Chapter 736: Deep Hell Forgemaster
"I'll help you!"
All eyes snapped toward the source of the voice—there, standing atop the Earth, was a towering BarbarianPlayer, his physique monstrous, a living titan of raw power. His Great Axe, Bloodstain, was streaked with rust and gore, his body caked in the foul scraps of Demons. His eyes glowed faintly red, nostrils flaring as white smoke poured from them like steam from a forge—truly, the Chosen One of the Massacre God, Bal, had descended upon the battlefield.
This was Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang—the most powerful BarbarianPlayer acknowledged across Ailezegai.
The Six-Armed Serpent Demon let out a cold, mocking laugh. "You? Just one mortal? Even a thousand like you would be crushed beneath the might of the Abyss!"
A deafening, ear-splitting Scream tore through the sky. The demon’s six arms unfurled, swirling in the air like serpents, unleashing concentric waves of black light. Those nearby felt their veins burst—blood erupted from every pore, bodies exploding into crimson mist. The front-line Players were obliterated instantly; one’s helm caved inward, his eyes bursting in the skull from internal pressure. Even Great威 Tianlong spat blood, his veins bulging as he forced his inner energy to surge through his body, barely holding himself together, preventing a self-detonation like his fallen comrades.
"Die, insect." The demon’s gloomy laughter echoed across the battlefield, cold and venomous, like a serpent’s whisper.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang didn’t hesitate. He threw back his head and let loose a primal, furious Battle Cry—a roar that shook the very air. His muscles swelled like stone, his eyes blazing with frenzied red light.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
But it wasn’t enough.
With a thunderous slam to his chest, the inverted hexagram rune etched into his flesh flared crimson. Blood, sweat, and fire erupted from his pores—eyes, nose, mouth, every orifice spewed hellfire. His entire body became a furnace of crimson light, burning from within.
Great威 Tianlong froze, eyes wide. "This… can’t be…"
In the chaos of the mist, the Six-Armed Serpent Demon’s eyes glowed with eerie light in the darkness. Its expression twisted—fear, hatred, recognition. It knew this presence.
Demons of the Abyss cared nothing for honor. In an instant, the serpent’s massive, serpentine lower body coiled, its many weapons—spears, great axes, blades—whipping through the air as it charged forward, dragging a trail of Abyssal Black Mist.
"So, you’re a hellspawn bastard after all!"
Boom!
The air ruptured. Within the blazing inferno, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s body swelled violently—his frame expanding, monstrous. Horns erupted from his skull, wings of obsidian bone unfurled from his back, bone spines jutted from his joints, and a suffocating Purgatory Pressure radiated from him, as if the very ground would ignite beneath his feet.
In just seconds, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang had ascended into the Avatar form of the most powerful High-Grade Demon in the Deep Domain—Deep Hell Forgemaster.
"Die!" The demon roared, hurling spear, greatsword, and axe in a deadly storm toward him.
Just as the blade was about to cleave the fearsome shadow, a pair of profound, inky black eyes snapped open within the fire. Blood-red light pulsed from the pupils. Even the demon flinched.
How? How could a mortal—even one blessed by Hell—frighten me?
Clang!
A massive claw seized the greatsword, scales clashing against steel, sending sparks like molten stars flying. The demon’s face twisted in fury, its remaining five arms slashing wildly. But Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang swung his Battle Axe with a roar, the impact echoing like thunder. The weapons were shattered, sent flying—some impaling the ground, one splintering into a thousand filthy fragments.
The Giant Hammer slipped from the demon’s grasp, sinking deep into the earth.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang stood in the fire, his eyes locked on the monstrous silhouette within the black mist. His breath came in ragged, sulfurous gusts, his body radiating an overwhelming Evil Aura. The Deep Hell Forgemaster form had pushed his Strength to a terrifying 26, a true Boss-tier level.
But such power came at a cost.
The form lasted only three minutes. It required a three-day cooldown, and each use permanently drained the user’s Life Force. Time was precious. Only by killing this Six-Armed Serpent Demon could he reclaim the cost of this transformation.
No hesitation.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang spread his wings and launched into the sky, Battle Axe blazing with Hellfire. "Demons! It’s you who will die!"
Whoosh!
He dove like a meteor, slashing through the air, trailing flame. The axe descended with crushing force, aiming to split the demon’s head in two.
The serpent twisted, lashing out with a spear, its spines aimed at Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s heart.
But the Barbarian adjusted mid-air—switching from a vertical to a diagonal slash. The axe carved a perfect arc through the air. The hellfire-lit blade severed the spear and the demon’s arm in one clean stroke. Black blood sprayed like ink in water.
"Damned insect!" The demon shrieked, spitting thick, toxic saliva—but the stream missed the low-flying Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang.
The venom hit the ground with a hiss, eating through the earth, creating a deep pit that belched thick, dark-yellow fumes. Had Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang attacked head-on, that poison would have eaten through his chest, his heart, his very soul.
He banked through the air, wings flaring, then swung the axe again, attacking from behind.
But the demon twisted, blocking with five of its remaining arms, wielding Abyss-forged blades.
"Mortal… your time is running out. A human body cannot endure the strength of the Deep Hell Forgemaster for long." The demon hissed, its voice like grinding stone.
"I’ll kill you! That’s enough!" Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang roared, veins bulging, his axe pressing down on the blades. Hellfire erupted from the blade, clashing violently with the Abyssal Black Light. The two forces canceled each other out, a storm of evil energy erupting across the battlefield. Within a hundred meters, every mortal nearby collapsed, unconscious.
