All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: The Hive Breaker
The fog in the Ash Pits churned as hundreds of Shadow-Stalkers emerged. Their red eyes burned like embers in the grey mist, and their clicking, skeletal jaws created a cacophony of hunger. The 13th Battalion faltered. They were criminals, not soldiers. They were used to stabbing people in the back, not fighting a tide of monsters. "There are too many!" The thief screamed, backing away. "We need to fall back to the artillery range!" "No," Lin Jin said. He stabbed the Violet-Funeral Blade into the red mud. "Artillery leaves no bodies," Lin Jin said. "And I hate wasting food." He gripped the hilt. The violet veins on his arms flared, pumping high-octane energy into the massive sword. "Ashbone Art: Titan’s Cleave - Horizontal." Lin Jin swung. BOOM. A wave of violet vacuum pressure tore through the fog. It hit the front line of the demon horde. Ten Shadow-Stalkers were instantly cut in hal
Chapter 62: The Bone-Smith of the Abyss
Sector 7 Military Forge. It was a cavernous hall filled with the roar of blast furnaces and the ringing of hammers. Sweaty, soot-covered smiths worked around the clock repairing broken swords and dented breastplates for the thousands of soldiers on the wall. CRASH. The doors swung open. Lin Jin walked in, followed by fifty thugs carrying massive sacks of black bones. "Clear the floor," Lin Jin announced. The Chief Smith, a dwarf-like man with arms as thick as tree trunks, marched over. "Who are you? This is a restricted area! Penal battalions stay in the barracks!" "I need a furnace," Lin Jin said, ignoring the man. He signaled Butcher Wang to dump the sacks. Clatter. Hundreds of pounds of Abyssal Black Bone spilled onto the floor. The dark energy radiating from
Chapter 63: The Crimson Tide
Sector 7 Command Center. WEEEE-OOOO. WEEEE-OOOO. The sirens screamed. It was a sound that made even the veteran soldiers on the Black Wall wet themselves. It wasn't the standard raid alarm. It was the Siege Alarm. The sky outside the reinforced windows had turned the color of a bruised plum. Red lightning crackled across the horizon, illuminating a sea of movement in the distance. "Report!" General Tie barked, slamming his fist on the holographic map. "It’s a Crimson Tide, General!" A sensor operator yelled, his face pale. "Density is off the charts. Estimated numbers: Fifty thousand low-level demons. Three thousand heavy infantry. And..." The operator swallowed hard. "Five Class-A Siege Beasts." The room went deadly silent. A Class-A Siege Beast was a mountain of muscle and bone capable of p
Chapter 64: The Fall of the Titan
The wind howled past Lin Jin’s ears as he clung to the ribcage of the Abyssal Bone-Giant. Being three hundred feet in the air was disorienting, especially when the "ground" you were standing on was trying to kill you."ROAR!"The Giant shrieked, a sound like grinding tectonic plates. It felt the parasite climbing toward its neck.It raised its massive skeletal hand—a cage of fingers the size of transport trucks—and swatted at its own chest.WHOOSH.The hand came crashing down.Lin Jin didn't jump off. He released his grip and slid down through the gaps in the Giant's ribs, swinging inside the hollow chest cavity.CRASH.The Giant punched itself. The impact cracked its own sternum, sending bone shrapnel flying.Inside the chest, hanging by one hand from a massive vertebra, Lin Jin swung like a pendulum in the darkness. Above him, he could see the Giant’s "Heart"—a swirling vortex of black necromantic energy."Empty inside," Lin Jin noted. "No heart. Just magic."He swung back out throu
Chapter 65: The Harvest
The Base of the Black Wall. The corpse of the Abyssal Bone-Giant lay like a fallen mountain range. It was so large that the cleanup crew wasn't a squad; it was a mining operation. "Heave!" Butcher Wang shouted. Ten members of the 13th Battalion, using chains and pulleys, tore a single rib loose from the Giant’s carcass. The rib was twenty feet long and weighed five tons. CRASH. It fell onto the transport sled, sinking into the red mud. "Beautiful," Lin Jin murmured, standing atop the Giant’s shattered sternum. He touched the white bone. It was cold, dense, and hummed with a resonance that made his teeth itch. [Material Analysis: Ancient Titan Bone (Corrupted).] [Grade: Siege-Tier.] [Properties: Magic Resistance (High), Kinetic Absorption (Extreme).] "This isn't just armor," Lin Jin kicked the bone. "This is tank plating." He turned to his squad. They were exhausted but grinning like looters who had found a dragon's hoard. "Strip it clean," Lin Jin ordered. "I want the femur
Chapter 66: The Dead Forest
The stealth transport didn't land. It hovered fifty feet above the canopy, dropping a silence-field. "Go. Go. Go." Fifty heavy black shapes dropped from the bay doors. THUD. THUD. THUD. They landed in the mud. The transport vanished into the clouds, leaving them alone in the dark. The Dead Forest. It wasn't a forest of wood. Lin Jin looked at the "tree" next to him. The bark was grey and leathery, like the skin of an elephant. When Butcher Wang brushed against a branch, the tree didn't rustle. It bled. Thick, red sap oozed from the wound, and the leaves—which looked suspiciously like dried human tongues—shivered. "Disgusting," Snake Woman whispered, wiping red sap off her white shoulder pauldron. "The whole forest is... meat."
