blogombal Chapter 280: The World Where Only the Speaker Was Injured Has Been Achieved
Chapter 280: The World Where Only the Speaker Was Injured Has Been Achieved
Chapter 280: The World Where Only the Speaker Was Injured Has Been Achieved
The mission is not Modi's main motivation, and the Evolution Game is not his true superior. He would not sacrifice hundreds of millions of humans in Paradise just to complete the mission faster.
Judging from the mission content, the Evolution Games seem to have abandoned this world, denied the struggles made by Pandora, and specially sent the Chosen Ones in to break the deadlock.
But Mordy never denied this; on the contrary, he admired this struggle for survival.
If in the end he has no conflict of interest with Pandora and Paradise, he might consider helping them out.
"At worst, I'll just open a portal myself and take Skran back to Xuanxing. I've already noted the coordinates."
The current situation demands that they resolve the Gate of Oblivion that lies across the wasteland and completely destroy it, only then can they curb the endless hordes of soldiers from the Death Curse Realm.
"If quality isn't enough, quantity will make up for it. Pandora, you inherited the legacy of the old human government; you must have quite a few weapons of mass destruction in your inventory, right?"
Modi thought to himself, since it was a desolate wilderness and wouldn't affect Paradise, it didn't matter how much it was bombed.
Even if the explosion causes problems such as a nuclear winter, the people inside will not be affected by the artificial ecosystem of Paradise.
"There are indeed many weapons of mass destruction inherited from the old era, but I have already tried them not long ago."
A scene appeared on the projection screen: the Gate of Oblivion stood within it, from which a constant stream of Death Curse minions poured forth.
The missile, trailing flames, crashed to the ground, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Death Curse's remnants on the ground would be wiped out.
But the world is full of surprises. Hundreds of meters above the ground, ripples spread across the sky. Each ripple represented a missile disappearing into the sky.
Seeing this scene, Skran frowned deeply, and the wrinkles on his head were clearly visible.
"This is some kind of aerial technique, that is, spatial teleportation technology."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
"That's too extravagant. A spatial teleportation covering an unknown radius—how much energy would that consume per second?"
"At least the Darklight Council can't afford this electricity bill," Mordy said quietly, then muttered to himself, "My Blood God Cult could, but we don't need this method."
To reiterate, that's too extravagant; they have more economical and practical protective measures.
He stared at the screen again, watching the missile disappear, and felt a sense of déjà vu.
Have I seen something similar somewhere before?
Modi fell into deep thought, searching through his memories. Pandora continued, "The barrier isolates the wasteland, preventing my mechanical troops from entering, while the enemy's retinue can come out. This is the first hurdle we need to overcome."
Pandora said she was powerless to solve the problem and turned her attention to Skran.
Skran looked troubled. His expertise in the field of space was not profound. To remove the spatial barrier, he would probably have to rely on that person.
It's normal for deities to know a lot of things.
Naturally, he turned his gaze to Mordy, and Pandora followed suit.
Seemingly sensing two eager gazes, Mo Di trembled, looked up, and had a strange expression.
Why are you all looking at me?
"Ahem, to my shame, I am not very skilled in spatial arts... so I can only rely on you."
Modi looked at him suspiciously, thinking to himself: As expected of the Dark Light Speaker, he said this without batting an eye, his skin is probably thicker than a city wall.
He didn't believe that Skran was powerless to do anything about it. The Paiguang Council possessed the legacy of the God of Light and had traveled to multiple worlds, so they had many more trump cards up their sleeves.
They said they had no choice, but in reality, they didn't want to reveal their hand, so they passed the buck to him.
Stroking his smooth chin, Modi chuckled, "I do have some ideas about that."
After flipping through his memories, he recalled the source of the déjà vu from a memory document titled "Frostbite Giant Spider.tt".
He had seen this move before.
"Based on the characteristics of the barrier shown in the image, and the data you provided, I have reason to suspect that this is a variant of a spell."
He skillfully accessed the intranet and projected a model, which was none other than the Gate of Oblivion and the barriers around it.
"That spell is called Void Barrier. You all know its effect: it transfers physical entities and energy to another space. I don't know where that barrier connects to, but I guess it's some kind of dimensional rift."
With a light touch of the fingertip on the projection, numerous physical projectiles and beams symbolizing energy weapons appeared around the model.
These attacks struck the barrier, immediately creating ripples and lightning effects.
