All Chapters of Unrivaled Dragon King: God of War’s Revenge: Chapter 171
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The Techno-Abyss
The Corrupted ArmadaAs long as the hand that holds it, a weapon is not really as dangerous as it can be, unless the weapon develops a hunger of its own.The Aethelgard Consortium was known for its logic, cold calculating and technological superiority. The Abyss is beyond the capacity of logic. The alien dreadnoughts had pumped the original, most vicious virus known to man into their dark-matter powerplants.It was a quick and macabre change. The streamlined, geometrically perfect hulls of the Aethelgard ships ripped apart with jagged black-silver metallic tendrils, splattering into a deadly spray of particles. A terrible, old hatred took over the fleet's tactical AI.The newly hatched Techno-Abyssal hive-mind were not capable of discerning friend from foe. It was the only thing it knew—the hunger.The corrupted dreadnoughts began firing. But it wasn't them shooting hyper-accelerated tungsten slugs any more. The kinetic turrets fired streams of absolute nothingness weaponized at the s
The Belly of the Beast
The Pitch Black WarThe Earth was no longer a planet; it had become a prisoner.Trapped in the suffocating, acidic, gravity-crushing interior of the Progenitor, the world was engulfed in terrifying darkness. There were no stars to guide them and no sun to provide warmth. The atmosphere was slowly dissolving, with the terrestrial Aether continuously drained into the void of the Leviathan’s endless stomach.But the darkness was not empty. High above Earth's atmosphere, the effects of General Talon’s sacrificial electromagnetic pulse started to fade. The Techno-Abyssal fleet—a disturbing blend of Aethelgard dark-matter technology and primordial decay—began to reboot. The jagged, black-silver tentacles writhing across their hulls glowed with a sickly, hungry light. The hive mind refocused its sensors on the wounded planet below."Incoming!" a Vanguard commander shouted into the encrypted comms, his voice struggling against the oppressive atmospheric pressure.The Pitch Black War began.
The Erasure Entity
The White Blood CellA predator roars just to make you feel it in your bones. An executioner works kind of, in that complete dead silence, like no air exists.The cosmic immune entity dropping from the Progenitor’s pitch-black sky made basically no sound. It was a shifting, geometric thing of blinding pure white light, like it had no edges at all, no features, no malice either. It didn’t come to intimidate, it didn’t even have a “mind” to work with , no soul to decay. It was just a biological directive, the kind Leviathan gives: find the foreign anomaly, and undo it.It descended on the ruined courtyard of the Dragon Capital. It didn’t shoot kinetic anything, and it didn’t mess with gravity either. It just reached out with one featureless hand and brushed against what was left of a shattered Vanguard transport.The transport didn’t blow up. It simply stopped being, like reality blinked. No ash, no molten slag, not a single bang. One second that massive iron ship was there, and the
The Orphan Planet
A planet is not a ship. It doesn’t have thrusters, or navigational shields, or even a helm, like come on. When the Earth got violently sucked out of the bleeding wound in the Progenitor’s stomach, it was basically flung—helplessly into the uncharted, lawless depths of the Cosmic Web.That shift from the pressurized, acidic belly of the Leviathan to the absolute zero vacuum of deep space was immediate, and also really catastrophic. The bruised, battered atmosphere of the Earth got stripped of heat right away. The flash-freezing was honestly terrifying to watch. The boiling, churning oceans that had been melting from primordial acid turned into jagged, miles-deep ice sheets in an instant, like, no warning. The clouds… petrified.In the middle of the Dragon Capital, the class-Omega Phoenix ward—the blazing umbrella that kept the city alive—violently sputtered, then failed.Sarah dropped to the freezing obsidian floor, her mortal body totally devoid of energy. The Queen’s radiant, li
The Dead Forge
The Red CrosshairsThere is no terror quite like standing in the crosshairs of a gun the size of a solar system.Earth had survived the stomach of a god, only to crash into the graveyard, of some ancient civilization.Out in the dark , drifting helplessly through cosmic wreckage, the planet got lit up, by dozens of continent-sized blood-red targeting lasers.The beams swept over the world, freezing oceans and wrecked cities, with that cold mechanical kind of certainty you’d expect from an executioner.High in the exosphere, Alex hung suspended in the freezing vacuum. He was burning his Trinity Core at millions of degrees, acting like an artificial sun, keeping humanity from instantly freezing solid.The pain… it was all of it. His flesh kept incinerating and then somehow remaking itself, like the universe refused to let him stop.But the moment the red light slid over him, Alex’s tactical mind snapped into place, already measuring the threat.The massive, rusted Dyson Sphere looming i
