Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest - Chapter 1888: The Strongest Spirit of this Holy War

Chapter 1888: The Strongest Spirit of this Holy War

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“Kadath Unbound — The Dreamer’s Black Throne.”

TRUUUM!

And then everything changed in an instant.

“Nngh?!”

“M-Master!”

“No!”

Olivia nearly blacked out under the crushing cosmic pressure bearing down on her body.

But Rider’s dual souls swiftly shielded her from the onslaught just as reality itself was violently overwritten.

In the next breath, Olivia opened her eyes to find herself floating in a chaotic nightmare landscape.

Giant ruined cities drifted amid black miasma clouds, asteroids hung suspended, galaxies woven from countless memories were gnawed by dark specters, purple clouds rained poisoned blades, multi-faced giants with too many limbs strode through the madness, fixing their gazes on her with unnerving interest.

“W-Where…! Where are we?! Is this a Legendary Treasure?! Is this what a heroic spirit can do?!”

“No…”

Rider scanned the surroundings. The Anzu Bird lifted them both and soared through the air, though clearly disoriented in a realm without gravity or true direction.

But above.

Yes, above them.

He was there, watching in silence.

“Do you like it? This is the Gate to the Dream Realm. In this place, your soul is slowly eroded by the Outer Ones,” he said in a tenebrous voice. “Unless… well, you’re a monster like my master.”

“Hahaha! Don’t flatter me,” his master laughed, patting his shoulder as she stared down. “Now let’s see how you handle this, human… Foreigner, do it.”

“Yes.”

Foreigner began writing in his black book. An overwhelming wave of dread crashed over Olivia.

The world warped further.

In that instant, countless horrifying nightmare monsters erupted, roaring toward her.

Nightmares born from human minds emerged as well—demons in their own right.

Above all loomed aberrant, tentacled abominations, the native horrors of this twisted realm, shrieking as they tore through space, time, and reality itself.

“Master, we will stand our ground! Ninsun is preparing something!”

“F-Fine!”

Olivia swallowed hard. Wrapped in her heroic spirit’s aura, she endured the mind-shattering madness induced by the Foreigner-class Spirit’s summoned creatures. She unleashed her full formation array at nine rings.

“Array Execution: Rapid Fire – All Directions!”

At the same moment, Rider summoned three additional bows from his aura. They hovered at his shoulders and unleashed dozens of arrows at blinding speed.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Anzu Bird roared, ripping apart any monster that blocked its path as it desperately tried to flee Foreigner.

“No matter what you have planned, it’s futile, you know? You’ve already lost. Nobody can beat Foreigner. He is the strongest! Hahahahaha! I summoned something that shouldn’t exist! Hahahahahahaha!”

The fairy madwoman cackled wickedly while Foreigner moved his ink pen, scrawling paragraph after paragraph of pure, incomprehensible insanity.

Even as Olivia and Rider bombarded and obliterated the horrors, more poured in from every direction. Sharp tentacles pierced the Anzu Bird’s body.

“GYAAAACK!”

“No!”

“Damn it, dodge!”

Rider seized Olivia and leaped away. Golden wings sprouted from the Anzu Bird as his mount was devoured by the swarm, torn to pieces until nothing remained.

The wings were a separate gift, a distinct power, yet not entirely the same.

“Please forgive me, old friend!”

The ancient King sighed as he flew onward, carrying his master. His bows fired blinding arrows of sunlight in every direction he could manage.

“Hmm, no, this isn’t enough,” Foreigner sighed. “More. More!”

As he roared, his black notebook vanished, dissolving into a black void that surrounded him. His pen now wrote directly into the void itself, and…

TRUUUM!

The horrors fused. A colossal, aberrant slime-like monstrosity rose—miasma and black tentacles, gaping jaws, and… eyes. Blue-gold eyes.

“Slaves of the Stars – Shoggoth Swarm.”

“GRYYAWEERAEERWWERRAWERTAARRRSDRR!”

A monstrous, mind-rending, incomprehensible scream tore from the swarm of star-born abominations. They engulfed Rider and Olivia, encasing them in a suffocating black sphere.

Then Foreigner snapped his fingers. His shadow came alive, morphing into a tentacled mass that mirrored his form—humanoid yet composed entirely of writhing black tendrils, topped with a white mask.

“Void Mantle – Endless Labyrinth of Madness.”

As the Shoggoths closed in, Rider tore through them with his spear and flew onward, only for space and time around him to twist violently.

“W-Wha…?!”

In seconds his entire existence—his time—was reversed. The black void swallowed his body. Countless Shoggoths swarmed over him, beginning to rip apart his spiritual form.

“GUUAAAAAHHH!”

Olivia had no idea what had just occurred, but the Foreigner-class heroic spirit had somehow manipulated not only space but time itself.

Worse still, the terror only deepened as the black void crept closer.

Space warped endlessly. Rider fled while Olivia shot down Shoggoths. Labyrinths and infinite liminal voids materialized before them.

Beasts and grotesque entities surged from every corner as Rider and Olivia ran.

And ran.

And ran.

And ran.

And ran.

And their laughter.

“Heheh…”

“Huhuh…”

“Hahahahaha!”

Both Foreigner and his master laughed like utterly deranged psychopaths.

“Come now, let’s stop playing… let’s kill them already,” the master said.

“Hmm, very well,” Foreigner agreed with a nod.

He pressed his palms together.

The ever-shifting black dimension before him began to collapse inward.

“Aaaahhhh!”

Olivia screamed in pure horror. She poured every ounce of her formation and magical power into a protective sphere, desperately attempting to teleport through space and escape.

It wasn’t working!

She tried again and failed.

Worse, Rider was growing weaker, yet he summoned every last shred of strength to resist the madness. His two powerful arms strained against the massive void-and-tentacle palms trying to crush them both.

“How annoying.”

Foreigner sighed, shaking his head.

“I suppose they have divinity; they can resist a little, hm?”

“Divinity or not, they shall become an offering for Nyarlathotep.”

RUMBLE!

The dimension shuddered violently. Rider and Olivia screamed in unison, throwing everything they had into holding back the crushing force.

But…

It was easier said than done.

“Am I really going to die here?!” Olivia clenched her teeth. “I-I should’ve never joined the Holy War…! I…!”

“Don’t say that!” Rider roared. “Didn’t you join to save a friend, master?! This is why we answered your call—because of such a noble dream, such a noble wish! You desire nothing for yourself, only to bring back someone you and your disciples dearly miss!”

“But…!”

“Don’t falter… she’s… already done…”

Rider gave a faint smile as he faded away. Olivia screamed as she watched him “die.”

“RIDER!”

Her hands reached desperately toward him, only for Foreigner’s black palms to crush her and everything else.

BOOOMMM!!!

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