Divine Path System Chapter 1011 The Darkest Night

Chapter 1011 The Darkest Night

Humanity was still celebrating when a disastrous news. .h.i.t.

Sovereign Ares was besieged by Thunder King as well as an Undead Sovereign. He was quickly losing and might die at any moment.

Ruler of Jupiter, Micheal Caron was also targeted by Fire King as well as a puppet-like Undead whose strength also reached the Sovereign state.

Vianne of Venus was under the same situation.

All the celebratory mood disappeared as the populace stared at the giant screens from the streets and homes in despair.

In the outer s.p.a.ce of Neptune, a golden light flashed and an explosion blasted apart an asteroid quarter the size of earth's moon.

Floating in the middle of the debris was a bloodied blonde man. His armor was torn, revealing his torso and the hideous scorching injuries.

His right chest was burnt to the point that his bones were visible. His liver was long charred black. This new lightning blast even pierced managed to puncture the right lung.

Resisting the horrendous pain that threatened to swallow his consciousness, the man channeled his mana and stared at his enemy hard.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Thunder King stared back with a c.o.c.ky smile.

"Nothing a good beating can't solve. If not, then two." The Undead Leader appeared beside him and showed off his fist drenched in fresh, warm red blood.

"We should finish him now. This battle is dragged long enough." Thunder King summoned a lightning spear, but failed to hide the reluctance on his face.

The Undead Leader also wanted to toy with his prey more. But he too nodded and clenched his fist and pointed himself toward Sovereign Ares.

"That b.a.s.t.a.r.d fainted after killing Demon King, thinking all the problems would be solved once he woke up. But when he wakes up, humanity would already be wiped out." With a burst of roaring laughter, Thunder King threw his lightning spear.

The weapon split into two, four and soon, into thousands of smaller but sharper lightning needles.

They surrounded Ares, leaving him no room of escape. Then, they rained down on him faster than any bullet could.

Sovereign Ares ignored the blood spilling from his mouth and forcibly channeled his mana.

He shouldn't be doing this now. His body wasn't able to fight anymore. He needed rest. He had to rest.

"Arghhh!" Fighting against the heavy injuries in his body, Sovereign Ares pulled all the mana he could.

It was excruciatingly painful and caused tears to jump out of his eyes. It's like digging a knife in your arm and peeling your skin back with bare hands.

As the last vestiges of his mana worked, Sovereign Ares turned into a ma.s.s of lightning. Elementalization was costly but had one benefit.

Most of the lightning bullets shot through him as if he was just another block of s.p.a.ce. Only a few caused his lightning to nearly falter and even fewer shook the ma.s.s of lightning that Ares became.

This was the reason Thunder King divided his spear into thousands of smaller ones.

Ares wouldn't surrender. He'd fight to the bitter end. Such a move was only expected.

But so what?

How many brave warriors from the losing side sacrificed their lives heroically in every war? The history of civilization was filled with such 'heroic deeds' from the losing side.

Ares was going to be one of the too many.

And they…

They'd be the winner. The survivor.

"Winning is everything." Thunder King said and waved his hands.

Tens of thousands of small lightning bullets surrounded Sovereign Ares.

Despite the onslaught, the protector of Neptune struggled. But the attacks just kept coming.

Like a beast kept in the cage and shot over and over, Sovereign Ares thrashed around.

Eventually, the elementalization of Ares ended and he turned back to his human form and collapsed into a fetal position. There were hundreds of small scorching marks all over his body.

The mana in his body was sucked to the last drop and his life was hanging on a thread.

"We'll climb to the peaks of greatness on the back of your corpses." Thunder King stepped on Sovereign Ares' head and declared.

With a click, the general of neptune perished.

After Mars, Neptune also lost its ruler.

The battle was captured by the drones, but as the battle got more tragic, the military shut it down. But the outcome couldn't be more obvious.

An air of despair once again filled the human federation.

Another bad news reached them shortly after.

Sovereign Micheal Caron as well as Sovereign Vianne were also quickly being pushed toward the point of no return.

The only saving grace was the Undeads were very mechanical and inflexible, allowing the Sovereigns some breathing s.p.a.ce.

If it's the Undead Leader they faced, they'd have long perished.

With Sovereign Ares dead, both Thunder King and Undead Leader freed up their hands. Whichever Sovereign they were going to target next would be doomed.

The Sovereigns were anxious as they felt an invisible sword hanging above their necks.

But contrary to all fears of the Sovereigns and the public, the Undead Leader and Thunder King didn't rush to any other planet.

They did something worse.

They attacked Neptune.

The planet home to 7 billion was struck by a catastrophe. Even though the army already began emergency evacuation after noticing the Undead Sovereign, evacuating freaking 7 billion in such a short time period was impossible.

Only 2 billion of the population, barely 30%, managed to escape to other planets when the Abyssal ruler and the Undead king attacked the planet. Following them was the blood thirsty abyssal army.

What unfolded next could be only described as carnage of disastrous proportions. Entire cities were destroyed by lightning storms. Streets were littered with corpses. Homes were crushed.

The lights on the planet went off and even from the outer s.p.a.ce, the red patches formed on the planet were jarring.

The abyssals slaughtered to their hearts' content. Men, women, children, elderly—there was no distinction, no mercy, no empathy.

It was a brutal ma.s.sacre to which any words would fall short.

For three full hours, the abyssal army kept killing and killing. They played 'games', conducted 'compet.i.tions' as they raced to see who killed more and who killed better.

Gut wrenching screams reached the sky and resounded across the planet.

Schools were destroyed, libraries were demolished, the great museums celebrating the heritage of human civilization were burnt.

The lightning rain across the planet slowly drowned the modern, developed and beautiful Neptune.

The horrifying ma.s.sacre was broadcasted by the abyssals across all planets. They were both informing the humanity that Neptune had fallen and using the videos to demoralize them from any further fighting.

While they might have failed or succeeded in their attempt to demoralize, they made every human watching the horrors shed bitter tears.

Even the most sternest of people closed their eyes and ears.

The cries of children around the corpses of their parents were cut off by the sound of bodies burning and young screams of dying kids.

Children were killed in front of parents, parents were killed in front of children. Watching their loved ones die, the cries from the survivors were heartbreaking.