Neither side relented. Both waited—for the flaw, for the moment of death.
Then, from behind the demon, a furious shout rang out.
"Snake fiend, enough!"
Great威 Tianlong leapt into the air, his eight fists flashing like lightning, each one blazing with radiant light. This was no Buddha’s halo—this was the sacred power of the Holy Fist Technique, granted by a scroll. The effect was the same: divine wrath against the damned.
The demon recoiled in disgust at the “repulsive” holy aura. It snarled, "You dare, mortal?!"
A terrifying Spiritual Soul Aura of intimidation radiated from it—shaking the ground, making the air tremble. But Great威 Tianlong, a true Monk, stood firm. His mind was still as a lake. His will unshaken.
He roared, "Great威 Tianlong, Lord of the Earth! Great Law Incantation, Bodhisattvas of Prajna! Bōrě Bāmā Hōng! Flying Dragon in the Sky!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Afterimages danced through the air. Dozens of fists, glowing with holy light, rained down like a storm upon the demon’s monstrous body. Armor shattered. Blood sprayed. Scorch marks, like brandings, appeared across its back.
The demon screamed in agony, its body trembling. "Mortal… I’ll rip you apart! I curse you! You will be consumed by the Abyss!"
But Great威 Tianlong didn’t hear. He was a machine of destruction—striking, dodging, oblivious to pain, shattering the demon’s spine with a single, brutal blow.
At last, under the twin assault, the demon coughed up a torrent of black blood. Its strength wavered.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang seized the moment. With a final, desperate surge, he swung his axe—crushing the Abyss weapons aside.
His time was nearly gone.
This was the only chance.
"Die!"
He leapt skyward—ten meters, fifteen—his Battle Axe blazing with hellfire, targeting the demon’s head. The strength was so great, the space around him cracked.
Whoosh—
The axe split flesh. It split open the skull. Brain matter burst out. The demon’s head was cleaved in two, its body collapsing. Then, even deeper—the neck split open, the spine severed down the middle. The pulsing heart was split clean in half, the cut perfectly charred.
With one final, all-out strike, the entire upper half of the demon’s body exploded open—black blood, toxic smoke, and writhing maggots poured out.
The High-Grade Demon, cruel and vile, was dead.
The moment the last breath left its body, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang collapsed back to human form—his body shrinking, his skin burning red, steam rising from his pores like a freshly steamed bun. He gasped for air, his breath ragged, his limbs trembling.
Mortal flesh could not bear such devilish power. This was the price.
After this battle, he would suffer three days of weakness, unable to lift his Battle Axe.
But as he stared at his Character Sheet—“You have slain the Six-Armed Serpent Demon”—and the absurdly rich rewards that followed, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
Battle… was glorious.
Great威 Tianlong stood over the corpse, hands clasped in prayer, eyes filled with sorrow. "At last… the fiend has been liberated. If left unchecked, it would have devoured countless lives."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang struggled to his feet, rubbing his bald head. "Sky Dragon Brother… thank you. You earned your share. Once I get the rewards, I’ll transfer you a thousand Golden Nael."
A small smile tugged at Great威 Tianlong’s lips. The stern face finally softened. "Amitabha… good deeds are good deeds."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang scratched his head, unbothered. In Ailezegai, cosplay was common as breathing.
Not far away, a high-tier WarriorPlayer named Red Blade Celestial—clad in heavy armor, wielding a three-meter-long blade—charged a massive Abyssal Drake.
"Go, Celestial Brother!"
"For the glory of the Sword Saint!"
A dozen Players cheered, clearing low-tier Demons as they watched the battle unfold.
Red Blade Celestial chanted strange phrases—“Step Slash, Robe Slash, Cutting Through”—his blade flashing, slicing through the Drake’s hide, sending embers flying. He danced between attacks, dodging the beast’s bites and claws with uncanny grace.
Then—"Rising Dragon!"
He leapt onto the Drake’s back, raised his blade, and soared six meters into the air.
But Ailezegai had no invincibility frames.
The Drake swung its claw—SMACK!—and sent the Player flying twenty meters through the air.
Spitting blood, he screamed, "What?! This is my faith!"
Before he could recover, the Drake lunged, its massive body slamming down like a wrecking ball. The Player was crushed into a smear of meat.
The crowd sighed.
"Ah… just like that."
"Another failure."
"This sword saint is a joke. How dare he call himself a Celestial?"
"He must have some two-character weapon in his inventory."
"Seriously, the game’s physics model needs fixing. Rising Dragon should have an invincibility frame!"
"Hey! You’re mixing up worlds—this is Ailezegai!"
With the arrival of more players from the Empire of Ashen, the battlefield descended into chaos. The Avernus Battalion, already a disciplined army of Demons, now had Player factions—unpredictable, volatile, and utterly reckless.
In the long history of the Blood War, one truth was certain: in a chaotic, mixed battle, victory almost always went to the Deep Abyss Demons. They were children of Chaos, the living embodiment of cosmic disorder.
But now, the players had shattered that rule.
Even the most chaotic Demons had never seen such madness.
Humans who didn’t fear death. Who ignored their teammates’ deaths. Who welcomed it. Who would detonate themselves with bombs just to drag an enemy down. They were tearing through the Abyssal Legion.
Under Kai Xiusu’s quest call, the number of Player forces rapidly exploded—reaching over a million.
With every new Player pouring in, the war’s fate grew more uncertain.
Far behind the endless tide of Demons, three towering figures—surrounded by High-Grade Demons—watched the battlefield. Their profound eyes burned with endless malice, dripping with vile hatred.
(End of Chapter)
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