All Chapters of The Crippled God of War Rises: Chapter 21
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The Dance of the Lightning Whip
The Foundation Level was a cold, industrial hell. Massive pistons pumped rhythmically, and the air hummed with the sound of high-voltage electricity.Viper stood twenty feet away, her leather suit creaking as she uncoiled her weapon. It was a nine-section chain whip made of a violet alloy, crackling with enough electricity to stop a blue whale’s heart."You brought your little wife?" Viper giggled, her eyes scanning Elena’s terrified face. "How romantic. I’ll make sure to peel the skin off her face first. Maybe I’ll make a mask out of it."Elena shrank behind Drake, her hands trembling as she clutched his trench coat. "Drake... that electricity... it’s jumping like it’s alive.""Stay directly behind me," Drake said calmly. "Do not move more than one step away from my shadow.""A shadow won't save you!" Viper shrieked.CRACK!Her arm moved as a blur. The lightning whip lashed out, breaking the sound barrier. It wasn't aimed at Drake—it was aimed at a steam pipe next to Elena’s head.Hi
The Last Supper
Ding.The elevator doors slid open with a soft, musical chime.Drake expected a fortress. He expected turrets, laser grids, or a wall of elite guards.Instead, he was met with the smell of rosemary and seared wagyu beef.The "Sky Garden" was a breathtaking open-air penthouse. The walls were made of invisible glass, offering a panoramic view of the clouds and the burning city below. In the center of the room, surrounded by exotic white flowers, sat a long table covered in white linen.First Elder Lucius sat at the head of the table. He was cutting a piece of steak with surgical precision. He wore a velvet smoking jacket and looked more like a university professor than a tyrant."You’re late," Lucius said without looking up. He popped a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed slowly. "The steak is getting cold."Drake stepped out of the elevator, his boots leaving bloody footprints on the white marble floor. Elena clung to his arm, staring at Lucius with a mixture of fear and hatred."I
The Grey King's Domain
The Sky Garden was no longer a place of luxury. It was a vacuum of death.First Elder Lucius floated three feet off the ground, his black dragon-scale gi flapping in the wind. A grey mist radiated from his body—the "Death Qi." Every white flower in the garden that the mist touched instantly turned brown, withered, and crumbled into dust."You look surprised, Drake," Lucius smiled, his teeth looking unnaturally white against the grey fog. "Did you think you were the only one who touched the abyss? While you were fighting armies, I was studying the nature of entropy. Everything dies. I just speed up the process.""Talk is cheap," Drake growled.He pushed off the marble floor, shattering it. He moved faster than the eye could follow, the Asura Sword trailing a comet-tail of purple fire."Asura Second Style: Void Slash!"The blade aimed for Lucius’s neck. It was a strike that had beheaded tank commanders inside their tanks.CLANG.The sound wasn't metal on metal. It was metal on... nothin
Three-Core Fusion
The air in the Sky Garden didn't just heat up; it began to scream.Lucius recoiled, dropping Elena onto the marble floor as he shielded his face from the sudden radiation of heat. "What is this? This isn't Qi! This is... life essence combustion!"Drake didn't answer with words. He stood at the center of a swirling vortex of three distinct colors: the icy sapphire of the Frost Lotus, the sickly purple of the Yin-Soul Poison, and the deep crimson of his Asura Heart.Under the intense pressure of the "Grey King’s" domain, the three energies that had been fighting for control inside Drake’s body finally merged. The poison was no longer a toxin; it was fuel. The ice was no longer a stabilizer; it was the pressure cooker."You wanted to see the future of humanity, Lucius?" Drake’s voice was a low, vibrating hum that made the glass floor crack. "The future is not a machine. It is a man who has walked through hell and brought back the fire."BOOM!Drake moved.He didn't run; he stepped throug
Beyond the Glass Horizon
Three days had passed since the High Tower was nearly leveled.The Capital was in a state of shock, but the chaos was controlled. The Black Legion had taken over city security, and the High Council had been dissolved, replaced by a temporary military government. To the public, Drake was a savior. To the survivors of the elite, he was a nightmare they hoped would never wake up.Inside the Royal Medical Suite, Drake lay in a bed made of stabilizing jade. His body was wrapped in spirit-conductive bandages."You’re lucky to be alive," Sarah Mo said, her eyes red from lack of sleep. She was adjusting a drip of concentrated Spirit Dew. "Merging three conflicting energies... if your willpower had slipped for even a millisecond, you would have turned into a localized supernova."Drake opened his eyes. They were no longer black or red; they had returned to their deep, piercing blue, but there was a faint, metallic sheen in the center of his pupils."Lucius mentioned a First Elder," Drake said,
