Chapter 860 Divinity Erosion (2/2)
Though the repercussions of the battle were severe, Joshua would choose to do it again.
None would know if the God of Death would reassemble in the very next second, leaving every person's sacrifice to waste. None would know if Death's power and essence was so great that its defenses would barely break without a specially designed weapon.
Chaos occupied everything at the depths of the Darkest Abyss, a and Joshua would not have been able to act if it was not for the gods' blessing and the Infinite Divinity. He would already have become a core for the Evil God of Death to assemble itself without those luminous weapons, his consciousness collapsing to the point that he would become an Evil God and destroy Mycroft and many other worlds.
Compared to such a future, present circumstances were merely a little troublesome.
***
At the bottom of the Vortex of Creation, six divine lights glinted. A silver planet whirled, but gradually dulled.
A long time passed.
There were occasions where dimensional spells or Void warships appeared near the star, looking at it from afar. Many broke through the growing repulsive force of the Vortex of Creation just for a glimpse of a silver world.
They were either worried, troubled, confident or simply wanted to join the trend… but as months passed and Starfall Year 840 as well, the silver star still did not change, remaining dim as ever.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
Until one day.
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Starfall Year 841, twentieth of January in Mycroft Time.
A silver planet unvisited that whirled by itself at the center of the Vortex, a normal, mundane day.
The surface of the world slowly regained luster.
The beings hidden and resting within were awakening.
At the center of the core star inside the silver world, Joshua's clone reassembled—this time, it was complete and without any abnormal defects.
”Half a year has passed, huh… though I've established independent collection and steering procedures before my slumber, it still took too much time for testing.
Glancing at his palms, Joshua clenched them into fists before relaxing. He looked up towards the floating islands that were directed by the steering procedures, learning again the knowledge of the many heroic spirits before nodding. ”There's still half a year then and it's not late… but I should return once or they would be worried.”
At the brightest center of the star, Joshua looked around at his own world serenely. However, formless presence was surging, and any looking upon it directly would face an enraged deity. Around the silver star, the nine floating islands orbited as if planets, with the heroic spirits slowly building civilizations and communicating with others, along with many dancing Silver Fairies that granted the still world slight vigor.
As he took in the sights, Joshua's gaze that had a machine coldness gradually softened. ”…There are still things to do,” the Lord of that World said quietly after moments of silence, and thus the entire planet rumbled.
The former Darkest Abyss and present Vortex of Creation, the raging black-and-white turbulent flow maintaining its surge and swirl.
World fragments that accumulated over thousands of years compounded with the energy of the Mana Tide spilling from the Vortex of Creation—a gush that could crush anything into the tiniest of Steel Particles.
Nevertheless, a rather dim silver star appeared in the bottom of the dangerous center of the Vortex. It appeared unaffected by its environment, and remained tightly embedded at the most terrible surge, enduring the brush of limitless material cascading.
And now, the silver star that had weathered half a year of scrubbing changed unusually.
Several craters hence appeared over the perfectly smooth surface of the silver world—the craters then rapidly enlarged into cavity that drives deep into the world. At the same time, vast amounts of cylindrical particles of steel material ejected out and missed into the Vortex of Creation.
Still, the cylinders were particles only to the Vortex of Creation, with each being a meter long and composed of sturdy composition. Even the pressure of the Vortex of Creation could not break its surface, but carry it along.
Thirty-six cavities opened within the silver world, each gushing with steel cylinders at the Vortex of Creation for around five minutes. From affair, it would appear as if the silver world was breathing in severely cold and dry air, with substantial vapors spraying out of the rifts and vanishing into the swirl.
With that accomplished, the silver world was once against dormant.
But unlike before, a streak of light detached from the world's pole. He dragged a long radiant trail that swiftly left for beyond the Vortex, towards the normal galaxy.
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Starfall Year 841, twentieth of January.
The Liege's Residence in the Inner City of Moldavia, the North.
The afternoon light pierced thick steeled glass to sprinkle over the dark brown desk. Dust wafted in the light, and rose above in the heated air—alongside the magical projection of an Avian maiden.
In the quiet, dully colored study, the artificial intelligence that should be controlling the main Mana Net server blankly floated by the ceiling of a certain person's study as if meditating about some matter.
There were many books in the study which had not be visited by anyone for a long time. Some were thick and heavy historical tomes such as the [History of the Thirty-Six West Mountain Nations] and the [Genealogy of the Diamond Family], while others were popular present-day novels like [Expedition to the Next Dimension: Otherworld Development Chronicles] and [Small World, Great Riches].
Naturally, most were texts about supernatural abilities, while the edge of the desk was piled full of handwritten drafts. Those were filled with various special Extraordinary abilities cultivation, and the writer also appeared to take into consideration the reader's standard by writing it so that it was easily understood.
Everything was perfect, apart from the rather rigid and unruly penmanship on the draft.
The Avian lady simply stared at it all, her gaze splitting as if her mind had wandered away.
”What is it, Zero Three?”
A deep, familiar masculine voice suddenly appeared by the door.
The exceedingly sudden call startled the blanked-out AI, causing her projection to disappear for a split second before she reformed it in panic.
That was when a man opened the door and entered the study, looking up at Zero Three.
”Did something happen?” Joshua asked calmly.
Gaping at the man by the door, Zero Three tried to tell him how Ying and Ling had been hardworking, how Black was training diligently and how Light was a little larger now… She wanted to inform him that another batch of Winter Fort Academy student had graduated, that his apprentices were becoming lynchpins in the Imperial External Exploration Department and that many of their acquaintances had improved in ability after the entire world had headed to other worlds to keep the peace as unrest surfaced.
There was so much she wanted to say.
But in the end, all she said was a single, flat line.
”Nothing happened.”
Slowly descending from the ceiling, Zero Three smiled. ”I'm simply waiting for your return.”
”Ah.”
Joshua van Radcliffe replied. Though his tone was stiff and his answer rather machinelike, he smiled in return. ”I'm back.”