Chapter 1228
Walking the Dog
Chapter 1228 Walking the Dog
The moment the glass cannon in the pixelated interface was launched, the real void battlefield also changed simultaneously.
In front of [Ophim Fortress], the deep space that had been shattered by the tides of the womb was suddenly cut in half by a straight golden-white line.
Immediately afterwards, the entire space seemed to be slowly sliced open by an invisible scalpel, splitting open a huge and stable gap to both sides.
The Supreme Program, relying on its immense ethereal floating-point computing power and Xia Xiu's great spiritual blessing, forcibly created a controllable ethereal subspace rift entrance in this void.
As soon as the rift opened, the surrounding etheric tides immediately became disordered.
The dark waves that were originally crashing towards the Fortress of Ophim seemed to suddenly lose their direction and were frantically swallowed and pulled by this rift. Even the writhing pus membranes and high organs around the mother body were pulled back and swirled.
The next second, something rushed out from inside.
That was a planet.
A blue planet, resembling Terra, is hurtling straight into the real battlefield from the depths of that rift.
The moment it appeared, even the dark, swirling sea of light surrounding the womb of the Great Old Ones seemed to be stunned by this sight!
If you zoom in now, you'll see that the planet's surface is covered by massive metal bases and global etheric rune arrays. Towering anchors are planted between the mountains, and huge array rings float on the ocean surface. Even the clouds and atmosphere have been transformed into some kind of giant transport structure.
It's like a war planet that's been thoroughly armed and engineered.
And now, this [Glass Cannon] is rushing towards the womb of the Great Old Ones with extremely rapid, extremely brutal, and extremely unreasonable speed and force, all the way through the rift exit opened by [Ophim Fortress].
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—! !!!
It's too fast.
As it approached the azure planet bursting out of the rift, it left behind a trail of torn space, like a celestial hammer hurled from a higher level, shattering all the dark pus membranes, fragments of the fetal sea, polluted fog layers, and dimensional shards along its path.
The womb of the Great Old Ones was clearly bewildered as well.
This is cheating like this!
The womb instinctively began to contract, and the hemispherical fleshy shell, covered with orange-yellow holes, writhed wildly inward. The surrounding tentacles suddenly curled up, and the edges of the central cavity closed layer by layer, trying to seal the wound that had been blasted open before. Meanwhile, the barrier formed by the pus membrane and organs deeper inside was also rapidly piling up, trying to bury itself back into the depths of the womb.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
The armed "glass cannon" has already hit my face.
At that moment, the mother seemed to be in a real hurry, and the entire high-level structure exuded an almost comical sense of panic.
If we were to translate this emotion into plain language, it would probably just be: Don't come any closer!
However, it doesn't matter whether He shouts or not.
Because the next moment, that blue, armed planet, carrying the impact energy of a global etheric rune array and planetary-level force, crashed head-on into His body.
boom!!!!!!
The entire womb suddenly lit up.
A terrifying flash of light, composed of impact, shattering, ignition of magic arrays, organ explosions, and the chain reaction of etheric structural collapse, ignited the entire void.
The cavity in the center of the womb of the Great Old One, which had already been blasted apart, collapsed inward upon impact, and the crown-shaped nerve tendrils around Him exploded.
Further inside, the high-level organ groups that were originally stacked layer upon layer and barely maintained structural integrity were also ruptured layer by layer by this impact.
That azure, armed planet was like a battering ram of absurd size, one end driven deep into the womb, the other trailing a planetary tail and shattered spatial ripples from the impact, smashing away all structures in its path.
The structure at the bottom, made of skulls and tentacles, also collapsed.
Large chunks of grayish-white bone collapsed from below, and the thick tentacles twitched and thrashed wildly as if they had been torn off at the root...
Some were even burned and charred by the subsequent shockwave before they could completely detach from their original bodies.
The most critical issue is that the devices and magic arrays covering the surface of the [Glass Cannon] immediately began to light up a second time after coming into contact with the core structure of the mother embryo.
Enormous rings of etheric runes rapidly unfolded along the planet's surface, like an implosion device that was only activated after being inserted into its prey.
boom--!!!!
And so, the womb of the Old One exploded once again, and within a few breaths, a huge gap was blasted open on its surface.
After being blasted through the heart of the territory by a whole glass cannon, He was a little stunned.
The womb fled in excruciating pain and instinctive fear, tearing off swathes of its biological barriers. Dragging its ruptured membranes, bursting organs, and still-scorching wounds, it screamed in agony that could shatter the very fabric of the universe as it raced deeper into the realms.
This place is too terrible, He needs to find another place to hide!
