SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 578

Chapter 578: A calamity

The huge fissure was right in the thick of the endless caverns. Everyone could now see clearly the condition down there, and the sight that greeted them was nothing short of apocalyptic.

The entire underground network had turned into a sea of liquefied poison, glowing rivers of green with black and purple swirls. Chunks of collapsed tunnels floated atop the viscous surface, half-dissolved bodies of countless beasts bobbing in the toxic tide.

The air was thick with smoke and miasma, but even through that haze, the truth was impossible to miss. Everything was dead. Even after everything was dead and half-dissolved, there were corpses everywhere. Countless beasts had died, and the river of poison seeped out.

The famed hive of the Beast Lords, their strongest defense, their sacred ground, was utterly and completely annihilated.

"T-That’s... impossible!" Rhazir stumbled back, his face pale, words dying in his throat. His scorpion made sure to get out of the zone of poison, as it clearly couldn’t handle even the vapors coming out of the poisonous leakage.

Zothar’s serpent hissed in distress, its scales flaring and then flattening in submission. The Beast Lord himself stared down into the glowing chasm, his calm expression finally fracturing. "Impossible..." he whispered, his voice low, shaking.

Both Narsi and Meloman grinned. They too quickly moved back, retreating at top speed. "You said something about your home base being untouchable?" The two laughed.

"Let me tell you something, our Dune of Graves also no longer exists. You can check it for yourself. There is just plain old desert now where untouchable miasma existed for countless decades. When our Dune of Graves couldn’t last for a single breath against our Master, how did you think your glorified insect hive would hold up against him?"

Zothar’s knuckles whitened around his sword, his composure unraveling by the second. The massive snake beneath him writhed and hissed, sensing its master’s agitation as the stench of annihilation rolled over the dunes.

The poison seeping from the fissure wasn’t spreading, it was devouring everything it touched. Even the sand hissed, melting into glassy sludge that reflected the sky in sickly hues of green. He tried to speak but only managed a hoarse growl.

"You do not understand. The entire lower hive has seven core beasts, each capable of leveling a fortress. The Broodmother alone..."

Before he could say anything further, another voice interrupted him. A white robed figure appeared, teleporting out of thin air. "Zothar, watch what you are saying? Why are you talking to the outsiders about the matters of the-"

And just like that, he too stopped speaking as he watched the huge fissure in the middle of their home base and a deadly, poisonous miasma seeping out of the ground.

The next second, all five of them had to use their own means to get away from the scene further, as the poison was becoming too much to handle.

The air warped from the sheer density of toxins, the dunes buckling and hissing under the corrosive touch of the spreading vapors.

The newly arrived man, clearly one of the Beast Lords’ inner circle, covered his mouth, his robe already corroding at the edges as green-black fumes licked at the fabric. "W-What... what have you done?" he rasped, his voice trembling between disbelief and fury.

Zothar didn’t answer. His eyes were still fixed on the fissure, on the glowing inferno that had once been their empire beneath the sands. His veins bulged as he tried to suppress the tremor in his hands.

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