Chapter 1492 - The Final Outcome (2/2)

Another blade beast had raised its scythe-like blades and slashed at Hackzord!

At this moment, the witch reacted in a way that left Sky Lord incredulous.

She had rushed forward without any heed, using her body to block the enemy’s attack trajectory. After the blade sliced off one of her front legs, her abdomen was stabbed. Fresh blood gushed out instantly, but she bit down at the beast’s jaw, refusing to let go.

This continued until Maggie swooped down from the sky and shredded it to pieces.

“Are you alright!? Bear with it, coo!” The young lady in humanoid form ignored the blood on her as she hurriedly pulled out a healing bandage from her backpack and stuffed it into Lorgar’s wound.

Lorgar twitched her ears and smiled weakly. “Don’t worry. I won’t die anytime soon…”

Upon seeing this scene, Hackzord, who had turned and had one foot out, retracted it.

He was at a loss for words.

The thoughts of retreating seemed to be mixed in with other emotions.

Five minutes… he thought. Another five minutes at most.

Suddenly, an extremely intense magic power surge poured out of the sinkhole, sweeping across Sky Lord’s body like a storm. The ripple was so intense that even the witches sensed its abnormality. They stood in their spots, stunned, completely unaware that it was a roar emitted from the Realm of Mind.

What happened?

Hackzord warily looked around him.

The following scene left him dumbfounded.

The blade beasts and Nest Mothers collapsed to the ground like they had lost their souls. As the wave spread, more and more of the Sky-sea Realm forces collapsed. It was like wheat being reaped.

The First Army troops that lined the rear were stunned in their spots.

They had been under attack by the enemy just a second ago, but there was silence the next. The sea ghosts had not fallen, but they were never the main force in the attack to begin with. When the Nest Mothers collapsed, the sea ghosts receded like the tide, just like how they had arrived in the first place.

The intense battlefield quickly fell silent.

The bolder soldiers even jumped out of simple trenches, using their barrels to prod the Sky-sea Realm enemies on the ground. However, there was no reaction, just like they were dead.

With the immense pressure gone, everyone revealed a joy of surviving the onslaught. The first thing they did was not let out a victorious cheer, but to slowly sit down with their weapons, heaving as they looked towards the sky.

“Eh?” Maggie looked in disbelief around her. “What’s happening, coo?”

As for Hackzord, he cast his gaze towards the Bottomless Land.

He had a guess, but he wasn’t certain if it was right.

The Battle of Divine Will… might perhaps have ended.

And it might never happen again.

…

“You guessed right. The Sky-sea Realm was indeed my doing.” The Custodian lowered its arm and said, “It was originally meant to be a supplement to the selection of life, using it as a control for the group undergoing natural evolution. At the same time, it would increase external pressure on the species. In the tens of thousands of years in the beginning, the competing lives were still in an extremely primitive stage. The plan was considered quite successful. But subsequent species were able to use more and more of magic power, and I discovered that they were posing a threat to the Cradle facility; therefore, I added more jobs to these modified beings.”

“I once had the hope that when the Sky-sea Realm evolves to a stage of being able to withstand magic power environments, the two problems you raised would automatically be resolved.” Having said that, it sighed. “Unfortunately, the influence of magic power on the mind goes two ways. The Sky-sea Realm, which is controlled, is still very limited in their control of magic power. It relies more on its excellent genes and biological techniques. Instead, it’s the exterminated species that might be able to evolve and break through the barrier.”

Roland noticed that its voice was no longer as unperturbed as before. Instead, there were some subtle changes.

“Perhaps it is as you said. The Battle of Divine Will which is meant to prioritize the protection of the Cradle makes it impossible to produce an imagined perfect life.” The Custodian’s voice sounded depressed, but it also seemed to feel extricated. “This plan was destined to never have an outcome from the beginning.”