NOVPUBChapter 789: Chapter 170: Judgment of the Blood Rain Chapter 789 -170: Judgment of the Blood Rain “`
It seemed that without the influence of the hourglass in this promotion ceremony…
The Night Fiend summoned by Aiwass did not have the combat restrictions it had in the material realm.
Aiwass did not enter, he simply flew high in the sky, overlooking the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the Night Fiend smashed through the gates and rushed into the Holy Temple.
Of course, Aiwass could not see what was happening inside…
But he could take a little peek!
In Aiwass’s right eye’s field of view, the Holy Temple immediately emitted an ominous red light.
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Then several clusters of red flames burst into life…
Soon after, an even more exaggerated black vortex suddenly expanded, swallowing the flames.
Roars, collisions, and screams mixed together, followed by the sounds of limbs being torn apart, and bones bending and breaking.
In the end, only a dense and terrifying chewing sound remained.
Under Aiwass’s watchful right eye, the building that shone with a blood-red glow visibly dimmed down, leaving only dark smoke inside.
It seemed as soon as they saw that black meteor smash into the Holy Temple, some Giants, overcome by rage, roared and charged out.
But they died under the blood rain’s thousand slices before they even reached the Holy Temple, turning into a pile of bones.
However, a small number of Giants did make it out.
Those Giants who reached the fourth power level and above had an extremely vigorous vitality—especially the ones who had transitioned into the warrior class.
Even under the blood rain poured by the sixth power level Night Fiend, they did not die immediately.
“You long-eared flesh person!”
A roughly five-meter-tall middle-aged Giant roared furiously, “What have you done!”
His pupils were blood red, his body emitted a bloodthirsty aura, and wielding heavy hammers he charged at Aiwass like a mad dog.
To him, it seemed that the Elf had barely reacted, only belatedly turning his head around.
Showing a cruel and violent smile, he roared loudly, then leapt high, aiming for the Elf riding the flying horse!
In the air, the Giant brought his hammer down fiercely, smashing at his opponent!
When the hammer struck, it was met with the terrifying sounds of crushing and crunching, but it seemed that the opponent only wobbled slightly in the air with no significant reaction.
So he struck again with his hammer, bringing it down with full force from above!
With a ‘puff’, the detestable Elf instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist!
“—What are you doing!”
An old Giant’s reprimand woke the middle-aged Giant.
Enduring the pain of his flesh being scraped by the blood rain, he groggily lifted his head.
But he found that the image in front of him suddenly changed—not the Elf on the flying horse, but another Giant slightly shorter than himself!
The Giant’s head had been smashed by his own hands!
“…What is this, sorcery!”
The Giant felt fear and instinctively took two steps back.
He looked around and finally saw where the Elf had stopped.
Not far away, a short, pale Undead was watching him with a cold smile, gently patting a ball.
It seemed to be a small flesh person.
She was softly singing a ballad in a language he didn’t understand.
Then, he saw another frenzied Giant roar and with one swing of his axe behead the old Giant who had just awakened him!
Afterward, others rushed over, brawling with that Giant.
—They began to slaughter each other!
As for the originally golden-haired, long-eared flesh person, he truly was flying in the sky, watching all of this indifferently.
The pain in his back became more pronounced, and the middle-aged Giant roared angrily, his already purple muscles swelling again.
He decided to charge once more!
—The ground cracked and shattered.
As he charged, other frenzied brethren Giants tried to intercept him.
They must have been controlled by that sorcery too!
he thought.
But his charge was unstoppable—he casually smashed a fellow tribe member with his hammer, sending him flying away.
His chest and shoulder were twisted, bones deformed and protruding.
He lay convulsing on the ground, with others trying to snap his bones back into place.
But the Elf just watched him indifferently, neither fleeing nor evading.
“Fifth power level…
are you the strongest one here?”
The Elf suddenly asked.
—He didn’t dodge.
Was his sanity being manipulated again?
The middle-aged Giant completely ignored the question.
He panicked internally, but still gritted his teeth and launched his attack.
