# Chapter 315: War God-Level Power

Violette and Sherry understood Anastasia's intent and nodded in agreement.

"Since that's the case, we break through!" Violette declared. "I'll take the front, Sherry covers the rear. Your Highness, keep your group in the center and stay alert!"

She acted without hesitation. Terrible white radiance blazed around her as Light power coalesced into a storm, carving a path forward. Anastasia and the others followed in her wake while Sherry held the rear guard.

The group pushed ahead at full speed.

Heavenly Calamity Star.

On the desolate planet wreathed in green flames, a massive altar stood in the middle of a barren wasteland.

The altar was stained crimson with blood. In the void above it, grotesque tentacles and eyes materialized—tentacles writhing, eyes opening and closing in rhythmic pulses. Eerie whispers drifted through the air, as though invisible mouths were murmuring directly into one's ears.

An ordinary person would die simply from looking at this place.

Before the altar stood a gathering of Heavenly Calamity Cult members.

At their head was the Grand Archbishop—that handsome Elf male.

Flanking him were two other Bishops. One had a dense white beard, stood nearly three meters tall, and possessed a massively muscular frame that stretched his green Heavenly Calamity robes taut across his body.

He was an Ancient Barbarian.

The other had thick black Scale Armor covering his skin, dull yellow slit-pupiled eyes, and stood roughly two meters tall—a Serpent Demon.

The three Bishops merely standing there made them feel like the center of the universe. Space itself seemed to collapse and reform around them.

Their aura was terrifying—like gods walking among mortals.

Around them, eerie tentacles drifted past, caressing their bodies.

Behind them stood a row of Heavenly Calamity Apostles. Xue Han occupied the foremost position, with over a dozen other Apostles flanking her.

"Begin," the Grand Archbishop said flatly.

Xue Han bowed and nodded, then directed several hundred Heavenly Calamity cultists onto the massive altar.

Every single one of these cultists possessed Battle Emperor-level strength.

Their faces shone with fanatical devotion as they waited in silence, as though about to receive a divine blessing.

Then the Grand Archbishop and the two other Bishops knelt on one knee, faces full of reverence, and began murmuring prayers.

Dense green light surged upward from the altar. Tentacles thrashed wildly, and the eyes multiplying in the void carried unmistakable malice.

The green light poured into the bodies of the hundreds of cultists. Screams tore through the air.

Some cultists traced with green patterns across their skin before detonating with a wet explosion into chunks of gore.

Others shattered apart, reforming into grotesque masses of flesh covered in writhing tentacles and blinking eyes, twitching mindlessly.

Still others retained their humanoid forms—green flames igniting in their eyes, strange tentacles sprouting from their bodies—as their auras erupted, rocketing straight to Saint Grade.

Fewer than ten emerged with massively enhanced auras yet no mutations at all, their appearances entirely normal.

When the green light faded, the Grand Archbishop swept his gaze across those remaining on the altar.

"Make preparations. Send them in."

"Yes!"

Xue Han nodded. Above the altar, numerous Spatial Rifts hung in the air, dense green flames burning ceaselessly within them.

Anastasia's group was far from the only Gene Warriors caught in this crisis.

After all, this region teemed with both Aberration Feral Beasts and ordinary ones, drawing large numbers of Gene Warriors to hunt, earn Merits, and obtain Gene Armaments and even Transcendent Genes.

When the Spatial Rifts tore open without warning, eerie Aberration flames cascaded down, corrupting ordinary Feral Beasts en masse and empowering existing Aberration Feral Beasts. Nearly every Gene Warrior in the vicinity was plunged into danger.

Not far from the Spatial Rifts, Lu Yuan's body materialized from thin air.

He gazed at the surging Aberration flames and narrowed his eyes.

Just as he'd foreseen—identical to what had happened in the Dark Night Forest.

He was about to close the Spatial Rifts when figures in green robes burst through the Aberration flames—members of the Heavenly Calamity Cult.

These cultists radiated terrifying green fire. Their faces were ashen, their eyes burning with sinister green flames, and slimy, grotesque tentacles writhed from their backs.

Their auras were extraordinarily powerful. Every single one was Saint Grade.

Lu Yuan frowned slightly. Something about these Heavenly Calamity Cult members seemed off.