As He departed, the fallen world that He had been suppressing finally began to stir.
Those medium and small planes that had long been encased in the outer layer of the womb, like stones that had sunk in the silt of the deep sea, were now like stones that had finally broken free from the silt. They began to rise little by little amidst the violent etheric vibrations, and large patches of the dark, pus-like membrane at their edges fell off, revealing the true outlines of the planes that belonged to the present world.
On the throne of psychic power, Xia Xiu watched this scene with no sign of relaxation in his eyes.
"As expected of the stars, they can withstand a direct impact from a planet without any damage..."
He witnessed the incredible power of the stars, but thankfully, heaven was no less impressive.
Now, the Great Old One's womb is forced to begin to leave the corrupted world, and the direction He is fleeing is exactly where Shashau most wants Him to go.
Therefore, Lao Xia did not use the [Glass Cannon] again. It was too useful, and he wanted to conserve the remaining two shots.
"Now we can just use the fortress's macro cannons to drive them away." Xia Xiu thought to himself as he controlled the Blackrock Fortress to begin its retreat.
The macro cannon array on the side of 【Ophim Fortress】begins to turn.
One after another, massive cannons slowly rose from between the black crystal spines, their muzzles aimed at the fleeing womb of the Old Ones. The heavy, muffled sound of energy charging echoed through the surrounding space.
Subsequently, wave after wave of overwhelming attacks were launched along the trajectory of the mother and fetus's withdrawal.
With a single shot, the purulent membrane that had just barely managed to close again was torn open once more.
As another shot landed, several of the tentacles on His back that were dragging away fragments of the plane were blown off, and patches of gray-black flesh and divine remnants scattered in the void like a constantly burning, dirty snow.
With another shot, the cannon slammed directly into His main wound, which had been opened earlier, shattering once again the high-level organ clusters that were still twitching and reorganizing inside.
Xia Xiu sat on the psionic throne, his fingertips lightly tracing across the main control screen, as if shooing away a dog that shouldn't stop.
"Run faster."
He stared at the womb of the Old Ones, screaming in agony as it fled toward the Anti-Heaven Alliance, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Aren't you their precious darling? Then go back and let them handle it themselves."
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Meanwhile, on the other side...
The entire corrupt world is seeing that beam of light.
That was the sight seen by the five children who had returned. They saw an intensely bright white light suddenly appear at the end of the sky. The light first pierced through the thick gray curtain of the heavens, and then, like a divine hammer that had been swung around and then smashed down, it turned the clouds of the entire world pale white.
The next moment, a violent etheric tide swept in, and the air, mountains, clouds and the earth all roared in response.
In the distance, the old pollution belt, which had not yet completely subsided, was ripped up in large patches by this wave of erosion, like countless black scars being torn open again.
Everyone looked up and saw a huge beam of light piercing through the edge of the world. The distant sky seemed to be ignited from the outside by some god. The white light shone down through layers of dark barriers, illuminating the fear on everyone's faces.
And after that light, the tide came.
The entire etheric layer of the fallen world was like a tumbled sea, with violent tremors pressing down layer by layer. The shields above the city wailed, large swathes of soil and rock peeled off the edges of the mountains, and even the supernatural factors in the ley lines and the air were thrown into chaos to the point of near-runaway in a short period of time.
Even so, they held on.
Because they had already completed protection and evacuation within the designated area.
Because they knew that this wave of tide, though dangerous, also presented an opportunity.
And soon, they really did see the changes.
What had always been the outermost layer of the world, making people feel that there was another layer above the sky that was heavier, darker, and lower, has finally begun to loosen.
The entire corrupt world is rising.
Those dimensional boundaries began to glow again, and the previously broken, locked, and distorted coordinates were reconnected to the present world. The heavy feeling between the atmosphere and the earth's veins, which had been suppressed, distorted, and soaked in the aura of the womb for a long time, also began to dissipate little by little.
The fallen world returns to the present world, and to all the heavens and realms!
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The myriad realms and heavens, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
This is one of the seventeen outer planes of the myriad realms. It consists of four landforms: Amoria, Eronia, Belairlin, and Salahia, and is interconnected by the Sea God River, which runs through all the realms and flows with divinity and positive energy.
Looking out, mountains, plains, forests, sacred lakes, and golden plains unfold in layers, the sky is high and clear, and the air is filled with an almost tangible glow of life.
Any living being that sets foot in this place will have its wounds healed on their own, and its violence and murderous intent will be gradually worn away by this environment.
Deeper still in the realm of bliss, Talishid's divine kingdom floats at the upper reaches of the Poseidon River.
