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Chapter 1097 The World Sleeps

Outside the shield, the battle was even more brutal.

The eleven were surrounded by at least five Void Legends and a swarm of monsters; the space was sealed off and their escape route was cut off.

Team members continued to be wounded, their blood staining their armor.

"Captain! We're surrounded! If this continues, we're all going to die here!"

One of the team members parried the Void Legend's claws and shouted, panting heavily.

The leader of the second squad, the orc warrior, looked at the heavy spatial collapse bomb in his hand, then at his teammates who were in dire straits, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it! We can't let them die in vain! We still have two bombs left! Use them here! Blow them up! We can take as many as we can with us! You guys figure out how to get out of here!"

"Yes! Use bombs to clear the way!"

The third squad leader also gripped the bomb tightly, his eyes filled with the same resolute determination.

"We are legends! Our souls are indomitable! Even if our bodies are destroyed, our souls can return to the divine realm! Don't hesitate!"

The elf captain looked at his two comrades, then at his teammates fighting valiantly, gritted his teeth, and finally nodded emphatically: "...Alright! Get ready..."

Just then—

Boom! ...

A deep, muffled roar, as if space itself were groaning, erupted from within the shield.

Immediately afterwards, the space where the giant ape was located collapsed and shattered wildly inward, like fragile glass.

A deep, miniature black hole that swallows all light suddenly formed.

The colossal, mountain-like root ape only had time to let out a short, terrified howl before its entire body, along with a large number of void creatures around it, was instantly torn apart and stretched by irresistible gravity, and sucked into that terrifying black hole.

After the black hole finished swallowing everything, it quickly disappeared, leaving only spiderweb-like black cracks in the surrounding space that could not be healed for a long time.

It worked!

But the price was... none of the soldiers who charged in survived.

Meanwhile, the team members outside were about to detonate bombs in despair, perishing together with the enemy.

"Guys! Don't rush to embrace the void! Heroes always make their grand entrance in the most critical moments!"

A familiar, somewhat cynical yet powerful voice rang out like heavenly music at the edge of the battlefield.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a colossal dragon, made of alchemical metal that shimmered with the luster of mithril, tearing through the monster horde and charging towards them like a golden meteor.

It is one of the Night's Watch's top legends—the alchemical dragon.

In the giant claws of the alchemical dragon, a figure was carefully cradled, almost unrecognizable as human, with only half of its charred body remaining and a faint trace of life.

It was the human shield warrior who had just rushed inside the shield and detonated the space bomb.

His life force was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, but he was indeed still alive.

"What are you waiting for?! Get up here now!" The alchemical dragon's voice was urgent.

The alchemical dragon erupted with dazzling light, and countless beams of light swept outwards like divine punishment, instantly clearing out the approaching monster horde and creating an opening for the besieged team members.

The soft light enveloped the wounded team members, temporarily stabilizing their injuries.

"Let's go!" The elf captain was overjoyed and immediately gave the order.

Without hesitation, everyone unleashed their last bit of strength, transforming into streaks of light as they charged toward the alchemical dragon.

The alchemical dragon shoved the seriously wounded man into the fixation pod on its back, while shouting at the two captains who were still carrying two spatial collapse bombs.

"Hey! Are you still saving those two 'big firecrackers' for yourself? This is such a great opportunity, give them a big gift to the 'friends' behind you!"

The orc captain and the third squad leader reacted instantly.

Yes! The bomb is still in our hands!

"Void Scrap, have a taste!"

The two roared and hurled two spatial collapse bombs with all their might at the center of the monster horde that was hot on their heels, led by several Void Legends.

Boom! Boom!

Two more muffled, mournful sounds echoed through the space.

Two slightly smaller but equally terrifying black holes suddenly opened up among the pursuing troops.

The terrifying gravity instantly tore apart and devoured the nearest Void Legends and a massive number of elite monsters.

The pursuing troops' formation was cleared out in an instant.

"Whoosh—! Perfect clearing! Retreat!"

The alchemical dragon let out a triumphant metallic roar, its wings suddenly flapping, unleashing astonishing speed.

Leading the surviving special forces team, they transformed into a dazzling golden light and sped towards the Wailing Wall.

Behind them was the devastated void tide, turned upside down by the space bombs, and the slowly rotating void gate, attempting to fill the spatial rifts.

