Chapter 723: Pollution Spread

Golden sword light shot up into the sky.

This time, Little Aunt held nothing back; the Knight's Oath·Judgment condensed on her sword tip into a round of golden blazing sun, then exploded with a boom, turning into a sky-filling sword light that poured down like a torrential rain.

The sword light blanketed the entire battlefield; countless aberrant monsters were torn apart, annihilated, and vaporized in swaths under this round of golden heavenly punishment, their shrieks utterly drowned by the golden light within a few breaths.

With a single stroke, that writhing sea of flesh and blood vanished instantly.

In the vacuum, only a deathly silence remained.

Little Aunt closed her eyes, sensing everything around her, yet her face showed no relaxation, for she clearly felt that on the battlefield nearly cleared of all life, a presence stood unharmed.

Even a single slip-through could no longer be called a slip-through.

This thing is as big as a satellite!

She frowned, puzzled; the Judgment's sword light clearly covered every inch of space, so how could it remain unscathed?

The golden sword tip slightly shifted its aim, pointing at the location of that presence.

"Again."

The second sword came down fiercely.

This strike was no longer a wide-area heavenly punishment; instead, it condensed into a thin, sharp golden blade of light that precisely pierced the monster's body, instantly cleaving it in half.

But... there was no blood, no wail, not even a hesitation.

It was as if a smooth cream cake were sliced by a sharp cake knife.

The two halves, split in midair, twitched twice; at the cut, countless buds began to writhe frantically, like a disturbed ant colony.

Within a few breaths, they reassembled and swelled, growing into two identical monsters.

Even their size increased slightly; if they were once like a small satellite, now they are like a medium-sized one.

"What on earth is this...."

Yunxiao gazed at those things, his eyes full of gravity. In the universe, nothing is more dangerous than a natural disaster, yet even a natural disaster must obey the basic laws of physics.

You get conservation of energy, right? Even a natural disaster, even the blood disaster with the strongest devouring and assimilative powers, cannot create matter out of nothing.

The two flesh balls turned in unison toward Little Aunt; countless pairs of rotating compound eyes, beneath their peeling skin, emitted an eerie glow.

Little Aunt's hand gripping the golden longsword tightened for the first time.

She had roamed deep space for thousands of years, invincible for so long, having seen every conceivable scene, yet this thing before her she had truly never seen.

Unkillable.

Chop it apart and it revives; revive it and it splits; the more you kill, the more there are, the more you kill—you never know whether the apparent end of its extermination is merely another start of its proliferation.

"Retreat!"

Yunxiao's low roar echoed through the mecha across the battlefield; the silver-white beast-like mech suddenly unfurled, countless beams pouring down like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, enveloping the two monsters completely.

Boom!!!

From afar came continual tremors; dark matter missiles and beams wove together into a perfect tapestry, yet at the tapestry's center lay a mass of flesh that was utterly out of place, completely unlike the normal pattern.

The remaining chunks of flesh seemed to have a will of their own, writhing and rolling in strips and segments, regrouping and merging again.

Weiniya closed her eyes, sensing everything around her, her face turning deathly pale.

She could feel the monsters' numbers swelling wildly; their rising and falling howls transmitted through the vacuum into her ears, as if coming from the depths of the void, as if the entire star field had already been filled by them.

Golden light flashed past, constantly tearing flesh apart.

But there were too many monsters; they kept pouring out from the cracks of the shattered ruins, as if the supply would never run dry.

Little Aunt's golden sword light remained fierce, yet it no longer carried the earlier momentum of cleaving everything, for she realized that no matter how much she chopped, the pieces would ultimately return a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

Helpless.....

Every sword you swing with all your might merely adds fuel to this disaster.

"If this continues...."

Yunxiao's voice came through the comms, unusually tinged with gravity.

"We'll be worn to death here."

Weiniya said nothing; her sword began to tremble, not from fatigue but from a chill seeping from her bones' cracks, knowing that this thing could hardly be stopped by the few of them.

That mass of flesh grew larger, more numerous, and closer; Yunxiao immediately waved his hand and shouted.

"Everyone, perk up!"

"Retreat quickly; this thing is temporarily beyond our ability to handle!"

Behind him, the Intelligent Machine Legion fired desperately, but to little effect.

"Not writing...."

"If we let this thing out...."

Little Aunt didn't finish her words; no one knows what will become of this thing, and it could even be said to have the potential to develop into a new generation of natural disaster.

"I'm here to help you evacuate—now all of you, obey and get out!!!"

Yunxiao roared in anger; in his eyes, the lives of his own people mattered most.

Just as everyone was stunned by that writhing sea of flesh and blood, a searing golden light shot across from the far end of the Star Sea.

It was not sword light, but firelight.

Crimson Thread Vajra!

A massive mecha, wrapped in blazing golden light, surged toward the battlefield.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Jie's voice crashed into the battlefield through the mecha's communicator; golden flames poured down like a torrent, forming a heaven‑burning wall that swallowed whole the aberrant monster horde lunging at several people.

Where the flames passed, flesh and blood curled, blackened, and disintegrated under the heat; vast swaths of monsters were reduced to ash, clearing a rare vacuum zone.

Little Aunt stared for a moment, while Yunxiao curled his lips—after all, she had anticipated this.

Weiniya's trembling body instantly relaxed, and she cheered excitedly toward Zhang Jie's direction.

Teacher!!!

Only Zhang Jie, watching that monster thing temporarily suppressed by fire, his face sank.

He recognized these things.

Anomaly.

Mutations of the mecha caused by high-dimensional energy, once they appear, will spread like wildfire, devouring any material they can, and turning it into more anomalies.

He had seen them in the simulation, so familiar that just watching them wriggle sent chills down his spine.

The most important thing is....

"Damn it, I'm not immune to these things now!!!"

This is worse than the simulation; Zhang Jie gazed at those anomalies, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

He now lacks special vision and is not immune to pollution. If he had special vision, this surrounding area would probably have already been swallowed by pollution.

The star field beneath his feet, the pollution intensity is probably rising at a speed visible to the naked eye; high-dimensional energy... this thing truly isn't something ordinary people can handle.

It is alive, it is growing, it is spreading, treating this entire star field as nourishment.

The expansion speed is extremely fast! Fast to the point of being absurd!

"If these things are let out...."

It's already too late.

The rift has already opened, pollution has already spread; this thing is no longer a local battle, but has become a major event capable of shaking an entire star field and enough to affect the whole cosmic structure.

With just them, they can't suppress it.

It's not that they can't suppress this fleshy ocean before them, but that they can't suppress the pollution that has already spread.

"Yunxiao."

Zhang Jie raised his eyes, looking toward that silver-white mecha.

"This matter needs to be reported to the Star Sea Hall."

The communication channel fell silent for two seconds, then Yunxiao's heavy response came through.

"I also have that plan."

"This thing before us is not trouble."

Zhang Jie looked around and spoke in a low voice.

"The real trouble is the energy that has begun to spread around."

Zhang Jie watched the shadow wriggling anew at the edge of the flames, saying nothing.

He... just remembered someone.