Chapter 826 Joshua Does Not Care (1/2)

Booom—

The long rumble reverberated in the head of every Satrean, descending upon every creature that survive, declaring the advent of a profound being.

Zessel stared blankly in the skies. The powerful Sartrean champion did not at once react, but soon understood.

It was the sound of the World Barrier being shattered by a certain powerful being.

The homeworld of the Sartreans was a geocentric world. The giant planet itself was circled by a sun and moon, with a thick layer of ether enshrouding the system. The ether belt allowed the Sartreans to build wooden airships with sails in their feudal era, the near-thousand-year accumulation of technology hence allowing the race to create a fleet out of nowhere right when they entered the Void.

World Barriers were stalwart. Even Void Behemoths had a hard time breaking, and could at most make a small hole wherein they absorbed substances or sent out their spawns or bacterium to infect the world.

But now, the Sartrean World Barrier, its ether and atmospheric belts were a broken.

In the ruins of all cities and beneath the dark layers of clouds, almost every Sartrean could see the World Barrier collapsing like glass. Formless ether was parted along with the dark, turbid clouds that covered the world, and from that, bright sunlight and another light far greater than it appeared behind the broken World Barrier.

Before the second source of light, even the sun appeared dim.

”What… what on earth is that?!”

”Could it be… Evil God invasion!”

”Where's our Void Fleet? What are they doing?!”

”Is this world finished…?”

The Sartreans were ultimately a Void civilization that once embodied the power to destroy a world. While it had been millennia since their citizens left their homeworld, their ancestral memories remained deeply ingrained within their bloodline. And now, as the terror lurking within their bloodline flowed once more into their mind, the despair at the sight of their shattered World Barrier saw the world face the hopelessness of devastation once again—even the craziest of rioters and the most iron-blooded military man subconsciously dropped their weapons in anticipation of death.

Meanwhile, Zelma, captain of the Voyager stared blankly at its own world after having returned alongside Joshua. Across the shattered World Barrier and the distant ether built, it was the first time it saw the Sartreans' cities that were usually shrouded beneath dark clouds, but it clearly was not something it wanted to see over the course of its life.

”Great Lord…”

Zelma, whose feet had already turned soft was basically kneeling on the ground as it muttered away. ”You… what are you doing?”

”Bringing you peace and hope, of course.” The Giant God answered.

At present, Joshua mostly understood the Sartreans' present state.

There was no question that the intelligent otherworld beings were on the edge of self-destruction.

Their Void Fleet had been trading fire in the Void itself, each fleet staying vigilant of the other in fear of them falling to madness and thus opening fire at themselves. They would even hide in the dark out of that fear, attacking preemptively before other fleets noticed them as the outer Void turned into a dark forest.

The world itself was filled with militia, rioters and criminals taking advantage of the chaos to steal, rob, rape and whimsically vent their dark desires and hysterical civilians who attacked any who dared approach. Fires raged in the thousands of city ruins, but the Sartreans who were panicking and left at a loss never realized that the complex and tight layout of their city allow the fires to spread several times worse—in a dozen, or dozens of minutes, the unstoppable infernos would reduce millions into ashes.

There was no stop to echoes of gunfire and cannon fire even as Sartrean Extraordinary individuals fought in every corner of the world. The thick toxic clouds caused by pollution gathering over the metropolises would turn into acid rain at any moment, swiftly killing entire populations, while any survivor would have to survive in toxic swamps formed after the rain.

Villages, towns, cities, and metropolises were completely ignorant of where the chaos started. The society of a Void civilization hence utterly collapsed, and Joshua could see the ugliness unfolding even in secluded places. Those who wished to restore Order stood alone, only able to keep the people around them safe.

It could even be said that the 12.1 billion Sartreans are in the midst of a social collapse that was beyond saving. Every individual could hardly trust another even if they were their kin, while various governing bodies, along with the police and army had fallen, losing any form of function. Be it Extraordinary individuals or normal persons, none could escape the collapse.

Reasonably speaking, the situation was unsalvageable.

But there were always beings that never obeyed reason.

”Restoring temporary order to these 12.1 billion? Simple.”

High above the skies, behind the spiderweb-like gap over the World Barrier, the Giant God was calming Zelma. ”As long as I subjugate everyone, none of them would slaughter each other.”

Joshua did not lower his voice as he spoke, and yet the Giant God's words carried a reverberation that struck the soul, resounding in the heart of the Sartrean.

Almost all that lives on Sartre could hear him.

The world fell silent.

Then, the Giant God turned and gazed upon the world.

In the very next second, a mighty colossal silver hand with fingers larger than entire mountains streaked through the world gap as ether rumbled, descending upon the world. At the same time, it threw a terrible shadow that covered the sun and half the continent, exerting terrible gravity that quaked the seas and made world wail.

Thus, Joshua simply grasped the small moon that circled the Sartrean planet.

”W—wait!”

In that second, a trembling Steel Python appeared before Joshua. It appeared tired: scales were peeling off it and it appeared to have just awakened from a slumber.

Nevertheless, it appeared intent on explaining things for the warrior. ”God of Steel from Mycroft, Sartre has not done anything to your…”