Chapter 319: Chapter 231: The End of the Nest

After the death of the Desperate Witch, the Doomsday Nest finally fell into complete madness.

The giant nest that once dominated the Northern Territory, as immovable as a god’s body, let out a piercing wail after its core was severed, nearing death yet refusing to collapse.

Its final struggle began.

Flesh rolled like waves, and the corrupted meat walls suddenly closed, attempting to swallow all remaining intruders.

Countless remaining stitched monsters convulsed wildly, like puppets whose nerves had been cut, rampaging in a counterattack.

Even with torn body cavities and rotting brainstems, they still lunged at the nearest human, biting, clawing, and roaring with their broken bodies!

Spores storms rose from all directions, swirling with hot, highly toxic, and corrosive gases.

The Knights, violently vomiting, rolled and twitched on the ground, some raising shields for protection, yet even their Fighting Energy began to corrode!

The ground swelled, cavity walls burst, and the entire nest crashed into its inner structure like a mad beast.

The final madness, devoid of logic, aimed only to drag its enemies into the abyss together!

The ovary tore apart and spore fluid backwashed, erupting in blood columns dozens of meters high like volcanic eruptions;

Meat walls shattered and collapsed, like the shedding skin of a giant beast, torrents of blood mingled with bone fragments surged through the cavities.

And at the end of the collapsing tunnel, one figure remained kneeling, unwavering like a statue, majestic and solemn, the crimson battle armor silently burning amidst the fragmented light and dust mist.

Gaius Calvin.

To protect Arthur’s Light’s Track, he forcefully initiated the “Bloodline Talent: Undying Charge” four times!

Each charge was an act of self-destruction and burning.

Blood boiling, nerves tearing, and the sound of bone fracturing echoed within like thunder.

His eyes had long been as blood red as molten gold, eardrums ruptured, and blood flowed from nose and mouth, every part of his body screamed—yet he never retreated a single step.

He roared and laughed madly, using his flesh as a battering ram and shield, charging into the abyss four times.

And in the instant the fourth charge fell,

he saw with his own eyes the light, the moment Arthur cut down the Heart of the End.

He finally knelt down.

Not collapsing, but kneeling with the dignity of having fulfilled his mission.

The crimson heavy armor dimmed inch by inch, the Fighting Energy slowly settling into silence like an extinguished furnace.

His armor still faced forward, the direction Arthur rushed through, the hope he safeguarded.

The wind blew over the ruins of blood and spore fluid, reflecting his remnant silhouette.

But fate was not done with his last warmth.

“Guda…”

From within the Doomsday Nest, tentacles suddenly went berserk!

A nerve whip as thick as a stone pillar suddenly dropped from the sky-like cavity ceiling, carrying tons of weight, along with lethal spores and corrosive nerve pulses, slamming straight at Gaius’s already motionless figure.

Arthur suddenly turned back.

At this moment, his pupils contracted sharply, having no time to think.

He almost forced his already exhausted Fighting Energy, acting on instinct to rush out of the flames and shockwaves, the Light Blade turning into a streaked shadow, pouncing toward Gaius!

[Bloodline Talent: Light Chasing Technique] initiated!

Every inch of his body burned, the speed of Fighting Energy breaking through limits, his body almost unable to withstand—

But he still blocked in front of Gaius!

“Boom!!!——”

The tentacle slammed heavily, shattering the ground, the splashing corrosive fluid fell like rain of fire.

With Fighting Energy depleted, defense incomplete, and the Light Blade not returned.

The tentacle, though slashed apart, had its corrosive spore toxin rush into Arthur’s right arm through the wound!

“Ahhhhhhhh——!”

Within mere seconds, his right arm turned from flesh to charcoal ash.

The entire arm, along with the Light Blade, shattered and fell, leaving only a section of broken bone and armor dripping blood.

“My lord!” a Knight far away cried out.

Arthur did not respond, only hoisting Gaius to charge toward the exit.

Meanwhile, a figure appeared at the edge of the collapse.

Duke Edmund supported the broken shield with one hand, blood oozing from his mouth, dragging several survivors behind him.

“Don’t stop… everyone, retreat!”

Boom! Another cavity wall fell, corpse water burst forth, and corrupt flesh collapsed like a mountain.

The tunnel had collapsed, time waited for no one.

“All personnel——evacuate!”

Edmund’s roar echoed within the collapsing cavity, shaking dust from the rock walls.

Arthur, carrying Gaius, led the charge into the flesh tunnel that hadn’t completely closed. The remaining survivors closely followed, stumbling through blood and spore mist, behind them the continuously collapsing, sinking, writhing hell!

They were fleeing.

No one fought anymore; they had long since reached their limits.

Someone lost a leg, being carried by comrades; someone, blind in one eye, still firmly supported a comrade forward; someone’s lips were bitten through, throat whimpering, yet they refused to stop.

The living must exit for the deceased.

The interior of the nest collapsed, spore fluid waterfalls backflooded into the cavity, as if devouring the last war scars.

Duke Edmund stayed at the rear, singlehandedly supporting the last fragment of the wall, shouting hoarsely: “Hurry——go!!”

Finally, before the core of the nest collapsed completely, the last Knight fell out of that fleshy purgatory rolling.

The Broken Core Squad, 103 set out, only 42 returned.

They once were the Empire’s proudest blade.

High-tiered extraordinaries, the most promising among noble Knights.

Many were the sole heirs of their families, sons of generals, all were cornerstones of the Empire’s future.

Yet now, the majority of their names would forever remain on the path into the Doomsday Nest.

After everyone evacuated, the terrifying existence that once crushed the Northern Territory finally reached its end.

After the final madness, the Doomsday Nest finally collapsed.

Spores membrane shattered, cavity walls fell, control core shattered, central nerve severed, stitched monsters fell like puppets with strings cut, turning into corpse water and corruption.

The nest which once brimmed with strange vitality, was now a gutted corpse, overflowing with endless spore fluid, flesh debris, and a sea of blood.

Black fog receded, the earth trembled, storms echoed in the sky.

The entire Doomsday Nest, in flames and gravitational collapse, plummeted into the abyss of the Earth.

Like a fallen temple, submerged into the depths of history and oblivion.

And almost at the same moment…

Mother nests across the Northern Territory also collapsed.

In the mountains, beneath the glaciers, and deep in dead lakes, smaller nests emitted intense tremors and structural destruction echoes.

The insect corpses crawling densely over wastelands and city ruins froze abruptly.

It was as if they had lost their ruling will, toppling collectively in the next second, convulsing, rotting, and collapsing, turning into black spore fluid and foul sludge, flowing like an avalanche among the ruins.

No roars, no laments, the Insect Swarm, died just like that.

No transition, as if some indescribable central consciousness was extinguished, billions of alien species fell silent as one.

At the bottom of the collapsed Doomsday Nest, a group of black insect shells slowly surfaced.

It was a palm-sized insect host, like a soul’s incubation pouch.

It had not died.

This was the Desperate Witch’s last will, and this calamity quietly slid into the depths of the earth’s cracks, escaping into the distance by instinct.

Once reaching a safe place, it remained motionless, wrapping itself like an infant sleeping in a womb.

Waiting for the next… hatch.

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