Chapter 763: Abyssal Gate
“Blood Sacrifice to the Mother Goddess!”
Seron spread his arms wide. His long robe writhed like a living thing before tearing open with a sickening rip.
“Gah! You forced me to this!”
He shrieked in agony, his skin erupting with bristly, insect-like hairs. A crack split across his chest, swelling outward into a regiment of tiny, grotesque spider-shaped patterns.
A soft, cruel feminine laugh echoed from the vortex behind him—sharp, spine-chilling, and utterly inhuman.
“By Shahanini…”
“Great Sacred Tree…”
Every soul on the field felt the crushing weight of fear. The Silver Moon Elves, in particular, recoiled as if facing a primal enemy. The dread seeped into their very spiritual cores, threatening to shatter their minds.
Instantly, evil energy surged. One by one, Abyssal Gates erupted from the Sacred Tree—ugly, weeping sores oozing toxic pus. From within them poured a viscous, mud-like creature, its body writhing with eight powerful, sinewy tentacles of influence, each housing a crimson, pulsating eye.
—The Waxmelt Abomination. Known as the “Servant of Ros,” it served the Spider Empress with unwavering loyalty across the Bottomless Abyss and every realm beyond.
Then came the horde: Abyssal Ants, Shapeshifting Spiders, Demon Spiders, Thorn Sprites, Weavers of Shadow, Deep Dragons, Spiderified Elves, Ithtik, Grellock Scorpions—twisted, grotesque horrors pouring forth from the gates in a mottled, churning tide. They roared toward the Allied Forces, a wave of pure malice.
Catherine raised her Scepter toward Seron, her voice icy.
“Pollution of the Sacred Tree. You open the Abyssal Gate. You summon a cataclysm of agony—Seron, is this what you call ‘giving everything for Serrynia’?”
Seron was no longer human. His mouth stretched into a rictus grin, emitting insectile chitters as he repeated, over and over:
“It’s you who forced me! It’s you! You’re the ones at fault!”
“Catherine… the Ritual begins. You will become the Mother God’s most beloved Sacrificial Offering!”
“Hahahaha! Once you are sacrificed, Serrynia shall know a thousand years of peace—no, ten thousand! This land will become heaven on earth, the greatest kingdom in all of Feanso!”
“Seron, you’re beyond saving. You’re utterly mad!” Catherine roared.
The sun dipped below the horizon. The sky darkened, and a regiment of churning, black clouds swelled above. The moon—once silver—now pulsed a deep, bloody red.
On its surface, a monstrous, fearsome spider-shape emerged in shadow, its compound eyes blazing with terrifying crimson light.
A crushing aura of intimidation descended upon all. It felt as though a malevolent gaze had locked onto them—cold, merciless, making their very souls tremble. Even the Sacred Tree’s radiant barrier flickered, its light turning crimson, becoming a blood-red membrane—like a gaping, hungry maw, ready to swallow them whole.
“Divine Realm Descend.”
A Mage from the Arcane Hermitage, a scholar of divine magic, stared in horror at the sky. His voice cracked with dread.
“By the gods… this entire Royal Court of Serrynia has become a Blood Sacrifice Rune Array. That madman intends to sacrifice us all—to summon the Dark Deity he worships into this world!”
“Moonlight Goddess above…”
“Cruel… and insane! Stop him at all costs!”
Catherine raised her Scepter high, her voice thundering across the battlefield.
“We cannot lose! If that Dark Deity descends, not only will Serrynia be reduced to ruins… the entire continent will be plunged into eternal terror!”
At the Elven Queen’s command, silver beams pierced the darkness. Hundreds of monstrous forms screamed as they were consumed by the purifying light, their evil bodies incinerated into charred husks.
But the Spiderified Elf Elders raised their Scepters, and darkness erupted from the sky—black light that gnawed at Catherine’s Moonlight summoning. The two forces clashed, locked in a stalemate.
“Go! Bring me her head! You shall be granted the Mother God’s supreme blessing!”
Seron extended his spider-like limbs, pointing toward the Elven Queen.
