Chapter 303: Patrol Palace

The voyage is absolute silence.

It emits no sound, leaks no light, and even on the causal level it temporarily "does not exist".

This colossal beast, cobbled together from the world's wreckage, glides in a ghostly manner through the void's deep‑sea currents.

On the bridge, Wang Zhize closes his eyes to rest, his consciousness already merged with the entire fortress.

Countless knowledge crystals flicker like breathing, forming a vast sea of data stars; each flash computes the optimal route for this raid.

Wang Zhitao lazily sprawls on the deck, his massive claws intermittently scraping the armor forged from the world's barrier, producing a grating, teeth‑aching noise.

He is hungry.

Suddenly, Wang Zhize opens his eyes.

On the massive knowledge crystal serving as the main display, the once mirror‑smooth data flow abruptly ripples with a few scarlet undulations.

It's as if deadly viruses were injected into pristine code.

"Here it comes."

His voice is faint.

Almost simultaneously, in the void ahead of the fortress, space is torn open by invisible hands, forming several fissures.

Dozens of twisted, blurry humanoid silhouettes seep through.

They lack facial features and substance, resembling humanoid TV static, condensed from the purest, malevolent void laws.

Void Patrol Officers.

They are extensions of the Void Father's will, the most loyal antivirus of this dark realm.

Upon their appearance, a cold, absolute notion of "eradication" locks onto this airspace.

Buzz—

An invisible psychic shockwave sweeps in like a tsunami, striking the invisible force field of Relocation Office No. 1.

The field's surface ripples with violent concentric waves, briefly exposing the fortress's erased outline.

"Brother! Something!"

Wang Zhitao jerks upright, excitement flashing in his beast‑like eyes, and a suspiciously crystalline liquid drips from the corner of his mouth.

That's the signal to start the feast!

The patrol officers "see" the target.

They make no sound, yet the entire space reverberates with their cold will: "Unauthorized data detected… executing format command…"

Dozens of pitch‑black rays, colder than absolute zero, fire straight at the fortress.

They are neither energy nor matter, but highly condensed "eradication" laws.

Where they pass, even the void itself is erased, leaving unhealable, pure "nothingness".

"Hold on, let the new toy warm up its joints first."

Wang Zhize lifts his hand, hovering over the Control Console before him, a mischievous grin of a programmer who just found a new bug.

He issues a gentle command.

"I define: all directed attacks shall be 'harmless data streams'."

"I define: activate the deflection shield of Relocation Office No. 1's law."

The moment the words fall, the fortress's snarling surface sees ancient law patterns flash to life.

A shield as thin as a cicada wing, yet containing the power of an entire world, unfurls instantly.

The pitch‑black rays capable of erasing deities, upon striking the shield, produce no explosion, no impact.

They behave like docile data streams, brushed aside by the shield and sliding into the void on either side, without a single ripple.

The patrol officers' movements momentarily freeze.

In their computational logic, this is an impossibility.

Their attacks are "nullified".

"Performance is decent," Wang Zhize says, nodding satisfied as if benchmarking a newly bought graphics card.

"Now, test the attack module."

His mind stirs.

"I define: all armed units of Relocation Office No. 1 gain attack attributes of 'law collapse' and 'energy absorption'."

Rumble—

The entire fortress comes to life!

The jagged armor formed from the world's broken walls cracks open abyss‑like fissures.

Within the fissures, Energy Cores of pure void origin shine, their light dazzling like stars!

The next second, ten thousand cannons fire in unison!

What erupts are not conventional energy beams, but gray torrents of law that seem to devour all light!

These torrents precisely lock onto every Void Patrol Officer.

One officer attempts to dodge, but the law torrent, like a maggot in the ankle, locks its existence at the conceptual level.

It is hit.

There is no earth‑shaking explosion, not even a sound.

The officer's "humanoid static" body begins at the impact point to pixelate rapidly, then collapses layer by layer like building blocks.

The void laws constituting its existence are forcibly broken down into primitive code.

Those "codes" transform into pure void energy, which the gray torrent rolls back and pours entirely into Relocation Office No. 1's Energy Core!

The fortress's heart, the world‑creating engine modified by the Void Heart, beats joyfully once.

Energy reserves rise slightly.

Crack!

Wang Zhitao, standing nearby, stared dumbfounded and subconsciously bit off a deck fragment the size of a millstone, mumbling incomprehensibly.

"Brother… this ship is cleaner than anything I eat!"

This is the ultimate embodiment of Wang Zhize's "black‑eats‑black" philosophy.

Your attacks are my nourishment.

Your defenses are my nourishment.

Even you yourself are… nourishment for this ship of mine!

The remaining patrol officers were thrown into complete chaos.

Their cold, programmatic wills felt, for the first time, a data overflow named "fear".

The invader before us, this massive war fortress, is nothing but an unreasonable rogue program!

They began to emit silent, high‑pitched wails, a distress signal toward the deeper Void, toward their Father.

Want to shake people?

Wang Zhize's mouth curled into a cold arc.

Too late.

My definition: In this area, Void turbulence intensity is amplified a thousandfold, communication protocol garbled.

In an instant, the surrounding Void, which had been relatively calm, boiled like a pond into which a massive stone had been thrown!

A ferocious Void storm materialized out of nowhere, turning into billions of razor‑sharp blades that sliced everything madly.

The patrol officers were instantly scattered, and the distress signals they emitted, the moment they reached the Outside World, turned into a heap of meaningless gibberish and vanished into nothingness.

And Demolition Office No. 1 walked through the storm as if on level ground.

Ten thousand cannons roared in unison, nonstop.

A one‑sided massacre, or rather… a one‑sided "feast", began.

After about a dozen seconds.

The storm subsided, and the Void returned to deathly silence.

All the Void patrol officers turned into pure energy, devoured completely by the fortress.

The invisible module of Demolition Office No. 1, replenished with energy, became more stable, almost merging with the Void.

Wang Zhize's consciousness swiftly filtered and read through the residual will fragments left after the patrol officers were broken down.

He was like a master hacker, perusing the enemy's system logs.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

So that's it…

Wang Zhize's gaze turned toward the far end of the endless Void.

There, he "saw" a colossal, unparalleled barrier spanning the entire primordial Void entrance.

The barrier was composed of the wails and despair of billions of shattered worlds, exuding a negative aura that could drive even gods mad.

Gate of Despair.

The ultimate gate installed by the Father of the Void for his own stronghold.

According to the retrieved data, only two kinds of beings can pass through this gate.

One type are creatures whose hearts have been utterly crushed, leaving only pure despair; they are assimilated by the gate, becoming part of the barrier.

The other type are those bearing the mark personally bestowed by the Father of the Void.

This gate is a filter of the spirit, a courtroom of the law, and a wall of sighs for the will.

Wang Zhitao leaned in, asking curiously, "Brother, what's up? Is there a big guy ahead?"

Wang Zhize withdrew his gaze, a strange smile appearing on his face.

"No."

"There's a welcome party ahead."

"A… VIP fast lane prepared especially for us."