—Regardless if it was his own tribe or not, in the end, if he killed everyone here there would be no tribe left!
By the end of his charge, he had shattered the land beneath him.
The ground looked like a fierce trench, which could form a river with the next rainfall.
As he reached the end of his charge, the final blow came, the ground breaking and continuing to break beneath him—not from recoil but the Earth power continuously drawn from deep within!
The ground pulsated like an earthquake, yet his legs did not waver.
If the enemy had been on the ground, the attack’s side effect could have made them lose their balance.
However, that Elf was suspended more than thirty meters in the air—
So after the ground collapsed three times in succession, he suddenly leaped up, sending debris flying in all directions.
He soared high, his right hand swinging the massive hammer down fiercely!
“Haah!”
—Earthquake Strike!
A terra-cotta halo wound around his gigantic hammer.
But in the next instant, a surge of fear shot through his heart—
The last time he had felt this fear was during his battle with the Dragon.
A grey shadow with wings suddenly emerged before him, bending to block his attack.
—It was the very Demon that had attacked the Holy Temple!
If a regular warrior had their strike blocked, they would likely be exhausted by now.
But for him, this was far from enough!
The middle-aged Giant bellowed in mid-air once again, his exhausted body summoning strength from nowhere, as the other hammer he held also smashed down! 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
That was the kind of fearsome attack that could instantly carve a canyon upon the ground.
—Earthsplit Strike!
But even with this second blow, the Demon’s wings only sank a little more.
Two successive attacks plunged into the void.
He then remained suspended in the air for a moment, momentarily motionless.
The next moment.
The wings slightly retracted and then snapped open abruptly!
Like a violently swatted ping-pong ball, the middle-aged Giant was catapulted outwards, shot through the air, and smashed heavily onto the ground!
A cloud of dust rose as his body bounced repeatedly like a stone skimming water.
Eventually, his curled-up body dragged a long trail on the ground.
—No, it doesn’t matter.
It was merely being knocked down from a height of thirty meters.
Such an impact was nothing to him.
It was even less than the continuous damage caused by the blood rain.
But just as the middle-aged Giant shook himself, trying to stand, his legs suddenly gave way, and he knelt on the ground.
Right after, he violently coughed up a mouthful of blood—his innards felt as if they were scorched by fire.
His limbs became weak, his vision darkened and blurred.
His skin turned dry and withered, his breathing rough.
Through his dim vision, he could only see the Demon in the sky stretching out a hand, pointing at him from afar, murmuring something.
Just like that, multiple curses wrapped around him.
—Feeble Curse, Blinding Curse, Burning Blood Curse, Stone Lung Curse, Aging Curse.
The blood rain that fell on him suddenly became several times more painful.
What angered him most, though, was that those two didn’t even bother to deliver the killing blow—they just flew away!
You have the power—kill me with your own hands!
Let me feel your strength, let it tear apart my body!
Shred me with your Sword, your wings, your fangs and claws!
“Come back…”
He tried to roar, but found his throat was hoarse and could barely speak.
What used to be a roar loud enough to shake rivers was now so faint that even he couldn’t hear it.
That was the “Silence Curse.”
“Come back…
fight…”
He shook, trying with all his might to stand up.
“At least…
kill me…”
And it was then that he realized how eerily silent his surroundings had become.
It wasn’t that he had lost his hearing, but that all the Giants around him were already dead!
“Haah…”
The middle-aged Giant mustered all his strength, staggering to his feet.
He walked towards his Weapon—but as he moved, flesh fell from his body in chunks, melting into liquid.
He staggered, becoming a standing skeleton.
Then he was scattered and collapsed by the black storm.
Inside the gathering point, those humans watched all this, still unsettled.
Those indomitable, insurmountable “Giant Gods” were dissolving one by one in the rain of blood.
The sky was littered with dark shadowy feathers, and the ground was covered with massive skeleton remains.
It looked like the apocalypse…
But, but…
Those “Domestic Slaves” who had been reared watched unscathed beneath the judgmental blood rain!
—That was the end of the Giant Gods!
