Chapter 389

As soon as the words fell, all the electronic equipment in the command room began to emit unstable buzzing sounds.

Even the living tissues that made up the main body of the ship were trembling instinctively.

Cassandra's body began to undergo terrifying changes.

Her black long hair floated as if it had life, the ends of each hair strand flashing with purple electric light, weaving a complex energy network in the air.

Her skin became transparent, and one could see hot energy blood like magma flowing inside, each heartbeat producing visible light pulses.

Her originally beautiful purple eyes had now become two constantly rotating micro-black holes, containing terrifying gravity sufficient to tear reality apart.

Just looking at these eyes would make the observer feel their soul being slowly dragged, as if about to be sucked into a bottomless abyss.

This was the manifestation of Cassandra's Void Remains—"Gluttonous Vortex."

The essence of Void Remains is the highest condensation of a wizard's own philosophy and power, and Cassandra's philosophy was endless desire for conquest and swallowing impulses.

Her Void Remains could "swallow" all forms of existence, including matter, energy, souls, and even abstract concepts and rules.

Under the influence of the power of the Void Remains, everyone else in the command room felt strong pressure.

It was a threat from the level of existence.

As if as long as Cassandra was willing, she could "digest" their very existence at any time.

"Everyone wait here for my good news."

Her voice now carried multiple echoes, just like countless people speaking at the same time.

Each syllable vibrated the basic structure of reality, causing subtle distortions in the surrounding space:

"I'll go meet that so-called 'God'."

After speaking, her figure instantly disappeared, leaving only a purple energy crack slowly healing in the air.

……

Vital supreme commander Azalos stood on a warship closest to the "God."

This legendary figure of the Vital civilization had lived for over three thousand years.

His tentacles had established permanent connections with dozens of star-sky giant beasts, and his entire body emitted deep cosmic power.

"Great Lord of the Star Sector..."

Azalos conveyed his request to their god with the most devout spiritual intention:

"These invaders have trampled on your domain and polluted the star sea where your people reside. Please descend divine punishment and drive them away completely!"

"God" slowly turned its huge head, those star-like eyes scanning the distant wizard fleet.

In its perception, those warships were like a group of annoying parasites, gnawing on its flesh and blood.

"Invaders..."

God's intention echoed like thunder throughout the star sector, and even planets light-years away could hear this sound:

"Get out of my domain, or suffer eternal wrath."

But the wizards clearly had no intention of backing down.

Facing the threat, more Void Remains began to manifest on the battlefield.

Great wizards specializing in elemental spells united to create a huge elemental storm in the void.

Fire, frost, star-shattering, storms, the four basic elements blended crazily under their control, forming a terrifying energy vortex.

Necromancy-series great wizards summoned more resentment spirit legions from the abyss.

Hundreds of millions of dead souls surged out like dark clouds.

They were once members of various races conquered by the wizard civilization, now bound as restless war weapons.

But these attacks appeared so insignificant in front of God.

It just waved its tentacles lightly, completely dispersing the huge elemental storm.

Under the influence of its life force field, those resentment spirit legions actually began to regain flesh-and-blood bodies, breaking free from the wizards' control.

"Stupid invaders." Its anger began to escalate:

"You don't understand what you are facing; I am the elder of the star sea, the witness of the universe. In front of me, your power is nothing but the light of fireflies."

After speaking, God began to display its true power.

It opened its huge mouth; that was the collision of matter and antimatter, the entanglement of time and space.

As soon as this power appeared, the reality structure of the entire battlefield began to disintegrate.

The shields of the wizard warships shattered like paper, and even the Great Wizard's Void Remains appeared shaky in front of this primitive power.

At the critical moment, a crack tore open in the void.

Cassandra's figure jumped out from the crack, appearing directly near the head of the other party's huge body.

Compared to its huge body size, she appeared as insignificant as dust.

But when she activated the complete form of the Void Remains, the contrast of power reversed slightly.

"Gluttonous Abyss" began to display its true terrifying essence.

Cassandra's body constantly expanded, while becoming increasingly transparent.

