Chapter 177
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Chapter 177: Nuclear Fusion Power
In the darkness, a monstrous and supple form loomed—a mass of high temperature, a vast and amorphous body with a grotesque, ferocious mouth. It emitted a distinctive chemical scent, its evil tentacles twisting and writhing as they mercilessly devoured the pitiful victims, their wails silenced as they became part of the horrific creature.
Count Gallard, a man who had triumphed over countless foes, found himself paralyzed by fear. Although this creature appeared to be a slime, its terrifying ferocity and power were unlike anything he had ever encountered. No slime could ever be this deadly.
His mind raced. Could this be a Spawn of some Outer God? Or perhaps an unknown superior race? Or worse, a product of forbidden black magic?
Despite its enormous consumption capacity, the “Fusion Slime” eventually vomited out its victims—one by one. But the victims were no longer human. They were infiltrated by the deep blue sticky substance, now part of the creature itself. The “Fusion Slime” could obliterate their internal organs at will.
The eldest daughter was among those vomited out, her body soaked in the dark, corrosive substance. Though her condition was dire, she seemed to have regained some composure.
“The flame of purity, purifying the world…”
She muttered, unaware that her body was already succumbing to the slime’s corruption. The next moment, blood poured from her mouth, her body wracked with excruciating pain.
She screamed in agony, her body convulsing violently.
In a corner of the room, a middle-aged man, dressed in a grey suit, shook his head in impatience.
“What are you waiting for?” he muttered, clearly irritated.
Although he had reluctantly allied with these people, he had never intended to get involved. To him, this was nothing more than a tedious farce.
“Hurry!” the eldest daughter shouted, desperation creeping into her voice.
The “Third Son,” Horse, finally relented, his impatience boiling over. With a powerful motion, he punched the air, summoning void sword blades that tore into the ground with explosive force. The ground shattered, and the “Fusion Slime” shuddered, its massive body writhing in response.
“Woo!”
The slime, though impervious to pain, reacted instinctively to the threat. The eldest daughter collapsed to the floor, blood oozing from her nose, mouth, and eyes. Her family rushed to her aid, using magic to stabilize her.
A young woman in black clothing, with long hair, stepped forward, pulling a high-level Relic from the shadows. The Relic—a palm-sized black cube with a crescent moon symbol—was aimed at the “Fusion Slime” as she spoke an incantation in the ancient Noah language.
“No escape.”yy
The slime froze in place, immobilized by the power of the Relic.
The “Third Son,” Horse, muttered, “Let’s just end this. I don’t even know what this thing is…” He continued to strike, his void blades slashing relentlessly. The “Fusion Slime” was finally crushed under the brutal force of his attacks.
“Success!”
“Uncle Horse is so strong!”
Some of the family members breathed a sigh of relief, almost cheering. But Horse, ever the pragmatist, simply yawned, seemingly uninterested in the spectacle.
Though the Wettin family was on the decline, they were not without means to defend themselves. The eldest daughter, having regained her composure, stood again. Flames began to consume her body, burning away the remnants of the “Fusion Slime” inside her, rendering them inert.
The young woman with the Relic remained motionless, her face devoid of emotion. She was Count Gallard’s deceased second son’s daughter, an extraordinary being with a remarkable constitution. She had always been the sacrificial pawn of the Wettin family, her life span limited to just twelve years.
“I think this thing is a bit like a mutated slime… but a slime can’t be this powerful,” she said coolly.
Horse, still impatient, shook his head, his tone laced with irritation. “It might be sent by another family to wipe us out… so annoying. I hate anything that isn’t killing.”
The eldest daughter, still recovering from her near-death experience, quickly commanded, “No matter what this thing is, it hasn’t died yet! We need to keep attacking with fire spells so it can’t regenerate!”
Her logic was sound. In the Otherworlds, people who let their guard down were often the first to fall.
“Okay,” the young woman agreed, raising her hands to cast a spell. But before she could complete it, her body collapsed to the floor.
The eldest daughter froze, unable to react in time. Her niece’s head had been crushed by a red tentacle in an instant.
“How can this be…”
Two crimson tentacles shot from the creature, one of them killing the young woman immediately, the other narrowly grazing Horse’s left arm. The force of the attack shattered his arm, leaving it useless.
“What kind of monster is this…?” Horse murmured, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
The “Fusion Slime” had fully regenerated. Its body was now a deep, menacing red, exuding an unbearable heat that caused everyone in the hall to sweat with fear.
Its roar was deafening.
“Woo!”
The creature launched more red tentacles, this time not to capture, but to destroy. Anyone struck by them would be instantly pulverized. They moved with the speed of steel cannonballs, their power immense.
“So annoying. Just die already!” Horse growled, impatience lacing his voice as he threw another punch.
This time, he could only rely on his right arm, but even that was enough. The invisible blade of void energy cut through the air, severing the tentacles as they tried to strike him.
Despite his strength, Horse was not invincible. The tentacles came at him from all angles, but he was quick and focused, dodging most of them.
“As the one who has always cleaned up the family’s messes, I won’t be defeated so easily,” he muttered under his breath, sweat pouring from his brow.
But the creature’s relentless attacks pushed him further, each one testing his endurance.
The eldest daughter, in a final act of desperation, rushed to retrieve the Relic from her niece’s body. She knew it was her only hope. The “Fusion Slime” responded instantly, sending a tentacle toward her.
If she hesitated, if she faltered even for a second, she would die. But she did not.
With a roar of pain, the eldest daughter summoned flames around her right arm, using it as protection. The tentacle struck with blinding speed, shattering her arm. But she did not hesitate.
Despite the agony, she gritted her teeth, seized the Relic, and aimed it at the creature.
“Nowhere to escape!” she cried.
The “Fusion Slime” froze, immobilized by the Relic’s power.
“Horse… my body… I don’t
think I can last…” She
whispered, her life fading.
She looked at her fallen
brother, the dependable “Uncle
Horse,” now dead, his blood
soaking the floor. Her eyes
filled with sorrow.
“You failed too.”
It was over.
The final battle had been lost.
The eldest daughter, the last
surviving member of the
Wettin family, could only watch
as her family was slaughtered
around her. The “Fusion Slime”
reverted to its deep blue color,
having completed its
destruction.
Count Gallard, weakened and
poisoned, lay on the ground.
His body was drained, the
Demon-slaying Sword his only
support as he slowly fought
off the poison.
Tears streamed down his face,
unstoppable.
Why?
Why had this happened?
His children, once innocent
and happy, had slowly turned
cold and indifferent. Had it
been his strict upbringing that
caused this? He had failed
them. He had failed everyone.
The “Fusion Slime” loomed
before him, its enormous body
a terrifying presence. Gallard,
almost spent, sat up and
leaned on his sword, gazing at
the creature as if awaiting his
final judgment.
What was it?
A simple monster, or an agent
of Babel Tower?
His mind was clouded with
doubt.
Would the Wettin family truly
be erased from existence
today?
