RoleplayNovel Chapter 1121 Void Gods
Chapter 1121 Void Gods
This was perhaps the only "benefit" he could find in this cataclysmic disaster.
Although this benefit is insignificant compared to the cost of destroyed homes and widespread death, it is like a drop in the ocean.
But he clearly foresaw what kind of scene Aegira would face after this tempering of blood and fire.
When the devouring subsides and the golden age begins, those soldiers who survived the mountains of corpses and seas of blood will generally reach the peak of the mortal realm at level ten.
Within this vast pool, how many exceptionally talented individuals, aided by the Night Watchers' accumulated experience and resources, will successfully ignite the flame of the rules and step into the hall of legend?
That would be a force that would make any astral power take notice.
A world that rises from the brink of destruction will unleash potential and vitality far exceeding the slow accumulation of peacetime.
The immense energy plundered from this war will become the most solid foundation for Aegira's future golden age.
Thinking of that future, which is full of thorns but also contains infinite possibilities, the frustration that had been building up in Kana's heart due to the King of Resistance's unrest and the continuous fall of the continent seemed to be slightly relieved.
Just then—
hum!
An unusual ripple spread through the core space of the divine kingdom.
A small portal opened instantly beside the throne of Kanah, and the figure of the God of Space, Popper, stepped out of it with an unusual sense of haste.
Her face showed obvious surprise and doubt, and her slender finger pointed directly at the dome of the divine kingdom—the direction that symbolized the world beyond the crystal wall.
"Kana! Can you feel it?"
Popper's voice carried a barely perceptible tension.
"Outside the world's crystal wall! There is a... a divine gaze! Very subtle, but of extremely high rank! It is definitely a divine-level power."
"At a time like this... when the power of the void is so pervasive, how could a god approach? What does He intend to do?"
The smile on Kana's face vanished instantly, and a deep calm returned to his golden eyes, as if he had already seen through everything.
He nodded slightly: "Yes, I can feel it."
Popper was somewhat surprised by his calm reaction and exclaimed, "This is too abnormal! The power of the void is also highly poisonous to gods; it erodes divinity and interferes with the divine realm! Isn't He afraid of being corrupted? Or is it..."
Karna slowly rose to his feet, his divine robes fluttering even without wind. He looked at Poppot, his tone still calm: "No need to be overly tense. His gaze is not malicious, at least not yet. It's more like... observation."
He paused, looking into Popper's still worried eyes, and added, "However, since you care so much..."
Kana stretched out his hand, his slender fingers making a light stroke in the air.
A spatial portal, more stable and grander than the one opened by Popper, instantly unfolded before the two of them.
Beyond the portal lay no longer the vision of a divine kingdom, but rather the dark, deep, and sparsely starlit, cold void beyond the crystal walls of the world of Aigera.
The raging void energy flow, like a purple storm belt, was frantically washing over and eroding Aigella's tough but already purple-spotted crystal wall.
“Then let’s go see for ourselves,” Kana said, stepping into the spatial portal.
Popper took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and followed closely behind.
The two figures vanished instantly from the core of the divine kingdom, leaving behind only the empty divine throne and the portal leading to the unknown beyond the world.
……
The icy astral wind swept by silently, stirring up not a speck of dust, yet carrying a chill capable of freezing the soul.
Kana and Popote's figures, like two specks of dust, floated outside the scarred crystal walls of the world of Aegira.
As soon as Poppot stepped out of the portal, he was frozen in place by the sight before him.
The surprise and doubt in the Goddess of Space's bright eyes were instantly replaced by boundless shock. Even her habitually swaying rat tail stiffened and drooped, as if it had lost all its vitality.
The scene before us was beyond description; the words "horrifying" were insufficient to describe it.
The “void” that once seemed to devour countless worlds from the distant starry sky is now right before our eyes.
It was no longer a blurry purple shadow in the background, but had transformed into a tangible, living, and nauseating maw.
This aggregate, composed of countless wriggling, entangled, and merging void creatures, is so vast that it completely exceeds Popper's understanding of the boundaries of "life" or "existence."