……

Kana hovered above the clouds of the second Wailing Barrier, his silver-grey eyes calmly looking down.

The steel dam built by millions of lives is being battered by a purple tide.

Energy beams and magical radiance intertwined beneath the purplish-black sky, and the explosive flames resembled evil flowers blooming in purgatory.

The howls of the void creatures and the roars of the warriors mingled into a symphony of apocalypse.

Despite the immense pressure on the defensive line, it still stood strong thanks to the support of the "Light of Descent" divine kingdom node, the assistance of Popper's ingenious spatial tactics, and the countless gaps filled with the blood and will of soldiers.

The purple front edge, devoured by the void, resembled slowly flowing venom, still some buffer distance away from the second line of defense.

Based on the current accelerated absorption speed, this defensive line should be able to hold out until the purple canopy completely covers the area.

Kana's gaze swept across the fiercely battling sky and earth, over the legendary figures who fought valiantly, and finally settled on the distant void gate that constantly spewed destruction.

Having confirmed that the defenses were temporarily stable and that Popper alone was sufficient to monitor and respond to any emergencies, he did not linger.

The figure vanished silently from the sky, like ink spreading into water.

The next moment, he found himself in a vast and boundless sea of ​​world consciousness.

This place is no longer the eye of the storm during the boiling reshaping, but a tranquil deep space containing immense computing power and flowing light of rules.

The enormous world host, a hollow silver cube with sharp corners rooted in the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly rotating, exudes a cold yet efficient radiance of order, like a cold star in this spiritual universe.

A robust flow of crimson energy surged ceaselessly within its internal framework, infusing this logical machine with the pulse of life.

It was gently enveloped by a huge, transparent energy bubble that flowed with golden and emerald light, like a star egg giving birth to a newborn.

Just as Kana was gazing at the main unit, soft ripples appeared on the surface of the energy bubble.

A familiar figure slowly materialized, the embodiment of the world's will, Aigella.

She remained the same stunning woman who embodied the maternal imagery of all living beings, draped in a peculiar, misty veil adorned with simple decorations of silver metallic lines and crimson patterns.

However, Kana keenly noticed the difference. A layer of weariness, difficult to dispel, shrouded her all-encompassing, loving face.

Even more striking are the subtle yet glaring purple lines that creep and erode the edges of her light gauze dress, like living things, like drops of filthy ink on a pure painting.

This silently proclaims that the Void Will's devouring and contamination of the Aegir origin is closing in step by step as the world is increasingly eroded.

"The Great Mother of the World".

Kana placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed the highest form of respect, his voice clear and reverent.

Aigella's gaze fell on Kana, a hint of relief flashing in his deep, star-like eyes, but the weariness lingered.

She gently shook her head, her voice still soft, yet carrying a sense of weakness from exhaustion: "No need for formalities, my child."

She paused, her gaze fixed on the stable operating world mainframe, as if piercing through the sea of ​​consciousness to see the blood and fire unfolding in the material world.

"My will... is about to fall into slumber."

Aigella's voice was soft, yet it struck Kana's heart like a hammer blow: "The future of the world will be entirely entrusted to your hands."

The data flow in Cana's silver-gray eyes ran smoothly; he had expected this result.

When the world is torn apart and eroded by the void, and the material and spiritual foundations that constitute its existence are destroyed, Aigela, as the embodiment of the world's collective will, will inevitably suffer the most direct impact on its core consciousness.

In order to preserve one's own consciousness from complete collapse and annihilation before ultimate destruction arrives, the only way is to devote all one's power to the deepest self-sealing.

It fell into a deep sleep.

In this state, her life and death will be completely tied to the success or failure of the resistance against the material world.

If the world is swallowed up and all things wither, her consciousness will also drift into eternal annihilation in slumber.

Only the Night's Watch and the warriors of the World Alliance succeeded in driving away the apocalypse.

When the erosion of the Void recedes and the world is able to breathe, the immense wound will remain, but the erosion will cease, giving Aegir hope of preserving its core in its slumber and reviving in the future.

This will almost certainly be his last meeting with Mother World before the end of the world.

"I believe in you, children."

Aigella's gaze refocused on Kana, her weariness masking an unquestionable trust.

"You bear the name of savior, your wisdom and courage are the beacon of the world...and those lovely children..."

