Lord of the Myriad Worlds

Chapter 623: Grenier's Diary

"Today is the sixth day of the third month, autumn, in the year 20,528 of the Third Era of the Heavens. I am currently located in an Underground Outpost Safehouse in the Ruins of the Twin Cities of Green, a former frontier stronghold of the Old Aulsen Empire in the Chaotic Realm. My name is Grenier. Perhaps this is a good omen; I've always thought so, which is why I was sent by the Nine-Star Council to build an Outpost Safehouse, and I successfully built it."

"However, everything I've encountered in the Chaotic Realm has severely impacted my Sanity. Now, I have no choice but to lock myself in this gloomy safehouse. I can be sure I'm safe, and I'm also certain that reinforcements will definitely arrive. But I'm not sure if I'll live to see that moment, because directly above my head, for some time now, there has been a Blood Plague Lord with bizarre movements and bizarre behavior acting erratically. I haven't dared to show my head for a full six months."

"I cannot predict what will happen next. I might die, I might turn into a Blood Plague Zombie, but I might also be eaten. Damn it, what I've seen and heard over the past half year has simply overturned my cognition. Who said Blood Plague Zombies don't eat Blood Plague Zombies? So far, that Blood Plague Lord has already eaten 378 Blood Plague Overlords, 2,156 Blood Plague Captains, and over ten thousand Blood Plague Zombies. I have a premonition that it might be about to advance—advance into an Immortal-level Blood Plague Lord!"

"But this is something that has never occurred in past records, so I must record all of this. Record it for those reinforcements who might be late. If you see this letter of mine, sigh—"

In a very well-hidden underground space, a scrawny man with a stubbly beard was writing a diary, or in a sense, a last will and testament, because he really wasn't sure if he could survive.

An Immortal-level Blood Plague Lord. Sigh, his luck was truly too good.

At this time, he looked back at the Primitive Teleportation Array behind him. This was formed by a Chaos Expansion Card, bringing its own Magic Teleportation Module. Once he built a sufficiently secure Outpost Safehouse, it would turn into a Teleportation Array, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

However, the reinforcements were delayed. Could it be a bad signal?

But what could be done about that?

Given the situation on the surface, who could build a home above ground?He recalled how confident he was when he set out. As a result, he mined Source Ore in the Neutral City for a full twenty years, working himself to death just to earn 50 pieces. Then, he carefully crossed the Blood Plague Wasteland, trekking a full 120,000 miles before arriving at the Ruins of the Twin Cities of Green, which was said to be the most suitable for building an Outpost Safehouse, and also the most cost-effective under relatively safe conditions.

Admittedly, with his Tier-4 strength coupled with his Ranger talent, he could slip all the way over without being discovered by those Blood Plague Zombies, nor would he attract a Chaotic Blood Plague Storm. The whole journey went very smoothly. Yet, seeing as it was already the twenty-seventh year, such a massive unexpected event actually occurred.

With a long sigh, Grenier was just about to continue writing his diary and suicide note when his heart suddenly stirred. He saw the simple magic array behind him abruptly light up. The next second, a figure was teleported over, followed by a second, and a third. Great, the reinforcements were here.

However, just the teleportation of these three reinforcements had already scrapped the Primitive Teleportation Array formed by the Chaos Expansion Card. Next, they still needed to continue working hard to expand and upgrade the Outpost Safehouse so they could teleport more reinforcements until it upgraded into an Outpost Bridgehead.

This was a gradual, step-by-step process.

"Grenier, thank you for your hard work!"

One of the reinforcements smiled and spoke.

"You guys... you guys are finally here! That's wonderful! I'm about to freaking break down. I was writing my suicide note, believe it or not? Look! But... but why is it just the three of you? Do you have any Tier-6 Immortals? I need Tier-6 Immortals here, because there's something wrong with a Blood Plague Lord—"

Grenier was so agitated he was almost incoherent.

"Calm down, Grenier. Have you forgotten? A Tier-6 Immortal in the Chaotic Realm is bound to attract a Chaotic Storm. As for a Blood Plague Lord that is not right, where are there any normal Blood Plague Lords in this Chaotic Realm? Stay calm, get some good rest first. Once we repair the Teleportation Array, you can go back."

The three men kindly comforted him. This was very normal. Venturing deep into the Chaotic Realm and building an Outpost Safehouse was simply too overpowered for a Tier 4 Legend. But there was no choice. The Samsara Travelers and Contractors over there had already cut off the original route. If they didn't have to, they wouldn't have resorted to this poor plan.

"Alright, perhaps my Sanity is indeed too low and I'm hallucinating. Can I get some other intel? Logically speaking, didn't they say ten 4th-Tier Legendary Rangers were sent over to build Outpost Safehouses? How many have succeeded so far?"

Grenier asked.

"So far, counting you, four have succeeded. There are also three confirmed dead; they have currently resurrected. But two more are completely unaccounted for, probably already dead. Fortunately, being able to build four is already an enormous stroke of luck, because there might never be such a good thing again in the future."

"What? What happened?"

Grenier was startled.

