Chapter 535: Netherworld Corruption
<strong>535. Netherworld Corruption</strong>
<em>[---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]</em>
I stared at the corrupted piece of the world floating before me. I could hardly even make out its shape. Its figure was flickering the light around it distorted. There was a ssh of colors king off it like a thinyer of mist. But I could not perceive it like I perceived the rest of the world.
It felt like staring into the void of nothingness, except I could still see the remains of what hadnt been corrupted just yet. When I focused on it with my spatial senses, I saw parts of a rock hovering there, riddled with holes of nonexistence. Its presence alone sent a shiver down my spine.
And the Corrupted Netherstoneshed out. A pair of tendrils shot down, striking at Belphegor and the [Basilisk] as I watched on. I backed away and raised my Divine Nebr Scythe warily, but it was like I wasnt even there.
Belphegor leapt into the air as the tendril struck his chest the attack barely even phased him. His movements didnt slow. He moved like a blur. I didnt even realize he was clinging onto the Corrupted Netherstone when he was already on it.
What?
I opened my mouth, but Belphegor mmed a fist into the Corrupted Netherstones core. The entire room shook as I looked on. And he ripped the corruption apart in an instant. Before the [Basilisk] could act before I could even react the battle was over.
Huh.
I watched as the veil of corruption copsed. Belphegornded with a heavy thud. The [Basilisk] just slithered behind the walls of its prison, growling softly. I stared on for a moment, processing what just happened. Finally, I approached the Primordial Demons.
You guys what just happened?
I asked with wide eyes. The [Basilisk] didnt respond. Its gaze remained fixed on the tunnel. Meanwhile, Belphegor nced at me dismissively.
The corruption has broken through into the firstyer. My sentries barely put up a fight. This was too weak. It is not the end of the battle. Be prepared.
I narrowed my eyes, and the [Basilisk] screeched. I looked down the tunnel as [Angelic Premonition] red in my head. And I saw it the glinting scintiting light of the corruption. My eyes widened as three more figures zipped up out towards the room.
<em>[---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]</em>
<em>[---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]</em>
<em>[---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]</em>
I backed up warily, only to hear an ear-piercing shriek. I nced back, watching as the [Basilisk]s eyes shifted and turned gray. A powerful magic prated the barrier. The very same magic that had nearly killed me if not for my Grand Skill.
The three Corrupted Netherstones slowed. I stared on as the aura of corrupted space coating their cores shifted, then faltered. The corruption itself <em>turned to stone! </em>And the Corrupted Netherstones copsed, one after another.
I wanted to sigh in relief. But judging by Belphegors reaction, I knew that wasnt thest of them. He raised a hand to the ceiling, muttering quietly to himself as a spell circle shed in the palm of his hand.
I wasnt sure whether I should help or I should just run away. I was tempted to join the battle. But my [Angelic Premonition] told me it was a bad idea. This corruption was <em>strong. </em>I continued standing off to the side, just an audience to this theater.
We need to fend them off. Then we can reim the secondyer.
Belphegor whispered as the spell circle vanished. He strode forward, raising his fists as I blinked. I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but it wasnt the time or the ce. Not right now.
I heard a loud ring groaning from the tunnel. Even more figures shot up and out of the tunnel. Dozens of Corrupted Netherstones filled the room, even as Belphegor and the [Basilisk] readied themselves.
<em>[---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]</em>
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But that wasnt all. I sensed something elseing a trepidation that even made the Corrupted Netherstones shiver. They zipped around the room, waiting instead of attacking. Even as the [Basilisk] took them down one after another with its sight alone.
Belphegor ignored these small bits of flying rocks. His gaze was fixed into the tunnel. He dug his ws into the ground, before ripping out a spear made from stone. He yelled as he hurled the weapon forward, and it crashed into a glimmering <em>thing </em>hiding within the darkness.
There was a soft chittering. Then a loud screech as <em>something </em>zipped up and out of the tunnel. It crashed into Belphegor, sending him flying back. I just blinked when I saw what it was.
What is that?
<em>[---- Hellspace - Lvl. ---- ]</em>
And it was space. Corrupted space. Like the world around me had been ripped off, then corrupted by the same vile infection that was killing the Nexeus. I just stared at it. There was no physical core I could see with my eyes. While every bit of corruption I had seen thus far had some cluster of mass gathered at the center of the hurricane of corruption, this was just air?
