Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 385 Coming

Large beads of cold sweat silently trickled down his temples.

The gatekeeper stopped looking at him.

Those all-consuming vortex eyes were cast back into the endless void, as if piercing through the thick dimensional barrier, and into the countless greedy and cold gazes that had been awakened deep within the universe.

His unchanging stone sculpture posture relaxed slightly.

It wasn't despair, but a sense of relief.

A sense of weariness that comes from waiting for countless epochs and exhausting the sands of time... finally witnessing the beginning of the final chapter.

A kind of calm acceptance of the inevitability of rules and the inevitable fate of the end of all things.

A deep anticipation for the arrival of that final, destructive torrent, that will utterly end this long wait...

"What was bound to happen... has finally happened." The gatekeeper's sigh was as subtle as dust, yet it resounded deep within Rebaton's soul, leaving behind an empty echo and a picture of despair... of the kingdom gradually taking shape on the ashes of silent burning.

Meanwhile! Robin stood alone atop the blood-stained, scorched earth. The collision with that wisp of rule-based will that shot from afar, like a resounding bell, completely awakened the power of a third-tier Order Knight within him!

An unprecedented sense of control filled his entire body, as if the chaotic fragments of laws flowing between heaven and earth had become as docile as streams in the face of his cold will!
boom--! ! !
Dark clouds condensed in the deep sky, like a cold iron curtain covering the churning, chaotic sea below.

A massive, strangely structured aircraft, made entirely of dark, unknown metal and resembling the grotesque skeleton of a deep-sea whale, hovers beneath this iron curtain, as still as a corpse frozen in amber of time and space.

The ship's surface is etched with countless complex flowing runes that would dazzle even legendary mages. At this moment, one of the rune groups is emitting a stable and eerie purple light, condensing into a highly targeted law cone.

Melinda stood alone on the deck at the bow of the whalebone ship.

A fierce wind howled between the sea and the sky, causing her wizard's robes to flutter wildly, as if enveloping her in a never-ending undercurrent. Her short, silver-gray hair was pulled back by the wind-blade-like airflow, revealing a section of her neck with lines as hard and white as a precipice.

Those deep purple pupils, like inorganic glass, were now staring intently at the seemingly empty void ahead, where only the wind and clouds shifted.

It's not a line of sight in the physical sense, but rather a kind of higher-dimensional rule-based locking.

“Fluctuation…confirmed…” Beside her, an old woman, shrouded in an elaborate silver-blue mage robe and with her face completely obscured by the shadow of her hood, hovered her hands above a floating crystal ball. Her withered lips moved, but her voice clearly pierced through the howling wind, “'Dragon Devourer' breaks through the limit…the 'Veil' resonance point of the 'Watcher's' 'Veil'…has finally…appeared!”

“Robin…” Melinda’s lips curved slightly upwards, not in a smile, but in a deep, unfathomable crack. The name lingered between her teeth, carrying a complex and indescribable meaning—admiration? Disdain? Or perhaps the instinctive excitement of a hunter confirming the location of their target?

"As expected... it didn't disappoint me." This disappointment was by no means a compliment, but rather a cold confirmation that a gamble had finally been won. She needed this variable, but she was also wary of how it would ultimately turn out.

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing through the endless void before her, as if precisely aimed at the depths of that distant continent, at that being radiating an aura like a blazing lighthouse—Robin's "Dragon Devourer" Tier 3 body.

At the same time, deeper still, another faint resonance, as ancient and constant as the cosmic background radiation, yet ultimately stirred, was also firmly captured by her!

The Gatekeeper! The ultimate guardian of that continent and the secret itself! The "veil" of laws that had been dormant for so long and woven over countless epochs was finally disturbed by these two forces, creating an indelible ripple at the level of rules!

“The other one… finally couldn’t hide it anymore!” Melinda whispered, her voice like the scraping of cold iron.

The gatekeeper's exposure was her true, ultimate goal.

Robin was ultimately the key that unlocked the last door.

"Prepare for shuttle node docking!" Melinda suddenly looked up, her purple eyes flashing with a cold light!

Om-! ! !
Deep within the colossal whale-bone warship, it was as if a monstrous beast from the abyss had awakened!

The side compartments on both sides of the ship, covered with thick keratinous armor, slid slowly backward like the ribs of a giant beast!

What was exposed was not a jet nozzle, but two rows of... enormous, ferocious, bony paddles resembling the limbs of an ancient Titan centipede!
Each oar is completely black, with a dark, liquid metal-like sheen flowing across its surface!
"Void Propeller - Activate!" A command, accompanied by a powerful, humming sound, emanated from the core of the bridge!

Whoosh—whoosh—! !!
Those enormous bone oars didn't move the seawater or the air! They pierced directly into the seemingly "empty" space around the ship!

Like a scalding hot knife cutting into solidified grease!
With each heavy stroke, the oars cut through the thin film of the most basic physical laws of the universe, tearing, wrinkling, and piling up!
The friction between the oars and space sparked countless tiny, shimmering sparks of the laws of nature! These sparks were not flames, but rather fragments of the most fundamental spacetime rules that had been forcibly stripped away and briefly materialized!
The colossal whalebone ship, amidst this scene that completely defies physical intuition, began to "accelerate" violently, as if forcibly propelled by an invisible spatial turbulence!
The scene around it instantly distorted and stretched! The chaotic ocean below turned into shattered, backward-surging blocks of color! The solidified steel clouds above were churned and rolled!
But this "acceleration" has absolutely nothing to do with jet propulsion!

It's more like... space itself, propelled by the oars, developed a strange "fluid" property, pushing this ship of laws toward the locked, "leaking" spacetime coordinates!

The speed is increasing rapidly! So fast that space itself can't withstand it, creating a constantly shattering and healing dark horizon around the ship!
The target was crystal clear—the legendary Coronel Islands, hidden behind endless sea fog and the veil of laws… the final isolated island, the lost land!
The whalebone ship pierced through the void, each heavy stroke of its oars accompanied by a thunderous sound that seemed to tear apart the barriers between planes.

The sea barrier ahead, protected by countless spatial turbulence and legendary storms—the natural barrier of the Coronel Islands—was like solid ice scorched by molten lava. However, the unknown metallic light flowing from the oars forcibly "melted" open a tunnel that was constantly expanding and filled with thousands of shattered mirror images inside!
Like a deep-sea shark pouncing on its prey, the fleet accelerated instantly into the deep, ever-expanding vortex of spacetime, which resembled the esophagus of a giant beast.

(End of this chapter)