The more frequent and powerful the attacks, the more pronounced the ripples and lightning effects generated by the barrier.
Staring at the projection, Skran seemed to understand something, while the more perceptive Pandora had already noticed something amiss.
She immediately issued an order to launch another attack on the Gate of Oblivion, specifically instructing that energy weapons should be the primary means of attack.
Around the world, on land-based and sea-based platforms under her control, swarm missiles, upgraded and improved from fusion nuclear missiles, are being launched.
Beyond the barrier of the wasteland, a land-based combat platform slowly moved forward. Upon receiving orders, the shipborne plasma emitter slowly turned, launching clusters of high-energy plasma spheres.
Thousands of miles away, Pandora uses probe drones outside the barrier and satellites in space as eyes and ears to keep a close watch on the battle.
The first to arrive were swarm missiles. These small but incredibly powerful missiles only created ripples when they hit the barrier, seemingly having no effect whatsoever.
Immediately afterwards, the plasma projectile joined the fray, crashing into the void barrier and creating ripples that also unleashed a series of dazzling lightning bolts.
The latter produces more noticeable special effects than the former.
"It works." Pandora nodded slightly.
"What's effective?" Skran asked subconsciously, still trying to decipher the meaning behind the projection.
"The void barrier has a transfer threshold; parts exceeding the threshold will disintegrate on their own. Compared to energy weapons, the void barrier is better at transferring physical objects."
Modi's lips curled up. He possessed the Frostbite Giant Spider's inheritance and naturally understood the weaknesses of the Void Barrier.
"Use energy weapons to deal with it as much as possible, concentrate the attack on one area, and create an opening that allows troops to enter and exit."
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"learn."
Even before he made those remarks, Pandora had already deployed several land-based combat platforms, ordering them to concentrate their firepower on a particular area.
The swarm missile launches continued uninterrupted, but this time she issued a subtle instruction.
All swarm missiles will automatically detonate when they approach a certain range of the barrier, in order to prevent them from being transported away by the barrier.
The consequences of a missile explosion, such as the shockwave and intense heat, can also effectively damage the void barrier.
The main reason was that she had too many swarm missiles in stock, and this was just a way to clear out the inventory.
..."Sclan couldn't speak, feeling completely out of place.
He shouldn't be here; he should be outside.
There were three people in the operations center, and he was the only slacker. Even Skran himself felt that Pandora's gaze towards him was full of disdain, even though Pandora didn't seem to have any emotion at the moment.
While Mordy and Pandora chatted and laughed, he remained sullen, only the world of Skran's injury was achieved.
Regardless of the slackers in the team, Pandora believed she had made the right decision.
Upon first seeing the two, Pandora judged them to be the Chosen Ones, and her subsequent observations confirmed this.
She had considered striking first and killing the two, but she ultimately did not, even though, in her view, the two were already very different from humans.
She wanted to see if the two men could help her and break the shackles that had plagued Paradise for years.
In retrospect, the latter failed, but the former succeeded.
Next, all we need to do is destroy the barrier and try to win by sheer numbers, and we can solve this problem.
Calculating the success rate, Pandora came to a conclusion.
"My success rate will be an astonishing 80% from now on," she said with a blank expression.
Modi and Skran exchanged a glance, both seeing a bad look in each other's eyes.
"I have a feeling this is setting some kind of flag..." Modi muttered.
Hopefully nothing unexpected will happen later.
Speaking of which, where did Frank go? Did he summon the Forgotten Legion and run away?
Modi glanced discreetly at the focused Pandora, then quietly activated the divine seal and began some clandestine activities.
The Gate of Oblivion, deep underground.
In a vast, dimly lit space, surrounded by countless converging chiral crystals, sat a black double-helix statue.
Upon receiving the signal from Modi, the divine seal revived, and the surrounding chiral crystals bloomed like flowers, emitting a faint orange-yellow light that illuminated the newly opened underground space.
Since the Gate of Oblivion descended, the divine seal sensed the danger and sank down on its own, eroding the surrounding soil and rocks, gradually carving out this underground space.
In this process, the legendary item Hellforge played a crucial role. It was embedded in the divine seal and, combined with technology obtained from Pandora, created a worm that feeds on soil and rocks.
Now, the worm is lying dormant underground, undergoing further modification and adjustment by the divine seal.
"Chairol crystals are truly versatile, but unfortunately Pandora is limited by its programming and its research on them is not very in-depth, still at the level of using them to boil water... This is simply burying its potential."
