Chapter 92: The Decisive Battle of Sparda
Chapter 92: The Decisive Battle of Sparda
Ge Li lay on a pile of dry straw, her empty gaze fixed on the sky.
Sparda was at war.
The scale was immense—not only had 60,000 helots been conscripted, but 40,000 regular troops had also been mobilized.
Ge Li didn’t know where Sparda was planning to attack. Would it be her homeland? Yet deep down, she felt a flicker of relief.
Because, at last, she could breathe a little easier.
Ever since she had been captured and brought to Sparda, her life had plunged into the abyss.
Endless labor filled her days, and she lived in constant fear that her master’s foul mood might bring her a whipping—or even death.
She had seen two helots beaten until they coughed up blood and died.
But now, with Sparda’s able-bodied men gone to war, the sudden shift in circumstances made her realize, with despair, that life had somehow become even worse.
Before, she had been her master’s private property. Though he could punish or even kill her at will, he had at least offered some measure of protection.
Now that he was gone, the elderly, weak, and sick left behind had turned into starving jackals, their bloodshot eyes sizing her up hungrily.
The little demonic figures from the War Academy, no longer restrained by the warriors, had begun to roam freely—stealing food, and even dragging her into the straw piles to vent their excess energy.
The winter sun cast a warm glow, but Ge Li felt none of it.
She tightened her tattered hemp clothes and wondered—should she just jump into the deep well she drew water from every day?
But would that frighten the old woman next door? She had smiled at her once.
As she pondered this, her hollow eyes suddenly flickered.
It was snowing!
Countless snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
Heavens, have you sensed my despair and wept for me?
No—
Wait, that wasn’t snow!
How could it snow on a sunny day?
Those were… papers.
Countless slips of paper, fluttering down like snowflakes.
One landed on Ge Li’s face.
Dazedly, she grabbed it.
The slip was small, no larger than a palm, covered in tiny script written in seven or eight different languages.
The front bore the prayer of the Internet God.
The back held a single line: Chant this, and you shall be saved.
Ge Li stared blankly at the words. After a long moment, trembling, she found the script she recognized and softly recited:
"Great existence from the Azure Star,
You are the Master of Language and Script,
You are the Founder of the Internet,
Under Your protection, I shall connect with all living things."
As the words left her lips, a shimmering virtual screen materialized before her.
A stream of information flooded into her mind.
Human curiosity, innate and unyielding, momentarily eased her despair.
For now, she abandoned thoughts of death and instead studied the internet with wonder.
The internet homepage displayed a dazzling array of functions, leaving her utterly bewildered.
Even with the "instructions" flowing into her mind, she still felt lost and uneasy.
Hesitating for a long while, she followed instinct and tapped.
A neat music list appeared. Most of the songs were unfamiliar, but one—just one—stirred a faint memory of her talented mother humming it long ago.
Without thinking, she pressed play.
The lingering, melancholic melody, like the murmuring of a brook, slowly flowed into her ears.
Ge Li stiffened, her eyes widening abruptly.
The familiar tune, in a daze, transported her back to her childhood—running barefoot through the fields by the stream, where her mother would always be washing endless piles of clothes by the water.
Those were the only happy moments of her life.
The glowing screen reflected in her clear eyes, moisture gathering at the edges before finally spilling over, streaming down her cheeks.
"Deserves to die! Don’t pick it up!"
"Who’s singing?! Kill them all!"
Commotion erupted in the distance.
Scolding, roars, and screams—each sound piercing her ears, weaving together into an irritating cacophony!
A warrior charged toward her, screaming madly.
Ge Li looked at the warrior she would normally tremble before, but this time, she calmly flashed a bright smile, stubbornly continuing to play the music.
A gleaming greatsword, reflecting the blinding sunlight, hung high above her.
Yet she turned her gaze toward the sun.
To hear her mother’s humming before death—she was content.
Thank you, Internet God.
BOOM!
A deafening roar suddenly erupted from outside the city.
The sword-wielding warrior jerked his head toward the sound in horror.
A mountain giant, over a hundred feet tall, descended from the sky, agile as a monkey—except it was far too massive.
"Hum—"
The Church of Sparda reacted instantly, a divine shield flaring to life above the city, intercepting the giant mid-air. But it couldn’t stop the terror brought by that colossal figure!
The mountain giant crouched atop the transparent divine shield, its grotesque, infant-like eyes greedily scanning the warriors below.
Those sharp, battle-hardened souls—it salivated at the sight!
"Woooo—"
A shrill enemy attack alarm tore through the sky.
The warrior could no longer spare a thought for the lowly helots, instinctively rushing toward the assembly square.