No it wasnt even air. It was like the world itself had been cracked open, and the pieces that had fallen off were distorted by the corruption.
It knocked Belphegor back, sending him flying into the walls of the [Basilisk]s prison. The Corrupted Hellspace just shrieked, sending tendrils of corruption through the crimson walls to assail the wild Primordial Demon. In response, the [Basilisk] bit down at the tendrils.
The Corrupted Hellspace reeled, and Belphegor got to his feet. He grabbed one of the tendrils, yanking the corruption down as the [Basilisk] red its petrifying stare. I saw the outer edges of the corruption turn to stone, breaking off.
In that brief moment, I could peer through the translucent coat protecting the Corrupted Hellspace. I could see its core. And I saw a rift. A distortion. Like a scar in the sky. And the corruption instantly regenerated.
The Corrupted Hellspace pulled both Belphegor and the [Basilisk] towards it. They crashed into the walls of the prison as I watched the battle y out. I wanted to help. I needed to do something. But
I just dropped to my knees. This corruption it was fighting <em>two Primordial Demons </em>on its own. It was so powerful. I had to escape. I needed to get out of here. I stumbled to my feet, readying a [Greater Teleportation]
And something crashed into my back. I stumbled forward, spinning around with my Divine Nebr Scythe. At first, I had thought the Corrupted Hellspace had suddenly attacked me. But I just stared at the Corrupted Netherstone floating before me.
You
I hesitated, and itshed out with its own pair of corrupted tendrils. I thought about running for a moment longer, before finally deciding to make my choice. I activated [Divine Haste] and leapt out of the way of the attack.
I dashed closer to the Corrupted Netherstone as the battle raged on in the background. I could see the [Basilisk]s sweeping gaze bringing down multiple Corrupted Netherstones while still locked in battle with the Corrupted Hellspace.
Meanwhile, Belphegor crashed into the earth, vanishing through the ground. He leapt out from a dozen feet to the right, holding up a giant hammer made from stone. He smashed the Corrupted Hellspaces side as the hammer shattered.
And I reached the Corrupted Netherstone.
<strong><em>[Divine Nebr sh]!</em></strong>
I screamed, striking the outeryer of corruption. I sheared through it with my divine attack. Physical attacks normally failed against the corruption. But I knew that with my divinity, I could actually harm it. Just like when I had used the Sword of Alexander to destroy that Corrupted Ind.
And I tore through the corruption. But the Corrupted Netherstone didnt copse. It took the brunt of the strike as my Divine Nebr Scythe was lodged into its core. I blinked a few times, and it whipped out with its tendrils at me. I leapt back, letting go of my weapon as I narrowly dodged back.
I pointed at the Corrupted Netherstone, yelling.
<strong><em>[Sacred Hellfire]!</em></strong>
And right as it burst into mes, its blurred tendrils caught me mid-air. It smashed me hard against the wall as the room shook. But the wall didnt crumble. I just groaned as I felt my left arm breaking from the attack. I gritted my teeth, ring at the Corrupted Netherstone.
It was very strong! It drew forward even as it burned from the dark gold mes. Even with two of my stronger Skills, the Corrupted Netherstone was barely even hurt. I peeled myself off the wall, leaping over a second whipping tendril. Inded just ahead of the Corrupted Netherstone as it iled at me with its two tendrils. And I braced myself
But something crashed into the back of corruption. I blinked, watching as the Corrupted Netherstone tumbled forward. I looked on as another gray creature hopped onto its back, wing through the corruption with an unwavering ferocity.
Those are [Gargoyles]?
<em>[Gargoyle - Lvl. 159]</em>
<em>[Gargoyle - Lvl. 165]</em>
<em>[Gargoyle - Lvl. 161]</em>
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[Gargoyle] after [Gargoyle] piled onto the back of the Corrupted Netherstone. They struck down with glinting ws. They restrained the corruption with their snares and their curses. I watched as four of the statue-like Primeval Demons brought down the burning Corrupted Netherstone.
And dozens more of the [Gargoyles] ran into the room. I watched as they swarmed in by the dozens, leaping at the flying Corrupted Netherstones. Some of them even joining Belphegor and the [Basilisk] in assailing the Corrupted Hellspace.
But the Corrupted Hellspace simplyshed out, shattering the statue-like Primeval Demons in an instant. Even though they had been incredibly durable when I fought them, they were treated like they were nothing more than ss now. Their broken remains crumbled around the ritual circle covering the moss-like floor off the room, and I looked down for a moment, seeing the debris lying at the base of the [Basilisk]s tail.
