Chapter 1222
The Most Lively Fallen World
Chapter 1222 The Most Lively Fallen World
The one-month period has come to an end.
The world of Lohos has now stabilized. The heavy rails in the valleys are running day and night, and new workshops and mines are being built layer by layer along the framework redesigned by Perturaber. The distorted order that used to force the entire world toward the direction of the military furnace has finally been gradually brought back on track.
And Xia Xiu should leave now.
At the edge of the high platform, the mountain breeze passes through the steam tower and steel cable frame, and white steam rises in the distance. The sounds of hammers, machine wheels, and command whistles from the construction site come intermittently, making this world seem exceptionally vibrant.
Xia Xiu stood before the high platform, his gaze falling on Pertura, who was seeing him off, and spoke to him:
“I’ll leave Kador-Umm here for you. What you need to do next is use it as a core of heavy industry and a large-scale world purifier.”
He paused slightly at this point, then looked at Perturaber and added:
"The world of Lohos has only just risen from the ruins, and it is far from time to truly relax. You have a lot to do next, so don't rush things, just take it one step at a time."
Pertura stood before Xia Xiu and replied in a deep voice:
"Father, rest assured, I will personally oversee the Lohos World. When you return, it will no longer be the black smoke world left behind by Damekos, but a true steel star that can be used by the Court."
After listening, Xia Xiu simply nodded and didn't say anything more.
He had already explained most of what needed to be explained in the previous month. During this time, he also realized that although Lao Shi retained some old ideas, he was always reliable in his work, especially when it came to things like engineering, order, and world transformation. He understood the importance of things better than anyone else.
When it comes to saying goodbye, a brief mention is enough.
Above the sky, the Sword-class frigate slowly lowered its tractor beam, its silver-gray hull pressing down on the high-altitude clouds, casting a large, straight, and quiet shadow.
Xia Xiu stepped into the beam of light, his figure slowly rising, while Perturabo stood at the edge of the platform, watching his father board the extraterrestrial ship again.
A moment later, the hatch closed.
The main engines of the Sword-class frigate began to light up one by one, and the exhaust nozzles at the stern emitted a steady and deep eerie light. After a brief hover, the entire ship slowly turned its bow, then tore through the high-altitude clouds, broke through the boundary of the crystal wall system, and plunged back into the higher-level star sea and ether.
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Within the etheric subspace layer, the ships sailed quietly.
Beyond the porthole was a long, twisted, and ever-flowing sea of radiance. The light bands, near and far, resembled countless torn rivers, slowly receding along the sides of the ship. Occasionally, one could see enormous, scaleless dark outlines that flashed past the edge of the channel before sinking into the deeper layers of flowing light.
Like a slender arrow piercing through the eye of the storm, the Sword-class frigate continued its journey along the stable course calibrated by Eden. Its outer shield rippled with pale gold under the impact of the subspace particle stream, and the deep resonance of its engines continued to operate deep within the deck.
Inside the bridge, Xia Xiu began searching for the last perfect embryo in the Fallen World.
He had reawakened the Black Seal, which hovered in his palm. Occasionally, a faint glimmer of light would flash across the surface of the black mark. The bloodline response that transcended all realms was gradually sifting out the last child who had not yet returned from countless dimensional fragments.
Just then, the main light screen in front of the bridge suddenly lit up.
Eden, standing in front of the central console, raised his head, his voice calm and even. Then, a standardized information template popped up directly in the center of the bridge.
[High-density energy reaction detected ahead in the shipping lane]
[Large-scale high-level spiritual hedging phenomenon detected]
[Energy level determination in progress—]
[Assessment complete: A war of supreme power is breaking out—]
Xia Xiu raised an eyebrow, then, following the coordinates given by Eden, spread his great spirituality forward.
He quickly locked onto the battlefield, and when the scene truly came into his perception, he was unusually silent for a moment, because this last fallen world with a perfect embryo was completely different from the previous ones.
To be precise, this can no longer be simply called an intermediate plane.
In his perception, the most central location consists of two interlocking, mutually complementary intermediate planes, like twin worlds forcibly bound together, sharing a complete set of outer defenses and etheric channels.
Surrounding these two medium-sized planes are dozens of smaller planes of varying sizes.
Those small planes are not randomly floating fragments, but have been artificially incorporated into a very complete orbital system. Some are responsible for providing energy, some for resupply and docks, and some have been transformed into outposts, early warning nodes and defensive anchors.
They are connected to each other by a stable teleportation matrix that connects them to the magical world via space routes, like outer walls protecting the core world.
