The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 945

Chapter 945: Marching into the Lovecraft City Chapter 945: Marching into the Lovecraft City There was a nightmarish gargantuan dimension, a terrifying abyss hidden deep within the Atlas Continent that cradled a massive underwater city.

This place was none other than Lovecraft City, a construct of unfathomable horror and grandeur, far surpassing the one Cain had vanquished and destroyed in Kronos.

The size of this dimension was gargantuan, nearly a tenth of Atlas’ landmass, with billions of insect drones flooding the waters along with all sorts of twisted and nightmarish aquatic monsters.

At the heart of Lovecraft City stood a dark temple.

From this temple, waves of dark radiation spread in all directions, flooding the dimension with the energy it needed to exist and grow.

Surrounding the temple were eleven monstrous figures, each embodying a different Concept that permeated every inch of their flesh, blood, and soul.

Four extremely powerful entities were in the deepest chamber of a massive temple resembling a twisted demonic cathedral.

These monsters, with bodies and souls made of negative emotions and chaotic psychic energy, would usually hide their appearance, embracing a sense of mystery and power.

But there was no room for such fanciness and parlor, as they used every second they had to heal their bodies and souls.

The four entities in the chamber were none other than the Grand Humanoids of Dark Sky, the only ones still alive after the onslaught and massacre perpetrated by the Red King.

It was extremely easy for Depravitas to heal from their injuries, as they only needed energy to regenerate their flesh and blood, and Lovecraft City was overflowing with it.

However, things were more complicated this time.

The humanoid bodies they used outside Lovecraft City were known as Sky Shields and were indispensable in a world invasion.

The will of Aether would attack any alien life form that dared to invade it, but it could not attack what it could not see.

The Dark Fog provided a layer of protection, obscuring their auras, but that was still not enough.

So, the Depravitas adopted their spiritual form and fused it into the Sky Shields, essentially turning their souls and energy into fleshy bodies.

That made it impossible for the World Will to detect them inside the Dark Fog.

Unfortunately for the Depravitas, that amazing disguise had one big drawback: they could not use any form of energy or spiritual power inside the Sky Shields, severely limiting their powers.

If that was not bad enough, the physical damage done to the humanoid metallic bodies was translated into soul damage.

When the Red King severed their arms and legs, he was severing pieces of their souls!

Without the endless supply of Depravita Essence flooding Lovecraft City, it would have taken hundreds of years for the Depravitas to heal instead of just a few weeks.

The strongest of the group and the one who managed to heal the fastest was a massive Depravita exuding an intense power and dread.

His massive, muscular red body was adorned with intricate, ancient armor decorated with spikes and skulls that seemed fused into his flesh and muscles.

The Depravita’s golden eyes glowed fiercely, radiating malevolence and pure, absolute, overwhelming wrath and rage-the core of his soul and existence.

Dark energy swirled around his figure as he gazed at the other monsters in the hall, his wrath growing more potent as he saw the pitiful condition in which a single man had left them.

Of course, this massive Depravita that seemed to embody the Concept of Rage was none other than Horus, the leader of the World Domination Force sent by the Depravita Race’s High Lord Xeno.

“Only fifteen of us are left!” Horus clenched his fists with such strength that his massive claws pierced his skin, making him bleed.

But the rage was so intense that he barely noticed the pain.

Not just their low number infuriated the Depravita Wrath; he had surveyed the terrain over Atlas and saw how the Sacred Races’ forces had built Anti-Dark Fog Towers in every corner.

The only place not under the radiance of those towers was the massive hole that led to Lovecraft City.

In essence, they were trapped, besieged on all sides, and trying to turn the tables seemed like an impossible, fruitless mission.

If they were to march out of Lovecraft City, their movements would be extremely limited as they could not move outside the Dark Fog, and the combined power of the top-tier warriors of the Sacred Races might cause the death of many.

Horus could not help but turn to the Ancient Key, previously known as the Void King.

He understood reinforcements were needed if he wanted any chance to control Aether, but he knew very well the consequences of doing that.  The price that High Lord Xeno paid to send the forty-one Depravitas along with his original body into Aether was incredibly high, even for a Third Realm Life Form, and that should have been more than enough to dominate a Seed World in less than a year.

If Horus were to communicate with High Lord Xeno to inform the Third Realm Depravita that not only had he failed to control Aether but that he needed help as the natives had pushed them into a corner, his life would be over.

Just like Horus did not care about the rest of the Depravitas in Aether, seeing them only as tools, High Lord Xeno also saw Horus as a mere pawn in his games.

Horus could feel his mind burning as he used every ounce of his strength and intellect to try and find a way out of this seemingly impossible predicament.

No matter how dire the situation was, he refused to accept defeat.

They would be overwhelmed if they marched out of Lovecraft City in Sky Shields with their current number, so he needed to find another way.

Suddenly, Horus’ eyes widened as he looked into the distance, focusing his perception on the dimensional barrier that covered Lovecraft City.

He felt hundreds of figures marching inside!