Huh. So thats where that came from.
<em>Defeated [---- Netherstone - Lvl. ---- ]!</em>
<em>Experience is awarded for defeating a corrupted piece of the world!</em>
I heard a notification resound in my head a moment after as the four [Gargoyles] ripped through the Corrupted Netherstone that had attacked me. My Divine Nebr Scythe went flying as the corruption dissipated, and I caught my weapon.
I turned to Belphegor who was stumbling back and away from the Corrupted Hellspace. It was distracted for a brief moment by a falling dome from the [Gargoyles]. But it tore through the antimagic space in an instant.
And as that happened, Belphegor dug his hands into the ground. Arge spell circle formed on the walls, and a pair of giant stone-like arms rose out. The Corrupted Hellspace shrieked as the giant hands loomed over it. Each hand dwarfed it in size, and it backed away warily as the hands drew closer.
Its tendrils shot out, keeping the hands back for a brief moment. But the [Basilisk] let out a shrill shriek. It opened its mouth as a screeching sound reverberated throughout the room, causing me to freeze. Just like [Intimidation], but much more powerful.
And the Corrupted Hellspace faltered for just a single moment. However, that was enough. The hand crushed the corruption, shattering the distorted coat as I watched in awe. There was a chittering screech for just a moment, then nothing.
I blinked as the giant hands crumbled. Nothing remained of the Corrupted Hellspace. Belphegor panted, straightening as he shook his head. His [Gargoyles] bounded around him, charging down the tunnel.
There was no moment to rest. Even though the battle was over, the action continued. I slowly approached Belphegor from the side as the [Basilisk] thrashed restlessly in its prison.
The secondyer cannot fall.
He whispered, and I piped up.
Secondyer? What are you talking about, Belphegor?
I wasnt sure how to address him, but I decided it was fine no matter how I called him. He barely even registered the words I said anyway. He just nced at me as his [Gargoyles] continued pouring down.
Elevenyers have fallen. Now a single Protector remains. The first twoyers persist, but if I falter in my duties, they shall be imed by the corruption as well.
imed by the corruption? What does that mean?
I narrowed my eyes. Belphegor sighed.
They no longer exist. They are merely dead space now. We need to reim the secondyer before it joins the others.
I huh.
I stared at Belphegor for a moment. I nced towards the [Basilisk] as it hissed. It slowly coiled into a ball, lying back down at the center of its prison.
The [Basilisk] is the Final Protector of the Netherworld? Doesnt that mean there are more?
There are, indeed.
Belphegor shook his head as he started forward. He walked past the archway, following his trail of [Gargoyles] as they set down for the secondyer.
The secondyer of the Netherworld. I never imagined that the Netherworld was anything more than what I had seen together with Haec. There was so much more for me to explore than I initially thought after seeing Revtion, and now this?
I was kind of wrong about the Netherworld. I shook my head, taking a step forward, driven by both curiosity and the whims of the moment.
Let me help you!
I spoke up as I started after Belphegor. He blinked, ncing back at me. He tilted his head curiously for a moment.
You
He opened his mouth. Then he frowned.
Who are you again? Where did youe from?
I paused mid-step, nearly falling over. But I caught myself, taking in a deep breath.
Im Salvos. And nevermind that. Let me help you reim the secondyer. I want to help.
Belphegor stared at me for a moment. The haze in his eyes from before waspletely gone. His attention no longer directed towards the leaking corruption. He just studied me, looking up and down. Finally, he nodded.
I see. Very well, then. You may follow me Salvos. But be warned at your level, I highly doubt youll be able to survive.
I know that.
I drew forward, ncing back at the [Basilisk] for just a moment. It was a Primordial Demon, and even it struggled against the Corrupted Hellspace. Then I looked past it at the remains of the Corrupted Netherstone I had fought.
I steeled myself and faced Belphegor.
You dont have to look after me. I can handle myself. And maybe escape on my own if I must. But I just want to see whats down there.
He simply continued on, whispering softly. A morose look on his face.
If that is what you wish. However, I can tell you this there is nothing waiting for you down there other than <em>damnation.</em>
And with that, the two of us vanished into the shadows, heading down into the secondyer of the Netherworld. As we did, I wondered truly wondered what my dad back when he was the Devil King did to cause all this.