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Chapter 348 Seven Gods Choose Together
Chapter 348 Five Gods Choose Together
A mental shockwave swept across, utterly destroying a vast number of mind-stealing airships.
The mind flayers that survived were disrupted by the aftershocks, their mental connections were severed, and they lost contact with the mainframe.
Some were even controlled by Yuri and turned against their former comrades.
The Death Curse faction did retaliate; the Death Curse Monarch sub-brains on those node flagships detected the mental shockwaves and used countermeasures.
Aside from the frequency, almost identical psychic shockwaves swept across, colliding with the psychic shockwaves from Epsilon's side, and the two canceled each other out.
They were eventually annihilated together.
The swirling gray snow fell on the frozen ground, and these particles of matter, produced by the annihilation of the soul, carried the pollution of two kinds of mental shockwaves.
It is a silent disaster for any living thing that comes into contact with it.
However, some people still braved the gray snow and fought off the enemy on the frozen ground.
The elite psychic warriors lurk in the snow, using their psychic energy fields to distort light and keep their own troops hidden.
Not far ahead of them was a human force controlled by mind flayers.
Judging from their uniforms, this is undoubtedly a mixed force, bringing together soldiers from various countries and branches of service, to the point that it could give a commander a stroke.
"The Allied forces, the Soviet forces... there were even a lot of civilians among them. What were those Mind Flayers thinking? Sending such a force to the battlefield?"
The mental elite frowned deeply, touched his bald head, which was just like Yuri's, and felt a little puzzled.
But he was an elite, after all, and quickly figured out the enemy's intentions.
"Because they are our compatriots, does that make us hesitant to act against them?"
His eyes turned cold, and he gestured behind him.
Behind him, a strange unit, completely wrapped up and wearing a gas mask, remained silent. He simply stepped forward and raised his hand.
A small black ball appeared in the palm of my hand, its center shimmering with a starry sky-like color.
With just a gentle push, the black ball shot forward along a non-linear trajectory toward the marching troops.
To others, the black ball appeared to have gone in a long, roundabout way before landing right in the center of the enemy forces.
However, in the eyes of that strange entity, the black sphere actually distorted reality, twisting the shortest path between two points, thus making the line segment between the two points not the shortest.
Although it may seem like it's taking a longer route, it's actually still on the shortest path.
The advantage of doing this is obvious: it prevents the enemy from detecting the black ball's movements.
The controlled force remained completely unaware of the black sphere's explosion, collapse, and spread, not even the Mind Flayers who had been monitoring them.
It only knew that someone had attacked the troops, but it knew nothing about who the attacker was, where they were, or what methods they used.
It's like a map being shrouded in the fog of war; the map view that was painstakingly obtained through the eyes of the controlled is now completely gone.
"It's certain that those humans are even more ruthless to their own kind than to us, which has caused the other groups to abandon their hostage program."
"Huh? But we just kidnapped a group of humans, isn't this a bit of a waste?"
"Then convert them, plant bombs on them, and that will at least cause some damage to the enemy."
The Mind Flayers, who were acting as command nodes, were in a frenzy. They were so busy trying to win the war that their skin lost its gelatinous texture.
Even those who have participated in multiple interdimensional wars remain pessimistic about this one.
Because their adversaries are no longer ordinary natives, but natives who could become an ascended civilization at any time.
Ascended civilizations, even within the realm of oblivion, are comparable to immortals.
Even their mastermind, the Mind Flayer who has one foot in the realm of immortality, cannot guarantee victory over the bald man on the opposing side.
Even because the enemy has also conducted in-depth research on the mind, they have suffered greatly in their area of expertise and have yet to be able to control humanity on a large scale.
We can only use some complicated and troublesome methods to control a small number of hostages.
"Sigh, I hope the Death Curse Domain will still exist after this war."
The Mind Flayer, who served as the command node, was pessimistic.
The situation has really taken a sharp turn for the worse.
The Death Curse Monarch, who sat at the center and was in charge of coordinating the overall situation, thought to himself.
If the entire battlefield is likened to a chessboard, then he and Yuri are the players on both sides.
