Chapter 395: The Apostle's True Mission (12)

The eastern suburbs of Blue Stone City.

The Purifying Angels grew ever more frenzied.

Hundreds of thousands of Purifying Angels gathered in the sky into a massive torrent, with the fierce momentum of crashing waves, violently scouring the Gods' Alliance in the eastern suburbs.

Even with the Dark Brotherhood's reinforcements joining, even with the aid of many true divine artifacts, the Gods' Alliance gradually found it hard to withstand this near-endless terrifying assault.

Continuing like this definitely won't work.

Blood Mage Akaman shouted, "The pressure on the ground is too great; we can't hold out much longer—better retreat underground!"

Livf snorted, "I'd like to hide underground, but where would we find a cave? Dig with our hands?"

In this damned place we can't even cast spells; trying to dig a deep underground hole on flat ground is just a dream.

A monster shaped like a rolling ball, covered in thick deep-blue skin, with an elephant‑trunk‑like protrusion between its legs, came up with an idea.

"Use corpses—use the corpses of these Purifying Angels to build a defensive wall!"

He was the apostle of the Wild God Laihe; though his form was unsightly, his combat prowess was extraordinary.

His idea indeed worked.

The most abundant thing on the scene was the corpses of Purifying Angels, piled in layers on the ground, numbering tens of thousands and still rapidly increasing.

Enough to pile up a massive fortification.

Such fortifications might not be sturdy, but they are sufficient to block the violent impact generated when the Purifying Angels dive down.

At the forefront, the six‑armed Gaomile'er gripped a towering black spear with both hands, eliciting a black light shield over ten meters in diameter that bore the greatest pressure.

He carried some eternal essence extracted from the Abyss Floral Exhaust after great effort, not worrying about his power being depleted, but the rate of drawing power was too slow while the enemy's assault was extremely fierce.

At this rate of consumption, he could last at most twenty minutes.

So he immediately adopted the Wild Apostle's method, roaring fiercely, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and pile!"

As an apostle of the Annihilation Goddess, also as the elemental projection of the Supreme Ruler of the Abyss, and commanding the most subordinates, he had indeed become the leader of the Gods' Alliance.

As soon as he spoke, everyone immediately began to act.

They acted while grumbling.

"These Purifying Angels all look identical—could they be artificial?"

"Pah—what kind of angel goes naked? I'd say they're just a bunch of beggars!"

"Besides, these angels are actually quite handsome, tsk tsk…"

"At a time like this, you still have the mind to seek fun? Quickly pull out your elephant trunk!"

Amid the chaos, a protective wall built from a huge amount of corpses suddenly rose up on the dueling ground in the eastern suburbs of Blue Stone City.

It was a hollow cone, over seventy meters in outer diameter, over fifty meters in inner cavity diameter, and over ten meters high, inside which about 1,100 'monsters' of the Gods' Alliance were packed.

The monsters fought relying on the nearby corpse piles, and the pressure indeed dropped significantly.

Gaomile'er also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turning to roar at the closely guarded Xisailuo, "How's the crown coming along?!"

Xisailuo gave no response.

He closed his eyes, holding the Dawn Crown in both hands, sitting cross‑legged without moving.

Seeing him like that, Gaomile'er, though anxious, dared not disturb Xisailuo's thoughts, so he forcibly suppressed his anxiety and waited patiently.

But the good situation didn't last long; the circumstances changed again.

The sky, dark as an impending storm, gradually revealed swirling vortex‑shaped clouds.

As the vortex of light appeared, the sky grew ever brighter, turning the originally black clouds into a milky white, revealing an eerie quality reminiscent of white jade.

Blood Mage Akaman shouted, "Something seems to be in the cloud layer!"

"This certainly isn't anything good!"

"I have a terrible premonition."

"Isn't that just nonsense?"

"I'm saying, are you here to fight or just to have fun? Why keep dragging this on?"

"Hehe~ don't take offense—this is the teaching of our Wild God: fate decides life and death, so seize the moment to enjoy."

Amid a jumble of chaotic chatter, Gaomile'er finally couldn't hold back and bellowed, "Xisailuo, what's going on now?!"

This time Xisailuo responded.

"Sir, it's the Dawn Empire's Light Slurry Cannon."

"Given the situation, the cannon will fire in at most ten minutes; once fired, the entire spacetime prison will become a terrifying sea of fire, and the heat is so high it can vaporize steel in an instant."

This news made the Gods' Alliance monsters stare at each other, every face showing fear.

Joy Apostle Livf shouted, "What do we do then?!"

Akaman exclaimed in shock, "Has the Dawn Emperor gone mad? Blue Stone City is right nearby—it holds hundreds of thousands of people!"

Blood Drinker Ciluokaweide, though not a benevolent god, had never before undertaken such a massive undertaking. Gaomile'er, however, had seen many similar large‑scale scenes, some even hundreds of times larger than this, so he felt no surprise.

Moreover, his true form had once dealt with the Dawn Empire, so he knew well the power of the Light Slurry Cannon.

