Chapter 122 121: Domain—The Lament of Annihilation
At the center of the battlefield, the Glazed Basin.
Turbulent purple energy and crimson electric snakes still intertwined and annihilated in the air, crackling softly like the embers of a celebration.
Where Ghost Prison stood, a quagmire of purple-black flesh churned frantically, looking like boiling asphalt.
The beam of lightning energy from moments ago had pierced through its own rays, while simultaneously shattering its body.
The massive body that had taken the brunt of the impact was now undergoing a hair-raising transformation.
The shattered limbs did not simply regenerate; instead, driven by the surrounding mixture of negative and destructive energies, they underwent a forced evolution and violent reconstruction!
Bones acted like metal with a memory of its own, automatically seeking out fractures to proliferate, deform, and reassemble in ways that were more efficient yet more grotesque, as purple-black energy patterns resembling veins surfaced on their exterior.
The regeneration Speed of its flesh increased severalfold. The new tissue was no longer just purple-black but had taken on a desolate grey—the grey of the end, as if all life and color had been drained away.
Its texture was even tougher, faintly reflecting a cold, metallic glint.
The most obvious change was the pair of dragon wings.
The wingspan stretched from eighty meters to over a hundred!
The agonized human faces on the wing membrane now had their expressions distorted and frozen, as if the last shred of vitality had been stripped away, leaving behind only the hollow outlines of wails.
Countless mouths on those faces hung slightly open, silently exhaling a desolate grey mist.
The aura radiating from its entire body had also completely changed.
It was no longer just madness and tyranny; it now carried the poignant beauty of the decay of all things.
It was a sense of withering that suggested the end of the world, where all color and vitality would be stripped away and consigned to a deathly silence.
"Hiss... cackle, cackle..."
A sharp, hoarse hiss, laced with endless agony, erupted from Ghost Prison's reshaped maw.
But beneath the pain in that hiss lay an excitement that had reached the peak of distortion!
It slowly raised its thicker, more massive head. Its thousands of compound eyes, now seemingly covered by a grey film, locked onto the area a kilometer away that was shrouded in purple-black energy.
There, the Silver-White Tyrant's figure loomed through the energy aftermath, her aura as formidable as ever.
But compared to the colossal momentum Ghost Prison now exuded—as if carrying the final will of the entire Hive—she no longer seemed so overwhelming.
"Do you feel it?"
Ghost Prison's voice grew even more eerie, sounding like sandpaper scraping against glass, or the sound of countless dry leaves being crushed in a cold wind.
"This... is the posture a God should truly have!"
"[The Lament of Annihilation]"
As Ghost Prison uttered that name, an invisible grey-white energy rippled out from its desolate, massive body like ink dropped into clear water, spreading silently yet with incredible Speed!
The energy was invisible and intangible, possessing no physical impact, yet it carried an assimilation that made the soul tremble.
Within the domain, all color began to fade.
The crimson electric light quickly dimmed and vanished.
The surfaces of the purple-black flesh quagmires on the ground were coated in a layer of grey-white.
Even the luster of the glazed ground quickly grew dull, as if it had undergone thousands of years of weathering.
Even more terrifying was its nature of infection and erosion.
At the edge of the domain, those flesh monsters that were either prostrate from the pressure or not yet fully dead were lightly swept by this energy.
Their purple-black shells instantly lost all vitality, becoming grey, stiff, and cracked like dried specimens before finally crumbling into falling grey dust.
And before the dust could even hit the ground, a trace of desolate grey aura was extracted from their vanishing bodies, merging into the domain to serve as nourishment for its growth.
This withering and erosion wasn't simply killing and stripping its Swarm.
It was more like a negation and assimilation on the level of existence, recycling the lives and bodies of the Swarm within the domain and transforming them into the purest concept of the End.
Using this concept as fuel, it nourished and expanded the domain in turn!
Then, like a plague, it spread frantically outward through the flesh creatures of the Swarm!
Ghost Prison stood at the center of the domain, its desolate body seemingly merging with the deathly silent grey world around it.
It spread its hundred-meter dragon wings as the desolate mist exhaled from the countless faces intertwined with the domain.
"I am the End! I am the Master of the Mourning!"
Its thousands of compound eyes pierced through the thickening grey domain, casting a supreme, icy gaze toward Lilith.
"Your lightning, your power, your everything... all of it shall..."
"...return to eternal silence."
Domain [The Lament of Annihilation], expand!
The withering grey-white began to slowly erode its way toward the half of the field where the Silver-White Tyrant stood.
On the other side of the battlefield, the afterglow of the crimson blood lightning flickered unsteadily under the pressure of the grey domain.
In the light being swallowed by the grey, the figure of the Silver-White Tyrant appeared somewhat isolated.
But those four crimson vertical pupils remained bright.