Modi's will descended into the divine seal, observing the chiral crystals scattered on the ground. With a thought, the crystals emitted an even stronger light.
The crystal clusters began to expand outwards, spreading to the nearby soil and rocks, and clusters of crystal buds emerged from them, growing into palm-shaped crystal prototypes.
"I never expected that incorporating nanorobots into chiral crystals would produce this effect."
He had a complex feeling, always thinking that he had created something extraordinary.
The original chiral crystals required a certain concentration of chiral material to expand and proliferate.
Those that he modified no longer require this prerequisite; they can transform inorganic rocks and soil, and their expansion capabilities are greatly enhanced.
"Give them enough time, and one day they may become a new kind of life."
The signal jumps through the nodes of the Chiral network, like thoughts in the brain, transmitting Mordi's command to the entire crystal carpet.
The crystal carpet stopped expanding and instead grew something resembling plant roots, but instead of downwards, it grew upwards.
It burrows into the soil, chisels through the rocks, and its roots extend upwards. At the top is a structure similar to the mouthparts of a lamprey, with rings of fine, sharp teeth that chew the soil and rocks.
Once it reaches a certain height, the crystalline root stops growing, and at the same time, the structure at the top changes, becoming similar in shape to an eyeball.
With its eyeballs tightly closed, it sensed the vibrations of the ground and attempted to connect with the remaining chiral material on the ground.
After waiting for several tens of seconds, the first signal was received, followed by the second, the third...
"Thirty-seven left. It's such a pity that my huge crystal flower field was completely ruined by the Death Curse's familiars."
Modi sighed. If he hadn't transferred some of the chiral crystals in time, even the underground ones would probably be gone.
The Cursed Monarch, Frank, I'll remember this grudge!
With only thirty-seven nodes remaining, Mordy casually surveyed the Gate of Oblivion and its surroundings, openly accessing secrets unseen by Pandora.
"Hmm, so many Death Curse Familiars, but most of them are low-level units without reason, the kind that can wipe out a large number of enemies with a single AoE attack."
"They even have different troop types? Oh, so there are high-ranking family members commanding them. I wonder what their technological level is like... Wait, what's that?"
A large shadow fell across the sky. Modi paused for a moment, then slowly looked up.
Through the perspective of the remaining chiral crystal, he saw more than one airship slowly drifting in the sky, enveloped in black mist.
"Living airships?" He examined these uniquely shaped airships, trying to discern some clues from their lifelike structure.
These airships are alive, resembling enlarged versions of nautiluses, with the rear half being the shell and the front half being tentacles extending outwards. They have bizarre shapes but possess a strange, twisted beauty.
At least that's what Modi thinks.
Modi examined them closely and discovered many magical lights on the shells, indicating that each airship was imbued with numerous spells. Although not as powerful as the landships under Pandora, they were still war behemoths.
"Most importantly, there are so many of these things, and the number is constantly increasing... Damn it, how come I've never heard of these things appearing on the battlefields of the Central Plains?"
A whooshing sound came from the horizon, followed by a series of explosions.
Swarms of missiles pierced the mass of Cursed Kin, exploding into mushroom clouds that rose into the air. Countless Cursed Kin were reduced to ashes in the intense heat, and even the Nautilus airship in the sky was partially destroyed.
The shockwave spread outwards, causing the unaffected airships to shake violently before stabilizing in the air after activating their shields.
A hot breeze swept by, and the chiral crystals on the ground picked up the signal. Mordy knew that Pandora had shattered the barrier.
"Tsk, there are only twenty-five nodes left on the ground."
Modi pursed his lips, noticing a mental fluctuation coming from nearby.
Frank appeared aboard a Nautilus airship, his brow furrowed, and said coldly, "The barrier you set up has been broken. You know what will happen next."
Before him stood a man in black robes with his back to him, his entire body tightly wrapped in black robes, with only four whiskers visible on his face.
Upon hearing his voice, the man in black robes didn't turn around, his voice hoarse as he said, "I know, but... this is nothing but a meaningless struggle."
As the words fell, the Nautilus airships, which had been silent in the air, finally came to life. Magical light flashed across their shells, and their tentacles stretched outward, revealing the dark muzzle in the center.
The man in black robes didn't say anything more; he simply raised his hand slowly and then lowered it.
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a mental wave spread in all directions, suddenly bursting forth in the surroundings.