Chapter 623
622 Hole
Chapter 623, Section 622: The Hole
After the destruction of the former Beast Dungeon, the subordinate space did not collapse along with the dungeon. Instead, it was directly embedded into the main world after the dungeon space collapsed.
Shenmu possessed special abilities and knew that there was an auxiliary space here. He gave Lin Jun the coordinates and the method of transfer as hush money.
However, it's hard to say whether it's clear about the current state of the auxiliary space.
For over a century, the integration of this secondary space with the world itself has never ceased.
What started as a tiny, needle-like point of contact has, over time, expanded into a large area of fusion.
If no one intervenes, according to the original excavation progress of the giant beast bone field, it will reach the fusion area in a few years. At that time, the contents inside the auxiliary space will inevitably attract a new wave of excavation, making this gradually silent excavation site regain its original prosperity.
And now, the transfer ceremony has begun.
The transfer ritual performed by the sacred tree was very effective. It not only transferred the unintegrated parts of the subordinate space, but also separated the parts that had already merged with the world space.
However, this process of separation was clearly not gentle.
In the northern region, echoing the giant beast bone field, the space trembled violently during the pre-constructed receiving ceremony! Immediately afterwards, mud and rocks mixed with giant beast bones were squeezed out from the center of the ceremony.
But this is just the beginning. Along with the outflow of matter comes an even more terrifying spatial compression.
The once flat ground undulated and expanded like waves, and the soldiers guarding the innermost fungus fortress, despite having their feet firmly planted on the ground, felt their vision receding rapidly.
It wasn't that they were moving, but rather that the space beneath their feet was forcibly pushed outward by the extra space that appeared out of nowhere, by tens of meters!
Some of the unfortunate individuals suffered from dislocated bones and torn internal organs due to the spatial impact, resulting in a chorus of groans.
Fortunately, everyone shares a symbiotic relationship with the mycelium, so this kind of damage is neither instantaneous nor continuous. After a few more howls, it will gradually recover.
Although it caused considerable chaos in the north, the ceremony was deliberately held in a remote, uninhabited area in the north, so only the soldiers stationed there were affected.
The situation is different here at the Giant Bone Field.
The subsidiary space, which had already partially merged with the world, was forcibly moved away, like a hole being torn open in the hull of a ship.
Although the wound is extremely small for the world as a whole, and will heal naturally in no time.
But for Ravenclaw and his guards who were on the scene, it was nothing short of a catastrophe.
First, the space contracts inward, not because the ground sinks, but because the space that carries the land, rocks, and air is pulled towards the center.
Those who failed to retreat in time were not only pulled forward nearly a hundred meters by the space, but also encountered a terrifying spatial overlap. Matter that originally belonged to different locations was forcibly squeezed into the same coordinates during the spatial contraction.
"Ah! My arm!" a guard cried out in agony. Several sharp-edged stones had sprung into his right elbow joint, as if they had been growing into his flesh and bones all along.
The other guard was even less fortunate. He stood there, outwardly unharmed, but his eyes were somewhat vacant.
The next second, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, then fell straight forward, lifeless—his internal organs had overlapped with the foreign object during the spatial displacement.
The most chilling sight occurs near the center after the space shrinks.
Some of the guards were half-buried in the mud, losing consciousness before they even realized what had happened. Two other guards were intertwined, their limbs twisted in a chaotic mess, vomiting blood and screaming in agony, clearly beyond saving.
This scene was almost like a random teleportation using abyssal magic.
In just a moment, more than half of Ravenclaw's most elite guards were killed or wounded.
The marquis's eyes were bloodshot, his raging anger and the fear of facing death burning away his reason.
He slammed Bona, who had already been stabbed in the back, hard against a boulder that had suddenly risen up due to the spatial shift: "What did you do? What kind of hell did you set up here?"
The excruciating pain and the furious face so close he seemed ready to devour him alive finally jolted Bona slightly from his fanatical dream of accomplishing a "great feat."
His eyes were unfocused, blood foamed from his mouth, and he struggled, muttering intermittently, "I...I just...completed...Master's mission...glorious...mission..."
"Master? Which master? What exactly is your mission? Tell me!" Ravenclaw shook him violently, as if he wanted to shake his brains out.
However, Bona's eyes only held deeper confusion and bewilderment: "Master... is Master... Master is... is... the mission... the ritual..."
He spoke incoherently, his logic completely broken.
After the Yellow Book left, the mental field it created should have slowly dissipated, and its influence might have lingered for more than half a month.
However, the violent spatial tremor just now clearly also affected the mental field that was no longer under the control of the Yellow Book.
Bona is currently in a chaotic state between the collapse of his mind control and the incomplete return of his self-awareness. His memories and cognition are shattered and difficult to piece together.
"Damn it!" Ravenclaw stared intently into Bona's empty, chaotic eyes, finally understanding. "He was just a manipulated puppet! Useless!"
He threw Bona to the ground and kicked him several times.
"Lord Marquis!
Beside him, a surviving guard, his voice trembling uncontrollably, pointed to the center of the ceremony.
After the transfer ceremony was initiated, the original central area disappeared.
Even after undergoing a self-repairing spatial contraction, the void was not completely filled, and a hideous spatial rift stretched across the center of the giant beast bone field!
Unlike the spatial rifts that connect other dungeons, this rift doesn't lead anywhere; it connects to the outside world!
At this moment, something is continuously pouring in from outside the world.
First, there was a dense, almost viscous magical energy that invigorated all the mages present, as if they could unleash boundless power with every gesture.
But no one smiled, for what followed was a vast expanse of white mist…
There was no time to escape; the surging mist would engulf everyone present and continue to spread, gradually enveloping the entire giant beast bone field.
Seeing the billowing white mist in the distance, the knight couldn't help but stop.
This completely unexpected scene prompted Lin Jun to have a guess.
Could Shenmu Na Laodeng be the final boss disguised as a friendly unit, deceiving innocent people here and hastening the destruction of the world?
(End of this chapter)