This is clearly not a defense zone that was just randomly pieced together, but a group of dimensional fortresses that someone painstakingly built bit by bit over an extremely long period of time, with extremely strong engineering capabilities and an extremely strong will to order.
What truly made Xia Xiu's eyes flicker was not the dimensional structure itself.
It is, rather, a highly disciplined fleet.
On the void battlefields outside two intermediate planes, a massive astral fleet is engaged in battle with two crowned offspring of the Great Old Ones.
Each sub-fleet was positioned in its proper place, with the distance between capital ships, heavy gunnery ships, interceptor ships, escort groups, and rear supply ships just right, ensuring that they would not obstruct each other's firepower, nor would they lose coordination due to being too spread out.
The three-tiered array, front, middle, and rear, interlocked like a steel wall made of warships, pressing forward inch by inch in the void. Their firepower configuration was terrifyingly precise.
At the very center of this fleet stood an extremely extravagant celestial fortress.
That thing was almost like a small satellite.
From Xia Xiu's perception, it was not a simple space fortress, but a large mobile space fortress that had been rebuilt, expanded, reinforced and re-armed countless times. Its overall outline was incredibly thick, with the outer armor layered one after another, as if an entire mountain range, fortress and city cluster had been forcibly moved into the void.
It is surrounded by arrays of large cannons and secondary cannons, with several layers of docks and launch platforms suspended in its belly. Inside, there is an extremely large energy core and shield matrix in operation. The fortress is not in an aggressive position on the battlefield, but it is like an anvil nailed to the void, firmly suppressing the most difficult airspace for the two crowned monsters to crack.
More importantly, its Void Shield is ridiculously strong.
The two offspring of the Great Old Ones were quite different. One resembled a deformed giant galactic worm covered in a grayish-white skeletal shell and deep-sea pus membranes; the other was more like an ever-expanding cloud of dark red organs, covered with eyes, mouths, arms, and sacs that spewed out contamination of various sizes.
Each of their attacks and bombardments was enough to easily tear apart the defenses of an ordinary fleet, but when those attacks actually landed on this celestial fortress, they could only create violent tremors on the surface of the outer void shield.
Even while withstanding direct pressure, the fortress continued to project fire outwards.
Round after round of cannon fire erupted from its body, the shells leaving long trails of white light as they passed through the void, slamming into the bodies of the two crowned monsters. This forced them to constantly deflect, retreat, and shrink the contaminated area. Meanwhile, the surrounding fleet used the shield windows it erected to continuously recalibrate their formations, advance alternately, and maintain their firepower.
This last perfect embryo is indeed quite remarkable.
Xia Xiu stood at the front of the bridge, watching the surging ethereal light outside the main light screen and portholes, quietly observing the dual-dimensional battlefield that had been completely illuminated by the flames of war, shields, and the array of macro cannons. A genuine interest couldn't help but appear in his eyes. He had originally thought that Old Ten's farming ability was already unmatched, but he hadn't expected there to be another expert among them!
If Pertura is a rare SSR card in the production pool, then the Eleventh Elder, who has not yet returned, is an extremely rare UR card.
Not only did the Eleventh Prince firmly grasp two medium-sized planes, but he also took the opportunity to bring dozens of small planes in the surrounding area into his farming sphere, not to mention that he had also amassed an astral fleet.
Although it is not as large or powerful as the Courtyard Fleet, this fleet is still one of the best in the Astral Plane.
Xia Xiu couldn't help but take a second look at that enormous war fortress.
At first glance, the thing exuded an extremely strong style of the pantheon of gods from all the heavens and myriad worlds. It looked like a mobile super gothic fortress, and its exterior was resplendent in gold.
This thing is almost a mini version of Blackrock Fortress.
Old Eleven not only has excellent farming skills, but also seems to have very good luck. At the start of the game, he not only occupies an ultra-rare map, but also has a giant engineering fortress.
Xia Xiu rubbed his chin, his mind racing.
"Judging from the strength displayed by both sides, it is clear that the Eleventh Prince is not desperately defending, but rather driving the enemy away in a rhythmic manner."
The Golden Fortress withstood the attacks of two Crown-class Great Old One offspring, while its supporting fleet steadily contracted, suppressed, and then pushed forward again.
Old Eleven intentionally pushed the battle line outwards, gradually driving the two monsters away from the edge of the dual-dimensional civilization circle.
This battle wasn't really a life-or-death struggle.
It's now clear that the Eleventh Elder wants to rely on the Civilization Warfare capabilities, with the support of the Golden Fortress and the entire dimensional defense system, to drive out the two Great Old Ones' offspring.
