Chapter 1439: Chapter 1437: The Cost of Victory
In ancient tis, the [Black Flesh Mountain] was crafted at the expense of the Elder Race’s utmost effort and blood.
At the final mont of the London ga, it served as the carrier, shielding against the risks of inter-dinsional crossing, successfully transporting all personnel back to the original world.
It was firmly rooted in the deserted area where the original London stood.
The Flesh Mountain that underwent dinsional transfer lost only a few large chunks of at, so areas flattened and scorched, yet its overall structure showed no signs of instability.
However.
For the Human Expeditionary Army stationed within the Flesh Mountain, the experience was by no ans pleasant.
This was the ultimate nest of the Shoggoths. It relied on the domains maintained by several squad leaders to counteract the pinnacle of putrid contamination while simultaneously preventing lethal plagues from infiltrating.
As the Flesh Mountain fully rooted into the ground, everyone gradually adapted to the discomfort caused by dinsional migration.
The expeditionary forces imdiately withdrew, with so knights seeking the mages from the Witch God Knight Legion to conjure clean water and wash off the overwhelming stench clinging to their bodies—so knights’ skin had even developed hyperplastic tissue resembling clusters of eyes.
The five squad leaders also gathered at this mont.
There was little joy derived from victory; even the usually cheerful Marlon couldn’t muster a smile.
The Great Demon Leader had reverted to a normal human form, his gelatinous face split open into a mouth.
“We are currently tallying personnel losses… the situation doesn’t look optimistic.
The final decision made by the enemy upon their arrival inflicted devastating losses, with at least 30% of the knights consud in the explosions.
The Holy Knights Group’s [The Shield of the Order—Feto Walton] fell during an encounter with a King Level in London. Additionally, 21 elite knights perished during the London War.
To all squad leaders, I comnd your efforts.
For now, we can only hope that the Demons will offer a fair and impartial evaluation.”
“It was my impatience… If only I had set the necessary limitations in advance, the catastrophic [Explosion] conclusion might have been avoided.”
Marlon was deeply remorseful over his final decision.
If he had been more thorough, setting sufficient restrictions to imprison a King Level and isolate the Blacksmith Third Generation earlier, all of this might have been prevented.
“Don’t overthink it, we’ve done the best we could.
The outco has already surpassed all expectations. After all, facing the sudden shift of the main battlefield, the battle plan I proposed to the Demons was premised on the destruction of London City and the sacrifice of a massive number of personnel.
Unexpectedly, the Demons still had a contingency prepared for this very mont.”
The Great Demon gazed at the Flesh Mountain, which was even grander in scale than London, with both awe and trepidation.
Evidently, the Flesh Mountain’s covert deploynt must have been a strategy set by the Demons from the very start, kept concealed throughout the war only to be unleashed at the critical last mont.
…
The depths of the Flesh Mountain.
The original form of the Shoggoth, the Fifth Elent—Eugenes, soaked within tallic containers in the Elder Race’s laboratory, accelerating his physical recovery through specialized technology.
Among the ten Elents, Eugenes ranked first in terms of the severity of his injuries.
“This ga… should suffice by now.”
Eugenes stared into the distance at the [Shoggoth Master], now entirely reduced to a dried corpse.
The Master and the Flesh Mountain had long been fused into one.
This inter-dinsional crossing was sustained solely by the Master, who sacrificed even mythology to ensure the Flesh Mountain’s overall integrity.
Through “sacrifice,” he obtained ultimate victory, securing a glimr of hope for the Shoggoth tribe and a future for Eugenes.
The Master was dead.
The ownership of the [Black Flesh Mountain] now belonged to Eugenes.
Additionally, due to the portable modifications made earlier by the Upper Old King from the Void, the Flesh Mountain could now be “packaged” like Makoms City.
It could even shrink into a flesh-ball small enough to fit directly inside Eugenes’ pocket.
Currently.
The Mother of the Black Night had nearly exhausted her energy during the final escape phase and was resting quietly.
Father Lysos was organizing the church to count the survivors, while those severely injured were utilizing the Flesh Mountain’s facilities for treatnt.
Targeted siege and infinite soldiers ford through program networks, alongside program-enhanced Mythic Bodies during the initial stages of defense, had suppressed the Demon forces at the outset of the war.
Mr. Wims from the Terminal North Continent—a white worm—was left with only half of his worm body, frozen within the glacier.
Ingrid from the Black Forest had her goat’s hoof severed, her soul heavily damaged, leaving her in a state of deep coma; her Mythical Scrolls were on the verge of shattering.
By comparison.
The ten Elents’ overall condition was better than the Mythic Bodies behind them, each fulfilling their purpose within the London ga—except Eugenes, whose condition was the worst.
Green was almost entirely unscathed but had paid the price by devouring all the forces he had brought along.
…
The depths of the Flesh Mountain.
A sealed secret room constructed with special stone, containing the “Door of Fate” modified by Elder Race technologies inside.
Han Dong once escaped Eugenes’ pursuit here.
Now, Han Dong stepped out of it once again.
“After the prior Antarctic incident, Eugenes carried out extensive modifications here? It seems like this guy entered Fate Space once after his loss to . Not bad.
Let’s go borrow sothing from him.”
Following a familiar path, Han Dong returned to the Elder Race’s laboratory.
However, the mythical aura lingering here had entirely dissipated. At the end of the lab, where the Flesh Mountain’s core was symbolized by a massive tumor-like lump of flesh, only a dried-up giant corpse was bound to its surface.
“Eugenes accomplished a major achievent…”
The scene before him inevitably raised Han Dong’s concerns.
The Shoggoth tribe’s performance would undoubtedly add bonus points to the Demons’ evaluation, lowering the contributions credited to the human side.
After a short while.
Following the aura trail, Han Dong entered a special treatnt room filled with blood-flesh conduits and flourishing tumors exuding vitality.
His gaze settled on a figure subrged within a glass tank, whose body was densely covered with glowing green eyeballs, emitting a faint eerie light.
Before Han Dong could utter a word.
A hoarse voice squeezed out from between the clusters of eyes:
“Nicholas, you’re such a coward… hiding in Fate Space out of fear? Disgusting.”
Han Dong showed no signs of anger; instead, he responded with a smile:
“Regarding the Flesh Mountain’s stability, I dare say I understand it better than most Demons. As a dinsional carrier, it’s far more reliable than London City… transferring using the Flesh Mountain is much more stable.
I just had urgent matters requiring a visit to the Fate Transfer Station.
By the way, was the Flesh Mountain idea yours?”
“None of your damn business!”
“I figured. Such a far-sighted setup couldn’t possibly be your doing…”
“You!”
Eugenes, already irritated by Han Dong’s presence, exploded with anger at the remark. Several eyeballs burst instantly, intensifying pain in certain areas.
“Oh, don’t get so worked up~ You’re a patient, after all.
First, my thanks to you and the Shoggoth tribe for your contributions during the war.
The reason I’m here, however, is that the Elder Race I borrowed during the war unfortunately perished, so I need to replenish my collection of Elders.”
“Get lost!”
“Ah, I nearly forgot to ntion… I’m not asking you—I just wanted to inform you as a courtesy beforehand.”
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