Chapter 252
Author: Canice Hays
last update2026-08-07 08:27:04

High above the earth, the sky was raining meat. The biological fleet of the Archon of War floated in the dark, cold emptiness of space.

The giant, armored ships looked like massive, flying whales with thick purple veins. They were opening their heavy, fleshy bellies and dropping millions of Drop-Pods directly onto the Earth.

The Drop-Pods were full of the Crimson Rot. They fell through the dark storm clouds and slammed into the glowing gray energy of the Grey Web.

The sound was absolutely di
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