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The continent of Tet.

Aindriel's convictions have never been so pure.

When he arrived, he was already enraged by the scene before him, and because of the pride of the elves, he only believed in his own power.

But now, he no longer tries to kill them independently, but completely trusts the intelligence obtained at the cost of his life.

As the Shadow Scythe briefly solidified again due to the attack, it was simultaneously slowed by the Night Watch mage's arcane chains and the elven captain's vine spell—

"Moonlight Assault!"

Aindriel transformed into a streak of moonlight that pierced through the battlefield, his twin blades merging into one, and he recklessly thrust towards the marked core in the left rib area, disregarding his own defenses.

The timing was precise to the millimeter!
"Tsk-!"

The void body, imbued with the power of the rules of destruction, was pierced by the elven fighting spirit and the power of nature, which were concentrated to the extreme.

The Shadow Scythe emitted a silent, soul-piercing shriek as its body twisted and disintegrated violently.

It attempted to unleash its destructive energy in a final counterattack, but the Night Watch mage and elven ranger, who had been gathering their strength, precisely blasted the pent-up energy into the wound.

"Boom!" The condensed dark core exploded.

The destructive assassin was completely disintegrated amidst the clash of silver-green light and the energy of the Night Watch, turning into a dissipating cloud of purplish-black stardust.

On the battlefield after the catastrophe, Aindriel gasped for breath, looking at the surviving, wounded Night's Watch warriors, at the unwavering light in their eyes, and felt nothing but respect.

The Night Watch...they saved more than just this village.

Their conviction was like a ray of light piercing through the long, dark night.

That's how elves are.

Arrogant yet romantic and sentimental.

The sound of hooves thundered, and the earth trembled.

The elves were delighted to see a large number of Night's Watch troops pouring into the outer edge of the forest.

The uniform dark armor resembled a torrent of steel.

The commander of the Lightbringer Legion was ruthless and efficient: "Construct a defensive line! Purify the area! Repel the void debris!"

Folded defensive walls unfolded with a clang, the pure light of the Holy Light Purification Tower illuminated the battlefield, large war machines rolled over the crystallized land, spewing alchemical flames, and medical teams shuttled through the ruins to rescue the wounded.

The surviving elven warriors, including the exhausted elders, the blood-soaked and remorseful Kelas, Farea, and Elian, all looked at this powerful alien army with complex expressions.

They stood shoulder to shoulder with the Night Watch's squadron, together building a bulwark to protect life on the edge of the village, before the ever-expanding Void Rift.

Aindriel gazed at the newly formed defensive line, then at the figures fighting under the Night's Watch banner, and silently recited in his heart: The will of the Night's Watch... This light of dawn will surely tear apart the doomsday words of the void.

The City Around the Tower—Headquarters of the Night Watch.

Central Command Hall.

The air was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.

This atmosphere has been going on for a long time.

In the central command hall beneath the massive hemispherical dome, the magical projection screen, which normally glows with a calm blue light, is now filled with a glaring blood red, representing a danger zone.

The rapid stream of encrypted communication flows like an invisible waterfall, surging endlessly through invisible channels.

Alyris stood before the central semi-circular map, her silver hair tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and eyes like blood-red gemstones.

She wore a silver-gray commander's uniform adorned with the Night's Watch insignia, her posture upright, radiating a subtle aura of power that was both strength and majesty.

She silently received and analyzed the massive amount of information pouring in from all over the world.

"...Confirmed, the Void Gate of Hamton Town is suppressed! The 'Guardians' squad prayed for the help of [Thunderspine], killed a legendary Void Creature 'Annihilation Maw', and forced back a suspected intelligent Fallen Legendary. The Third Legion of the Lightbringers has completely taken control of the outer perimeter, and the purification process has been initiated!"

The officer in the information processing department spoke very quickly, his voice tired but unable to hide his excitement.

After all, this is the only known successful case of Voidgate control at this stage.

The Void Gate has been brought under control, which is definitely good news and will greatly boost morale.

"...The large rift in the Verdant Forest has been brought under control. A legendary void creature, 'Shadow Scythe,' has been killed by the local guardian elf legend 'Aindril,' in conjunction with our Night Watchers squad."

"Casualties... are severe. Part of the elven village has been destroyed, and civilian losses are still being tallied. The sixth and seventh combined legions of the Lightbringers have arrived and are reinforcing the defensive line!" another officer reported immediately afterward, his tone heavy.

