Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 703 - 314. Yaya, we’re coming to pick you up and take you home.

Chapter 703: 314. Yaya, we’re coming to pick you up and take you home.

The river of blood flowed turbulently through the steel behemoth, the suffocating oppression accompanied by the erosion of bloodlines spreading forth across the land.

Whoosh—

Priestess Alia emerged from the river of blood, her body soaked, her wet robes clinging to her form, outlining her sensuous curves, which, coupled with her violent coughing, shook and wavered like tender tofu.

But in her current surroundings, probably, most likely...mostly, no one was in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.

"Cough! What the hell is going on?"

She had just lifted her head and scanned her surroundings when she saw bodies floating down the blood river.

"All Zeta Rank... you’ve got to be kidding."

Priestess Alia shivered involuntarily, a strong sense of empathy caused by the similarity in life frequencies, especially with such a vast number, confusing her senses for a moment.

Dead, all of them were dead.

No matter how fast you ran, at the end of the blood river’s sweep was a land covered with humanoid imprints. Those who tried to flee were ultimately intercepted by the dimensional barrier, merging into the surface of the ground, eternally left there like pieces of art.

Anyone within the strike range, when the crimson descended, was obliterated; the scorching blood river, indiscriminate of gender, arrogantly crushed everything in its path, the heavy impacts causing ripples in space-time, letting the horrific damage spread further.

Priestess Alia grabbed at the air, and immediately, tiny blue spores appeared in her palm, still carrying traces of Leoz’s presence.

—He was everywhere.

Just thinking about it sent a shiver of horror through Priestess Alia.

"Is this an Ascender from the Sovereign line? Why, even compared to Canyue, this... this is on another level altogether."

These damn Zeta Ranks?

It wasn’t that there were no records of a Zeta Rank taking on multiple adversaries, even records of one man holding off thousands existed—but those were based on prolonged guerrilla warfare, exploiting weaknesses, tackling one by one, or possessing war vehicles, executing effective tactical attacks on the battlefield.

As for confronting head on, taking on hundreds.

Never.

There absolutely hadn’t been, and couldn’t be!

From start to finish, that man named Leoz had only made three moves: removing his head and smashing Nariya, raising both hands to release Angels and Demons to punish people, and descending from the sky.

Then, there was no after that.

Priestess Alia, standing alone in the blood river up to her shins, watched body after body pass by, their torsos severely damaged, which shouldn’t even occur in a direct asteroid collision.

"—Can’t fight it."

Priestess Alia suddenly realized this:

"Can’t beat it, just can’t beat it!"

This was impossible to fight, a total annihilation; the opponent wasn’t even human, such might could only occur during a cosmic disaster.

If Sequential Arcane Energy is likened to a force of nature like volcanic eruptions or tsunamis, then what Leoz brought was simply Judgment Day!

"Priestess Alia..."

As she stood there, lost in reverie, at Alia’s feet slowly crawled over something...quite humanoid.

She voiced a woman’s sound, but with her vocal cords torn, it whistled like a broken bellows, making one’s skin crawl. Her skin was completely eroded and decayed by the blood river—the nobler the bloodline, it seemed, the easier it was to be eroded. Her flesh festering, her once regal and gorgeous attire had turned into shreds.

She grabbed Alia’s ankle, slowly lifting her head, revealing a horrific face; half skull, half rotting flesh, she opened her mouth, pleading:

"Save me..."

"—Nariya Velazquez."

It took Priestess Alia a good while to recognize the person’s identity, goosebumps rising on her back.

Even the employer had fallen into such a horrific state, which was somewhat too absurd.

"Where’s your Redd Gold amulet? Can’t you chant a miracle?"

"The blood...these blood, they’re like living creatures, they’re eating me, starting from my ankles, my fingers, crawling up along my veins, they’re venomous, save me..."

Nariya, normally so haughty and beautiful, now seemed like a dog fallen into water, open for anyone to kick.

Priestess Alia felt dread; she instinctively backed away as the other’s plight seemed like it was infected by plague. The flesh gradually rotting away, the blood acting like a bony pestilence, not only impossible to shake off but climbing up her flesh and bones like a living thing.

Priestess Alia’s eyelids twitched:

"Damn—it’s like a curse. What on earth did you provoke?"

Seeing Alia retreating, Nariya became frantic, she hurriedly clutched at Alia’s foot, saying in panic:

"Alia, I paid you! Save me! Use your healing skills, save me quickly—I’m dying."

She tried to support herself, striving to showcase her vitality, but her flesh didn’t lie; every tremor caused her skin to flake off like a loosened meat bun shedding its crumbled filling.

Ordinarily, as a Dragonborn of noble lineage, she was high above others, disdainful of all.

