Poison God's Heritage

High up in the skies, a few tens of thousands of miles away from the Sea of Demons, several cultivators wearing red were flying forward. All of these cultivators had their faces hidden by a red cowl. The robes on them were slightly bigger than their size, giving the illusion of red ghosts moving forward.

This group of cultivators was numbered in the hundreds, a specialized unit tasked with one thing. Sabotage and guerilla warfare. Hundreds of these units were spread all over the skies of the Beyond, awaiting deployment orders from the higher-ups.

These cultivators were all in the Origin Shattering Realm, led by a Heaven Stage cultivator or a peak stage Origin Shattering Realm cultivator.

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As for the group nearest to the Sea of Demons, they received an immediate order to deploy and assist. Although they weren't too numerous, they can still offer desperately needed help to the Sea of Demons since it was the weakest link of the beyond.

"We're tasked with protecting a damned child, while everyone else is bathing in the glory of death and carnage up above!" one of the Origin Shattering cultivators complained, and since he was up ahead of the group everyone heard him, but no one retorted, they were all annoyed at being dispatched from the main battle to help a newborn calf, barely at the Void Shattering Stage.

But the orders arrived and they couldn't go against it.

Seeing no one disagreeing, he got more courageous and added one more of his complains to the group, "Also why the hell are we babysitting that one? You there, Void Stage, pick up the damn pace!" he shouted.

The one he was addressing was Dao Shen, the Devourer.

The later didn't say much and simply used more of his energy to follow the group. Although it was bullying since they could fly far faster than a Void Stage, Dao Shen never complained and simply followed them.

The Sea of Demons was visible to them, along with the millions of rakshasa swarming down and moving at incredible pace into the vaporized sea that is acting as clouds.

"What a waste of time, with this many raksahsas coming, all we're going to do is simply die. Boss," he said addressing the Heaven Stage leading the group. "If shit gets ugly, I will probably be deserting," he said.

Saying those words in a time of war is akin to ask for one's neck to be chopped off. But for the group rushing to the Sea of Demons, that statement was far from being stupid. It was true, they were only a few hundred, while in front of them was a literal sea of monsters.

"If you want to leave, at least kill a thousand rakshasa, then we can fuck off. This area has only four Origin Shattering cultivators. And one of them already died before the whole fight even began.

He was talking about the generals and the dead emperor.

"Damn child should have just left the Sea of Demons as is. The former emperor was pretty smart when it came to giving out tributes…" the cultivator whined some more.

"Alright, let's focus up, the rakshasa are about to enter the fog. Everyone ready up, I need you to kill at least a thousand rakshasa each!"

Just as he finished his words. Twelve domes lit up in a bright green light. Revealing the twelve cities of the Sea of Demons.

"What sort of idiot would erect such a bright formation in a time of war!" the same cultivator sighed as he facepalmed.

He basically is giving the rakshasa a live target to go to!

But what happened next made him swallow his words almost instantly.

From far away, they could hear the echo of a Void Shattering Stage cultivator, hollering against the wind and darkness of the night in preparation for contact.

And suddenly, tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of projectiles faster than the speed of thought were sent up flying through the skies. Echoing a canopy of musical destruction, flying at a pace far faster than anything they've seen before.

There were just too many of these projectiles and many more followed after them. And they flew right into the endless wave of rakshasa that was coming down.

In fractions of a second, the projectiles arrived to their targets, blowing through them a horizon of death explosion, and destruction.

And that was just the first dome.

The sound of constant explosions that would make one go deaf was resounding none stop from each and every one of the domes exploding the skies.

Body parts of rakshasa began falling down as the silver rakshasa were unable to avoid the massive and countless number of ammo that was being shot their way.

By the hundreds the rakshasa were falling every second, torn apart, broken apart, destroyed and pulverized, turned to ice and asphyxiated beyond what can be humanly described with the most potent of poisons.

The rakshasa that had come to invade were met with an iron sledgehammer to the dome. They didn't understand what was going on as they were being dropped like the flies. They knew they were being attacked by the domes, but the mere thought of approaching the domes felt like suicide.

Lines upon lines upon lines of red flames were coming their way, the bullets in the darkness of the night looked like laser beams thousands of them in fact were being moved and pivoted to take down the enemy.

There was no place safe, and no place to hide in the sky. The rakshasa that tried to dodge ended up bumping into each other, making an even bigger target for more bullets to embed themselves into them and tear through them.

The sea of demons was no longer as dark as it was before but looked bright enough to see clearly just from the number of explosions and projectiles constantly being pumped out.

The group of cultivators that had arrived were mind-boggler as they were looking at the situation unable to understand what was going on. In less than a minute, more than a tenth of the enemy had already been eliminated and they didn't even land on the ground yet.

Not only did the rays of flaming metal shoot up and forward, but they moved shooting everything in their path. The bulk of the shots were focused and followed the thickest part of the enemy swarm and many other heavier and more explosive yet slower projectiles reached for the thinner parts to hit the most numbers.

Several rakshasa fell down to the ground dying from grievous wounds, yet many lived to fight as they fell to the ground.

And as if the heavens were further encouraging the show, dark clouds began gathering above the Sea of Demons. They rain down thunderous punishment upon the rakshasas that invaded a land they shouldn't have.

Thick bolts of black thunder began falling down on the White Rakshasa killing them in massive droves as they spread along their army.

The Rakshasa which were an abomination upon the Heavenly Dao, an imitation of a fake creation, born to destroy and consume never to give anything in return was a blasphemous existence to the balanced heavens.

The thunder lit up the skies of the sea of demons as it began raining down constantly with tree trunk sized thunderbolts that always found a target.

Blow after heavenly blow, and bullets to follow, the rakshasa fell down and died in the tens of thousands.

Yet, even if that was the case, their numbers seemed endless as they began overcrowding the bullets and using the bodies of their dead comrades to take the blows while they were rushing down toward the domes and fell down into the sand near them.

Suddenly, something big was falling from the sky. The cultivators could only see a pillar barely the size of to men falling down. However it fell down at an incredible pace and made contact with the ground where the rakshasa that were slightly far away from the city had landed.

An explosion so powerful echoed afterward, so blisteringly hot that it turned the sand into a molten glass with the ashes of rakshasa trapped forever in it.

More of these pillars fell down as explosion after explosion blared out, eliminating the enemy in an instant.

The bullets hampered their advance, the railguns destroyed their ability to flank, the thunder from the heavens made sure that they would not escape and the tungsten rods were there to eradicate and eliminate all that lived and survived.

A massacre. A complete massacre without a single cultivator moving. After all, everything was fully operated by tens of thousands of puppets.

In merely moments, Shen Bao, the one who was thought to be nothing but a young child barely knowledgeable of the affairs of the Beyond he turned out to be the highest contributor to this battle by a disgusting margin.

The death toll of the rakshasa was already in the millions and he just started.

However, this wasn't all for the Rakshasa, as they had several other types and evolutions, and the killing of White Rakshasa although extremely beneficial to the overall situation, they weren't the most dangerous as it was shown by the great massive rakshasa that just came down and landed right on top of the dome. Cracking the entire thing by the sheer weight and might of its blow.

The massive rakshasa was an evolution of the Brute Rakshasa into nobility, a titan o sorts that was now on top of the dome. It held all of its four arms high up in the skies, made them into fists and was about to smash down with all its might on the protective dome.

The arms came down…