"No... I’m just a bit sad," the Shadow King murmured, "I resent myself for ultimately failing."

"You are attempting to overthrow an Empire."

"It’s not like no Empire has ever fallen."

"Xilin is already dead, what are you still holding onto?"

"Xilin is dead, what does that have to do with me wanting to overturn all this?"

The Shadow King said hoarsely, "This has nothing to do with Xilin, nothing to do with the throne. Since Kagader’s blood has been corrupted by the Devil, then let’s sever it. After all, this world isn’t lacking that lineage."

"Stubborn and obstinate."

The First Seat said as he swung down the Great Scythe, and at that moment, the Shadow King clenched his fist, causing the mark left by the Devil in his palm to dissolve.

A strange and unsettling force spread from the Shadow King, causing the First Seat’s figure to stiffen for a moment, hesitating the falling Great Scythe.

Just as he was unsure of what happened, the ground began to tremble, and crimson tentacles sprang up from the earth, wrapping around the First Seat.

The enormous flesh creation pushed away the ruins, now fully awakened, like a ferocious beast, whipping its tentacles at the First Seat.

"Do you think this can stop me?"

The First Seat was nearly amused by the Shadow King, casually slicing with the Great Scythe, cutting off large chunks of flesh, this terrifying flesh creation was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of the First Seat’s eyes.

Firelight burst forth.

As the Shadow King’s roar belatedly arrived, the Core Flame Sword had already slashed out a thin and deadly fire line, slicing across the First Seat’s Armor, with the Blade deeply embedded within.

From the rift slashed by the Fire Sword, growths of rampant flesh emerged and quickly formed a large mass hanging on the First Seat’s chest, as if his Armor was a seal, sealing the deformed, frantically growing flesh beneath.

Like the Shadow King, this Armor was also the First Seat’s cage.

"A blessing from that lady?" the Shadow King said disdainfully.

At this moment, the First Seat was thoroughly enraged by the Shadow King, gray-white light shining from beneath the black hood, intricate Alchemy Matrix appearing one after another.

He originally didn’t want to use Secret Energy, which would likely attract the attention of the Order Bureau, but now, the Shadow King’s mockery had completely infuriated him, vowing to crush the Shadow King into dust.

At the same time, the flesh creature let out a long mournful sound, its abdomen began to swell, as if something was about to burst forth.

Triggered a sky-reaching explosion.

Within the First Seat’s vision turned blazingly white, the Shadow King’s figure gradually faded away in the light, blood pouring from his ears as he went deaf at the first moment of the explosion, falling into temporary hearing loss.

The flesh creation was actually a container, a vessel for explosives.

A massive explosive sphere expanded at the center, instantly releasing a large amount of heat, with huge shockwaves spreading through the air, destroying everything in its path.

The First Seat felt as if he was placed in a sea of fire, but soon, he noticed another force at work, something corroding his body, his Armor covered in cracks, the twisted flesh beneath the restraint growing madly, dense tumorous growths draping his body.

Decay Plague!

The First Seat realized the gases released by the explosion; the Shadow King had packed all the Decay Plague inside the flesh creation, just waiting for this moment to detonate, delivering a critical blow or even to kill him.

Laughs echoed absurdly in the explosion.

This was the Shadow King’s true objective; he knew the First Seat would personally act, so he used himself as bait to lure him into this trap.

The Shadow King also knew clearly that even using all these means, it might not completely kill the First Seat, given that he was blessed by that lady.

But only maybe, for the Shadow King still harbored a slim chance of victory, knowing that the blessing from that lady also came at a cost.

Protection·Bloodthirsty Healing.

As long as he consumes flesh, he can receive endless Recovery Power, even achieving the effects of an Undying Body, but the cost is the insatiable hunger and the pathological transformation of the flesh, just like beneath the First Seat’s Armor.

The Shadow King could envision the next scene; the Decay Plague would deal a heavy blow to the First Seat, and to survive, he would seek flesh to consume, but by that time, the Decay Plague would have long eradicated all corpses, including him.

In this foodless Hell, filled with Decay Plague, the First Seat would slowly perish in endless hunger and the subsequent effects of Decay Plague.

The apocalypse arriving.

The deadly gases released in the explosion rapidly spread, like a giant hand gently caressing each building, causing them to start shrinking little by little, gradually disappearing under the erosion of the pathological gas, with buildings and terrains deforming and collapsing, transforming into a lifeless desolate wasteland.

Decay Plague surged upwards along with the explosive impact, corroding all materials in its path, breaking through the ruins, rushing into the Great Rift, where large areas somewhat diluted the Decay Plague, yet it still retained its lethality and continued to spread.

High up in the sky.

The following events were simple; the Decay Plague would breakthrough the air shield, traversing several kilometers, even tens of kilometers within the city. The corrosion would cause immense damage within a few hours or days, with the exterior of buildings being the first affected, melting and deforming, and producing irreversible damage internally.

Lebius once again witnessed the shockwave sweeping through with air currents, clearly sensing the Decay Plague carried within this impact.

Red Dog cheered excitedly, as if celebrating the arrival of the apocalypse.

The apocalypse truly arrived, emerging from the Great Rift, with the giant air dome twisting and disintegrating, endless mists erupting.

The sky turned gray and heavy, filled with a bitter taste, causing discomfort and dizziness. Visibility became extremely low, only a few dozen or even a few meters, with distant buildings and roads becoming blurred.

The mist spread throughout the urban area, everything appearing hazy and colorless, roads and buildings losing their clear outlines, seemingly floating on a blurry gray backdrop.

Looking up, the sunlight was blocked, only a ring of dim halo visible. The world seemed like a place obscured by a coarse gray veil, its colors losing their brightness and luster, merely a precursor to disaster.

The rising smog fiercely swept across the city, like a terrifying beast ready to engulf the entire place, accompanied by strong winds carrying dust and other impurities.

The city’s originally busy streets fell silent, vehicles unable to move, people confined to their homes, visibility ridiculously low, with even buildings beyond a meter becoming indistinct, only hearing the sound of gravel hitting and the low roaring of cars echoing around.

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent, followed by sharp alarms breaking the calm. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Emergency announcements occupied all radio and television channels, hosts repeatedly warning.

"Gray tide smog has erupted suddenly, citizens are advised to seek nearby shelter."