Global Era of Star trekking Chapter 1896 - 920: Bottomless Abyss – Returning Ruins Abyss
Previously on Global Era of Star trekking...
While Song Chi was occupied with preparations in the Torch Domain for an assault on the Eleventh Rank Mythical Origin Ship, many light-years away, the United Fleet of the All Heavens Star Sea endured the most critical and brutal juncture in its millennia-long war. After an age of relentless advancement, and at the cost of countless civilized fleets reduced to dust, the colossal forces spearheaded by four transcendental civilizations had finally breached the layered defenses of the Abyssal Demons. Their spearhead now aimed squarely at the immense gateway of the Bottomless Abyss, situated within the Shattered Starry Sea.
This gateway was a vast tear across the cosmos, its edges lined with writhing, thick barriers resembling dark red flesh. Within lay an unfathomable darkness, exuding a soul-chilling miasma and an unending torrent of demonic qi that poisoned all in its vicinity.
Confronting this ultimate demon stronghold’s entrance, the Four Dominators acted with swift decisiveness. Following brief strategic exchanges, a cold, unwavering directive echoed across the unified forces: "Full assault, into the Abyss!" There were no roars of impending victory, only a profound solemnity and grim determination settling upon the hearts of countless fleet commanders.
The monolithic United Fleet advanced, much like moths drawn to a fatal flame, or an overflowing deluge, fiercely plunging into the abyssal passage leading toward the unknown and inevitable demise.
Yet, it was not the chaotic, disarrayed depths of the abyss, as might be expected from a breached frontline, that awaited them.
The deepest strata of the Bottomless Abyss were already fortified. Swarms of the primary Abyss Demon Race forces, fearsome War Giant Beasts, and dreaded High-Rank Demon Lords packed every available space, resembling a veritable dark forest of iron. They lay in ambush, having constructed a defense far more formidable and deadly than anything encountered on the Starry Sea Battlefield.
The instant the Alliance Fleet emerged from the passage, they crashed headlong into this unyielding iron wall.
Immediately, a more savage conflagration erupted within the Abyss. The heavens ignited with the brilliance of arcane energies and the thunderous roars of ship cannons in the oppressive darkness. Every passing second witnessed the annihilation of thousands of combat units in the brutal collisions.
The high command of the United Fleet descended into despair, fully aware that the Abyss Demon Race had intentionally permitted their entry. Their objective was to annihilate this expeditionary corps entirely, leveraging the overwhelming advantage of their home territory.
"No respite, there is no time to spare!" The voice of the Eternal Ancestor of the Eternal Clan was sharp and laced with urgency. Through specialized detection methods, they had confirmed that the Bottomless Abyss had been aggressively plundering resources from the Starry Sea during this period. Notably, the astronomical quantity of flesh essence drawn from the Heavenly Ape Star Realm indicated its ascension process had entered a final, accelerated phase.
Furthermore, with the "Western Extreme Domain of the Star Sea" secretly commandeered as a dimensional anchor, the Bottomless Abyss could potentially initiate an ultimate dimensional leap from a lower to a higher plane once its accumulation reached completion. At that point, all would be lost.
"Execute the 'Pierce Through' plan! Our target: the very core of the Abyss—the [Returning Ruins Abyss]!" The ruthless command was issued. To disrupt the ascension process before the Abyss could finalize it, the United Fleet was compelled to adopt its most extreme and bloodiest strategy: forcibly penetrating the layered defenses with utter disregard for casualties.
This meant that a substantial number of lower-tier fleets, the forces dispatched by mid- and small-sized civilizations, and even some of the Alliance Army’s own reserve units were deliberately designated as expendable materials and cannon fodder. They were ordered to launch relentless waves of suicidal assaults against the most fortified positions of the Abyss Demon Army. Their objective was to carve out temporary passages through the Demon Tide, utilizing the wreckage of their warships and the very lives of their warriors.
Meanwhile, the true elite forces—the razor-edged vanguard composed of armies directly under the command of the four transcendental civilizations, the core fleets of various powerful Overlord Civilizations, and all Mythical units—pressed forward relentlessly in their wake. They advanced along the path of flesh and blood, paved by innumerable lives, heading deeper into the abyssal depths.
The brutal reality of warfare was laid bare in its most extreme form at this juncture. Every step taken towards the abyssal core was a tread upon mountains and seas of bones; death reigned as the sole, overarching theme of this moment.
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Within the Bottomless Abyss, on one of its most profound strata, lay the [Molten Hell Abyss].
This was the domain of perpetual fire and brimstone. The sky was eternally churned by dark crimson fire clouds, while the ground consisted of cooled lava flows and incandescent chasms. The air was saturated with a heat capable of instantly vaporizing steel, and acrid, poisonous smoke stung the nostrils. Countless volcanoes erupted like festering sores upon the world, incessantly spewing forth destructive torrents.
As the vanguard forces of the All Heavens Star Sea Alliance Army carved their way through the bloody path, they were confronted with a nightmarish scene. Before them lay a hellish panorama, and already positioned to meet them was the vast, inexhaustible Abyss Demon Army. The very makeup of this Demon Clan host inspired profound dread. To their left stood the limitless Flame Demon Army. These entities, forged entirely from fire and an insatiable lust for destruction, possessed bodies that loomed like colossal mountains. Dark crimson lava patterns flowed across their forms, and they brandished fiery long whips and immense swords, each capable of reducing stars to ash. Their every footfall caused the lava-laden ground to tremble, and with each exhalation, they released torrents of shadow fire that warped the very fabric of space. The leading Flame Demon Lords commanded power akin to mythical beings, encircled by fiery domains that seared the void with a crackling hiss. On the right flank arrayed the embodiment of sheer chaos and savage cruelty—the Beast Demon Army. Their deafening roars echoed, and their eyes blazed with a savage yearning for slaughter and the consumption of souls. These demonic tides surged forward like a black tidal wave, a maelstrom of destructive power that carried within it an inherent, untamed force. Armed with their natural claws and formidable Demon Artifacts, their bloodlust was so potent it felt almost palpable.