Her voice carried a barely perceptible sob, as if she could see the bloodied figures of millions of soldiers at the Sighing Wall.

"...They acted with incredible bravery, using their own flesh and blood to buy every single second for the world..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her eyelids drooped heavily, as if being pulled by a thousand pounds of force.

The destructive whispers and corrosive power of the Void Will gnawed at her core like a leech, constantly assaulting her consciousness and making her expression of consciousness blurred and intermittent.

If it weren't for the "World Mainframe," conceived by Kana, built upon the will of all living beings, and forged with the power of creation, which forcibly solidified and strengthened her core will, she would probably have already fallen into unconscious oblivion under the violent impact of the void, unable even to complete this final farewell.

The fact that they were able to hold on until this moment and have a final conversation with Kana is the ultimate testament to the world's mainframe's powerful computing capabilities and the ability to unite its will.

"...Child, we...see you...in the future..."

Aigella's voice was like a candle flickering in the wind, eventually going out completely.

Her figure, like starlight scattered by the wind, quickly faded and dissipated, turning into countless particles shimmering with faint light.

It rejoined the massive core of the world's mainframe, merging with the cold, precise metal structure and the surging flow of crimson energy.

The sea of ​​consciousness returned to silence, with only the constant hum of the world's mainframe and the subtle flashes of its internal data streams proving the existence of Aegira's will.

But at this moment, it has sunk into its deepest slumber of self-protection.

Kana hovered silently in place, his silver eyes fixed on the enormous silver cube.

After a long while, he reached out and gently stroked the world's mainframe shell, which was covered with fine straight lines and radiated a cold metallic luster.

It feels hard and cold to the touch, yet it carries a stable pulse of regular operation.

"It was really lucky that we had the idea of ​​building such a mainframe at that time."

Kana murmured to himself, his voice remarkably clear in the vast sea of ​​his consciousness.

At this moment, he felt the value of the world's mainframe even more deeply.

It not only reshaped the rules of the world, but also became the strongest fortress of Aegira's consciousness in the ultimate crisis of being devoured by the void.

The world host is rooted in the ocean of world consciousness, an ocean where the spirits and wills of all beings in Aigera converge.

It is not only a channel for the world to give back to all living beings, but at this moment it has also become a barrier for the will of all living beings to protect the core of the world.

This cold, logical machine effectively isolated some of the most direct impacts from the void will, maximizing the protection of the integrity of Aegira's original consciousness during its slumber.

This means the moment when the apocalypse of the void is finally repelled and the erosion stops.

Aegala will be able to wake up faster and more fully, and maintain a relatively good condition.

After all, by then the entire world of Aegira will inevitably be riddled with holes, and it would be a miracle if the main body of the Lebia continent could be preserved.

In typical world-devouring catastrophes, even if the world ultimately survives, its will is often severely damaged in its slumber. Upon awakening, its consciousness is blurred, its power is extremely weak, and it takes a long time to slowly recover and then guide the world to restore its vitality.

According to the knowledge that Cana inherited from the Titans, the window of opportunity for the "Golden Age" is relatively fixed, roughly two to three thousand years after the world's trauma has initially stabilized.

The faster and better the world's will recovers, the sooner it can mobilize the world's primordial power to help surviving life accelerate the restoration of the earth, reshape the ecology, and nurture new life.

This will allow us to usher in the golden age that holds endless opportunities and possibilities sooner.

That would be the most precious reward the world could give them after they fought desperately and finally succeeded in this inferno of blood and fire.

The existence of the global server greatly increases their chances of seizing this precious golden window of opportunity.

After standing silently beside the main unit for a moment, feeling the immense will and computing power contained beneath its cold exterior, protecting its sleeping mother, Kana's figure once again became illusory.

Consciousness detaches, returning to the material world.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the core area of ​​the City of the Ring Tower, at the highest point of his earthly divine kingdom, the Temple of Order.

The temple was bathed in a gentle yet powerful silvery light, isolating it from the noise and smoke of the outside world.

Through the enormous crystal window, one can look down at the brightly lit city below, a city that is tense yet still orderly, and further away, the outline of the Sighing Barrier defense line, which guards the continent like a silent behemoth.

Kana walked to the window, his silver-gray eyes reflecting the city lights and the occasional flashes of energy from the distant defense line.

The entire city is running at full speed.

The city was already overflowing with people. (End of Chapter)