"The Dragon Spire has been permanently closed. The Ancient Dragon Ovadulin got angry. The cause was that an Arcane Proving Tower from the Ancient Era was excavated by someone in a Source Ore mine in Neutral City. It was the highest grade, belonging to a Heaven-Blessed Archmage. But the Tower Spirit was gone. Various Factions scrambled and fought over it, and finally gathered together to attack the Dragon Spire, believing that the Ancient Dragon Ovadulin took the Tower Spirit. The two sides fought a fierce battle six months ago. It's said that both sides suffered significant losses, and neither gained the upper hand."

"Thus, in a fit of rage, the Ancient Dragon Ovadulin announced the permanent closure of the Dragon Spire. From now on, they will no longer accept the passage of any faction. Consequently, the chaotic Blood Plague in this region will also spiral out of control. Don't let any faction or individual think about easily traversing the Blood Plague Wasteland like before."

"Therefore, under these circumstances, Various Factions are in urgent need of building their respective Outpost Bridgeheads in the Green Twin Cities! And the previously built Outpost Safehouses, Outpost Bridgeheads, and Outpost Bases have consequently surged in importance."

"That's exactly how it is. Grenier, you can rest assured. Now that this Outpost Safehouse has been taken over by the three of us, there will be no problems. As for the Merit you've established this time, it has already been distributed to your Kingdom at this moment. When you return, you will be a hero of the Alliance of Heavenly Lords."

"Good, good!"

Grenier was somewhat dazed, but at the same time, he completely relaxed. Yes, it was time to wrap things up.

As for that strange, abnormal Blood Plague Lord right above his head, perhaps it really was a lapse in his judgment. After all, his Sanity was now only in the single digits, and he was observing from a far distance. It wasn't impossible that he had seen wrong.

At this very moment, right above Grenier's Outpost Safehouse, a chaotic Blood Plague Storm was brewing. The massive zombie that Grenier had called a Blood Plague Lord, but which Li Wei had treated as a Blood Plague Overlord, was glaring down at the ground with huge crimson eyes, as if there was some irresistible, tantalizing aroma hidden underground.

If Grenier and the other three had seen this scene, they would have been frightened out of their wits, because this essentially meant their Outpost Safehouse had been discovered by this Blood Plague Lord.

Yes, a Blood Plague Lord was even more powerful than a Blood Plague Overlord, and it was also more sensitive to the aura of the living.

However, before this Blood Plague Lord could begin excavating the ground, the rapidly approaching chaotic Blood Plague Storm had already formed with a rumble and continued to strengthen. It directly became the eye of the storm.

The chaotic Mana didn't care whether you were a Blood Plague Zombie or not. The Blood Plague was merely one of the side effects formed after the great cataclysmic explosion of the Magic Origin; it didn't even amount to a single hair on the root.

The cause of a Chaotic Storm was related to objects that had formed a certain scale and reached a certain standard of mass. As long as you reached it, it would immediately gather over, tear you apart, and dismantle you until you turned into dust.

Thinking back to the Ancient Era, those deity-like Heaven-Blessed Archmages all died because of this. Even their souls and physical bodies were turned to ash.

Of course, with their level of strength, the chaos they triggered wasn't at the storm level, but rather a Doomsday Calamity, akin to the end of all worlds.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Blood Plague Lord roared incessantly, trying in vain to grab onto something. But the gathering Chaotic Storm was like countless magical small knives, effortlessly eroding, tearing, stripping, and dismantling the giant armor it wore on the outside of its body.

It was visibly weathered away.

And on the surface of its originally incomparably hard body, ghastly wounds also began to appear, as if hundreds of terrifying whips were lashing it at over ten times the speed of sound!

In the blink of an eye, it became a bloody mess, and the small components on its body vanished and annihilated in an instant.

It seemed to be only one step away from ultimate death.

At the same time, Li Wei, inside the stomach of this Blood Plague Lord, also felt that incomparably terrifying Chaotic Storm. The boundless great terror made his heart quail. At this moment, he and this Blood Plague Lord were simply Grasshoppers on the same string. If this buddy really died and annihilated, even if the Chaotic Storm would quickly subside, it would probably still be enough to cause him plenty of trouble.

Therefore, almost without hesitation, Li Wei chose self-salvation and rescue.

And the method he used was very simple: drinking poison to quench thirst!

Continuously and unceasingly, he took out the various Life Cores he had accumulated over the past half year and threw them into the flesh and blood of this Blood Plague Lord. Under normal circumstances, doing this would cause it to self-destruct, but under the immense damage caused by the Chaotic Storm outside, these Life Cores instead became highly toxic emergency first-aid kits.

But whether toxins would accumulate didn't matter; what mattered was living to the next moment.

Speaking of which, this kind of Life Core should be the raw material for making Dropped Gold Cards. They contained massive amounts of active substances and were top-tier life energy sources.

So under the premise of not caring about the other components contained within, the effect was truly excellent.

On this side, the Chaotic Storm had even swept this hulking Blood Plague Lord into mid-air, blowing it to who knows where. Every second, it cut and dismantled an unknown amount of flesh and blood from its body, but at the same time, its flesh and blood rapidly healed themselves driven by those Life Cores.

However, Li Wei also didn't dare to throw in too many. He strictly controlled the rhythm, otherwise he was afraid of triggering a self-destruction.

For a time, a fragile balance was actually achieved.