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Chapter 67: The Valley of Whispers
The Edge of the Dead Forest. The forest stopped abruptly, as if cut by an invisible knife. Beyond the tree line lay a massive, bowl-shaped basin submerged in eternal twilight. The Valley of Whispers. There was no wind here. No bird calls. Not even the screech of demons. There was only sound. Thousands of voices, overlapping, buzzing in the air like a hive of invisible flies. "Mom?" Butcher Wang stopped suddenly. Through his white bone visor, his brutish face twisted in confusion and fear. "I... I'm not hungry... don't look at me..." He fell to his knees in the mud, clutching his helmet. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." The rest of the squad began to break. The thief was clawing at his throat, as if choking. Snake Woman was slashing her daggers
Chapter 68: The Heretic's War
The Bridge of Bone. "Etiquette first," Li Xuan smiled, flicking his wrist. The black metal fan in his hand exploded into twelve distinct, floating blades. They hummed with a sickly green light—Corrupted Spirit Qi. "Heretic Art: Twelve Shadow-Needles." Swish. Swish. Swish. The flying swords launched faster than sound. They didn't fly in a straight line; they curved, weaving through the air like vipers, aiming for the joints in Lin Jin’s armor. Lin Jin didn't flinch. He planted his feet. CLANG-CLANG-CLANG. He swung the Violet-Funeral Blade in a blur of motion. The massive slab of violet steel acted as a shield. He deflected eight of the needles. The remaining four struck his body. Ting. They sparked against the Mar
Chapter 69: The Factory of Horrors
The heavy bone doors slammed shut behind them, sealing the 13th Battalion inside. The air inside the Spire was warm and moist. It didn't smell like a building; it smelled like the inside of a stomach. The walls were lined with pulsing red flesh, reinforced by white bone struts. "Boss," Butcher Wang gagged, his voice echoing in his helmet. "The walls are sweating." "Keep moving," Lin Jin commanded. They walked into the main atrium. It was a cavernous vertical shaft that stretched up hundreds of feet. Lining the walls, row upon row, were massive translucent sacs suspended in green fluid. Inside each sac floated a fetus. But these weren't human. They were Bone-Giants in various stages of gestation. Some were just clumps of fused ribs. Others were fully formed, their eyes closed, twitching as tubes pumped black nut
Chapter 70: The Belly of the Beast
The fall lasted ten seconds. It felt like ten years. SPLASH. Lin Jin hit the surface first. He didn't hit water. He hit a viscous, warm slurry that smelled of sulfur and rotten meat. He sank ten feet deep before his boots hit the bottom. [System Warning: Environmental Hazard.] [Type: Corpse-Acid.] [Armor Integrity: 98%... 97%...] Lin Jin engaged his Gravity Anchor and walked along the bottom of the pool, trudging up a slope of slime until he breached the surface. He dragged himself onto a bank of piled refuse. "Sound off!" Lin Jin coughed, wiping the burning sludge from his visor. One by one, the black-armored figures of the 13th Battalion surfaced. They were gasping, their Mark II armor hissing as the acid tried to eat through the outer bone plating.<