At this rate, the Eleventh Elder might actually be able to drive out the two Great Old Ones' offspring.
"However, things don't seem to be that simple."
He stroked his chin, muttered something under his breath, and shifted his gaze from the front lines of the battlefield to the edge of a more distant, deeper, and darker plane.
In his great spiritual perception, the last of the seven fallen planes, the intermediate plane which had not yet truly appeared, was now extremely quiet.
All the creatures in that plane have disappeared.
The entire plane was licked clean from the inside out by something, leaving only an empty shell that barely held together the outer layer. And residing there was the last and strongest offspring of the Great Old One.
In this battle royale game featuring the offspring of the Great Old Ones from the seven intermediate planes, this monster is clearly the first to truly achieve victory and evolve into a fully-fledged Great Old One.
Moreover, this thing is not only very strong, but also very cunning.
The entire intermediate plane was stretched by it like a corpse with its internal organs removed, leaving only the shell, and it slowly approached the side and rear of the dual-plane system in the void, while its own body was tightly huddled in the deepest part of the plane, using an entire world as its shell.
At this moment, it was dragging the entire medium plane that it had already devoured, moving extremely slowly and carefully along the edge of the battlefield, like a sixth brother who waits for others to fight to the most intense moment before striking to get his prey.
This old silver coin is planning to steal a chicken!
While his own brother was being attacked head-on, this sixth brother secretly circled around to the enemy's rear, preparing to sneak in and ambush them.
"This last piece of land really brought me into a big mess."
This scene is indeed lively, and since it's so lively, how could I be absent?
I should go up and have some fun too.
As Xia Xiu pondered this, he raised his hand and slowly pulled the [Lever of Heaven] out of the void.
The moment the silver staff came into his hand, the surrounding space seemed to be gently pressed down by some higher authority, and the etheric light that was originally flowing slowly was momentarily frozen, forming a visible ripple.
The next moment, Xia Xiu raised his staff forward and gently touched the ground with the tip.
Deep within the void, a massive golden gate slowly opened.
It was like a golden gate forcibly embedded in the void, its frame so high it was almost beyond measure, with ancient runes and lightning patterns floating along its edges. Behind the gate was a vast space filled with radiance, storms, and divine clouds, where an ancient calamity beast, powerful enough to make the very structure of the world tremble, was excitedly pawing at the ground, poised to pounce.
Xia Xiu laughed heartily, as if he were a jovial person:
"The bulls of heaven, play with them."
The next second, the golden doors were completely opened.
A giant longhorn beetle slowly stepped out from behind the door.
Its entire body was covered with armor patterns interwoven with platinum and azure, and its back extended a huge wing membrane that seemed to be woven from clouds and lightning. Its two horns were like two golden crescent moons sharpened by the gods. The complete longhorn beetle excitedly announced its existence to all living beings present.
"Moo!!!"
Then, with a stomp of its four hooves, its massive body surged forward amidst thunderous roars, its speed completely disproportionate to its catastrophic size. It was as if one moment it was standing before the golden gate, and the next it had already traversed the void, crashing into the sixth monster who was stealthily approaching while dragging its dimensional tortoise shell.
Then, he kicked it down.
In battle, the sixth brother must be killed first!
Sixth Brother: "!!!!"
Boom-! ! !
The hidden authority of that sixth monster was shattered with a single kick.
At the same time, the outer shell of the intermediate plane it carried also suddenly caved inward. The entire tortoise-shell-like plane boundary was like a metal shield that had been hit hard by a battering ram. First, it collapsed inward, and then dense cracks broke out all the way along the point of collapse.
Then, what was inside was finally revealed.
That's not the old-fashioned form in the ordinary sense.
Instead, it was an extremely large, extremely damp, and extremely repulsive gray-black dimensional parasite. It was like a giant arthropod monster curled up inside an empty shell world. Its body surface was covered with layers of bone plates and spatial folds. Countless claws, arthropods, mouthparts, and observation organs were hidden beneath the dimensional cracks. Previously, it had relied on the shell of the entire intermediate plane to conceal its existence, like a parasitic poisonous creature carrying the whole world on its back.
Now, its entire shell has collapsed after being kicked by the Bull of Heaven.
In an instant, the organs and contaminated chambers that were originally hidden inside the monster were shattered on a large scale, and gray-black pus and dimensional debris sprayed out from the cracks.
What followed was a piercing wail that seemed to pierce the soul.
"Hiss!!!"
(End of this chapter)