Instantly, Deep Dragons, Shape-shifted Spiders, Hunter Spiders, and Ithtik surged forward like a flood, converging on Catherine.
The Hunter Spider’s eyes shot forth a beam of dark light—turning several Silver Moon Followers to stone in an instant. Then, the massive, clawed spiders crushed the petrified figures into dust.
A Phase Spider flickered into existence, its body shifting through the Aether, slipping behind the Elves. With its long, spined, scythe-like legs, it pierced through their chests in one swift motion.
These abominations were like sharp spears, driving deep into the Allied Forces’ defense line, pushing relentlessly toward Catherine.
Catherine remained suspended midair, chanting an ancient Elven prayer in low, rumbling tones, maintaining her Divine Light. But she could not move—too deeply entangled in the ritual’s binding.
Then Ria stepped forward. She tore open a dimensional rift across space, and from the other side, her elite guard—her most trusted subordinates—rushed to her side, forming a wall before the Elven Queen.
“By the oath of Death, I swear to guard His Majesty!”
“No one will reach Catherine. Not even if it costs every drop of my life force!”
Dozens of sword spiders lunged forward, their claws gleaming like longswords, moving with blinding speed—like daggers aimed at the heart.
“Holy Vow Spell.”
Ria gripped her Longsword tightly, eyes closed. A faint violet aura flared across her silver armor, warping space around her. Her movements grew faster—Haste.
Then she opened her eyes. Fire burned within them—revenge. Behind her, black wings unfurled, and a palpable aura of divine intimidation radiated from her.
She spread her wings and soared upward, transforming into her Avatar form—Avenging Angel. She dove toward the oncoming sword spiders—this was the most powerful form of the Revenge Holy Knight.
“Die—”
Her roar, amplified by the Legendary Holy Knight’s aura, froze even the spiders in their tracks.
Ria slashed downward with her Silver Sword. Twilight Radiance erupted along the blade—light so pure it stretched for dozens of meters.
“Divine Supremacy Slash!”
The beam cleaved through the horde. Sword spiders were severed mid-leap, their bodies reduced to scattered remains.
“Filthy vermin!”
The Spiderified Elf Sorcerer’s face twisted in fury. He raised his staff, unleashing a wave of corrupt energy—a calamity beam aimed at the Half-Elf.
But Ria vanished.
One moment she was there. The next, only silver-white smoke lingered.
The sorcerer spun his six compound eyes wildly, scanning the air—nothing. “Damn it! Where did she go?”
Then—she appeared above him.
With a roar, Ria plunged her sword downward, impaling the sorcerer from above.
Spines—
Blood sprayed. Brain matter scattered. The head split clean in two.
Farther off, the Hunter Spiders detected her. As elite predators of the Abyss, they locked onto her with chilling precision, creeping closer in silence, their red eyes flashing with death.
But Ria had already sensed them through her Divine Perception.
She smirked.
Whirling, she yanked her sword free from the fallen sorcerer’s head—its polished surface catching the light just as the petrification beam shot toward her.
Thwip!
The beam reflected—straight back at the Hunter Spider.
Shwoosh!
The creature was struck mid-charge, instantly petrified into a massive stone spider statue.
Ria leapt forward, slashing through the stone. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
Then, three Demon Spiders lunged from different angles, jaws agape, fangs dripping poison.
Ria spun, slicing horizontally to repel the nearest. Then, in one fluid motion, she spun again—her sword tip lancing out with a faint red beam.
Beast Paralyze Spell.
One Demon Spider froze, trapped in place.
Ria leapt, bringing her sword down with a thunderous crack!
“Divine Supremacy Slash!”
The creature split in two. Its body ignited with a faint, glowing fire, black smoke rising from its wounds.
Another Demon Spider approached from behind, attempting a surprise ambush.
Ria didn’t hesitate. She twisted mid-air, her sword performing a corkscrew motion through the air, carving a wide arc.
Shwoosh!
The beam sliced through—eight legs severed at once. The beast collapsed, thrashing in agony.
Ria landed lightly, then leapt again—her sword plunging down.
“Spines—!”
Flesh tearing.