"Report! The rift in the 'Iron Ridge Mountains' in the eastern part of the mainland has broken through the blockade! Two night patrol teams... have been wiped out! When the subsequent reinforcement teams arrived, the contaminated area had nearly doubled in size."

"The 11th Legion barely managed to establish a ring blockade after paying a heavy price! The evacuation of civilians is lagging behind!" This bad news caused the temperature in the command hall to plummet.

Not every rift can coincidentally receive the help it deserves, especially now that every rift produces a Void Legend.

In such an emergency, with people all over the world, many remote areas simply cannot provide support.

"...The 'Coral Reef Outpost,' a small island off the coast of Storm Sea, has lost contact! The fissure energy readings it was responsible for monitoring spiked abnormally before losing contact, exceeding the normal upper limit by three times."

"It is judged to be out of control. There are no of our main forces nearby. Reinforcements will take at least six hours."

Another bad news came.

This time, there weren't even any nearby troops.

Alyris's fingertip lightly traced the edge of the holographic map, and the red dot representing danger flickered.

Her face was calm as water, but a storm was brewing deep in her eyes.

One of the staff officers in the command post, a human mage with a resolute face and sharp eyes like a hawk, suddenly stood up, his voice loud but carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

"Your Honor! The situation is worse than anticipated. The contamination from the two out-of-control rifts is expanding rapidly, and the garrison has suffered heavy losses."

"The pressure on the front lines of the Abyss Bloodbath is immense, but... should we consult His Majesty Kana? If there is divine guidance, or even... if His Majesty could personally intervene to seal or purify some of the rifts, the crisis would be resolved immediately!"

His suggestion was met with murmurs of agreement from several combatants.

In their eyes, the power of the gods is the ultimate trump card to turn the tide of fate.

Kana always brings the greatest confidence.

Areris's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the staff officer.

Her voice was calm yet firm, carrying an undeniable power, like the cold moonlight brushing against the noise: "Rejected."

Two words: resolute and decisive.

The hall fell silent instantly.

"There are three reasons."

Aliris's voice carried clearly through the silence:

"First, as the savior god, Kana's battlefield extends beyond this. His confrontation with the Abyss God involves something far more important. If he is transferred now, the will of the Abyss will have no more scruples, and that will be the true catastrophe."

She raised her hand, pointing to the dozen or so red dots on the hologram representing rifts or void gates, and even more dark red areas representing the extent of contamination. "Secondly, these are merely the vanguard. The prelude to destruction. If even this initial impact cannot be contained and cleared away on its own, requiring repeated interventions from the gods to stabilize the situation, then 'salvation' itself becomes a false proposition."

"What is the meaning of our Night's Watch's beliefs, training, and sacrifices? What is the point of talking about the final battle?"

Her gaze swept over every face, filled with earnest expectations and a heavy sense of responsibility.

"Third, this crisis was a stress test for our preparations. It exposed our weaknesses, but it also tempered our will."

"The arrival of the divine spear is the greatest support Kana has received in his desperate situation. It proves that faith and will can transcend levels. If we always expect the omniscience and omnipotence of the gods, we will never be able to truly stand up."

"This is a trial we all face together, our first roar against the end of the world! We must overcome it!"
"Order all departments: consolidate defenses, prioritize securing existing blockade lines! Mobilize reserves and all available resources to reinforce the out-of-control nodes! Let the world see the Night's Watch's backbone, which will never be crushed by the Void!"

An invisible aura spread with her words.

The doubts vanished, replaced by a deeper solemnity and resolute determination. The Chief of Operations took a deep breath and pounded his chest: "Understood! Yes, Your Honor!"

The instructions, like an activated chain, were quickly passed down, and the hall was once again filled with a busy yet orderly rhythm.

Alysse sat back down, her expression becoming worried.

This information was given to Kana a long time ago.

The abyss seemed to have sensed the invasion of the void.

The attacks on the Blood Pit Fortress on the battlefield intensified considerably, but ultimately no god-level power intervened.

However, this also prevented Raylia and the others from being distracted and returning to provide support.

Moreover, even if they were to return, it would be impossible for them to reach all the places in time.

The Night's Watch is not powerless to contain every rift; the problem is that their power has not yet reached the point where it covers the entire world.

Some remote areas are simply beyond our reach.

In some areas, the population density was insufficient or there were not enough senior personnel, which made it impossible to resist the attack, resulting in considerable losses.

They can only try their best to minimize the damage and loss. Once the support from all sides arrives today, the harm caused by the Void Vanguard will be brought under control in an instant.

As for Kana, after replying to the message, he disappeared without a trace.

