Chapter 834 Peace Envoy Part One (1/2)

What the warden Yana Milo, Legendary champion of the Glorious Era revealed was largely consistent with Joshua's theories.

The unknown Evil God that would soon awaken was not an unstoppable threat, or could at least be returned to its slumber or sealed once again. If luck holds, all Chaos force could directly be purified and the galaxy's cycle restored.

Things would be simpler that way. With the chance of stopping everything from happening, Joshua was confident that he could do his best… the other Legends could be notified by others, while he would now make preparations for everyone else.

Soon, once again at the center of the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds where he materialized his clone beneath the Silver Sky Radiance, Joshua linked himself to the Commanding Will.

”Connect to all high-energy world in this galaxy—categorize according to energy concentration and the strength of living signatures on ascending order, and compile the two to calculate. Also, lower the proportion for candidates which shows extreme proportions in a single value!”

Joshua at once made his request to the Commanding Will, the central hub of the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds, which in turn did not delay as it did what Joshua instructed. ”Galactic data online. Screening for corresponding aspects, checking coordinates… Data are as follows.”

Soon, dense specks of gold appeared in Joshua mind: those were world coordinates with higher energy and life signatures found in the data vault of the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

According to what Yana Milo and Joshua himself was aware of, when the Vortex of Creation turned into the unknown Evil God that affected the galaxy, all destroyed civilizations would turn into Evil Gods that, regardless if they were destroyed, would further add to Chaos corruption and hence hasten the awakening of the unknown Evil God. On the other hand, he had just had to pacify the conflict in those civilizations and hence significantly delay its awakening.

Nevertheless, not even the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds could precisely determine whether civilization existed in those worlds— it could only determine if there was life within and its energy concentration. Having life did not mean that there was civilization, just like the world that exported giant appendage crab meat. It was truer for worlds with high energy concentration as well: not even one hundred worlds with concentrated flame elements could birth a civilization of Fire Elementals.

That was why there were conditions in otherworld explorations for valuable realms. For example, one should avoid living worlds when searching for mineral worlds to prevent from disturbing native lifeforms. Those who want to study otherworld lifeforms should also pick low-energy worlds to avoid encountering powerful local creatures—the Tyrant Squid that Priest's party, however, was an exception. It lurked so far beneath that it escaped the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds's general scanning, hence labeling that particular world as 'unknown'. As a result, the Elite Party who was imagining they were in for a stroll were left screaming as they fled haggardly.

Therefore, civilization has a great chance to exist only in worlds where both energy concentration and living signatures were high, although there were exceptions as well. There were many primitive worlds where powerful bests, monsters and Tyrant Behemoths existed and the realm itself resembled the age of dinosaurs in the Jurassic Period. Though there were significantly energy values and living population, it was lower in value and developing such places was not worth the output.

That being said, it remained the quickest way Mycroft Civilization search for other civilizations at present.

His data scanning organ activating, Joshua memorized every world coordinate and observed the details to analyze which worlds may have civilizations. For its part, the Commanding Will did not ask the reason for that data—it may be self-conscious, but remained an ordinary AI. It would carry out any order if there is one, and not inquire about the purpose.

Soon, after confirming a few thousand target worlds, Joshua relayed the data back to the Commanding Will. ”The other Legends would arrive soon and move to other worlds through you. When that happens, you could hand them this list and inform them to leave the first hundred worlds to me… they'll divide the rest.”

”As you command.” The Commanding Will responded peacefully. ”Is there any other request?”

”Yes. Send me to the outer reaches of world number 1.”

”As you wish.”

***

The skies were blood red as blazes of steel descended.

Steam armor rumbled as it moved, echoing over the skies of the flatlands. The scent of burning coal, carrying dark smoke rose right into the air, while metals and cannons clashed, causing the land to quake. The despairing death throes of the soldiers resounded, along with their final bellows.

It was the longest, most terrible and most bloodthirsty conflict since sentient life was born in the Lomu continent, lasting seven days and nights.

The long standoff, probing, talks and provoking between two kingdoms on the eastern and western parts of the mainland, partitioned by a great mountain range that finally erupted into all-out war. Their main forces were now waging a major battle like no other at the Dotham plains amidst the heart of the continent: more than three million soldiers were sent into that direct confrontation, enshrouding every stone, soil and air in the rot of flesh and broken machines, boiling steam and suffocating coal smoke.

The blue blood of the Lomu people burned, steel bent and melt. Not even the scavenging birds would approach the battlefield—the toxic ether steam could kill any being without gas masks.

