Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 909: Guess Who’s Back?!

Support. The best kind of support arrived at the best time.

The kind that didn’t need explanation, negotiation, or desperate begging. The kind that came when the sky was cracking apart, when the world beneath my feet felt like it was one bad breath away from splitting open, and when three moon-sized abominations were falling toward us with enough force to turn Solarous from a battlefield into a memory. I had been holding together too many things with too little mind for far too long, and the moment those familiar auras descended, my first reaction wasn’t relief.

It was disbelief.

The Suns of the beyond came with all their flaring auras and their might to a world that should have been doomed from existence.

Their arrival wasn’t like reinforcements marching into battle. It was closer to watching several natural disasters decide, collectively, that they were on your side.

Space bent under their descent.

The broken Heavenly Dao above Solarous snarled and shuddered as if some old wound had been salted, and all around us, cultivators who had been fighting with blood in their mouths and terror locked behind their teeth found themselves forced to look up.

I could only stare in shock as the Flamboyant Sun howled with all the power of a waking god, enough force behind his roar that it made every cell of every cultivator with us shake.

The sound wasn’t only heard. It entered the bones, rattled the marrow, and dragged something buried deep inside the heart out into the open.

The air tasted of ash, hot metal, and burned Rakshasa blood, yet beneath that stench came something sharper, something alive.

The cultivators around me had been exhausted a moment before, some bleeding through torn robes, some barely keeping themselves upright with cracked weapons and stubbornness alone, but that roar struck them like a command.

It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t worry, no, it was emotion, an emotion not too strange to those who have carved their lives in blood and tears.

It was Fighting Spirit.

The trembling in their hands changed. Their knees, which had been close to buckling under the pressure of the First Born, found strength.

Some of them laughed, not because anything was funny, but because sometimes when death is charging at your face, and a stronger madness arrives at your back, laughter is the only reasonable thing left to do.

The Rakshasa noticed it too. The endless swarm that had been pushing toward me with suicidal purpose hesitated for one breath, and that one breath was all the Suns needed to stain the field.

"I’ll handle the scrubs!" The Red Sun’s words echoed along with his Asura avatar as he manifested it behind him.

The avatar rose behind him like a crimson nightmare, its many arms unfolding through the smoke and broken light.

It had the same brutal divinity I remembered from the war above the Beyond, but this time the Red Sun held it back.

Even in his bloodlust, even in that savage joy he carried into every slaughter, he understood that Solarous wasn’t built to withstand the full measure of his wrath. A comforting thought, in the way knowing a volcano was politely choosing not to erupt under your feet was comforting.

He didn’t make it as large as he used in the battle above the Beyond; it would have burnt Solarous to the ground.

But it was still big enough to be comparable to the middle part of the Queen’s body, and with its multiple weapon arms, the massacre began.

Swords the size of mountains came down upon the hordes of Rakshasa coming toward me, and they burned, they burned hot, bright, and in sheer agony.

The first blade cleaved through a mass of black-capped brutes, and the impact carved a canyon through the corpse-littered earth. The second came down at an angle, sweeping through flying Rakshasa like a scythe through dry grain.

Every creature touched by that crimson edge lit up from the inside, their bodies glowing with violent heat before bursting into sparks and oily black smoke. The stink of them filled the air, so thick and rancid that even through my poison-enhanced senses, I almost gagged.

Around my position, the defensive line widened. Liang Yu and YuYu’s ice and fire pillars no longer had to bear the full burden of the incoming tide.

The Slave moved like a wall given fists, slamming Rakshasa into the ground before they could reach the two women, while the Jade Dragon’s spear flashed through gaps in the formation, cutting down anything that dared slip through the carnage.

My puppets continued their work from every angle they could maintain, bullets streaking through smoke and blood, each round turning flesh brittle before the next wave shattered it.

"Ah, it is indeed confusing, this world." The Wisest Sun said, "I really am thankful to your warning, Shen Bao, for if I had allowed my brain full freedom, the broken Laws of this place would have corrupted it."

His voice was calm enough that it almost annoyed me. The world was ending above us, Rakshasa were pouring in like locusts from a nightmare, three First Born were descending through the heavens, and the old monster sounded like he was discussing a poorly written book.

Yet when I turned my eyes toward him, I understood immediately that his calm was not indifference. The Wisest Sun was holding himself with terrifying restraint.

The broken Laws of Solarous crawled around him like invisible parasites, trying to enter his perception, trying to twist whatever part of him was foolish enough to understand them fully.

He didn’t let them. His eyes remained half-lidded, his expression mildly displeased, and his fingers moved with careful precision, as if touching the world too harshly might make the whole thing collapse.

The Wisest Sun plucked something from thin air, and a hundred thousand rakshasas were all pressed to the ground, white, black, brute, noble, nothing mattered when it came to law.

The effect was immediate and obscene. One moment they were rushing forward, screaming with murderous devotion, and the next they were flattened into the earth as if the entire sky had decided to sit on them.