Ariris had a vague feeling that Kana was not in the abyss.

It seems to be outside the world.

The perspective is elevated to an unimaginably vast scale.

This is the vast and boundless astral realm.

The world they inhabit is not an isolated island; it is more like a candle burning fiercely, stubbornly illuminating its existence against the backdrop of eternal silence.

However, in this world, there is a colossal entity nearby.

It was so vast it was suffocating, covering every corner of the astral plane within sight.

It is not an individual entity, nor is it a pure aggregate of energy.

It is like the final calamity born from the complete denial, crushing, and ultimate demise of the concept of "existence"—the Void Cluster.

Viewed from a great distance, it resembles a filthy mass composed of billions of organisms, constantly writhing and expanding, its surface entangled with countless filthy tentacles formed from a pure desire for destruction.

These tentacles, as thick as galaxies and mountains, as fine as drifting spider silk, twist and coil or wave wildly, together weaving a colossal web of flesh and blood large enough to envelop and devour the entire world.

The world's light was being greedily devoured by this twisted entity.

The tips of the tentacles, like needles dripping with putrid liquid, had already pierced the membrane of the world.

Dozens of tiny, purplish-black "pustules" appeared on the surface of the world. These were the "entrances" through which the tentacles forcibly pierced the rules of the world and sent a torrent of destruction into the interior—the "cracks" or "gates to the void" that humans could see inside.

In this desperate situation, a glimmer of light appeared somewhere on the membrane of the world.

The light was initially insignificant, but in the absolute darkness of the astral plane, it was like a retrograde new star.

Kana!

He did not appear in a humble manner as a human being. At this moment, He revealed His true divine form, the manifestation of the rules of salvation.

He stands above the void of the astral plane, with no support beneath his feet.

The pure white divine robe was adorned with mysterious runes outlined in liquid gold, swaying gently with the turbulent energy currents of the astral plane, yet the hem of the robe remained perfectly still.

The halo behind his head spun at an unprecedented speed, with countless miniature runes appearing and disappearing, like an independently operating energy ring, radiating a cold and pure light of order, creating a "pure land" around him that was untouched by the power of the void.

The arms, constructed of a silvery mithril-like material, were exposed outside the robe, their surface adorned with flowing, regular crimson patterns that now blazed like lava, displaying unparalleled divine power.

His eyes were now the complete focus of divinity, with blazing golden light replacing the pupils. Countless star trails swirled rapidly within them, each point of light calculating, deducing, and deconstructing the structure and nodes of those dozens of filthy tentacles that were trying to burrow into the world.

All information about the entire world and beyond is gathered and reorganized in His data core to form a perfect tactical model.

Suddenly, He raised a hand.

There was no grand display, no violent energy fluctuations.

The silver divine hand, dripping with blood, merely made a "severing" motion towards the outer side of the root of the filthy tentacle that was closest to Him, thickest, and deepest.

The movements were elegant and precise, as if plucking invisible strings.

However, at that moment, it let out a silent lament.

A "slash" whose shape and color could not be described was born.

The slash ignored the surface of the tentacles, and even the barriers of time and space, reaching its target the instant it was unleashed.

The enormous, wildly twisting tentacle, capable of easily shredding celestial bodies, silently developed a perfect, pure white "break" slightly outside the point of contact with the world membrane.

It was as if the most exquisite craftsman, with the sharpest knife, had cut the strongest rope.

The massive tentacle behind it suddenly convulsed violently, and was then propelled into the depths of the astral plane by immense inertia. What gushed out from its broken end was no longer filthy pus, but the most primordial chaotic energy and pure, void fragments left behind after being "erased" by the rules!
His actions did not stop.

With a light stroke of the finger, it's as if one is creating a painting that satisfies them.

The second, third, fourth... equally indescribable rule-based strikes quietly appeared, precisely landing at the roots of different filthy tentacles.

With each strike, a channel connecting the world and transmitting disaster inward is severed at its most vulnerable root.

This is why only a dozen or so fissures are perceived within the world.

It was those tentacles that slipped through Kana's grasp, the smallest and most hidden ones, or those that happened to be in the brief intervals when Kana needed to recharge, that ultimately succeeded in piercing the world membrane and manifesting as the source of the internal catastrophe.

Its divine might is like a prison, protecting silently.

With his divine body, Kana built an invisible, ultimate defense line outside the world, using rules as his sharpest blade.

His gaze was as cold as ice, reflecting the all-consuming darkness deep within the astral plane, yet his hands did not pause. (End of Chapter)