[SYSTEM WARNING: 40 minutes remaining until mission failure…]
[35 minutes remaining until mission failure…]
[27 minutes remaining until mission failure…]
[Mission failure… 10 minutes…………&%……]
Atiste: “What the hell! What’s happening? Don’t mess with me, Tongzi! Is your countdown even accurate?”
The system had been reporting errors.
However, the real-time visual feed provided by the system was not experiencing any issues.
Dorechiut, having transformed into his true Blood Clan form, flew through the air holding the unfinished Holy Sword.
A piece was missing from his chest—the very Blood Core that was now trapped alongside Princess Lillian within the “Chaos.”
“Eileen! The system indicates there are only 10 minutes left! I don’t know how many seconds are actually left, but something has gone wrong again! Lillian has obtained the core; you all need to find a way back!”
Eileen was at a loss upon hearing this.
Princess Lillian was trapped by the power of “Chaos.”
Eileen tried to reach out with her hand, but she was repelled.
‘Wait a moment, the mission objective is indeed for us to obtain the raw material for the Holy Sword.’
‘If Lillian has truly obtained the Blood Core, then that constitutes the mission objective.’
‘But the system hasn’t signaled that the mission is complete.’
‘Does that mean the Blood Core hasn’t been successfully secured yet?’
‘Then, if we simply annihilate the current possessor of the Blood Core, wouldn’t that also complete the mission?’
“Eternal King, is there any way you can directly kill Dorechiut?”
“I am afraid that is difficult. He is of the ‘Blood Clan’ and has been alive for at least 300 years. He is also a Transcendent whose mana pool far exceeds that of a human Transcendent!”
“What if you include me?”
“What? You are unable to interfere with matters in this space-time.”
“But if we include her, there might be a way.”
Eileen pointed toward Princess Lillian.
“Princess Lillian? But we cannot even touch her right now!”
The entire barrier turned a deep crimson, and the whole space was shrouded in the aura of blood—dark red, oppressive, and filled with blood mist.
Dorechiut was at the apex inside the barrier.
Although he had lost the core, his synchronization with his body and the Holy Sword remained at a relatively high level.
“The current me is comparable to a ‘Demigod’!”
Golden light erupted from Dorechiut’s eyes; this was a color of mana that he, as a member of the Blood Clan, should never have possessed.
“It is truly the power of a ‘God’…”
The 6 Dwarf Berserkers looked up at Dorechiut, who stood there like a deity.
Marishka was filled with sorrow—if Dorechiut possessed such divine power after only being half-fused, what kind of despair would he bring to the world if he were allowed to fully fuse with the Holy Sword and become a “Magic Sword”?
She deeply regretted crafting the “Holy Sword.”
The situation was critical.
Eileen could no longer allow things to spiral out of control, so she immediately spoke: “Eternal King, buy me 5 minutes. I have a way to wake Princess Lillian up!”
“Fine, you said it—5 minutes! Maid of the Demigod, I shall demand a reward from you and your Master 500 years from now! Do not be stingy when the time comes!”
After speaking, the Eternal King immediately summoned the other 5 Dwarf Berserkers to his side.
“A swarm of ants, go to hell!”
Dorechiut raised the Holy Sword and slashed downward.
Its blade was coated in divine light and his own crimson mana.
As he closed the distance, everyone except Eileen and the isolated Princess Lillian fell under mental control.
Marishka, needless to say, had lost consciousness; she was like a hollow shell.
The 6 Dwarf Berserkers recalled the hellish experiences they had each endured.
Solk saw his city-state destroyed with his own eyes before his own eyes were gouged out by his enemy.
Soraka watched as her last relative, her only brother, was pushed off a cliff, only to be killed by a hidden arrow; her memory froze at the moment her head was pierced by an ice bolt.
Sigma died in a corner known to no one; he had originally gone to save his people, but in the end, he could save nothing.
Selim stood among ruins littered with corpses; she heard the whispers of countless lost souls and was terrified.
The Invisible Man was thrown into an unknown vortex of sorcery; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank; the more he wanted to live, the less he could feel his own existence.
The Eternal King braced his willpower, facing the moment he signed the contract with “Chaos.”
He was struggling…
“Eileen, what are you planning to do?”
“Master, since ‘Chaos’ itself does not belong to just this space-time, I intend to use 90 percent of my mana to forcibly break through its containment.”
“A fine plan. What is your success rate?”
“Master, can you not worry about me for once?”
“No, I ask you, what is your success rate?”
Eileen sighed and complained: “Master is always so unromantic. I have a 70 percent chance.”
“Very well. I shall guarantee the remaining 30 percent.”
Eileen was surprised and asked: “Master? You are separated from us by 500 years of time. How do you intend to do that?”
Atiste smiled slightly.
“Do you really think a mere barrier of space-time can stop the footsteps of an Artist?”
“Have you already mastered magic capable of transcending space-time?”
“That is merely something that exists in concept, but proceed as you must. If you fail, I shall ensure your safety!”
Eileen felt a warmth in her heart, for it had been a long time since her Master had shown such concern for her.
“Then, once I finish this mission, I will demand a heavy reward from you, Master!”
As Dorechiut attacked the group, the Eternal King exerted his power, sacrificing his own mental strength to forcibly wake Sigma.
“Sigma! Use all your strength! Block this blow!”
The moment Sigma awoke, he used the “Earth Vein” in his hand to strike the ground.
Massive earthen mounds rose from the ground, shielding everyone, including Marishka, behind solid rock ramparts.
The Holy Sword in Dorechiut’s hand easily shattered the stone.
Sigma poured all his mana into repairing the gaps created by the Holy Sword.
Eileen began to channel her magic.
This was not the first time she had been cast into such a state of “The Void.”
She had experienced it before becoming a “Demigod.”
That time, she had nearly exhausted all her mana and survived by the skin of her teeth to pass the Demigod’s trial and grow to her current level.
Now, she would use the same method once more to escape the void and interfere with reality!
She moved to Princess Lillian’s side and circulated her mana, vowing to break through the “Chaos” in an instant and retrieve both Lillian and the Blood Core!
Just as the mana surged out, Princess Lillian, trapped within the black mist, suddenly awakened.
She reached out and pulled Eileen into the “Chaos.”
Before Eileen could even process what had happened, she lost consciousness.
But when she regained her senses, she discovered that her void-like body had vanished, and her consciousness had become “one” with Princess Lillian!
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