It was a flowing divine realm composed of massive platinum stone steps, floating gardens, lion-headed pillars, and a continuous cluster of temples. Countless Gading Celestials roamed within it, their wings bathed in soft sunlight, their armor and robes adorned with warm and luminous holy runes.
But at this moment, the atmosphere inside the central hall of the divine kingdom was far from gentle.
Talishid sat enthroned on his high throne. This lion-headed divine messenger, who ruled over the Gadin Celestials and the Five Lords, lowered his beastly eyes, which burned with pale golden divine fire, and looked intently at the guests below. Opposite him was the projection of Moradin, the lord of the dwarven pantheon.
No other deity spoke in the temple, because it was clear to everyone that Talishid was in a very bad mood.
"Moradin, I have heard your explanation many times."
"The womb of the Old Ones is the supreme calamity you brought upon yourself at the cost of rituals, territories, and people. The offspring of those wombs that were placed there were supposed to become sharp knives that tear apart the borders of Heaven, but now they are going missing one by one."
As Talishid spoke, the golden mane beneath the lion's head bristled slightly, clearly indicating that he could no longer contain his anger.
"At first it was one, then a few days later it was a second, and then the speed at which they lost contact increased. Now, even the offspring responsible for maintaining the spread of pollution in the last few corrupted worlds have almost all been disconnected."
“Moradin, I don’t need just one ‘everything is going according to plan’ statement after another. I need to know what really happened in the corrupt world.”
These words immediately made the atmosphere in the hall even more somber.
Because the gods of the Anti-Heaven Alliance present had all sensed that something was wrong.
However, the difference in the flow of time between the Fallen World and the myriad realms is too great. Many things that happen in the Fallen World are like being behind a blurry and delayed mirror for them. They can only perceive the results intermittently, but they don't have time to see the complete process.
All they knew was that the womb offspring of the Great Old Ones were disappearing.
They disappeared one by one.
From the initial partial disconnection to the decreasing feedback from the entire corrupted world, this anomaly has persisted for several days. Now, even Talishid, a divine messenger who is usually able to remain composed, has been forced to personally question the situation, demonstrating just how serious this matter has become.
What annoyed him even more was not just this one thing.
Because in heaven, three new crowns have recently appeared.
Everyone understands what this means.
Therefore, what Talishid was truly worried about at this moment was not just the few offspring in the Fallen World who were gradually losing contact; his real concern was for the Fourth Lord of the Abyss—Hugh Abraham.
Below, Moradin remained silent for a moment.
Because he was also confused.
The feedback coming back from the corrupted world is pitifully scarce; in many places, only fragmented and blurry echoes of pollution remain, unable to even piece together a complete picture.
He didn't know what the problem was, but he absolutely couldn't show any weakness now.
Then Moradin raised his head, looked at the lion-headed messenger on the throne, and said the same words as always.
"Don't worry, this is all part of the plan."
Talishid stared at him without speaking, clearly dissatisfied with this explanation, while Moradin knew that a single sentence wouldn't be enough to quell the situation, so he quickly continued.
"The time difference between the Fallen World and the myriad realms is too great. Information gaps and delayed feedback are normal phenomena. The loss of contact with those offspring may not necessarily mean they have been wiped out. They may have been caught up in deeper pollution expansion or dimensional shifts. What you and I are perceiving now is just a delayed fragment."
Talishid was getting impatient; Moradin was like a broken record, repeating the same few sentences over and over.
I risked my life and the entire Paradise to rebel against Heaven with him, and he's just trying to fool me with this nonsense?!
Moradin sensed Talishid's displeasure and prepared to say something to appease his ally.
"Don't worry, our plan..."
boom--
Before he could finish speaking, the entire universe suddenly trembled.
A holistic tremor emanated from a greater distance, a deeper and wider area, as if some colossal entity was forcibly smashing through layers of barriers of reality, bursting forth from an area that should not have been breached.
Above the temple dome, the curtain of light from the sea god's river, which was hanging there, suddenly shook.
In the distance, the floating gardens began to shed their petals, and the rivers of positive energy that had been flowing quietly outside the palace experienced a brief reversal at this moment. The foundation of the entire Talyshde Kingdom also emitted a low hum.
Talishid and Moradin looked up almost simultaneously.
Their divine senses instantly traversed the divine realm, the four layers of the Elysian landscape, the sacred plains of Amoria, the flower sea of Eronia, the forests of Belairin, and the waters of Sarahia, heading straight towards the direction from which the tremor originated.
——The fallen world.
The next second, the expressions of the two gods changed simultaneously.
Talishid suddenly stood up, his mane bristling, and golden fire blazing in his eyes. He saw something rushing toward Bliss.
"That is--"