The competition between the two sides is not only a contest of military strength, but also a confrontation of the strength of the two chess players.
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Whoever has the greater mental strength will gain the advantage.
Currently, it appears that the Cursed Lord Styr is at a disadvantage and is being increasingly outpaced by his enemies.
Even now, Stieh doesn't understand how Yuri on the other side could grow so fast, and how he could rival him in mental power after only a short time apart.
This was very illogical, and he naturally began to suspect the subspace aspect.
"Could it be that the Warp God reached a deal with him? It's very possible, but doesn't he know that those gods are not trustworthy?"
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Even Styr himself wasn't confident he could see through the warp gods' schemes.
"But you need our help, don't you?"
Whispers arose in my mind, as if formed by the superposition of thousands of sounds.
Styg's face was ashen as he retorted, "No, I don't need your help."
"You really don't need it?"
This time, she used a different voice, and her words carried a hint of provocation.
Then came a brutal, voracious voice: "Look, your enemy has far surpassed you. Soon, you won't even be able to see his back."
A kind, motherly voice continued, "Don't worry, child, we know what you want, and we're happy to give you that opportunity."
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"Just do us a small favor."
The last one was an ethereal and distant sound.
"What kind of busy?" Stie asked instinctively, but regretted his words the next second.
Five voices rose together, like a chorus of ten thousand: "Bring it into the warp, and dedicate it to us."
Suddenly, an image appeared in his mind: a crystal that he was very familiar with.
Confusion and embarrassment were simultaneously reflected in his eyes.
He knew what it was; in fact, he attacked Antarctica because of it.
"The Daedric artifact 'Whispering Core,' what do you intend to do with it?"
"This is not something you should know," the initial whisper said. "You just need to keep your promise."
Stiefelter fell silent, calculating and pondering in his mind, hesitating whether to agree to their request.
Although the Whispering Core is a very precious Daedric artifact, it is not indispensable.
On the contrary, even Stielike rarely used it unless he was truly desperate.
It doesn't have many functions; it only provides inspiration, but even the content of that inspiration might contain pitfalls.
Why would the subspace take notice of something like this? Unless it hides a huge secret.
So, should we agree?
Just as Stegh hesitated, an astonishing mental fluctuation erupted from afar, startling even him.
"Such a powerful mental fluctuation... Wait, that direction, could it be that the giant tower has been activated?"
He tried his best to maintain a calm expression, but inwardly he felt bewildered and uncertain.
Stich could not be sure whether this was true or another of Yuri's deceptions.
After a long battle, he had been deceived by Yuri many times. Once, he thought the Mind Terminator had been activated and mobilized a large force to fight to the death, only to find that he had fallen into Yuri's ambush.
Could this be another instance of Yuri using the same old tricks?
Stieg's caution led him to decide to wait, but after a short while, he realized something was wrong.
At the same time, those voices in my mind rang out again, and waves of laughter came one after another.
"Is this a case of 'once bitten, twice shy'?"
"Silly child, you've fallen for it again. This time he's serious."
"Hehe, because of your hesitation, your chances of turning the tables have decreased even more."
Styg realized his mistake and, without hesitation, immediately mobilized his forces to attack the giant tower.
He himself commanded the army while fighting Yuri on the front lines.
"You foresaw this all along, didn't you?" he questioned the five voices in his mind.
A whispered voice said, "Instead of that, you should think about how to deal with the current situation."
A tempting voice followed: "Will you agree to our offer and become a new Chaos God, or refuse and relinquish your chance to ascend to godhood?"
"Child, it all depends on you." It was a kind voice.
The Lord of Death took a deep breath, and amidst the chaotic thoughts and voices surrounding him, he asked his final question: "Can you tolerate my ascension to godhood?"
"It's just becoming a Chaos God. One more or one less won't make a difference."
The whispers provided the answer.
"But your enemy is different. He not only wants to become a god, but also to help that madman ascend to the eight-pointed star."
"So, there really is a chaotic god behind that bald man, and He is your true enemy."