The three Apostles he'd encountered in the Dark Night Forest had still looked human—merely corrupted by Aberration. But these... they barely resembled the Human Race anymore.

They looked more like Aberration Feral Beasts in humanoid form.

*How did they end up like this?*

While Lu Yuan puzzled over this, two normal-looking Heavenly Calamity Cult members stepped through the rift.

Unlike the others, they retained fully human forms—no tentacles, nothing grotesque.

Moreover, Lu Yuan noticed that the Runes on their sleeve cuffs were crimson, distinct from the white Runes the others wore.

Crimson Runes. He'd only seen those on the robes of the three Apostles from the Dark Night Forest and the one he'd encountered on Great Qi Star.

*These two are Apostles as well?*

The two Apostles emerged and swept their gazes across the surroundings. A savage grin spread across one's face.

"So this is the Upper Layer of the Land of Origin? Quite different from the real universe."

The other Apostle wore an icy expression. "We received Heavenly Calamity's blessing and became Apostles, but we have no real foundation to speak of. This mission is our trial—we need to carry it out properly."

The grinning one bared his teeth. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Relax. This area's got plenty of Aberration Feral Beasts, and with Heavenly Calamity's corrosive power on our side, as long as we play it safe, there shouldn't be any problems."

The cold-faced Apostle nodded.

"Lord Xue Han made it clear—there can be no unexpected incidents like last time. Otherwise, our deaths will be... unpleasant."

At those words, the smiling Apostle gave an involuntary shudder, a flicker of fear crossing his face.

"Then let's get started. Send out the Aberration Servants."

Just as the two were speaking, Lu Yuan appeared before them without warning.

Both froze at the sight of him. Then alarm flashed through their eyes as they stared at Lu Yuan with undisguised shock.

They were Saint-level powerhouses—yet they'd completely failed to detect how this person had arrived.

Cold dread hammered through both newly minted Apostles' chests.

The cold-faced one fixed Lu Yuan with a hard stare. "Who are you?!"

As he spoke, the thirty-odd Saint-level Aberration Servants all turned toward Lu Yuan. Eerie green flames burned in their eyes, ready to attack at the slightest provocation.

Lu Yuan glanced over the thirty-plus Saint-level beings—creatures that might no longer qualify as Human Race—and a flicker of gray-white Runes passed through his eyes.

In the next instant, gray-white scythes flashed behind each Aberration Servant. Their bodies went rigid where they stood, life force snuffed out. Instant death.

Even at Saint Grade, against the current Lu Yuan, there was only one outcome: annihilation.

Only the most extraordinarily powerful Saints would have any chance of surviving the Scythe of Death's instant-kill effect.

Over thirty Aberration Servants dead in a single moment. The two Apostles' minds went blank.

They stared wide-eyed as the Aberration Servants drifted lifelessly to the ground, unable to process what had just happened.

*What... what just happened?!*

*Those were over thirty Aberration Servants! How did they die?!*

*What did this human do? How is this even possible?!*

Questions flooded their minds. As Saints, they were immune to heat and cold—yet ice seemed to crawl through their veins.

After a beat of silence, a gentle smile appeared on Lu Yuan's face.

"I ask, you answer. Can you manage that?"

The two exchanged a glance. Silence stretched between them. Then green flames erupted in both Apostles' eyes, fanatical devotion blazing across their faces.

"Never!" they snarled.

Green fire consumed their bodies as they charged at Lu Yuan in a frenzy.

Yet no matter how desperately they surged forward, they could never close the distance by even a fraction. Their bodies were caught within Spatial Rift—separated from Lu Yuan by an incomprehensible gulf. Unless they could shatter the spatial power itself, even Saints could never reach him.

Unfortunately for them, they lacked the ability to break through this spatial force.

Divine Grade genes, in certain applications, truly were godlike.

Lu Yuan watched the two fanatics and furrowed his brow.

Honestly, while his combat strength was formidable, interrogation wasn't exactly in his skillset. As for torture—these two were clearly zealots. Coercion would be useless against them, and as Saints, they wouldn't crack under simple pressure.

*This is annoying.*

While Lu Yuan stood there frowning in mild frustration, the two Apostles were drowning in terror.

They exchanged a glance, horror written across their faces.

