Chapter 341: Chaos Ignites

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A colossal warship, over a hundred meters long, flickered into view midair—like a fish swimming through the void. With just a few blinks, it had crossed hundreds of kilometers, transforming from a tiny speck in the distance into a staggering aerospace battleship. 

The deep abyss's orange-red atmosphere was violently torn apart by its blazing speed. Its estimated velocity exceeded a thousand meters per second, and paired with its hull—more majestic and imposing than an aircraft carrier—it created a shocking, almost surreal sight. But considering this was "future technology" from another world, such exaggeration seemed entirely plausible. 

A colossal arm extended like a bridge from an abyssal demon whose full form remained unfathomably vast. Despite the terrifying spatial storm within the shattered dimensional gateway, the creature's body was hardly affected. Molten, semi-liquid dark-red blood, boiling like lava, poured from its densely packed wounds. Tens of thousands of demon commanders, each leading scores of sub-commanders, marched upon this blood-slick, lava-coated arm. 

The war between the Abyss and this unknown world continued unabated, yet both sides tacitly agreed to send their forces to stabilize and secure this passageway—this gateway to a third world. Whichever side seized control of the entrance would consume the world it led to, gaining the resources necessary to break the stalemate and claim final victory. 

A pale blue particle shield shimmered around the warship, enveloping it entirely. The bright blue thrusters at the rear blazed at full intensity in that moment! 

But just as the vessel warped through space to reach the gateway, the demon's massive arm—thicker than the battleship itself—swept down. The light-blue particle shield shattered instantly, as fragile as an eggshell, unable to withstand the unfathomable might of the demon. 

The explosion of the ship lit up the skies, a blinding flare that stung the eyes of those who dared to look. Yet within that burst of searing light, a fluctuating portal was torn open. From that rift burst an intense beam of white light. Far away—hundreds, perhaps thousands of kilometers—another fleet of battleships, their main cannons hyper-charged to the brink, launched a desperate barrage. They knew it could destroy their weapon systems and leave their fleet devastated, but they fired regardless. Though this round of cannon fire was far weaker—only a fraction of the power of the first—it was still enough to make the demon roar in unbearable agony. 

Then, from the collapsing portal emerged a sleek, narrow assault ship no longer than fifty meters. Like a bullet fired from a gun, it accelerated to nearly fifteen kilometers per second and shot toward the passage's mouth, its brilliant blue engine flare the only trace the demon's giant hand managed to grasp. 

As it plunged into the chaos of the space storm raging within the passage, the assault ship's blue particle shield erupted in dazzling bursts of light. Within less than a second, the storm had nearly torn the shield apart. The radiant barrier dimmed, and the ship's steel hull was scarred by countless cuts and fractures. Its rapid velocity visibly dropped. 

Along the path it carved, the demons standing atop the demon god's arm were violently hurled aside. Tens of thousands of the Abyss's vanguard forces were shredded by the spatial storm, their bodies annihilated without a trace. 

As the assault ship sent the vanguard flying, the abyssal demon unleashed a thunderous roar. It swung its arm, still jammed into the passage, with violent force. Though the damaged assault ship tried desperately to dodge, one corner was still clipped. 

A third of the ship's body exploded. Most of the rear thrusters went dark in an instant. 

But the demon didn't escape harm either. The raging space storm was a whirlwind of countless razor-sharp blades. As the giant arm moved through it, it endured what felt like a brutal execution. In just one swing, more than ten meters of the mountainous, stone-like limb were shredded. Within the dark red surface and gray-black stone muscles, a massive glowing vein pulsed with white light. When it ruptured, it gushed out ultra-concentrated magical energy. The residual demons clinging to the demon's arm—those not blown away or crushed—instantly evolved upon contact with this runaway magic. 

Tens of thousands of demon sub-commanders instantly evolved into demon commanders. However, even this small portion of the released magic far exceeded what their bodies could endure. The overwhelming magic swelled their forms to the point of bloating—then, with a violent burst, they exploded into countless shards, which were reabsorbed by the demon god's arm to mend the damage inflicted by the spatial storm. 

At the other end of the passage, one of the Awakened sorcerers diverted a sliver of their power to further agitate the space ripples stirred by the demon's arm. The resulting spatial storm was tens of times fiercer than before, manifesting as a visible, turbulent vortex. The demon, whose arm had just finished regenerating, withdrew it with lightning speed—but even so, a tenth of the limb was completely shredded within the passage. 

Meanwhile, the heavily damaged assault ship had lost the protection of its particle shield. Against the rampaging spatial storm, its steel hull offered no defense whatsoever. 

Dozens of orb-shaped escape pods, each wrapped in a glowing shell, shot out at that moment. The assault ship, having exhausted all its energy, disintegrated into dust too fine for the naked eye to see in mere seconds. 

The dimensional rupture—once a kilometer wide—had been mostly mended by the Awakened sorcerers. At most, ten minutes remained before the wound would fully close under the relentless efforts of the world's will. Once sealed, the passage to the Abyss would shut completely. Even if the entrance remained, without a stable exit point, the passage would become a drifting void corridor—anyone who entered would be hopelessly lost and destroyed in the depths of the emptiness. 

Most of the glowing orbs launched from the assault ship had already been destroyed. Only the ones protected in the very center still retained shield strength. In this spatial corridor, distance lost all meaning. A path that looked mere steps away might take a lifetime to reach, while one appearing distant could be reached in a single stride. 

The sorcerers stationed at the Abyss battlefield weren't fixated on those few remaining orbs—they had their own crisis to handle. 

With the dimensional tunnel to the Abyss reopened, the will of the demon god seemed to ripple through the battlefield. Every demon present erupted into frenzied activity. Nearly two hundred thousand Abyss demons began converging from across the realm. Even those long turned to stone and fallen into slumber were awakened. The resulting demon tide reached its most violent and ferocious scale in a thousand years. 

The two-faced demon sub-commander who had previously fought Harry had already advanced to become a demon commander. His dual faces had now transformed into two rocky heads. Possessing two powerful awakened abilities, he had become the leader of the demon commanders. 

Massive Army Warp! Spatial Lockdown! 

These two terrifying war abilities—each individually a nightmare for the sorcerers—were now possessed by a single demon commander. Centered on him, every demon within a one-kilometer radius could instantly warp to any location. Simultaneously, that same radius became a dead zone for spatial magic: sorcerers could not use any form of teleportation or spatial manipulation. From Apparition to Portkeys and portals, all were rendered useless. 

In the past, when facing a demon commander with such powers, sorcerers had only one viable tactic: attack during his warp cooldown. They would tear through the encirclement and send their elite forces to eliminate him in that narrow window. 

Now, a mighty bear strode across the void, crossing vast space in a single step. Two phoenixes ignited the pale-gray clouds as they soared toward the battlefield. A massive azure dragon appeared in a thunderous roar, and a radiant sword slash—bright and unstoppable—cleaved through everything in its path, emerging from a hidden spatial rift. 

As the Abyss battlefield issued its highest-level emergency call, the most powerful figures of the magical world had arrived to answer. 

(End of Chapter)