The Zenith's Ghost
The Surviving LoomYou cannot kill a shadow by putting out the light; you only give it room to grow. And you cannot completely erase the High Council without finding every backup drive in the universe.Orion and General Talon stood in that huge, wrecked control core of the Dyson Sphere, both of them with weapons up like it was the last second of something.Hovering right in front of them, stepping easy like it knew the geometry of everything, was a High Arbiter of the Zenith.Except unlike the three ancient entities Alex had taken down before, this Arbiter’s pristine white armor was still, stubbornly, perfectly intact. Under its hood, that shifting infinite vortex of history-events was cold , calculated, and terrifyingly locked in."My brothers sat upon the thrones of causality," the Arbiter’s voice came through, a synthesized harmony that pressed down like the entire cosmos had leaned on your chest. "But a flawless system always needs a fail-safe. I was posted in the deepest quantum
The Core Assimilation
The Void’s GluttonyA mortal soul is sort of a teacup , right. Orion was getting ready to pour… an ocean into it. The High Arbiter’s hands blurrrred as it rapidly re-wound the shattered primary console, the planetary-cracker beam seconds away from snapping back online. Behind Orion, his father’s split-avatar just kept hammering, furious an all, into an unbreakable wall of frozen time. Meanwhile General Talon’s dying screams played on and on , like the universe forgot how to stop. No time for some grand plan. There was only the dark , honestly. Orion stepped straight into the blinding, localized singularity sitting in the Dyson Sphere’s dark-matter core. He didn’t bother summoning a shield. He just raised his bare hands and shoved them into the swirling, system-sized reactor like it owed him money. "I am the Abyss!" Orion roared, and his mortal throat tore as the words ripped out. The pain wasn’t just physical. It was a full on, subatomic unraveling, the kind that makes “bu
The Sphere's Collapse
The Crushing TombTo watch a star die is, like , a cosmic tragedy but to stand inside a dying forge, well that’s a mechanical apocalypse sort of thing, worse than it sounds.Without the system-sized dark-matter core to keep the artificial gravity steady and the structural bones from failing, the continent-sized Dyson Sphere didn’t just break apart. No, it violently imploded, catastrophically, like the universe was clenching its fist.First the millions of miles of rusted geometric plates, the hyper-dense support struts and dead plasma conduits started to buckle inward, dragging everything toward the absolute center.The gravitational pressure hit immediately. Instant and terrifying. In the ruined control room, the metal walls shrieked as they buckled and tore, like a thousand nails being bent at once.Orion, General Talon, and Alex’s split-avatar weren’t the only ones trapped though. All those breached-hull Techno-Abyssal alien ships, millions of them, were being forcefully crushed ri
The Void's Reflection
The Abyssal AvatarMonsters roar to announce their presence because they fear being ignored. True, inevitable doom has no need for volume.The spatial division in the cosmic wreckage did not rip open violently any more. It just retracted, and the one humanoid figure stepped through. It had no armour, no weapons, and no face. All of its shape was a constantly changing, suffocating shape of pure Primordial Rot.It didn't cry out like the Techno-Abyssal horrors. Orion and General Talon rose on the kinetic shockwave, their ears ringing with the sound of the star.A voice spoke perfectly into their heads, past their ears, across the space between them, through the vacuum of space. The voice was an ancient, terrible calm.The being whispered, its serenity the finality of a dying universe, "I am the First Shadow. “You are my canvas, my time, my earthly filth, before the first star was painted.The First Shadow lifted his hand, which was blank. It was the first vacuum in the universe, unaffect
The Queen's Ransom
The Stolen EmberAbsolute power does not need to boast, and absolute emptiness does not need to strike. It merely occupies the space where life used to be.The First Shadow's conceptual weight was so great that it pinned Alex to the crumbling obsidian floor, paralyzing him in disbelief. The God of War was not even worth gazing at by the humanoid form of Primordial Rot. It just lengthened its meaningless, wavering hand towards the semi-consciousness of Queen Sarah."No... NO!" Alex shouted out, his Trinity Core screaming as it slammed into the wall of nothingness.The First Shadow's hand did not cut into Sarah's flesh and let out blood or violence. It just went through her mortal ribcage. Its fingers gripped the very essence of her soul.With a sickening, silent pull, the Abyssal Avatar extracted the prize.It was one, a violent struggling spark of chaotic class-Omega Phoenix fire. It was the earth's most powerful emblem of renewal, the very substance that had prevented the earth from