Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 711 Research on the God of the Era

Dawn had not yet completely torn through the dark clouds over Black City, and the chill of the night still lingered in the air.

Tang Zijun had already put his black trench coat back on, the silver belt shimmering slowly in the dim morning light, exuding a deep and cold sense of power. He carefully folded the wool blanket on his shoulders, which still carried Tan Zhixin's warmth and fragrance, and handed it back to the woman standing at the door.

Tan Zhixin took the blanket, her fingers unconsciously stroking the soft wool. Without saying much, the morning light outlined her gentle facial features. In her clear eyes, the tenderness and warmth of last night had not completely faded, but were now covered by a clear layer of worry.

"Be careful." In the end, only these two words fell softly in the cool morning breeze.

Tang Zijun nodded, turned around, and his figure transformed into a streak of dark blue light in the gradually brightening morning light, instantly tearing apart the silence of Black City and heading towards a coordinate that transcended the dimensions of reality and led to the wasteland universe.

The objective of this trip is clear: to inspect the Dragon Group, to see how far this human spark, led by Fang Xin, has progressed in its struggle for survival in the wasteland universe and its misguided technological development; and incidentally, to bring back Shiyao. The wasteland world lacks a shadow world and an environment rich in negative energy, and Shiyao, an existence from the shadow world, has been lingering there for a long time, like a fish out of water, her energy inevitably depleting. We must bring her back.

However, before officially stepping into the desolate wasteland universe filled with unknown radiation, Tang Zijun's first stop was a special realm that exists outside of time—the End of Time.

Buzz!

Wandering through the cracks of time and space, the surrounding scenery transforms into a chaotic, shimmering expanse of light, ultimately returning to a deathly silence, an absolute void where even time itself seems to have frozen.

The end of time.

The place remains exactly as it was when Tang Zijun left last time: an eternal, suffocating silence, an absolute void without up, down, left, or right, and suspended at the center of this void, the unimaginably enormous planetary entity of the God of the Era, composed of countless gears, clocks, hourglasses, and pipelines flowing with liquid time.

Absolute stillness remained; if one had to pinpoint any difference...

Tang Zijun's gaze was instantly drawn to an extremely conspicuous attachment on the body of the God of the Epoch.

Between those massive gears and clockwork structures that slowly turn and flow with golden time fluid, a bizarrely shaped colossal building, like a parasitic beehive, firmly grows on the body of the God of the Era.

The building was constructed entirely of an unknown material, neither gold nor stone, shimmering with a cold metallic luster. Its structure was twisted and complex, filled with sharp angles and asymmetrical chambers that defied any known geometric aesthetics. Countless thick pipes and cables, radiating different energies, extended from the building like blood vessels and nerves, piercing deeply into the temporal structure of the God of the Era, seemingly frantically drawing or injecting something.

The entire building exudes an extremely unsettling aura, a mixture of ultimate precision and blasphemous nature. It is like a huge, cold tumor attached to the body of the god of time, conducting some kind of forbidden experiment that is beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Tang Zijun recognized the subject of the experiment at a glance—it was the same big gift he had brought last time.

The colossal remains of the Star God!

The once glorious, now lifeless core of the Star God is now firmly fixed in the center of this bizarre structure by countless giant mechanical arms and force field generators. On the broken surface of the Star God's remains, two completely different, yet equally terrifying forces are frantically fighting and eroding each other!

One is a viscous, wriggling, foul energy emanating a nauseating pinkish-purple halo. Like a living abscess, it spreads and multiplies at the cracks in the remnants of the Star God, exuding the signature, sensually distorted blasphemous aura of "pleasantly wriggling things."

The other is a deep, cold, tearing darkness that seems to devour all light and hope. This power is like a living thorn, spreading from the deepest wounds of the Star God's remains. Its shape is exactly the same as the three terrifying claw marks that tore through the void. This is the pollution mark from the nightmare that penetrated to the very source when the Star God fell.

At this moment, these two cosmic-level contaminants from different sources are like two venomous beasts locked in a cage on the remains of a dead star god, frantically tearing at, devouring, and assimilating each other. The pinkish-purple filthy pus tries to envelop and dissolve the nightmarish contaminants that resemble black thorns, while the cold black mist thorns keep piercing the pustules, drawing on the twisted power within to strengthen themselves.

