Chapter 112: The Slaughter (Part 2)
More than forty corpses lay scattered, now barely enough to fill three piles. The corpses continued to multiply without pause, and the bodies were piled high. Even the great earth core’s line of defense had been breached, its once solid formation now reduced to empty space. Behind it, the corpse horde had already surged forward—no longer able to sustain the spirit front’s absence, as they clearly saw the void in the air.
After the final wave of destruction, the Great Earth Core’s power had also faded, leaving only a faint echo. The faces beneath the mask flared with fury, transforming into a grim, bloodthirsty smile.
Then the living corpses—Soulless Humans—rose in unison, charging forward. The bodies surged upward, their hollow forms colliding with the main force of the “Rage of the Fang” in a desperate, chaotic struggle.
This was the true battlefield.
“For the sake of the Bloodborn Lord!”
“For the great red Lifeform’s master!”
Many of the corpses began to chant, carrying their momentum forward, driven by their own hollow will.
The great face roared, its massive jaws opening wide, swallowing countless bodies whole. The half-dead corpses were instantly devoured, their limbs and heads crushed within the mouth. The teeth of the Great Gloomfang split open like a maw, its fangs dripping with gore.
The Soulless Humans were not merely attacking—this was an all-consuming ritual. They were being consumed, reborn, reshaped. The hollow faces flickered, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light.
The great face’s mouth was a gateway—feeding, absorbing, devouring. It devoured the corpses, the souls, the very essence of life. It wasn’t just eating—it was recreating.
And from within the maw, a new Great Gloomfang mouth emerged.
The creatures beyond the gate howled, their bodies writhing in agony as they were drawn into the void. Some tried to flee, but the force of the pull was too strong. They were dragged in, their limbs stretched and torn apart, their bodies twisted into grotesque shapes.
The Great Earth Core used its blade, slicing through the horde. The Soulless Humans swung their weapons, but their attacks were weak. The living corpses raised their arms, screaming, their bodies convulsing with the force of the devouring.
“Soulless!”
“Great Face!”
“Razor Wind!”
The great face roared again, its voice echoing across the battlefield. The living corpses fell back, but only momentarily. The great face remained unyielding.
“For the Bloodborn Lord!”
“For the great red Lifeform’s master!”
The great face stood tall, its jaw clenched. The Soulless Humans staggered forward, their bodies torn and broken, but still moving.
The battlefield was no longer just a war—it was a feeding frenzy.
The great face’s eyes glowed with cold fire. It knew what it was doing. It had been doing this for centuries.
But it didn’t know why.
It only knew the hunger.
“Great Face!”
“You’re here again!”
The voice echoed in the great face’s spirit mind.
The great face’s form trembled slightly. It was not afraid—but it was aware. It knew what was coming.
It had to protect itself. It had to survive.
But it was not alone.
The Soulless Humans continued to advance. The great face roared again, its jaws snapping shut, crushing the enemy.
“You can’t stop it!”
“You can’t stop me!”
The great face’s mind was sharp, precise—its thoughts like blades. It knew the truth: this was not just a battle. It was a ritual.
And it was not the first time.
The great face’s jaw opened once more.
“Soulless…”
“You are not my enemy.”
“You are my children.”
And the great face began to feed again.
The battlefield was a maelstrom of bodies, of screams, of blood.
The air itself trembled.
The sky cracked open.
The great face stood at the center of it all—its mouth wide, its body a living fortress, its will unbroken.
And beyond it, the dead continued to rise.
The great face roared once more.
“For the Bloodborn Lord!”
The battle raged on.
(End of Chapter)
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