Pitch-Black Mercy

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Above the dark sky, Aether Light Flow clashed and collided, creating a deafening roar that lasted for three days and two nights without stopping for a moment.

The insects, ants, birds, and beasts in the surrounding area, especially those with high alertness, all hurriedly scrambled out of their sand burrows and nests and fled in panic.

Slower-witted creatures, once caught in the aftermath of this terrifying divine battle, will be instantly blown apart into a bloody mist at close range, leaving no trace of their bodies. Those at a greater distance will be violently struck and crawl around, their internal organs shattered and their brains turned to mush within moments, dying from the shockwave.

Under the divine war, the two monsters, now completely unleashed, unleashed a terrifying natural disaster, turning the surrounding area into a forbidden zone for life.

Looking out, the completely chaotic atmosphere caused violent sandstorms to rise up, forming a spiral that connected heaven and earth, sucking up broken trees, dead branches, and animal carcasses from the ground into the rising air currents.

The mud and soil eroded by the Kuroshio Current are dry, cracked, charred, and still burning.

The barren land, like the surface of the moon, is covered with terrifying craters of all sizes, ranging in diameter and depth from a dozen meters to several miles.

The vast expanse of heaven and earth exuded intense malice, refusing to allow any weak life to visit.

Boom boom boom boom!

The black tide that had accumulated in the ravine and riverbed surged and churned, like a menacing monster, repeatedly crashing into the surrounding light walls. It was blasted away by the Runic Glyphs flying everywhere, and Xin dared not retreat into that cage.

Meanwhile, the interspersed Wedge-shaped Divine Script, driven by divine will, acted like cruise missiles, chasing their targets and causing explosions all around them.

Angra Mainyu's body was repeatedly ripped apart by the ether that was stirred up along the way, leaving it riddled with holes, and blood, flesh and bone fragments flying everywhere.

"It's no use! It's no use!"

The extremely evil god waved his arm, which was now only a skeletal skeleton, and laughed maniacally. The scattered flesh and blood, no more than ten meters away from the body, turned into red and black mud spots, which then re-attached to the main body and solidified again.

Whoosh!

Two short swords, one on the left and one on the right, exuding an ominous aura, were thrown out.

Samael flicked his wrist with his left hand, knocking away the short blades on both sides of the spear. The spearhead, swift as lightning, was thrown out, shattering Angra Mainyu's left arm and piercing his shoulder blade, unleashing a burst of violent power.

Immediately, two figures enveloped in red and black magic intertwined and crashed to the ground like meteors, accompanied by sonic booms of Aether Light Flow and the roar of earth waves, the sound reverberating throughout the land.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, the fist, riddled with holes by the burst of magical energy, and filled with Black Mud, rammed into Samael's abdomen from within the cone-shaped craters formed by the high temperature.

The ancient serpent struck the ground like a cannonball, creating a series of sonic booms. It crashed into the earth, causing clods of earth to rise with a roar. In an instant, scorching red-black flames shot into the sky from the cracks, burning fiercely, as if a vast oil and gas field had been violently ignited.

Amidst the surging waves of earth, Samael pulled himself out of the fissure in the ground, leaped onto the surface, then clutched his chest, coughed violently, and a mouthful of Reverse Blood spilled from his lips and teeth.

But the attack that closed the distance despite the injury ultimately proved costly.

Just as Angra Mainyu regained his footing and was about to press his advantage, Samael bent his arm forward and grasped at him from afar.

In an instant, the cross- Cross Spear that pierced Angra Mainyu's shoulder blade and pinned him to the ground burst into raging red and black flames. Countless bands of light surged from the sky, like rocks crashing down from the air, their terrifying force causing the ground to rumble and sink, imprisoning this extremely evil god within the ring of light.

"Heh, you like sheltering these crawling worms on the ground. Come on, enjoy their ugly struggles!"

The evil god, struggling repeatedly but unable to break free, sneered and curled his fingers to grasp the gleaming curved blade that had previously appeared in the hands of Darius III, which was engraved with a sacred prayer and was now in the surging black mud. He then lightly lifted it and placed it into the hands of Angra Mainyu.

As the black-haired, brown-eyed youth lightly wiped the blade and chanted in a low voice, the sacred golden prayer flags on both sides were twisted and shaped into red and black patterns that revealed the mark of madness.

In an instant, the ether hummed and trembled. One by one, humanoid monsters, their limbs deformed and corroded by red and black patterns, uttered incomprehensible murmurs. They crossed the sand dunes and wind pillars, like wild beasts hunting for food, and swarmed towards this desolate wasteland, rushing madly towards Samael, trying to dig out the delicious food hidden deep within the flames.

Under the magical vibration, an Aether Torrent exploded around Samael, and the gaps in the bodies of the monsters that were blasted away and shattered instantly swelled and wriggled, with muscles twisting and growing, forming new limbs.

However, they have lost their original shape and appearance, becoming bloated, twisted and sickly.

Even the most severely damaged humanoid creatures, after being grouped together, seemed to have had their heads placed inside a twisted, writhing mass of rotting flesh.

"Water... give me water..."

"So hungry... so hungry..."

"Eat... eat..."

Intermittent, indistinct murmurs emanated from the chests of these monsters, their eyes, though filled with madness, revealed a hint of obsession and insanity.

Samael heard the noise, his brow furrowed, and he looked up at the approaching Angra Mainyu.

"They... are still alive?"

"Certainly!"

Angra Mainyu clapped his hands with a grin, a happy smile spreading across his face as he boasted about his masterpiece.

"I can judge their deaths, and I can also grant them the right to live. However, I have no obligation to decide how they can survive on this scorched earth."

Look at these adorable toys, so loyal to their desires. For the sake of thirst and hunger, these small needs, they can abandon their human form, and then, without limit, give up everything, transforming into an ugly form that will stop at nothing to survive.

As they spoke, the black evil god swung his arm, and the undead sword pierced through a water sac buried in the sand and dust, splashing half of its liquid onto the scorched earth surrounding Samael.

In an instant, the deformed, writhing lumps of flesh all around rushed toward the small puddle on the ground and frantically licked it.

Once the water dries up, they will even gnaw on the damp mud and sand, and fight like hyenas for the last bit of moisture, tearing off pieces of rotten flesh from each other to fill their stomachs.

Puff puff puff puff!

One after another, Runic Glyphs flew down, piercing the skulls of the beggars. The god who was the slaughterer remained calm as still water, his eyes cold and unresponsive, showing no pity or compassion whatsoever.

Under the influence of the Black Tide, even those who survived were reduced to pets to please Angra Mainyu.

Death, for them, may be dark, but it is also a merciful release.