The blade pierced the Demon Spider’s head, burying deep into the ground. The creature was pinned, writhing, dying.
Three Demon Spiders lay dead at her feet.
These beasts, normally feared hunters of the Abyss—capable of killing Demons with ease—were now nothing but corpses in the hands of a single Revenge Holy Knight.
Nearby, Ria’s Silver Moon Elves guard fought in unison, cutting down another Demon Spider attempting an ambush.
“While I stand, you shall not pass!” Ria drew her sword, pointing at Seron. Her eyes burned with murderous intent.
Behind her, the spirits of countless fallen Silver Moon Elves surged forth—roaring, screaming, their final anguish transformed into her will for vengeance.
This was the Soul of Retribution.
She would protect her Queen. She would avenge her fallen comrades. She would see the villain brought to ruin.
This was the duty of an Avenger Knight.
Seron spread his eight monstrous limbs, roaring into the sky.
“Filth! Your struggles are useless!”
“The Great Mother God will descend! She will weave a grand fate—your rebellion will end in utter annihilation, in the failure you were doomed to from the start!”
Ria shouted back:
“Your so-called Mother God is nothing but a traitor to the true Spirit Deities!”
Seron only laughed harder. He tore open more Abyssal Gates on the Sacred Tree, summoning wave after wave of horrors.
Suddenly, two Elf soldiers burst toward Ria, fleeing in terror—pursued by a mountain-sized Abomination Spider.
“Ria-sama! Ria-sama! Please, save us!”
But Ria’s gaze hardened.
In the stunned silence of the battlefield, she swung her sword—severing their heads in one clean stroke.
“You—”
She sneered.
“Dare to play such tricks before me?”
The heads rolled. Their faces twitched, flesh writhing—reverting into clusters of compound eyes. Their bodies twisted, forming eight limbs, curling into a single, grotesque spider remnant.
A Shape-shifting Spider. A notorious predator of the Underdark—often disguising itself as a delicate maiden to lure prey.
But in the sight of a Legendary Holy Knight, no disguise could hide.
The other Allied soldiers weren’t so lucky.
These spiders had infiltrated the front lines, disguising themselves as Elves, Dwarves, Humans—stabbing from within, sowing suspicion and chaos.
But the Mage from the Arcane Hermitage raised his staff high.
Spell Nullification Barrier!
A glowing sphere enveloped the area. The hidden spiders lost their magical abilities. Their true forms burst forth—ugly, monstrous, and instantly slaughtered by the Allied forces.
The worst fate fell to the one inside the Dwarf frontline.
As soon as it revealed itself, a dozen hammers came down—crushing its body into a bloody pulp. Flesh and fragments flew. It was no longer even recognizable as a spider.
“Before us, the followers of that Dark Deity are nothing!”
Ria severed the Giant Abomination Spider’s head with a single stroke, then raised her sword high.
“Grrr—”
Suddenly, a wave of serpentine creatures—long, slender, their bodies covered in deep purple scales—slithered from behind Ria. They hissed, their breaths laced with corrosive gas.
Deep Dragons. With long necks, delicate limbs, and narrow wings, they were known as “Subterranean Dragons” among adventurers—feared hunters of the Underdark.
Ria twisted mid-air, dodging the poison breath. She turned, preparing to strike—
Then, a golden shadow fell from the sky.
A massive, ancient Gold Dragon crashed down, seizing one of the Deep Dragons by the neck and slamming it into the ground. The impact shattered its body, scales flying.
The others roared, but dared not charge. They spat poison from afar.
Titus stood atop the dying beast, half-raised, head high. His throat expanded—blazing flame erupting from his maw.
Boom—
A fan-shaped torrent of Dragon Flame poured forth—igniting a Blazing Inferno. The fire raged, licking at the Deep Dragons, forcing them to recoil in panic.
From the inferno, a winged figure emerged—Ria, diving down, sword flashing. She cut through the neck of a Deep Dragon in one clean stroke. Blood fountained.
“Thank you, Titus.”
Ria hovered mid-air, Silver Sword dripping blood, wings spread. She bowed slightly toward the Ancient Gold Dragon.
(End of Chapter)
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