In this war, the East Empire had thrown in their most advanced steam war armor that ran on ether steam cores. Behemoths that stood five hundred meters tall, they had the power to crush a thousand-man force, its thick arcane armor capable of directly withstanding 88 cm armor-piercing shells. The East Empire had sent out 200 of those machines and secured a great advantage initially, only for the West Empire to reveal their trump card: small flying bombers, war machines they called 'Flamethrower Birds'. Though easily shot down by cannon fire, their production rate and air superiority put the battle on equal terms, and the plains hence became a meat grinder for the young.

Year 1774 of the Sun and the seventh day of the Great War, Lomu total casualties had exceeded four hundred thousand. Secret weapons such as arcane lances, steam tanks, suicidal and ether wave cannons were slowly used en masse. Those state-of-the-art killing machines caused death by the thousands, and compared to a thousand years ago when they used chainsaw blades and steam helm breakers, the Lomu people who evolved from appendage beings with exoskeletons had definitely moved forward in mutual destruction.

The frontline was now a hell dyed blue. All those lives were left to the endless slaughter as the blood grudge between two empires saw the unstoppable war on all fronts.

On the other hand, the rear of the two nations was a pitiful whiteness.

The females of Lomu people were stronger than males, which is why every adult of age was conscripted or trained as reserves. Those now left in the city were older craftsmen, the elderly or children. As the war lasted seven days with no end, the world was now dressed in white mourning clothes as countless children lost their parents and vice versa—the learned realized in despair that if the war continues, the two empires would drain the other of the very last drop of blood, all social constructs would hence fall and cause civilization to die, leaving few Lomu spawnlings to live in the empty city ruins, toiling to reestablish society.

The Lomu people were an ordinary civilization that flourished on ether but had yet to discover the Void. Their existence did not matter to the Multiverse—they would probably destroy themselves in the future if they survived without much fuss, for it was an ordinary civilizational collapse from infighting. Indeed, it was commonplace for the Multiverse, and not special for the Multiverse.

But fortunately—or perhaps not, their fate was no longer in their own hands.

In the night of the seventh day of the Great War, both empires realized in shock that a sun had suddenly appeared over the skies, illuminating the night and turning it to day.

At the same time, a metal pillar pierced the World Barrier.

Silver specks shone at the top of the sky, parting clouds and atmosphere and dragging a great trail that descended straight towards the very heart of the battlefield.

An audible but incomprehensibly grand voice resounded.”

”Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds. Send me to world Number 23.”

In the very next moment, the sun vanished and night returned to the world. Only that single streak of silver stood aloft at the center of the world, as if a star was descending upon the mortal realm.

The war did not end because of that sudden sight. Having no luxury like their superiors, the soldiers were still moving forward with their steel machines that ejected steam to beat their enemies into a pulp and spread over the dark blue plains. Even when the silver metal beam stabbed into the heart of the battle and create a deep crater while emitting endless smoke, their attention was not diverted.

But soon, the Lomu legions could hear a heavily electronic voice speaking from the depths of the smoke.

”Collecting data of target world… unlocking combat components… temporarily removing Level Nine substance conversion protocol… uploading Mr. J System… commencing form conversion.”

”Power limit: Supreme pinnacle. Operation rules; mild suppression.”

”Mission objective: world peace.”

”Caretaker Protocol online: Mediator—Peace Envoy No.16 activated, for a better world.”

The unknown voice frightened the forces of both nations, who bombarded the smoke jointly. Ether and gunpowder illuminated the center of the battlefield as if a small sun, melting steel and kicking up dirt.

Whatever object and however hard it was, the near ten-thousand degrees heat would be disintegrated in its very construct.

Still, the faces of those Lomu soldiers who were closer changed at once… for they saw a huge silver arm rising from the smoke, catching an ether vibration missile and easily crushing it into sparks.

Then, the earth rumbled, and a large four-armed humanoid war machine slowly rose up at the center of the war. Just over ten meters tall, its silver armor that resembled a mirror deflected every attack, knocking away all projectiles and armor-piercing missiles. The war machine was also absorbing soil and metals around it, with uneven anti-detonation plating that resembled dragon scales appearing over the mirrorlike armor.

Soon, the metal android that had collected massive volumes of information about that world rapidly changed its form. Unless cannon barrels and ether discharge appeared over its shoulder and hip, while its four hands transformed into four colossal harvesters. It easily crushed an ether vibrator cannon, and fired all its long-ranged missiles at once to flatten the border mountains in the distance.