They'd been charging toward this human nonstop, yet the distance between them hadn't shrunk at all. *How is he doing this?!*

*War God!*

The word surfaced in both their minds simultaneously.

Only a powerhouse of that caliber could accomplish something so incomprehensible.

The thought that this young, handsome-looking human before them might be a War God filled them with absolute despair.

Then they saw the same fanatical resolve reflected in each other's eyes. With a low roar, flames erupted across their bodies. Twin explosions tore them apart as they detonated themselves, unleashing devastating force in every direction.

Lu Yuan had been pondering whether there was any way to extract useful intelligence when he sensed the shift. Watching the two Apostles self-destruct—the horrific shockwave contained entirely within a one-meter radius—he raised an eyebrow.

*They actually self-destructed? That decisive?*

He sighed and shook his head. Self-destruct it was. He genuinely had no other options anyway.

Lu Yuan turned his gaze toward the Spatial Rifts.

Golden flames ignited in his eyes. His entire body radiated golden light, and in the perpetual dimness of the Upper Layer of the Land of Origin, it was as though a second sun had been born.

Even the sickly green glow of the Aberration flames was overwhelmed beneath the golden radiance.

At the outer edge of the Skywaste Forest, Violette and Sherry fought their way toward the perimeter with Anastasia and the others. As Battle Emperor-level warriors from a major clan, both women commanded an impressive arsenal of techniques and could dispatch Sovereign Grade Aberration Feral Beasts with relative ease.

Even so, the sheer number of Aberration beasts was overwhelming. Both women were exhausted, their faces pale, their auras weakened.

Under their protection, none of the Nightshade Race warriors had died—but most were wounded. Only Anastasia, whose strength far exceeded her peers, remained uninjured, though even she was visibly drained, her reserves nearly spent.

Violette cut down a Sovereign Grade Aberration Feral Beast, her expression grim. "I've already contacted the clan. Reinforcements are on the way—just hold on a little longer! This Aberration event is far from normal. Something catastrophic must have triggered it."

Anastasia's expression was sharp and fierce. A terrifying aura churned around her as streaks of crimson light lashed out, detonating the blood within one Aberration beast after another, each one bursting into a bloom of scarlet.

Around her, the other Nightshade Race prodigies channeled their Spirit Power in a desperate fight against the tide of creatures.

"This Aberration Source feels similar to what we encountered in the Dark Night Forest," Anastasia said. "Could it be the Heavenly Calamity Cult again?"

Worry flickered across every face.

Then an overwhelming presence descended from above—so vast it felt boundless, like the weight of an ocean pressing down from the sky.

Golden light washed over them. Under its radiance, the Nightshade Race warriors felt their Spirit Power surging back, their strength bolstered across the board. Even Violette and Sherry's considerable injuries began to mend.

But where that same golden light fell upon the Aberration Feral Beasts, black and green miasma hissed from their bodies. One after another, the creatures shrieked and crumbled to ash, as though incinerated by an unimaginably intense heat.

Violette and the others—who moments ago had been fighting for their lives—could only stare in stunned disbelief.

"Wh-what's happening?!" Nina blurted, completely bewildered.

They had already been steeling themselves for the possibility of dying here. Yet in the span of a heartbeat, every single Aberration beast was dead.

*How?*

Just then, one of the Nightshade Race prodigies—a young woman who wielded the power of darkness—let out a faint groan. Her already pale face drained of what little color remained, and she swayed as though about to collapse.

"Luo Lan! What's wrong?" Xia Zhi rushed to steady her, alarm written across her face.

The others snapped out of their shock. Violette moved to Luo Lan's side, assessed her condition, and let out a small breath of relief.

"She's fine. This power is Light Type—it's suppressing Luo Lan's darkness-based abilities. But there's no malice behind it. She'll just feel weakened for a while. There's no danger to her life. She only reacted this strongly because she was already exhausted and wounded."

Relief rippled through the group.

Then, as one, they turned their gazes skyward—toward the source of that golden light.

There, high above them, a golden sun blazed in the sky. That warm, overwhelming power radiated from within it.

Awe shone in Anastasia's eyes. "What kind of strength is this?"

Violette and Sherry exchanged a glance, reverence etched into their expressions.

"That is War God-level power."