enormous creature forged of darkness and blasphemous magic.

An amalgamation of rotting corpses, blended together to create something never seen before.

Far greater and more powerful than any {Zombie} or Devil he had seen so far.

Together with the mental suppression of the {Broodmothers}, most intruders would be torn to shreds and absorbed by the unholy abomination in seconds.

Those with more fortunate fates would only be killed quicker.

Gilead was calm.

As he spoke,

"There won’t be a better chance like this."

The shield in his hand split into four kites, their surface trembling with golden light and arcs of golden lightning.

He turned to Lukas who had wiped the blood off his face and was already drawing his sword.

The corners of his lips arced into a smile.

Abigail huffed,

"I’ll keep the {Broodmothers} suppressed for now. End it quickly."

Lukas nodded, then stepped forward until he and Gilead were side by side.

The corpse amalgamation rose with sickening squelching noises. Its rotten maw, made from the flesh out countless deceased spread as it let out a soul-piercing shriek.

Blade glowing with a lustrous radiant gleam, Lukas shot forward at the same time as Gilead.

The {Corpse Abomination} dropped onto all its hands and began crawling forward madly.

***

Collapsing to the ground with a bang, Lukas wheezed out a strenuous breath.

His sight was tinged with crimson.

All around him were corpses.

Corpses of humans, and corpses of Devils.

His gaze was blank as he held onto his bleeding side tightly. His stomach had been torn open and the only thing keeping his organs in, was his arm.

However, his face was rather expressionless.

As though his mind couldn’t register the pain.

Ear-piercing rumbles shook the world around him as the Devil Spire crumbled to pieces.

Even that, didn’t seem to register.

Lukas eventually let out a sigh.

He slowly pulled the corpse beside him in closer.

Covered in blood, cuts and bruises, he had managed to do it. All the {Broodmothers} were successful destroyed, their bodies no longer squirming and the Devil Essence they regurgitated no longer rotting the world.

However, the cost he had to pay.

As the rumbling increased in intensity, more and more of the connecting hanging bridges within the Spire continued to fall, alongside the corpses of the Humans and Devils that had died on them.

His sight became blurry again as he leaned back.

His healing had taken over, so he didn’t need to hold his organs to stop them from spilling out. However, it did feel like a knife had run him through.

He looked around as the rubble shifted.

More than ninety percent of the humans that had stormed the Devil Spire were dead.

However, in turn, the hollow spire was filled with Devil corpses; smoldering hills of death.

Very soon, the flames would spread to the rest of the Spire and consume it.

"Lukas..."

Someone called out from behind.

Lukas knew who it was without turning,

"Gilead. You are alive. That’s good."

His once lustrous armor had been reduced to scrap metal with dark red spots all over it.

Gilead’s eyes were dark and he seemed to want to say something.

Behind him, Abigail was clutching a corpse to her chest in a similar manner, with Edward standing beside her, an expression of grief etched into his face.

Forget ninety percent, they were the only survivors...

Everyone else...

Lukas glanced down at Zue’s wide-eyed corpse and let out another sigh.

...Was dead.

He stretched his fingers and gently closed his eyes.

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