Chapter 1233 - 837: Different Voids_2

Chapter 1233: Chapter 837: Different Voids_2

A stocky human warrior carrying a rune warhammer.

The last one is a swift half-elf thief, equipped with a dagger at the waist.

Without any hesitation, they dashed out the back door of the stronghold, where it connected to a secret forest path behind the city.

Five land birds already clad in lightweight forest armor paced anxiously under the moonlight, their bodies adorned with delicate rune glows.

The squad members quickly mounted their steeds.

"Caw—!" With a whistle from the captain, the land birds let out a high-pitched call, five swift figures burst out of the safe backdoor like shadows skimming the ground in flight.

Along the ancient and secretive elf path between Moonlight City and Cyan Forest, they raced towards the woods deep engulfed in ominous purple light and painful shrieks.

Under the rapid movement, tree shadows elongated, moonlight reflected urgently cold on the land birds’ rune armor.

The night wind roared, making their dark Night Watcher cloaks whip fiercely, like black blades slicing through the hopeless night.

Such scenes are unfolding across the world.

The anomalies reported to headquarters alone tally over a dozen, not counting areas untouched by Night Watchers.

Night Watchers aren’t strong enough to control every inch of this world.

But managing to cover most areas, especially populated ones, is their limit.

...

Where the initial invasion occurred.

The terrifying aura brewing deep in the Gate of Void wasn’t fully formed, yet a deeper shadow cast over the hearts of the "Guardian" squad.

A silhouette suddenly, almost idle in posture, stepped from the swirling vortex of energy on purple-black waves.

It... or rather "he".

Unlike pure void creations, entirely twisted beyond normalcy.

Its height is approximately three meters, barely retaining a humanoid outline.

Four arms, long and strong, with ends fully crystallized, covered in profound purple crystals, like four naturally sculpted deadly weapons.

Hands disappeared, the arms themselves are weapons—a menacing crystal blade extends from one arm, glinting with the cold light capable of slicing through space.

Another arm forms into a sturdy purple crystal giant hammer, etched with indescribable symbols of destruction.

One arm has the sharpness of a long spear, dripping space-eroding purple liquid at the tip.

The final arm is layered with crystal armor, forming a peculiar arm shield.

Its body retains some dark organic remnants, perhaps once armor or skin, showing patterns like decayed flags, highlighting the cold ruthlessness of the crystallized parts.

Its head is enveloped in a shifting, distorting light mist, faintly revealing a stiff face riddled with fine cracks, like melted then solidified.

A murky eye, almost devoured by purple light, flickers within.

The mist seems merely to obscure the face.

This isn’t a pure void incarnation like the "Annihilation Throat".

This is a "Forgotten One".

A native of the world, devoured and twisted by the void.

Essentially, many void creatures are like this, but some are specifically called "Forgotten Ones".

Because those given this name are from the previous destroyed world, the void-corrupted lives.

In the prior scattered Vanguard Army reconnaissance rifts, such entities rarely appeared.

Because once such entities do appear, they are very distinct, due to the different art style from other void life forms.

Especially their forms are very uniform, coming from the same region or life’s world.

Just like in the current world, void-corrupted lives are called "Infected".

These are older infected, from a world already destroyed.

Upon its arrival, it didn’t immediately attack, the murky eye scanning the wounded "Guardian" squad.

Finally settled on Cedric, locked in a battle of wills with the "Annihilation Throat".

An echoing, hoarse voice, seemingly overlapping countless deep tones, resonated directly in each person’s mind.

Filled with complex and twisted emotions—fatigue, arrogance, and a malicious sympathy.

"Heh... saviors... Another pathetic bunch of tiny crawlers, trying to build sandcastles in the apocalyptic stream."

Its voice lacked the icy law-like quality of the "Annihilation Throat", resembling a prisoner mocking the dry land from their bog.

"Look at you, this miserable stance, these futile wounds. Weaklings newly reaching legendary... Just dealing with a ’portal’ gatekeeper leaves you so... feeble?"

The murky eye seemed to fixate on Cedric, with a "playful" tone of someone experienced.

"Futile resistance... like all done by our fallen ’Dawn’s Radiance’..." A faint melancholic trace in the voice belonging to the past, swiftly submerged by deeper destructive desire.

Then inexplicably begun to soliloquize.

"We gave it all—legendary fall like rain, forbidden spells illuminating the universe, sacrifices piled as a ladder to annihilation.

"The result? See this? I’m here, becoming this... form! And our world, each inch of soil, every breeze, every cub’s wails and laughter, all dissolved into nothing, vanished... cleanly!"

Its four arms slightly opened, as if embracing the omnipresent purple-black energy, or exhibiting this "final destination".

"Vanguard Army?" A series of low, odd echoes, resembling sneers and mournful cries.

"What you’re resisting now... it’s merely the pathfinding claw spread by the Vanguard Army! Several tiny rifts, small portals... what do they matter?"

Its gaze swept over the gigantic gate of void, seemingly penetrating the space, looking at other rift coordinates opening or detected outside Hamton Town.

"I’ll tell you an ’interesting’ fact, pathetic creatures. This ’portal’," raising the crystalline blade arm, casually gesturing to the vortex behind.

"It’s your world’s largest ’break’, but that’s all. Inside," indicating the terrifying aura preparing to burst forth, "it can only accommodate entities like this descending to this dimension, this is the current void projection limit... temporarily."

Its murky eye rotated, with a "good-natured" reminder, nearly mocking.

"However... those tiny rifts tearing the world membrane?"

Its tone sharply changed, voice becoming piercingly shrill.

"They... they are the true ’passages’: limitless in number. Though each one small as a pin pricking water surface... but countless pins gathered, can pierce the entire world.

"Among them... those just stabilized, or ’intentionally’ expanded cracks... might easily slip through some adorable little ones like you..."

Its gaze seemed tangible, scanning Isabella, Baron, Lydia, Oliver.

That gaze felt like a mental sting, clearly felt on their skins.

"Just like you... even bringing the last bit of resentment and madness from their birth worlds.

"They will in your sight’s blind spots, in defenseless villages, fields, forest depths... stretch their cold fingers, tearing apart all you wish to protect..."

What?

The expressions conveyed began to slightly turn chaotic and disordered, like mad whispers.

Yet such a legendary void creature possesses immense communication desire.