Chapter 120: The Traitors of the Humanity
Chapter 120: Chapter 120: The Traitors of the Humanity
Chapter 120: The Traitors of the Humanity
"Who do you think is aiding these monsters?"
The Void God’s final question echoed endlessly through the breathtaking expanse of the starry domain. The sheer weight of the words hung heavily in the freezing, absolute zero atmosphere.
Lord Commander Helion Goldmane closed his golden eyes. His tactical mind operated at lightning speed, sifting through decades of military intelligence, political roadblocks, and unexplained Vanguard movements. He pieced the puzzle together with terrifying accuracy.
There was only one organization that had the reach, the resources, and the fanatical devotion to hide an alien invasion. And there was only one political body that possessed the authority to systematically blind the Vanguard Knights to the truth.
Helion opened his eyes. They burned with a cold, absolute clarity.
"The Capital Elders," Helion stated, his deep voice slicing through the void.
"Are they really involved in the Church’s matters? And for what reason would the rulers of humanity deliberately sell out their own species to a cosmic threat?"
"Because they do not truly rule themselves anymore," the Void God answered.
The colossal, formless entity raised its hand. The massive holographic projection in the center of the Astral Server shifted, changing from the decaying planet to a close-up visual of a dark, underground chamber.
Helion watched the projection intently.
Inside the holographic chamber stood a King-Level Beast in its humanoid form. It was a tall, disgustingly pale creature with eyes like black holes. A thick, suffocating aura of Miasma radiated from its skin.
Kneeling before the King-Level Beast was a high-ranking priest of the Church of the Eternal Eclipse.
"Watch carefully, Commander," the Void God instructed.
The humanoid alien reached out and placed a pale hand on the priest’s head. Wisps of concentrated, pitch-black Miasma slithered out of the alien’s fingertips. The dark energy seeped directly into the priest’s skull.
The priest did not scream. Instead, his posture relaxed. The Miasma aggressively rewired his neural pathways, overriding his human instincts, erasing his loyalty to his species, and replacing it with absolute, fanatical devotion to the alien empire.
"It is a mental pathogen," Helion realized aloud, his fists clenching at his sides. "They are brainwashing them."
"Correct," the Void God confirmed.
"The King-Level Beasts do not need to fight you directly. They use their Miasma to infect the minds of the desperate and the power-hungry. They turn the Church members into perfectly obedient, highly intelligent sleeper agents."
The hologram shifted again.
Now, the scene displayed the pristine, golden halls of Bastion One. The same brainwashed priest was standing in a lavish private office, pouring a glass of expensive wine for a prominent Capital Elder.
As the Elder drank the wine, the priest whispered softly into his ear.
Invisible, microscopic traces of Miasma flowed from the priest’s breath directly into the Elder’s mind. The Elder’s eyes briefly flashed with a hollow, inky blackness before returning to normal.
Helion felt a profound, sickening disgust rise in his chest.
"The Church members carry the mental corruption into the highest seats of power," the Void God explained coldly.
"They systematically target the Vanguard High Council, the noble families, and the military generals. They slowly brainwash the people in power, turning your entire government into an army of compliant puppets. The Elders believe they are making deals for eternal life and limitless wealth, but in reality, their minds are fully compromised."
"They are leading humanity to the slaughterhouse with a smile on their faces," Helion growled, his voice vibrating with pure, unadulterated fury.
"They are crippling the outer Bastions to weaken the planetary defense."
"Exactly," the Void God replied.
"And they are doing it to gather enough resources for the final phase of the colonization. The Megarift."
The projection of the Capital shattered. It reformed into a terrifying, apocalyptic vision.
Helion saw a massive, swirling spatial portal suspended directly above Bastion One. It was a tear in the fabric of reality so large it eclipsed the sun. The portal hummed with dark, violent energy, waiting to pull the main cosmic armada straight through the atmosphere.
"To build a spatial tear of this magnitude requires an astronomical amount of mana and precise coordination," the Void God stated heavily.
"Which brings us to the worst news of all, Commander."
The hologram zoomed in on the base of the Megarift. Standing at the center of the massive magical array were two distinct King-Level Beasts, channeling their Miasma together in perfect synchronization.
Helion’s eyes narrowed sharply.
"Two of them? You explicitly told me that these Kings mark their own territories and never ally with one another."
"This is the lone exception," the Void God echoed, the stars around them flickering ominously.
"The King of the Northern Wastes and the King of the Eastern Canyons have put aside their territorial instincts. The prize is too large. They are pooling their power to stabilize the Megarift alongside the Church and their traitorous Capital puppets."
Helion stared at the two alien Commanders. The sheer scale of the odds stacked against humanity was staggering.
"When?" Helion asked bluntly. "When does that portal open?"
"Ten months," the Void God declared.
"In exactly ten months, the Megarift will reach critical mass. The cosmic armada will descend, and your world will be reduced to dust in a matter of days."
Silence consumed the Astral Server. A ten-month countdown to the apocalypse.
"I need your help, Commander Helion," the Void God spoke, its voice dropping to a low, serious rumble that vibrated against Helion’s bones.
"I possess cosmic authority, but the ancient laws of the universe forbid me from interfering directly in the mortal workings of your world."
Helion looked up at the towering entity.
"I cannot strike down the alien Kings," the Void God continued.
"I cannot snap my fingers and purge the Capital Elders. If this world is to be saved, it must be saved by human hands. I need you to be the sword that cuts the rot from this planet."
Helion did not hesitate. The burning resolve in his chest flared into an absolute inferno.
"Tell me what to do," Helion commanded.
"I will tear the Capital down to its foundations if I have to. I will personally mount the heads of those two alien Kings on the gates of Bastion Seven."
"We need a foolproof plan," the Void God advised, the starry void slowly beginning to dim.
"A reckless assault on the Capital will only trigger a civil war that the King-Level Beasts will exploit. You must operate from the shadows. We must systematically dismantle the brainwashed Elders, cut off the Church’s resources, and isolate the two Kings before the ten months expire."
"A shadow war," Helion nodded in agreement. "We rip out the roots before chopping down the tree."
"Precisely," the Void God said.
"Prepare your mind, Commander. When you awaken, we will formulate the exact strategy to counter the Eclipse. I leave Zero with the power to command. The countdown has already begun."
The Void God raised its formless hand one final time.
SNAP!
The Astral Server violently shattered into a billion fragments of light.