Outside the city—
Xi Ze and Hanfrey stood dumbfounded, petrified by the scene before them.
Endless abyss demons surged from portals, howling as they charged toward Sparda.
Even with the divine shield raised, the swarming demons clung to it like ants scaling a wall!
A dozen giants leaped high, slamming against the shield’s dome. Each impact sent ripples cascading across its surface.
"KILL!"
A thunderous battle cry erupted from Sparda!
The moment the sound reached them, countless warriors poured out from the gates and walls.
They passed through the one-way divine shield, crashing into the demons head-on.
At this moment, the most warlike race in the multiverse finally clashed with the abyss demons, renowned for their combat prowess across the cosmos!
Roaring morale condensed in the air, forming undying Battle Spirits that surged toward the abyss giant species—lava giants, mountain giants, even cyclopes!
At the same time, Edga of the Keville Empire faced the most ferocious assault from the God of War's Legion!
A hundred-foot-tall undying Battle Spirit pounded relentlessly against the mana shield.
The Three Great Gods of Magic of Keville struggled to hold their ground!
In the city square, two massive portals devoured the citizens of Edga like bottomless pits.
On the entire battlefield front, only endless earth puppets remained, charging out of the magical shield to assault the God of War's Legion, alleviating the pressure on the shield.
Suddenly, a virtual scroll materialized in the sky.
The scene depicted on the scroll was none other than the undead demonic figures besieging Sparda.
"God of War, why don’t we make a wager? Let’s see who succeeds first—you breaking through my Edga, or me destroying your Sparda?"
A chilling laugh echoed across the battlefield.
"Deal!"
An equally arrogant laugh answered in return.
"Madness! Madness! Utter madness! They’re all lunatics!" muttered Beixi, the God of Magic, his face filled with shock.
"Only this can save Edga!" Qimoer, too, was shaken to his core.
"No. As long as Sparda falls, even if Edga is destroyed, Keville will have at least a century of peace! I believe this is the Internet God’s true purpose."
Dandell’s expression was solemn.
His words stunned Beixi and Qimoer, who then suddenly understood.
If the Internet God could destroy the God of War’s capital on the Azarea Continent, his deterrence against the gods of Azarea would reach an unprecedented peak!
In the future, without absolute certainty, no one would dare lay a hand on Keville.
But could the Internet God truly conquer Sparda?
The three Great Gods of Magic exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with disbelief.
That was the God of War’s capital, after all!
Ge Li lay on a pile of dry straw, her empty gaze fixed on the sky.
Sparda was at war.
The scale was immense—not only had 60,000 helots been conscripted, but 40,000 regular troops had also been mobilized.
Ge Li didn’t know where Sparda was planning to attack. Would it be her homeland? Yet deep down, she felt a flicker of relief.
Because, at last, she could breathe a little easier.
Ever since she had been captured and brought to Sparda, her life had plunged into the abyss.
Endless labor filled her days, and she lived in constant fear that her master’s foul mood might bring her a whipping—or even death.
She had seen two helots beaten until they coughed up blood and died.
But now, with Sparda’s able-bodied men gone to war, the sudden shift in circumstances made her realize, with despair, that life had somehow become even worse.
Before, she had been her master’s private property. Though he could punish or even kill her at will, he had at least offered some measure of protection.
Now that he was gone, the elderly, weak, and sick left behind had turned into starving jackals, their bloodshot eyes sizing her up hungrily.
The little demonic figures from the War Academy, no longer restrained by the warriors, had begun to roam freely—stealing food, and even dragging her into the straw piles to vent their excess energy.
The winter sun cast a warm glow, but Ge Li felt none of it.
She tightened her tattered hemp clothes and wondered—should she just jump into the deep well she drew water from every day?
But would that frighten the old woman next door? She had smiled at her once.
As she pondered this, her hollow eyes suddenly flickered.
It was snowing!
Countless snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
Heavens, have you sensed my despair and wept for me?
No—
Wait, that wasn’t snow!
How could it snow on a sunny day?
Those were… papers.
Countless slips of paper, fluttering down like snowflakes.
One landed on Ge Li’s face.
Dazedly, she grabbed it.
The slip was small, no larger than a palm, covered in tiny script written in seven or eight different languages.
The front bore the prayer of the Internet God.
The back held a single line: Chant this, and you shall be saved.
Ge Li stared blankly at the words. After a long moment, trembling, she found the script she recognized and softly recited:
"Great existence from the Azure Star,
You are the Master of Language and Script,
You are the Founder of the Internet,
Under Your protection, I shall connect with all living things."
As the words left her lips, a shimmering virtual screen materialized before her.
A stream of information flooded into her mind.
Human curiosity, innate and unyielding, momentarily eased her despair.