He clearly knew that once this thing fired, even holding a true divine artifact would be useless, for an artifact is merely a finely functional tool—once its power is exhausted it becomes dead matter.

He immediately shouted, "Xisailuo, if this cannon really fires, we're all done for—you'd better think of a solution fast!"

Xisailuo gave a faint smile, lifted the crown, and slowly placed it on his head: "I already have a plan."

He loudly shouted, "Everyone, gather around me—now!"

Although no one knew the reason, this was now the only way out, and everyone immediately gathered beside Xisailuo.

Xisailuo looked up at the sky and loudly shouted, "Ailis, answer my call!"

Everyone stared at each other, eyes full of doubt, each unable to help wondering, "Who is Ailis?"

The next moment, the answer appeared.

A hazy light‑shadow of a woman suddenly appeared before Xisailuo; her features were indistinct, but from her alluring figure she was undoubtedly extremely beautiful.

The female light-shadow bowed slightly toward Cicero: 'Lord Cicero, I pay my respects.'

Cicero said: 'I have already mastered the Dawn Crown, gained one-third of the Dawn Imperial Authority, and I demand to return to the Dawn Imperial Palace!'

The female light-shadow nodded: 'Lord Cicero, your demand is just and lawful. I will now open a spacetime channel leading to the Dawn Imperial Palace for you.'

On the other side, Gaomile'er immediately gave Cicero a threatening glance and secretly made a throat-slashing gesture, the meaning clear:

'Take us with you, or we all die.'

Cicero had no choice, took a deep breath, and continued: 'Alice, these people beside me are my loyal retainers; they will return to the imperial palace with me.'

Unexpectedly, Alice countered: 'Lord Cicero, you seem to be in a state of coercion; do you need help removing the threat?'

Cicero bitterly smiled inside; if the threat came from an ordinary strongman, he would have already asked Alice for aid, but those beside him are apostles of true gods from another world—though their numbers are far fewer than the Dawn Empire's, their quality far surpasses it.

They have countless ways to bypass the Dawn Crown's protection and directly kill one's soul.

Thus, Cicero wisely denied: 'No, I am now free; all orders come from my free will. All you need to do is obey my commands, Alice!'

'Alice understands.'

'I have marked your loyal retainers as friendly units; they can traverse the spacetime channel with you.'

In some mechanical speech, a pitch-black circular channel appeared among the crowd.

Cicero then explained: 'Alice is the Dawn Empire's Imperial Household Steward, crafted over generations by mages spending enormous time and effort; as long as her status is acknowledged, she will provide loyal service.'

Gaomile'er had long understood, for the former Eternal Empire also possessed something similar.

This thing is essentially a powerful intelligent puppet tool; its purpose is to assist the imperial household, greatly expanding mortals' ability limits, to better govern the empire.

Most of the time, such intelligent puppets indeed greatly save the time and effort needed for state administration, allowing the emperor to make fewer mistakes, but their interiors usually install a safety mechanism to prevent imperial traitors, especially the emperor, from undertaking crazy acts that would destroy the empire.

Precisely because of this damned safety mechanism, his true form, Antuo Wanji, has remained trapped in the abyss, scarcely gaining freedom.

Returning to the present, he feels both love and hatred for this intelligent puppet device, unable to help sighing:

'Mortals, someday they will be killed by the very tools they themselves have forged.'

Cicero also knows why Gaomile'er feels that way, but he does not agree with his words.

He shrugged: 'Lord Gaomile'er, I believe that mortals who possess powerful tools are complete, and only they might possibly oppose the gods.'

Gaomile'er slowly shook his head, unable to restrain a long sigh: 'Impossible. Mortals can never oppose the gods, for one cannot create tools that surpass mortal power limits.'

Cicero objected: 'That is not necessarily so.'

Gaomile'er snorted coldly: 'The path your Dawn Empire is treading is one my Eternal Empire has already walked. I now plainly tell you: mortal hands can never pluck the fruits of the gods, nor even see them.'

Cicero was shaken, at a loss for words.

At this moment, Blood Mage Akaman urged: 'The two of you, now is not the time to discuss philosophy. The light-paste cannon in the heavens is about to fall; hurry and go.'

Cicero came to his senses and stepped into the spacetime channel.

The monsters of the Divine Alliance also followed suit.

Out of caution, Gaomile'er did not rush in, but waited until the members of the Dark Brotherhood had mostly entered before following.

Just as half his foot stepped into the spacetime channel, the annihilation spear-staff in his hand trembled slightly, actually emitting the voice of the Annihilation Goddess.

'Gaomile'er, my faithful apostle, the true test has only just begun; you must never let down your guard.'

Gaomile'er started: 'My lord, is the imperial palace very dangerous?'

'The spacetime of the imperial palace is enveloped by a vast mist, plunged into utter chaos. Once you enter the palace, I will be unable to contact you.'

'Remember, upon encountering the fated one, the annihilation spear-staff will give a clear warning; your task is to exert all your strength to kill them.'

Gaomile'er's heart jolted, and he immediately replied: 'Yes, my lord.'

(End of chapter)