It is like an indescribable behemoth born from the astral swamp, greedily and slowly "swallowing" the world of Aegir into its belly.
That swallowed-up world was their own world.
It felt as if I was being swallowed up, and a suffocating sensation arose.
The "purple canopy" covering the world's crystal wall now revealed its true nature with unparalleled clarity.
That was the "skin" formed by billions of void creatures tightly packed together and stacked layer upon layer.
They wriggled and squeezed, secreting a viscous, purplish-black energy that corroded the world's tough crystalline barrier like a strong acid.
On the surface of the crystal wall, purple spots, symbolizing the erosion of the void, resemble spreading pustules, a shocking sight.
Through the blurred and distorted light and shadow at the edge of the swallowed area, one can vaguely see the "fallen zone" inside the world, which has been completely dyed purple, dead, cold, and devoid of life.
Facing this purest manifestation of destruction in the astral plane at such close range, even as the God of Space, Poppot felt a tremor and repulsion originating from the depths of his soul.
An invisible, suffocating malice and chaos, like billions of cold steel needles, frantically pierced the core of her divinity.
A sharp pain shot through the depths of her brain, and her will issued a piercing alarm, urging her to stay away from this source of filth.
If it weren't for the fact that her feet were on the world of Aegira, to which she was anchored, and that the continuous flow of the world's primal power was transmitted through the divine link, forming a weak yet resilient protective layer, she wouldn't be standing.
Popper had no doubt that his proud spatial divinity would be instantly tarnished and distorted by this violent impact of pollution.
"This is... the true face of the void..."
Popper's voice trembled slightly, without her even realizing it. She finally understood why the descriptions of the void in those ancient records were filled with despair.
Why are the documents that Kana brought back filled with fear?
Because that's what emptiness is; that's how it exists.
It is not merely an intruder; it is the destruction of the rules themselves, a distorted aggregate of the underlying laws of the astral plane.
Its status was so high that it even surpassed what she perceived as "great divine power".
It was an absolute, unconscious torrent of destruction, with absolutely no possibility of communication or persuasion.
Against this heart-wrenching backdrop, Popper endured the intense mental discomfort.
"You're feeling a little uncomfortable, but you'll be fine after a while. After all, we're standing on our own planet." Kana comforted her from the side.
Popper took deep breaths, trying to calm the stabbing pain in his head, and after a while, he calmed down.
My keen senses finally caught sight of that being who had once been glimpsed in the world.
That was the source that made her feel the gaze of the gods.
It hovered above the void "skin" not far from the Aegira crystal wall, its form bizarre and blasphemous.
Its main body is a slowly rotating, deep vortex that seems to devour light, but at the core of the vortex is an enormous, cold and ruthless blood-red cross pupil.
Those were not the eyes of any living being, but rather inhuman eyes formed from pure destructive will and void energy, staring at the two of them without blinking or showing any emotion.
Several thick tentacles, composed of condensed purplish-black void energy and existing between reality and illusion, slowly swayed around the vortex like venomous snakes, stirring the viscous void energy around them.
It's basically a giant machine for dispersing void energy.
"You saw it?"
Cana's calm voice rang in Poppot's mind, like a rock thrown into a stormy sea, stabilizing her mind.
He also stared at the monster with its blood-red cross-shaped pupils, its golden eyes as deep as an abyss, without the slightest fluctuation.
The pervasive mental pollution and empty whispers that would have stung Popper were like a gentle breeze across a hill when they touched Cana's incredibly resilient and tempered will.
He is a savior, born to be opposed to beings with destructive potential.
The so-called opposition does not mean that one side restrains the other, but rather that the forces of each other are highly targeted.
It is highly targeted, enabling Kana to resist such mental influence and prevent the other party from affecting him.
"Gods born from the void itself..."
Cana’s tone carried a chilling insight, as if he were stating a theorem he had long since seen through.
The principle is the same as how native demons and gods are born from the abyss.
However, due to the issue of energy consumption, the Abyss never directly gives birth to god-level demons. Instead, it gives birth to demons with power and aptitude, allowing them to grow into gods on their own.
The void is unnecessary.
