Chapter 218 Is the Mortal World the lair of chaos?
When you are indecisive, chaos will set in.

All the strange things that Westhead found unbelievable were explained by chaos erosion.

But Westhead did not expect that the chaos erosion had reached such an extent that even the sky curtain could be created. It was really too outrageous.

Seeing that Westhead seemed to be hesitant to speak, Evening Prayer suddenly remembered something and tapped his head:
"Oh, I remember you said you saw sunlight, real sunlight, but the sunlight should not have shone for hundreds of years."

Westhead: "Yes, the sun will shine in the future."

He said it very seriously. If this was a memory of the past, then everything in the future was extremely certain.

Not only was the sunlight taken back, but even a god like the [Holy Tree of Glory] who possessed the power of sunlight ascended to heaven.

Evening Prayer was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Yes, we will take back the sunshine. Then we must try what you said and enjoy the sunshine under the clear sky!"

Westhead and Evening Prayer boarded a floating battleship according to the instructions assigned by the bracelet terminal.

As rare high-level extraordinary beings, Evening Prayer and Westhead were assigned the task of being the vanguards in the boarding battle.

Just as they were in position on the landing craft, the alarm sounded again:

"Attention all soldiers of Fort No. 21, we are about to encounter the enemy. All troops should be prepared to meet the enemy."

"The Chaos is overwhelming! There is no room for detour, and no more reinforcements."

After a pause, the broadcast continued:
"So everyone, go to die with a sense of honor!"

"For God, for our brothers and sisters!"

"Pray to the heavens!"

From all parts of the battleship came the cry of war:
"Pray to the heavens!"

The battleship began to rise steadily, breaking through one sound barrier after another. Westhead leaned against the window of the landing craft and looked down.

If the ground in the rear was still barren, then the land below had been submerged by the realm of chaos. The dense power of chaos gathered into a tide, beating repeatedly, revealing an extremely ominous aura.

"Weiss, don't fall."

Seeing Westhead staring at the ground, Evening Prayer grabbed him and warned him sternly:

"I don't want to die."

Westhead raised his eyebrows: "Chaos corruption? I still know about it."

The gray-haired girl clenched her pink fists and pressed them against her chest, repeatedly admonishing, "You must remember this."

Under the cover and advancement of the floating fortress, countless warships and fighter planes were launched and headed towards the Chaos Demon Army under the dark sky.

with full force.

Machine guns, beam lances, particle lances, holy fire missiles... all the ammunition specially made for chaos was unleashed.

Together, they formed a firepower network that tore through the dark sky, and the roar of the main guns was like rolling thunder.

But when Westhead saw the appearance of the Chaos Demon Army clearly, he almost couldn't hold back.

It was completely different from the [Hundred Phases of Chaos] he was familiar with, because this group of chaotic creatures could actually fly!
The indescribable creature floating high in the sky, with its bat wings covered with sticky lipids spread out, circling like a storm of locusts, took on all the firepower. The artillery fire that was enough to flatten mountains fell into the large group of Chaos Demon Army, splashing turbid waves.

What slowly emerged from the dark sky were corrupted warships. Compared with Xu Li's warships, these abandoned ships were more like a breeding ground for chaotic monsters.

The corrupted warships were high above the sky, sending down scarlet beams of light to attack the fighter planes, piercing and exploding the lightning-fast fighter planes one after another.
The various forms of chaos were hideous enough, and the monster before Westhead was even uglier and more abstract than ever.

"What the hell! Is the Mortal World the lair of Chaos? How did it become like this?!"

Westhead cursed.

The occurrence of this level of corruption allowed the Chaos Creatures to gain control of the air, which meant that the forces of order in the mortal world were completely subjugated.

Chaotic creations do not have to maintain a regular shape, but can be free to shape themselves in a chaotic and twisted manner.

"Boom boom boom——"

Because the effect of long-range strikes is extremely limited, in order to tear open the Chaos line, it is necessary to send troops into boarding battles to clear the pollution across the sky.

In order to cover the approach of the warship carrying the landing craft, countless fighter planes surrounded the warship, shooting down monsters while using their own shields to resist the attacks.

Facing the attacks of corrupted warships and chaotic creatures, the tiny fighter planes naturally could not escape the disaster.

Westhead saw with his own eyes that a fighter plane guarding the flank was pierced by scarlet needles and half of its body exploded on the spot.

The pilot of the fighter plane was shot out from the wreckage of the destroyed fighter plane and fell rapidly downwards.

"no, do not want!"

"My levitation device is broken, kill me! Kill me now!"

The driver screamed in fear, as if falling to the ground was something more terrifying than death.

However, he was falling so fast that even though his comrades nearby heard his cry for help and rushed over immediately, they still failed to save him.

"thump--"

As if falling into a pool of sticky ink, the pilot of the fighter plane soaked in the chaotic water for a few seconds, then jumped up like a convulsion.

"Uhhhhhhh!!"

He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his nose which was bleeding. The blood flowing from his nostrils was thick and black. When it dripped onto the ground through his fingers, the black blood made a sizzling sound and emitted green smoke.

When the green smoke dissipated, the black pool of blood turned into countless fat worms as thick as little fingers. Thousands of worms quickly bit through the man's skin and burrowed into his flesh.

He rolled over and over, screaming, and kept scratching at his chest and back with his hands, trying to pull out the worms that were swimming rapidly under his skin. He tore open his clothes and scratched bloody scratches on his chest with his fingernails, but the worms were already heading towards his skull.

I saw a bunch of marks as thick as little fingers appearing on the neck, so densely packed that the neck, which originally could be grasped with both hands, was expanded several times.

They gnawed at everything they could, biting through his face, drilling through his skull, and black blood plasma flowed out of his seven orifices - until the poor "ingredients" had violent spasms all over, his eyes rolled back, and the insects ate up his brain. Then they drilled small holes on the surface of his skull, and countless tiny furry tentacles protruded from his eyeballs.

In just a few breaths, a healthy living person began to swell up with tumors.

And these tumors exploded in an instant, turning into dirty black mud and swallowing him from the inside out.

After a moment, only the outline of a human figure was left, swallowed up by the mud.

"That's why it's important not to fall out of the sky."

Seeing this, Wanchan's beautiful red eyes flashed with pain. She crossed her fingers and pressed them against her forehead. She prayed silently and sighed:

"The earth is no longer a place for mortals to stand."

(End of this chapter)