The Border of the Gods
Three hundred miles north of the Capital lies the Iron-Leaf Forest, a dense, vertical jungle that serves as the natural border between the mortal world and the Hidden Realms.Here, the satellites stop working. Compass needles spin aimlessly, and the very air feels like liquid lead.Drake stood at the edge of the tree line. He was no longer wearing his military trench coat. He wore a simple, sleeveless black combat tunic that showed the jagged, red-veined scars on his arms—the marks of the Three-Core Fusion. Behind him stood the Ghost Walkers, a twelve-man unit of the Black Legion’s most elite scouts, all of whom had reached the "Master" rank."Marshal," the lead scout, a man named Shadow, whispered. "Our electronic sensors just went dark. The 'Mist of the Lost' is ahead. If we go in, we’re blind.""We aren't blind," Drake said, his eyes flickering with a faint metallic glint. "We’ve just been looking with the wrong eyes."Drake stepped into the mist.Instantly, the temperature dropped
The Dog Leading the Way
"Let him go, you filthy mortal!"The two other disciples—a girl with a silver flute and a boy with a heavy claymore—gasped in unison. They had never seen an "Outer Worlder" move that fast. To them, people from the cities were like cattle: slow, weak, and meant for slaughter."Lu Chen is the grandson of an Outer Elder!" the girl, Mei, shouted, her flute glowing with a pale blue light. "If you harm him, the Sky-Cloud Sect will erase your entire bloodline!"Drake didn't even look at her. He tightened his grip on Lu Chen’s throat. The "Immortal" youth was gasping for air, his face turning a bruised purple that matched the sky."Your bloodline talk doesn't interest me," Drake said. "What interests me is the Seven-Star Illusion Array protecting the mountain path. My men can't pass it. You’re going to walk us through it.""Never!" Lu Chen wheezed, trying to conjure a flame in his palm.Drake leaned in, his black-and-red eyes boring into Lu Chen’s soul. "I’ve spent three years being a 'trash'
The Thousand Sword Execution
The heavy jade gates didn’t just open; they dissolved into a mist of white light.From the shimmering portal stepped a man who looked like he was carved from cold marble. He wore robes of deep obsidian, and his hair was tied back with a silver wire. Unlike the younger disciples, he emitted no pressure. He was as silent and still as a graveyard.This was Elder Qiu, the Executioner of the Outer Hall. Behind him, three hundred elite disciples formed a semi-circle, their hands resting on the hilts of their flying swords."Three hundred years," Qiu said, his voice like the scraping of a whetstone. "It has been three hundred years since a mortal dared to shout at the Sky-Cloud Gate. The last one was turned into a stone pillar to decorate our gardens. What makes you think your fate will be different, Asura?"Drake stood at the bottom of the steps, the Asura Sword held loosely at his side. "The man who decorated your garden didn't have a debt to collect. I do.""Arrogance is a terminal diseas
The Silver-Haired Sovereign
At the very peak of the Sky-Cloud Mountain, where the air was so thin it turned into liquid Spirit Essence, sat the Pavilion of Infinite Sight.Inside, seven ancient figures sat in a circle. These were the True Elders of the Inner Sect. In the center of the circle, a pool of mercury-like water projected a clear image of the Outer Gate. They watched in silence as the "Executioner" Qiu turned to ash."A mortal who has synthesized Hell Qi," a female Elder whispered, her voice like cracking ice. "This hasn't happened since the Great Purge of the Asura Sect a thousand years ago. We should send the 'Heavenly Punishers' to erase the mountain base.""No," a deep, resonant voice spoke from the shadows at the head of the table. This was the First Elder, Grandmaster Yan. His three-pupiled eyes glowed with a faint, ominous light. "He is the perfect 'Cauldron.' The more he burns his life force to fight, the more refined the 'Three-Core Seed' becomes. When he reaches the Inner Gate, we will harvest
The Forbidden History
The collision was like a falling star hitting a mountain.Drake and Xiao Chen, tangled in silver wires and wreathed in competing auras of dark-red heat and freezing silver light, smashed through the roof of the Hall of Ancestors. This was the most sacred site in the Outer and Inner Sects—a place where no "mortal" had set foot in a millennium.BOOM!Dust and splinters of ancient cedar wood filled the air. Drake rolled to his feet, his chest heaving. Xiao Chen, usually so composed, was disheveled, his white hair messy and a trickle of blood running down his chin."Sacrilege..." Xiao Chen whispered, looking at the smashed roof and the cracked floor. "You... you dared to defile the Hall of the Fathers? You will be flayed for ten thousand years!"Drake didn't listen. His attention was caught by something else.The Hall was lined with hundreds of statues of past Sect Leaders, all tall, noble, and glowing with jade-light. But at the very back of the hall, behind a heavy iron curtain that had