Chapter 775: 775: Chaos Iron Guard
Murderous intent deepened in Orson’s eyes as Aeloria let out a thunderous roar and charged forward.
Dark red chaos mist coiled around him. He stood on the back of Yinglong, his chaos war staff humming softly in his hand.
"Life is only a few short decades. Maybe I can’t complete Godslayer’s great crusade, but I can pass this hope onward," Orson whispered.
Violent elemental power surged from every direction toward him. Everyone present was shaken. It was a godlike pressure that could end worlds.
The sky and the ground were covered by enormous dark-red hexagrams.
"Mortal God! Mortal God!"
"Godslayer—every last one of you, slaughter all who invade!"
Madman and Bradley’s eyes turned blood-red, veins bulging on their foreheads as they howled until their voices cracked.
In an instant, countless teleport beams fell, summoning six full Godslayer legions. Only sixty to seventy thousand fighters, but they burned with radiance no weaker than an Archmage’s divine light.
That killing intent rose like a sword to the heavens, hanging over gods and mortals alike from every Infinite Dimensions world.
"For Pantheon Sanctum! For the United Worlds of Infinite Dimensions! Attack!"
Aurex swung his divine blade, unleashing beams of piercing cold light.
The Death Ark and a vast fleet of warships and war beasts slammed into the Celestial Fortress like a tsunami of steel.
"For Godslayer! For our home!"
Heartbroken Loli shouted with fervor, plunging her ultimate mech straight down into the enemy formation to maximize destruction.
Explosions from mana bombs and titan artifacts blasted hundreds of otherworld elites into pieces in moments.
But she was quickly swarmed by endless enemies. Her mech’s billion HP dropped by one-third in seconds.
"Aurora Grove!"
Berenice’s eyes shone as she cast an S-rank light support spell. The mech was wrapped in a high-grade damage-reducing shield, its HP beginning to tick upward.
But there were millions of elite enemies from other worlds here. Each one was seasoned and deadly.
They immediately spread out, raining hundreds of dark spells on Heartbroken Loli to root her in place, locking her down completely.
A moment later, dragons roared. Hundreds of dragon breaths crashed down, turning buildings into blazing infernos.
"How can masterless dragons fight in such perfect sync? Even a dragon knight legion couldn’t achieve this."
Otherworld elites who tried to avoid a direct clash with Heartbroken Loli panicked. Their retreat was cut off by the dragons.
Over eight hundred dragons, each at Domain Lord or Holy Master level—any six-man team here could handle one.
But together, their combined might was unstoppable. Where dragonfire swept, only shriveled corpses remained.
"Resurrection spells don’t work!"
"Resurrection items don’t work!"
"You cannot leave this Infinite Dimensions world!"
A priest trying to revive his teammate froze in terror. Only now did he realize: Pantheon Sanctum’s colossal barrier hadn’t just trapped Godslayer.
It trapped them all.
Two paths remained.
Victory.
Or death on Earth.
Orson watched the battlefield coldly as endless cannon fire and combat skills blackened the sky.
"Faith value -10,000,000. You exchanged for 1 year of lifespan."
"Faith value -10,000,000. You exchanged for 1 year of lifespan."
The system chime echoed nonstop.
The deep furrows of age across his face began to smooth under a power beyond comprehension.
"HP decay 50%, reduced to 30%."
"Attack decay 50%, reduced to 30%."
"Mana decay..."
"You exchanged lifespan. You have become one of the Galactic Gods."
"You have obtained [Gods’ Creation] authority!"
"Your Mid-God blessing quota has been raised to 3000 (was 9999)."
"Your Mid-God weapon modification quota is 10 (was 20)."
"You have obtained Mid-God exclusive Iron Guard slots, permanent limit of 12."
Orson chuckled as the notifications rolled in. "No wonder the god-seed changed little. It all triggers only when lifespan is exchanged."
The debuffs from his dwindling years weakened.
To the gods, ten years was nothing. To Orson, it was enough.
Not enough to restore his peak, but more than enough to crush these alien vermin.
Pantheon Sanctum had ripped the roots of chaos cults from Earth.
Now his last hundred million faith, hoarded since the march to Sunforge World, burned away.
"He’s burning his lifespan. Kill him before he recovers his peak!" Taran barked.
"Too late."
A few black strands mixed into Orson’s white hair. His clouded eyes cleared. His bent body straightened taller.
"Chaos dawns, slaughter awakens."
He smiled at his blood-soaked comrades below and released his war staff.
The staff spun at insane speed. From both ends erupted beams of dark red light, like twin suns shining down on the Godslayer army.
"Chaos blesses you. Awaken, warriors of Godslayer," Orson’s voice boomed.
"You have received the chaos god’s favor."
"Bathed in chaos mist, you grow stronger."
"This is Orson’s god-seed power?!"
The finest warriors of the Godslayer army, vanguard at the front lines, both natives and guildmates, raised their heads toward the crimson sun.
A streak of blood light flashed in their eyes. Uncontrollably, they roared like beasts. "Godslayer!!"
All their stats skyrocketed. Skill cooldowns plummeted.
"Boss is the best!"
One survivor from the Steel Warriors battalion sprinted past Bradley. His blood boiled, his muscles bulged, his whole body overflowing with raw power.
"Die!"
He bellowed, leaping to ambush a Domain Lord from Galehowl World. The enemy raised a warhammer to counter.
Clang!
Weapons clashed, sparks flew, shockwaves blasted.
The Steel Warrior was thrown back ten meters. Bradley frowned and moved to help—
But the man unleashed a flurry of sword techniques, so fast they seemed impossible, and drove the Domain Lord into the dirt, suppressing him completely.
Moments later, crimson-tinged figures blurred past—Madman’s rogue squad finishing the kill before vanishing again.
"When did Domain Lords get this strong?" Bradley muttered, stunned.
"You’re old," the Steel Warrior called back with a bloodthirsty grin before diving back into the fray.
"You brat, you’ve got a long way to go!"
Bradley laughed and shook his head. Watching comrades blessed with chaos, he couldn’t deny his envy.
"What the hell, we don’t get any?"
Madman didn’t wait for Bradley to speak. He was already shouting curses at Orson above. Brother or god, didn’t matter—blessings had to be shared.
Orson glanced down and reclaimed his staff. He pointed toward twelve figures.
"You are the strongest of Godslayer," he said calmly.
"This is..."
Madman froze as his stat panel turned blood red.
A hexagram crown floated behind him, and above his head appeared a blood-soaked title: [Chaos Iron Guard].
[Chaos Twelve Iron Guards]
Effect 1: [Fervor] Rewards the most faithful. Luck +50. Soul-mark mastery above heroic tier gained 10x faster.
Effect 2: [Weep Blood] When activated, attack power +50%, incoming damage -30%, and damage against Lower Gods or below +100%.