The entire laboratory (if it could be called a laboratory) was filled with chilling energy screams and distorted fluctuations at the level of rules. Various data waterfalls composed of pure light streams and symbols, which Tang Zijun could not understand, were frantically refreshing and alarming on the huge virtual screen.

Just then, a gigantic window, formed from a frozen stream of time, opened before Tang Zijun. On the other side of the window, the enormous face of the God of Epochs, composed of gears and streams of light, appeared, his expression...utterly weary.

Countless tiny streams of data flowed across his enormous forehead, forming an information deluge that could drive any mortal mad in an instant.

"Tang Zijun." The voice of the God of the Era rang directly in Tang Zijun's consciousness, carrying an extremely rare sense of exhaustion, almost like that of a corporate slave working overtime to the point of collapse.

"I heard you were looking for me?" Tang Zijun stepped forward.

"The 'gift' you brought is truly...full of energy."

Tang Zijun twitched the corner of her mouth. "Shall we get straight to the point? Okay, that's fine. I thought we were going to exchange pleasantries, since...it seems like you don't even have anyone to chat with normally."

"I am a mechanical product; I don't need small talk, nor do I need anyone to chat with me."

The enormous eyes of the God of the Era (two rotating spacetime vortexes) looked down at the terrifying scene of the two types of pollution clashing madly.

"The pollution caused by the molluscs of pleasure is extremely spiritually polluting and proliferative, attempting to distort all orderly structures into a chaotic hell of pleasure."

"Nightmare contamination manifests as a tendency towards 'pure existential erasure' and 'ultimate nihilism,' the core of which lies in dismantling all structure, meaning, and existence itself."

"Interestingly..." The God of the Era's voice carried a hint of the excitement of a fanatical scientist discovering a new toy, though that excitement was masked by deep weariness. "The Great Old Ones' corruption, upon contact with Nightmare Corruption, exhibited extremely strong aggression and a voracious appetite. It seems to regard Nightmare Corruption as nourishment? Or perhaps... a higher form of chaos? It attempted to assimilate Nightmare Corruption, but the inherently ethereal nature of Nightmare Corruption, in turn, digested the chaotic structure of the Great Old Ones' corruption..."

He paused for a moment, and a massive stream of data flashed violently on his face.

"...They are annihilating each other in an extremely violent, inefficient way, yet revealing certain underlying rules. The data generated by this conflict is invaluable, crucial for understanding the nature of these two cosmic poisons, their impact on the rules, and even...speculating on the potential connection between 'Nightmare' and the Great Old Ones."

He looked at Tang Zijun, and the huge spacetime vortex eye emitted a faint light.

"I'm frantically revising and optimizing their models based on the real-time data generated from these adversarial experiments, especially focusing on how to leverage the mutual rejection and phagocytosis of contaminants to strengthen the barrier's filtering and rebound mechanisms. Once I make a breakthrough, I'll immediately share it with Suolin."

Tang Zijun looked at the two kinds of pollution tearing and annihilating each other on the remains of the Star God, then looked at the tumor-like laboratory on the massive body of the God of the Era, and its state of being both exhausted and extremely excited... A feeling of absurdity and shock arose spontaneously.

This god of time is truly conducting high-risk experiments with cosmic-level pollution sources, and seems to be enjoying it immensely.

However, Tang Zijun shook her head the next moment and interrupted the God of the Epoch. "The experiment plan is very good, but wait a minute. According to my understanding, Nightmares and the Great Old Ones should not attack each other."

Then, Tang Zijun briefly recounted what Scáthach had told him about nightmares and the Great Old Ones.

The God of the Era's enormous face paused slightly in the window, and his brows, composed of gears and streams of light, seemed to furrow slightly. His enormous spacetime vortex eye stared at Tang Zijun, and complex logical deductions emerged from the torrent of flowing data.

"Your understanding... is based on macroscopic observation."

The voice of the God of the Era echoed in Tang Zijun's consciousness, no longer weary or fanatical, but entering a purely cold mode of logical analysis.

