A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1001

Chapter 1001: Chapter 691: Past and Future_2 Chapter 1001: Chapter 691: Past and Future_2 What on earth… is this power?

Mortarion gripped his scythe tightly, staring coldly at the enemy before him. He could feel that with each clash, with each strike, the blessing bestowed by his benevolent father within him was being eroded. Under the immense divine power of his benevolent father, his body was steadfast and robust, fearing no attack. Even when facing his brothers, who were also genetic prototypes, they could not dream of slaying him.

However…

Mortarion shook his head forcefully, not knowing when it began, but whispers started to emerge around his ears. At first, Mortarion thought it was the sound of the fly swarm, but soon he realized that this voice did not come from the outside world, but echoed in his own mind. It was as if an invisible hand was tickling his brain with a feather, making him feel unbearably irritated, even tempting him to crack open his skull and scratch his itchy brain out.

“What's wrong? Is that all you've got, Mortarion?”

Duanmu Huai straightened his body, gripping the War Hammer tightly. A genetic prototype corrupted indeed was no joke. He had hoped to settle the battle swiftly, but Mortarion's physical prowess far exceeded Duanmu Huai's expectations. Now a large number of Death Guards were charging toward the bridge, while his own Night Guards and people like Ogis had all gone to hold off the enemies behind.

The sound of gunfire, the noise of explosions, the brilliance of fireballs passing by, the roar of the dragons–all these gradually faded away. Duanmu Huai was fixated on Mortarion, as if in this moment, their world was isolated by a thick glass, with the surrounding noises growing distant.

Duanmu Huai felt that, in the process of fighting Mortarion, something deep within his heart seemed to sprout and grow. His spirit began to spread out like water flowing in all directions, and his thoughts became intertwined with everything around him. He could hear the roar of the corrupted Mech Souls, the perpetual painful and hateful cries of the Death Guards, and the boundless silence within the star ocean.

But all this had no effect on him; he was like a monarch seated on the throne, looking down upon his subjects below. They whispered and gossiped, yet nothing they said could change his own thoughts and decisions.

That was the secret of the stars, the low chant of the sky, the past of the universe.

The ruler of the universe that once existed… the former sovereign.

[Mortarion resists the whispers of the Old God… Major failure!]
[Mortarion loses 35 points of sanity]
[Mortarion falls into a state of frenzied outbreak]
Now is the moment!

Duanmu Huai suddenly opened his eyes, and the spiritual power of the Old God transformed into a long spear that whistled across the battlefield, piercing straight into Mortarion's heart!

“No————–!!”

Mortarion's eyes widened in a furious roar, which even caused the battling Death Guards to stagger momentarily. Then, Mortarion's stinking, twisted, swollen head began to swell, and underneath his decaying skin, something like a giant serpent moved about as if looking for an exit!

“Pop!”

The next moment, Mortarion's eyes burst open, and two twisted, sticky, pitch-black tentacles like rotten flesh emerged from the swollen eye sockets, moving instinctively, swaying like leaves dancing in the wind.

“Die, Mortarion!”

Duanmu Huai shouted, raised the Thunder Warhammer high above his head, and leapt into the air. Tracing an arc through the sky, he brought the hammer down hard towards Mortarion's skull.

“No–you can't kill me…!”

Mortarion desperately swung his scythe, trying to fend off Duanmu Huai's almost unavoidable strike. However, at this moment, he was in a frenzy. Tentacles squirmed out from Mortarion's nostrils, ears, and mouth, intertwining like an army of earthworms forming a massive mass of flesh, breaking through Mortarion's defenses. The viscous tentacles writhed and twisted as they spilled out of his throat, forcing his mouth open as if vomiting.

If Mortarion had been an ordinary person, all of this might have been nothing but a hallucination. However, Mortarion was no longer human; he had succumbed to the Corrupted Foil and risen to become a Demon Prince. He was now a pure Subspace Creature–and in Subspace, any willpower becomes reality.

Even if it is a will from the days of old.

“What is this…?”

Mortarion raised his arm, and slender tentacles slithered through the gaps in his armor and the festering wounds of his flesh, playfully waving and shaking. Now, Mortarion no longer owned his body, not even to the nurturing father he worshipped, but to the indescribable beings from the far reaches of the universe!

“Your era is over, undead of the past!”

At the same time, Duanmu Huai descended from the sky, the Thunder Warhammer hammering down heavily on Mortarion's head.

The once Fourteenth Legion Commander, the Demon Prince of the Corrupted Foil, trembled violently under the blow. The swelling burst of power tore apart his armor, his body, and even his soul. The cold Black Flame mercilessly invaded Mortarion's body, annihilating everything he had once stood for.

A severe explosion and flash instantly filled the entire bridge, and the wild energy storm utterly destroyed Mortarion's flagship.

Aikute looked up in surprise at the flagship not far away. The huge green warship exploded completely in the cosmos, and a dark green mass, like an exploding fireball, emerged from within. It twisted, struggled, and formed an ugly face that opened its mouth wide as if to let out a roar.

But then, just like that, it vanished into the dark cosmic abyss, and the flagship had become nothing more than a broken wreck, floating amid the Star Ocean.

“Uncle Judge!?”

Upon witnessing this scene, Aikute screamed. But at that moment, a massive steel hand reached out from behind her, resting on Aikute's shoulder. She turned, and there stood Duanmu Huai.

“It's over, Aikute. The mission is complete. Prepare to clean up the battlefield, then withdraw the troops.”

“…Yes!”

Chapter end

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