Chapter 1244 - 841: Void Tentacles (Part 3)

Chapter 1244: Chapter 841: Void Tentacles (Part 3)

Dozens of tiny, purple-black "pustules" materialize on the world’s surface, serving as "entrances"—the breaches of cosmic tendrils forcibly penetrating world rules, funneling devastation within, viewed by humans as "fissures" or "Gate of Void".

Amidst these dire scenes, a glimmer appears somewhere on the world’s membrane.

This light is initially insignificant, yet in the absolute darkness of the Star Realm, it shines like a renegade nova.

Kana!

He doesn’t appear in a humble, human guise. At this moment, He reveals his true divine visage, a manifestation of salvation rules.

He stands upon the void of the Star Realm, needing no support beneath his feet.

His pure white robe is adorned with intricate runes drawn in liquid gold, gently swaying with the frenzied energy currents of the Star Realm, yet its hem remains resolutely still.

The aura behind His head spins faster than ever, countless micro-runic forms flash and fade like an autonomous energy ring, emitting a cold, pure Light of Order, creating a "sanctuary" around Him untouched by Void Power.

His arms, constructed of silver Mithril-like material, are exposed outside the robe, streaming with bright red rule markings, blazing like molten lava, manifesting an unmatched divine might. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

His eyes have become the ultimate focal points of divinity, their blazing golden glow replacing the pupils, within which countless stellar trajectories swiftly whirl, each point calculating, deducing, deconstructing the structure and nodes of the dozens of foul tendrils attempting to burrow into the world.

All events occurring within the world and beyond converge into His data core, reorganized to form a perfect tactical model.

Suddenly, He raises one hand.

No grand spectacle, no intense energy surge.

That silver divine hand, streaming with blood-like engravings, makes a gentle "cutting" gesture outside the root of the nearest, largest, deeply embedded foul tendril.

The motion is elegant, precise, as if plucking invisible harp strings.

Yet, in that instant, a voiceless lament arose.

An indescribable "slash" of form and color was born.

The slash disregarded the tendril’s surface, and even ignored the confines of time and space, reaching the target the moment it was released.

At the slight exterior to the contact point of the massive, writhing tendril capable of easily crushing astral bodies, a flawless "incision" appeared, radiating pure white light, noiselessly.

As a master craftsman might sever the most resilient rope with the sharpest blade.

The immense body of the tendril violently convulsed, then succumbed to tremendous inertia, thrust towards the depths of the Star Realm, its severed end gushing forth not foul ichor, but primal Chaos energy and pure fragments of void left "erased" by rule layers!

His movements did not cease.

His fingers glided, as though painting a self-satisfactory masterpiece.

Second, third, fourth... equally indescribable rule slashes quietly appeared, precision striking different root points of foul tendrils.

Each slash severed a conduit connecting the world, transporting disaster from its most fragile root.

This is why only a dozen fissures are perceived from within the world.

Because those that slipped through Kana’s grasp—those most minute and concealed, or coincidentally during Kana’s brief breath intervals—successfully penetrated the world’s membrane, emerging as sources of calamity within.

Divine might like prison, silent guardianship.

Kana, with divine form, constructed an invisible ultimate defense outside the world, using rules as sharp blades.

His gaze cold as ice, reflected the darkness in the depths of the Star Realm consuming everything, yet His hand’s motions did not cease.