For now, she abandoned thoughts of death and instead studied the internet with wonder.
The internet homepage displayed a dazzling array of functions, leaving her utterly bewildered.
Even with the "instructions" flowing into her mind, she still felt lost and uneasy.
Hesitating for a long while, she followed instinct and tapped.
A neat music list appeared. Most of the songs were unfamiliar, but one—just one—stirred a faint memory of her talented mother humming it long ago.
Without thinking, she pressed play.
The lingering, melancholic melody, like the murmuring of a brook, slowly flowed into her ears.
Ge Li stiffened, her eyes widening abruptly.
The familiar tune, in a daze, transported her back to her childhood—running barefoot through the fields by the stream, where her mother would always be washing endless piles of clothes by the water.
Those were the only happy moments of her life.
The glowing screen reflected in her clear eyes, moisture gathering at the edges before finally spilling over, streaming down her cheeks.
"Deserves to die! Don’t pick it up!"
"Who’s singing?! Kill them all!"
Commotion erupted in the distance.
Scolding, roars, and screams—each sound piercing her ears, weaving together into an irritating cacophony!
A warrior charged toward her, screaming madly.
Ge Li looked at the warrior she would normally tremble before, but this time, she calmly flashed a bright smile, stubbornly continuing to play the music.
A gleaming greatsword, reflecting the blinding sunlight, hung high above her.
Yet she turned her gaze toward the sun.
To hear her mother’s humming before death—she was content.
Thank you, Internet God.
BOOM!
A deafening roar suddenly erupted from outside the city.
The sword-wielding warrior jerked his head toward the sound in horror.
A mountain giant, over a hundred feet tall, descended from the sky, agile as a monkey—except it was far too massive.
"Hum—"
The Church of Sparda reacted instantly, a divine shield flaring to life above the city, intercepting the giant mid-air. But it couldn’t stop the terror brought by that colossal figure!
The mountain giant crouched atop the transparent divine shield, its grotesque, infant-like eyes greedily scanning the warriors below.
Those sharp, battle-hardened souls—it salivated at the sight!
"Woooo—"
A shrill enemy attack alarm tore through the sky.
The warrior could no longer spare a thought for the lowly helots, instinctively rushing toward the assembly square.
Outside the city—
Xi Ze and Hanfrey stood dumbfounded, petrified by the scene before them.
Endless abyss demons surged from portals, howling as they charged toward Sparda.
Even with the divine shield raised, the swarming demons clung to it like ants scaling a wall!
A dozen giants leaped high, slamming against the shield’s dome. Each impact sent ripples cascading across its surface.
"KILL!"
A thunderous battle cry erupted from Sparda!
The moment the sound reached them, countless warriors poured out from the gates and walls.
They passed through the one-way divine shield, crashing into the demons head-on.
At this moment, the most warlike race in the multiverse finally clashed with the abyss demons, renowned for their combat prowess across the cosmos!
Roaring morale condensed in the air, forming undying Battle Spirits that surged toward the abyss giant species—lava giants, mountain giants, even cyclopes!
At the same time, Edga of the Keville Empire faced the most ferocious assault from the God of War's Legion!
A hundred-foot-tall undying Battle Spirit pounded relentlessly against the mana shield.
The Three Great Gods of Magic of Keville struggled to hold their ground!
In the city square, two massive portals devoured the citizens of Edga like bottomless pits.
On the entire battlefield front, only endless earth puppets remained, charging out of the magical shield to assault the God of War's Legion, alleviating the pressure on the shield.
Suddenly, a virtual scroll materialized in the sky.
The scene depicted on the scroll was none other than the undead demonic figures besieging Sparda.
"God of War, why don’t we make a wager? Let’s see who succeeds first—you breaking through my Edga, or me destroying your Sparda?"
A chilling laugh echoed across the battlefield.
"Deal!"
An equally arrogant laugh answered in return.
"Madness! Madness! Utter madness! They’re all lunatics!" muttered Beixi, the God of Magic, his face filled with shock.
"Only this can save Edga!" Qimoer, too, was shaken to his core.
"No. As long as Sparda falls, even if Edga is destroyed, Keville will have at least a century of peace! I believe this is the Internet God’s true purpose."
Dandell’s expression was solemn.
His words stunned Beixi and Qimoer, who then suddenly understood.
If the Internet God could destroy the God of War’s capital on the Azarea Continent, his deterrence against the gods of Azarea would reach an unprecedented peak!
In the future, without absolute certainty, no one would dare lay a hand on Keville.
But could the Internet God truly conquer Sparda?
The three Great Gods of Magic exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with disbelief.
That was the God of War’s capital, after all!
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