Chapter 94: The Void God Palace (2)

The digital countdown timer materialized above the stone helm of the Silent Aegis,

"You," Leon ordered the Level 245 god of war, pointing the Blade of the Dragon God directly at the advancing Elite Void-Knights. "Handle all six guards!"

The Silent Aegis did not roar, nor did it acknowledge the command with a nod. It simply exploded into motion.

The six Elite Void-Knights, each standing fifteen feet tall and heavily armored in jagged void-plate, moved with the terrifying precision of a hive-mind. They were Level 90 entities, their massive halberds crackling with necrotic green lightning that possessed the power to rot a man’s soul upon contact.

As the Silent Aegis crossed the obsidian floor, the six guards executed a flawless phalanx formation, thrusting their halberds forward to create an impenetrable wall of lethal magic and heavy iron.

In Eternal Heaven, this formation would have instantly impaled and vaporized any Adept rank player foolish enough to charge it head-on.

But the Silent Aegis was not an Adept. It was a Level 245 Dimensional Guardian, a construct built upon that.

The pale stone knight didn’t try to evade the wall of halberds. It simply charged directly into the center of the formation.

CLANG!

The collision was deafening. Six massive halberds struck the Guardian’s stone breastplate simultaneously. The necrotic green lightning violently discharged, attempting to invade the knight’s core.

The system logic resolved the impact in a fraction of a microsecond. The Level 245 hyper-dense stone did not yield a single millimeter. The necrotic lightning washed over the Guardian harmlessly, entirely unable to penetrate a physical vessel that lacked an organic soul to corrupt.

Before the Void-Knights could retract their weapons, the Silent Aegis retaliated.

The Guardian swung its massive stone greatsword in a devastating, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree horizontal sweep. The sheer force of the strike, backed by the entity’s astronomical base Strength, collided with the thick void-plate of the six Elites.

The sound of shattering armor echoed through the cavernous throne room like a thunderclap.

The six Level 90 Elites were violently swept off their feet, thrown backward through the air like discarded toys, crashing heavily into the pulsing purple crystal pillars that lined the hall.

The Guardian didn’t wait for them to recover. It triggered Storm-Step, instantly materializing above the nearest fallen Void-Knight. The entity drove its heavy stone boot directly into the knight’s chest plate, pinning the Level 90 Elite to the obsidian floor, and began a rapid-fire sequence of downward stabs with its greatsword.

Clack-clack-clack-clack!

The stone greatsword sheared through the void-plate, piercing the dense magical cores housed within the knight’s chest. The Elite thrashed, thrusting its halberd upward in a desperate counter-attack, but the Guardian casually batted the weapon away with its free hand, completely neutralizing the threat.

However, the Void God Palace was not a neutral arena. It was the sanctum of Erebus.

As the first Void-Knight’s armor was shredded, the ambient, bruising black atmosphere of the throne room swirled. A surge of pure, concentrated entropy flowed from the massive dais where the Void God sat. The energy washed over the battered Void-Knights, triggering an aggressive, hyper-accelerated regeneration protocol.

The shattered void-plate rapidly knit itself back together. The severed limbs of the Elites dissolved into mist and re-solidified instantly.

"A regenerative tether," Leon noted, his Origin Eyes tracking the flow of mana from Erebus to the guards. "The Realm Lord acts as a battery for its Knights. As long as Erebus is untouched, the guards have functional immortality."

But functional immortality did not equate to martial superiority.

The Silent Aegis did not experience frustration. The Level 245 algorithm recognized the hyper-regeneration and instantly adjusted its combat parameters. If it could not permanently execute the targets due to the external healing source, it would simply incapacitate them faster than the Erebus could repair them.

For the next four minutes, the right flank of the throne room became a theater of absolute, one-sided slaughter.

The six Level 90 Void-Knights coordinated their assaults flawlessly, utilizing overlapping domains of necrotic decay, localized gravity wells, and sweeping halberd strikes designed to trap the Guardian in a kill-box.

The Silent Aegis dismantled their tactics with terrifying efficiency.

When the knights attempted to trap the Guardian in a gravity well, the pale stone knight utilized the gravitational pull to slingshot its own movements, violently accelerating into a shoulder-check that shattered three of the knights’ ribcages simultaneously.

When they attempted to blanket the area in necrotic decay, the Guardian simply stood in the center of the rot, entirely immune to the biological degradation, and systematically parried every incoming halberd strike with the flat of its greatsword.

The Guardian moved like a phantom, surfing the chaotic magic of the Level 90 Elites. It severed arms, crushed skulls, and shattered magical cores with relentless precision. The Void-Knights were trapped in an agonizing loop of destruction and regeneration, completely pinned down by a single entity.

The timer above the Guardian’s head was bleeding out rapidly.

While the Silent Aegis systematically suppressed the six Elite guards, Leon Wes did not stand idly by. The moment he had issued the command to the Guardian, Leon had triggered Storm-Strider and launched himself directly toward the massive dais of compressed, dying stars.

Erebus, the Void God, did not stand up from its obsidian throne. The Level 99 Realm Lord remained seated, its featureless onyx mask radiating an aura of absolute, ancient malice.

"Void Sovereign’s Domain," a voice that sounded like grinding tectonic plates echoed directly into Leon’s mind.

The entire throne room violently shifted. The polished obsidian floor dissolved into a swirling vortex of deep space. Gravity inverted, warped, and twisted in upon itself. Massive, jagged shards of pure entropy materialized in the air, orbiting Erebus like a lethal, chaotic asteroid field.

Ding!

[Warning: Hostile Domain Detected. Physical laws have been nullified. Continuous spatial degradation applied.]

Leon instantly felt the fabric of reality attempting to tear his physical body apart. The spatial degradation bypassed physical armor, attempting to fundamentally unweave his atomic structure.

"You think you are the only one who can dictate reality?" Leon sneered, his dual-colored eyes flaring with blinding intensity. "Sovereign’s Eclipse!"