Chapter 544 - 490: Fetters of the United Will, the Final Sword

Chapter 544: Chapter 490: Fetters of the United Will, the Final Sword

Anger was no longer just a driving force.

It was becoming a new element within his Power, one that was difficult to analyze and impossible to fully defend against...

A blade.

In that instant, lines of gold text appeared in Roland’s slightly blurry vision.

Meanwhile, a violent flicker once again crossed Yemiga’s amber, vertical pupils.

’A Barbarian?’

He recognized the Traits of this newly emerged Power.

’This guy...’

’He’s clearly the makings of a Caster, possesses that bizarre Space-Time Resonance, carries ancient Dragon Blood, has exquisite Swordsmanship, and a will of iron...’

’And yet he also knows the Barbarian’s trick of howling and smashing people with his rage as if it were an axe?’

An almost absurd emotion, a mix of confusion and irritation, swept through Yemiga’s mind with such clarity for the first time.

It felt as if a mathematician, having just derived the most elegant formula for a problem, had to watch his opponent suddenly pull out a hammer, smash the slate, and somehow produce an unexpected result.

’His tricks are endless!’

’This man’s methods are simply inexhaustible. This completely violates the fundamental Laws of Power specialization and growth!’

On Yemiga’s flawless face, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. His usually calm voice was now tinged with a nearly undetectable trace of annoyance.

"...So what, Mr. Roland?"

The annoyance had not yet completely faded from Yemiga’s voice, even lending his consistently perfect tone a hint of conviction that was beneath him.

"Even if you have a few more of these brutish tricks, the fundamental gap in our Power will ultimately..."

His words had not yet fully faded.

When suddenly, everything changed!

A violet-black Arrow of Nothingness, as if seeping from the darkest crevices of the world, or perhaps born from the Shadow of Yemiga’s own flowing Power, emerged.

It completely ignored conventional spatial barriers and measurements of distance, simply and bizarrely "appearing" right beside Yemiga, a mere stone’s throw from the silvery-white Space-Time Force Field flowing around him.

But it didn’t impact with a whistle like an ordinary Arrow, nor did it attempt to corrode through an Energy collision.

Instead, the moment it touched the edge of the silvery-white Force Field...

PFFT.

It was a sound so faint it was almost swallowed by the Energy Storm, yet it left one’s very soul feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

The violet-black Energy instantly came "alive."

Like viscous, malicious ink being splashed, it suddenly spread and unfurled.

It rapidly sketched and wove itself in mid-air, transforming into countless slender threads that glinted with a cold, spectral light.

These threads frantically intertwined and connected with one another.

In a flash, they formed a massive, bizarre, violet-black spiderweb dozens of feet across, completely enveloping Yemiga and the silvery-white light around him.

Each thread of the web was non-corporeal, yet "tougher" than any metal wire.

It was a form of "adhesion" and "Entanglement" that targeted Energy structures and the coherence of Laws.

Profane, constantly twisting, deep purple Runes flowed along the threads, emitting a chilling aura that inspired instinctual revulsion and unease.

It was suffused with the malice of a top predator from the depths of Darkness.

It did not assault Yemiga’s Space-Time defenses with brute force.

Its method of operation was more like a real spider dealing with a fly caught in its web.

Adhesion, Entanglement, corrosion.

The violet-black spider silk precisely "latched onto" the most active and critical Energy flow nodes of Yemiga’s silvery-white Space-Time Force Field.

Like maggots clinging to bone, or the most intricate of locks.

They did not try to tear apart the sturdy defense immediately. Instead, with a skin-crawling "viscosity," they began to interfere with, slow down, and contaminate the "smoothness" and "Purity" of the perfectly flowing Space-Time Force Field itself.

Order was met with a targeted erosion by Chaos; the precise Space-Time manipulation was injected with discordant "impurities."

The light of the silvery-white Domain around Yemiga visibly developed extremely subtle, ripple-like disturbances, and the speed of its flow seemed to be slowed by an unseen, viscous force.

In the instant that this web, woven from the deepest Darkness and treacherous Laws, suddenly unfurled, the roles of hunter and prey seemed to blur for a brief, heart-stopping moment.

The moment he sensed his Space-Time Force Field being corroded and slowed by the violet-black web, Yemiga abruptly looked down. His gaze, like two cold probes, instantly pierced through the turbulent Energy and rubble, locking dead onto the Elf Maiden with the bow at the edge of the ruins below.

For the first time, an expression of near "disbelief" appeared so clearly in his amber, vertical pupils.

’How is this possible...’

When Roland and his party had entered the bounds of Silver Radiance City, he had already sensed that, aside from the middle-aged scholar, the others all carried the aura of "Divine Favor" to varying degrees.

However, Divine Favor was just that—Divine Favor. It was merely Power bestowed casually by the Gods, something akin to a trinket.

While it could grant some Extraordinary Traits, in the face of a might that truly touched upon Authority, it was no more than a slightly brighter firefly, utterly incapable of shaking his man-made "bright moon."

’But this violet-black web, this profane power that precisely erodes Energy nodes and stalls the flow of Space-Time...’

’This is by no means simple "Divine Favor."’

Yemiga instantly completed his analysis, tracing the Power back to its source. A conclusion so incredible that even he found it hard to believe sprang to mind.

’This isn’t a passive gift... It’s an active summoning! She’s using her own bloodline and soul as a ’forge’ and a ’bridge’ to forcibly awaken and guide a fragment of a god’s will to descend upon her! At the cost of Burning her life and defiling her own essence, she has traded for a brief, targeted ’projection’ of a god’s might!’