But now, her Dragon Blood had become the breeding ground for her annihilation, the blood river meeting Dragon Blood like fire encountering fuel, exploding on contact, determined to devour her till nothing was left.

How ironic.

Nariya’s plea, in her own view, was deeply piteous.

For someone like Priestess Alia, a fallen person of her status would not normally interact with her unless absolutely necessary, yet now she had to cower at her feet, begging her for healing.

Alia continued to retreat, taking a long time to recover from the gruesome sights.

"I’ll heal you right away."

For Nariya, she naturally didn’t dare slack, raising her hands to start her healing skills, her Life Force quickly became activated, transforming into black particles that shook and fell onto the other’s body.

"Hiss—"

Nariya screamed, her flesh, bones, and lost cells all regenerating rapidly, only to be immediately corroded by the blood. Fortunately, Priestess Alia was skilled enough, and her life force so vigorous, that Nariya’s regeneration outpaced the corrosive damage.

Seconds later, Priestess Alia hoisted Nariya onto her shoulder, carrying her like a sack. With her bloodline rank, a prolonged soak would likely reduce her to a mushy paste of rotting flesh.

She carefully took Alia away from the River of Blood, finding refuge in the ruins of a convenience store.

Nariya sat despondently, still unable to emerge from the shadow of the catastrophic descent. She stared blankly at the shattered walls and suddenly spoke:

"...Is there anyone else alive?"

"Probably not many left."

Priestess Alia shook her head, speaking bitterly:

"That clearly wasn’t the power level of a Zeta Rank; both the destructive force and composure seemed like those of an Eta Rank."

Nariya fell silent.

She pondered the situation and asked the priestess:

"Would the ’Ice Demon’ Dugen Gorath standing at Quasi Iota have a chance against him?"

Crack!

Brilliant ice blossoms blossomed resplendently in the River of Blood, as ’Ice Demon’ Dugen Gorath, standing on ice lotuses, raced across the land with frantic speed. His posture was rushed, the look in his eyes frantic, his pale hands tightly clutching his magic wand, his body covered with wounds.

"Honestly, I don’t know,"

Priestess Alia shook her head:

"But I have more faith in Dugen, given that the basic destructive power of Quasi Iota is, after all, identical to that of a true Eta Rank."

Whoosh!

The pale light of a waning moon flashed by, and Li Aozi emerged leisurely from a two-dimensional space, floating on gravity beneath his feet, treading air and approaching Dugen head-on.

"Don’t come any closer!"

Dugen shouted, flipping open his magic guidebook, and in an instant, thousands of ice magic crystals shot forth, swords and daggers of snow pouring down like a torrential rain, encasing Li Aozi under a barrier of icy tips.

...............

"So you think Dugen’s strength is about the same as Leoz’s?"

Nariya frowned.

"The Pathway does not deceive."

Priestess Alia nodded:

"After all, with Dugen’s abilities, damaging Leoz should be no issue."

...............

Clang!

[Death Link·Sovereign]

Li Aozi gently traced his fingertip, manipulating the continuous damage to spread across the surrounding space. At his feet, a thick layer of ice instantly formed, but for him, it was merely a gentle blizzard.

Single-digit damage numbers popped out incessantly, high in frequency but trivial when dispersed.

He casually tossed out a neural tentacle, pulling a half-dead Zeta Rank from the River of Blood, the tentacle piercing the arteries and madly absorbing life until the vessels dried up and life ceased.

[Severing Life·Sovereign]

Plop.

He released the neural tentacle, letting the dried-up corpse fall into the River of Blood, the few frostbites on his body already completely healed.

[Health Points Fully Restored]

"Same as always... no matter how many times we fight, he recovers immediately. I can’t kill him, and I can’t escape."

Dugen Gorath had grown numb to this scene. He held his magic wand, murmuring:

"...What the hell are you!"

...............

"Speaking of which, Miss Nariya, who exactly is this Leoz from the company? Why do you care about him so much?"

Priestess Alia lit a cigarette, asking perplexedly:

"His strength, as well as the range of his Arcane Energy releases, seems hardly something an ordinary Psychic could achieve, let alone believe. The scarlet descent breaking through the Grave Star Cluster’s defenses and causing such terrible destruction..."

"Nariya, are you hiding something from me?"

"Who exactly is this Leoz?"

Nariya looked up blankly, her mouth agape.

Just as she was about to speak, her communicator suddenly rang:

"Miss Nariya, this is Nephis, I will soon arrive at the Grave Star Cluster."

The emotionless voice of Gabros, now melodious and soothing like a love song, instantly brought tears to Nariya’s eyes, her gaze becoming tearful as she shouted back at the communicator:

"Come and save me! I’m done playing; I want to go home!"

"Yes, Miss Nariya."

The projection of Nephis nodded slightly:

"I’m here to take you home."