Stief thought he understood everything, and with the pressure on the front lines increasing, he no longer had the luxury of hesitation or refusal.
"I've agreed, how do I deliver the goods?"
"Arrive at the stargate location and take the crystal inside."
"But it's heavily guarded there, I can't get through."
"Don't worry, we'll help you."
Five voices spoke at the same time, followed by five different forces coming from the void and pouring into Stych's body.
He felt it; the power was constantly growing!
But the hunger, possessiveness, and inner emptiness are also growing.
However, none of these matter. As long as you have power, even the greatest hunger can be filled, and your possessiveness can be satisfied. Even the emptiness in your heart is just a minor problem.
Sensing nothing amiss, Stygian, stuffed like a cream puff, channeled all his strength, pulling his army toward the Epsilon headquarters.
Nautilus airships and Illicara air fortresses engage in a fierce firefight, while mind flayers and mind elites invade each other's airspace.
On the ground, the mindless puppets brought by the Death Curse Domain launched an attack, but they were blocked by Epsilon's ground forces.
Black snow fell, and sharp blades moved through the shadows. They laid down their conventional weapons and used their abilities to spread the collapsing domain.
The black mist spread, shrank reality, and the enemies who rushed in were like those trapped in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.
The Blade Legion constructed the first line of defense, greatly slowing down the Mind Flayer Legion's offensive.
The heretic's command also deserves credit; she already possessed exceptional command skills, which were amplified after being integrated into the mind network.
"Libra, there is a small group of enemies nearby, some of whom are arcane constructs. Annihilate them."
The heretics shared the information with Libra, who had just landed. Libra laughed hysterically and waved her hand, creating an invisible anti-gravity field that swept up the marked enemy.
Then it fell heavily.
The unit named Libra is clearly more dangerous; even most sharp blades are no match for her.
Naturally, she was classified as a high-risk unit, attracting more of the enemy's attention.
"Antonio, go support Libra. Rahn, lead your team to the other side to hold off the enemy and prevent them from surrounding Libra."
Although the battlefield situation was chaotic, the heretics' command remained composed, but cold sweat was already seeping out.
The long hours of command, coupled with the energy drained by the mental network, had gradually left her feeling exhausted.
"But now is not the time to rest."
She turned around, glanced at the giant tower behind her, and continued to direct her work.
Although the two who were fighting each other from a distance were the ones who truly determined the course of the war, she at least had to share some of the pressure with Yuri.
boom!
Another psychic shockwave crashed down, this time it was Yuri who made the move.
With the support of the giant tower, his power was much stronger than before. Even the mental shockwaves that used to consume a lot of energy could now be used like fireworks.
Where the shockwave swept, all matter was annihilated into gray snowflakes, until it crashed headlong into a mental barrier.
Behind the barrier, a chaotic and malevolent mind seeped out, wielding invisible spiritual tentacles that pierced straight at the colossal tower standing atop the frozen earth.
The semi-illusory energy shield unfolded, and even when hit by the tentacles, only a few ripples appeared on its surface.
But Stiefelter's offensive did not diminish; on the contrary, it intensified.
"The gods are with me!"
"Only I am the true chosen one!"
Five distinct forces coexisted within his tiny body, and the feeling of expansion almost made him lose himself.
While the Five Gods' schemes certainly played a part, he couldn't care less at the moment, and being force-fed cream puffs, he wouldn't harbor any suspicions.
"Hehe, he really believed it."
Behind the five forces, five gods of different forms and indescribable shapes reside in another dimension, enjoying this spectacle together.
"He truly believes we are warp deities."
"This is fun, boss, this is so much fun!"
"Alright, alright, quiet down," a whisper broke out, drowning out the other four voices. "It's not time to pop the champagne yet. We can wait until he's done the deal."
He seemed to be the one with the highest status, and the other four gods all became quiet and obedient after he spoke.
However, the silence only lasted a few seconds.
"By the way, boss," the kind voice began, "why did you give him that token?"
"That's not just my keepsake," the whispered voice replied, "it's also a ticket, a ticket to my little garden."
"As for the reason... you'll understand sooner or later."
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