The "Nightmare" itself ignores the Great Old Ones, and the Great Old Ones also ignore the "Nightmare" itself. Since this phenomenon was provided by the gods, it should have sufficient credibility. Therefore... the problem lies in...

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His gaze suddenly shifted to the two streams of pollution in the laboratory below, which were frantically tearing at and annihilating each other on the remains of the Star God: the pollution of pinkish-purple, writhing pleasure and the pollution of deep, cold nightmares. Data streams were being refreshed wildly in front of his huge forehead, as intense as a supernova explosion.

"...Why do they exhibit such strong interactivity when they exist as samples detached from the source?"

Even...aggressiveness?

Tang Zijun's gaze was equally sharp. His mind raced, combining his understanding of the Chaos Pollution after devouring the power of the Sleeping Lord of the Deep Sea with the madness he was witnessing. A clear and cold deduction took shape in his mind.

"Perhaps it's because...they've escaped control?" Tang Zijun's voice carried a hint of uncertain speculation. "Whether it's nightmares or pleasurable crawling creatures, when their corrupting power escapes the direct control of their original will, they are forcibly stripped away, imprisoned, or... trapped like this in a limited space..."

He pointed to the two energies below, which seemed to be fighting each other like living beings.

"These pollutants, having lost their master," no longer possess the clear instruction and objective. They are no longer extensions of the "nightmare's" will, nor the tentacles of pleasurable, crawling desires; they have degenerated into... the most primitive, most instinctive state of chaotic pollution!

Tang Zijun spoke faster.

"In a state of ownerless chaos, they are left with only the instincts to pollute, assimilate, distort, and expand. They are the poison of the universe, the virus of rules. Their sole purpose is to infect, devour, and transform all ordered structures they can come into contact with, dragging them into their own chaotic realm."

His gaze was fixed on the two streams of pollution that were eroding each other.

"And when two sources of contamination, both in this state of uncontrolled chaos, are forcibly squeezed into the same small petri dish..."

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"What will happen to them?"

"They would be like two starving, ferocious beasts of different species trapped in a cage. They no longer have orders from their superiors to ignore each other; they are left only with the most primal survival instincts—competing for contaminated matter/energy carriers, for assimilation into established order, and even... regarding each other as 'potable nutrients' or competitors that must be eliminated."

On the enormous face of the God of the Era, the flashing frequency of the data stream suddenly increased to a terrifying level, as if countless supercomputers had completed billions of calculations in an instant. In the huge spacetime vortex eye, it seemed as if countless stars were colliding and annihilating!

"Contaminated samples detached from the original entity no longer exhibit behavioral patterns constrained by the entity's will, reverting to their polluting instincts." Driven by this instinct, different pollutants, in close proximity, high-concentration, and limited-carrier environments, will spontaneously engage in intense interactions—including attacks, engulfment, and annihilation—due to competition for resources (polluting carriers/the power to distort rules) and a natural aversion/devouring desire to each other's polluting essence.

Sleeve's gaze was fixed on the red fur frantically enveloping and devouring a small patch of nightmare black mist, while another, larger patch of nightmare black mist pierced through the core of the red fur's pus-filled pustule like a poisonous thorn.

"as....

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The God of Eras seemed to be looking for a common metaphor, and finally, an extremely crude yet incredibly vivid word popped out from the vast consciousness within his sleeve.

"...Like two blobs of excrement from different owners locked in a toilet stall, once out of their owners' control, they will fight over the limited space due to microbial fermentation, chemical reactions, and the struggle for control."

Tang Zijun: "————"

Although the metaphor is extremely vulgar, it's actually quite accurate in describing the situation.

The God of the Era, his voice laced with a fanatical thirst for calculation, continued, "This means that the 'mutual exclusion effect of contamination' is real, existing at the very bottom level of the chaotic rules."

"But this is just our speculation." Tang Zijun shook her head slightly. "Whether it's the Old Ones or nightmares, they are not beings we can conceive of with our minds. Their existence is itself immeasurable to us..."

"It sounds like you've gone through something while you were gone." The God of the Era shifted his gaze from the Star God's corpse to Tang Zijun.

I guess so.

Tang Zijun didn't hide anything too much; he simply patted his belt.

"I have just devoured a living Great Old One."

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