The void is full of energy; it is an aggregate of destruction, a being far more powerful than the abyss.
Of course, such an existence also means that it has no independent consciousness and operates purely by the rule of destruction; it is the manifestation of the rule of destruction in the astral plane.
"It's just a shell with god-level power and status. In essence, it's no different from those gods who were completely assimilated by the 'rules' they control, whose self-awareness was erased, and who ultimately became cold puppets of the rules."
His words were full of contempt.
No god would not despise those who have been assimilated by the rules.
So embarrassing.
He paused, as if recalling his distant travels through the starry sky.
"The void is the aggregate of the most basic rules of destruction in the astral plane. In theory, a portion of its vast torrent of rules can naturally be 'extracted' and infused and shaped into 'gods' who wield part of its destructive power."
"Just like... the rules themselves need a visible 'enforcer' or 'symbol'."
Kana's gaze swept over those blood-red cross-shaped pupils.
"Those gods who comprehend the rules and paths of destruction, slaughter, and end are often most afraid of approaching the void."
"Because of the rules of the same origin, it is easier to be attracted, polluted, and ultimately... devoured and assimilated by this larger and purer source, becoming a part of it."
"Therefore, they mostly choose to avoid the predetermined, slow devouring trajectory of the void."
“But this thing…” Popper began with difficulty, his gaze unable to leave those chilling cross-shaped pupils, “is it a ‘creation’ of the void? Is it spying on us?”
“That’s right.” Kana nodded slightly, confirming Popper’s guess. “It’s here to monitor. However, its main target is not this world itself, but… me.”
His gaze sharpened, as if piercing through the blood-red cross pupils and seeing the cold, void will behind it.
"As a being with divine power and a native deity of this world, I am the biggest 'variable' myself."
"Once I can't hold back any longer and personally intervene, directly using divine authority to massively interfere in the material world battlefield in an attempt to turn the tide... then this puppet infused with the rules of the void will immediately descend upon the material world."
"It will disregard the world's capacity to withstand it, using the most violent and direct god-like power to intercept and attack me, even at the cost of triggering a chain reaction of rule collapses and accelerating the world's destruction."
"Logically speaking, it shouldn't have shown up so quickly, exposing itself so directly in front of us to 'stalk' us..."
Popper frowned, and combining the analysis from the command center earlier, he instantly understood.
"It is this world's tenacious resistance! It is the betrayal of the Crystal Law, it is Bgreat's suppression of the Rift Queen, it is Katherkel's severe injury to the Ape of Destruction..."
"It's the defensive resilience we've demonstrated that far exceeded expectations, and our highly efficient at attrition of Void forces! And... you, Kana."
She looked at Kana, “Through the Earthly Kingdom, the Data-driven Rules, and the Iron Flower Construct, you indirectly infiltrated your power into every corner of the battlefield, greatly strengthening the defending forces, yet you never personally intervened.”
"This kind of 'playing on the edge' has obviously also stimulated the 'reaction mechanism' of the void, causing it to send out this 'eye' to lock onto you more closely."
"Exciting?" A barely perceptible curve appeared on Cana's lips, not a smile, but a confident air of complete control.
"Let it provoke. As long as I don't cross that 'personally get involved' line, this empty shell can only stand here and watch, futilely releasing its annoying polluting odors."
His gaze returned to the slowly rotating crimson cross vortex, his calm demeanor radiating unparalleled confidence.
"After all, in order to prepare for this moment, in order to seize every possible chance of victory in this long struggle against the very rules of destruction..."
Cana's voice was deep and powerful, like a declaration.
"I made a lot of preparations and plans."
The winds of the astral plane remained cold, and the gaping maw of the void continued its slow but unstoppable devouring of Aegira.
The gaze from his blood-red, cross-shaped pupils was cold and unwavering.
Outside the world's crystal wall, two gods confronted the god of this void creation, a silent contest unfolding at the level of rules.
Kana's tranquility is an armor forged through countless schemes, resisting the gaze of destruction's source and protecting the last vestiges of life still stubbornly throbbing in the world beneath his feet. (End of Chapter)