The center was absolute darkness, where even the concept itself would be swallowed.

The edges flickered with energy flows of various colors, each representing a different existence that had been swallowed and digested.

……

After an extremely long period of time, Cassandra, whose face was extremely pale, returned to the private cabin of the flagship "Monarch."

Only after borrowing a heritage item bestowed upon her by her ancestor "King of Absurdity" and consuming a large amount of origin power did she barely manage to drive away that ancient god.

The witch closed all communication equipment and set up the highest-level isolation barrier around the room.

Only in this absolutely private environment did she dare to reveal her true inner emotions.

Exhaustion, unprecedented exhaustion.

Not just energy depletion, but a heavy burden on the spirit.

This war had lasted for thirteen years, consuming too much of her heart and resources.

What was even more frustrating was that victory was still far away.

She walked slowly to a specially made safe in the center of the room and unlocked the layers of seals with her own blood and soul imprint.

After the cabinet opened, there was only one thing inside.

It was a mysterious card shimmering with the colorful light of the stars.

The existence of this card was one of the main reasons she insisted on carrying out this conquest.

The card material looked like solidified starlight itself, the touch warm as jade, but carrying a certain mysterious texture that transcended matter.

Its front was carved with exceptionally eye-catching sword and crown patterns.

Light bands like the Milky Way flowed on the sword blade, each ray of light containing an indescribable sharp will;

The crown was inlaid with seven gems of different colors, each gem representing the source of a basic power.

Time, space, matter, energy, life, death, and the "existence" itself that transcends everything.

Cassandra stroked the surface of the card lightly.

Just touching it made her feel infinite possibilities, as if the entire universe were opening its arms to her.

Below the sword and crown, there was a thin progress bar.

The design of this progress bar was extremely precise, composed of countless tiny runes.

Each rune represented a specific conquest achievement, and only when the corresponding conditions were met would the rune be lit up.

But now, this progress bar was not even half lit.

About one-third of the runes were flickering with faint light, showing the current completion degree.

And after the battle with God just now, a few more runes lit up.

"Damn it... still not enough..."

She cursed in a low voice, a look of extreme irritability appearing in her eyes.

When she originally chose the Vital Republic as the conquest target, she thought that with the powerful strength of the Wizard Expeditionary Army, the conquest could be completed within ten years at most.

But now it seems that this judgment was indeed too optimistic.

The card needs not just simple military victory, but deep-level civilization conquest.

It must completely destroy their spiritual network, enslave their collective consciousness, and even completely rewrite their way of existence.

Only in this way can the harsh requirements of the card be met.

And once all conditions are met, this "Star" level "Conquest" card will be completely activated...

A look of fanaticism appeared in Cassandra's eyes.

She had already experienced the power of the "Silver" and "Gold" level cards.

After those cards were activated, they all allowed her to take a big step forward on the wizard path.

And the power intensity contained in this "Star" level conquest card was something she couldn't even imagine.

Perhaps it could allow her to master some kind of authority in advance, allowing her to contend with the Wizard King as a Great Wizard, just like the Clock King Erica in history...

But the problem is, at the current war progress, it will take at least several more years to complete the conquest.

And those "allies" under her clearly don't have such patience.

The great wizards of the Elemental Garden have already begun to complain that the losses are too heavy;

Melvis and others from the Tower of Resonance have also begun to spread defeatism;

Even some conquest-faction wizards who had always supported her have begun to doubt the prospects of this war.

What's worse is that the abrupt appearance of "God" just now also caused huge losses to the fleet.

All members of the expeditionary army have collectively begun to think about a question:

Conquering such a civilization that is both tough and resilient will inevitably pay an extremely terrible price.

And is all this really worth it?

Cassandra stared at the conquest card in her hand, her expression becoming deeper and deeper.

The quagmire of war, the dissatisfaction of allies, the consumption of resources...

Every problem is like a sharp blade hanging over her head.

"And Eve's matter..."

She thought of the communication she had with her daughter before, that bold assumption about treating magic-devouring through the favor feedback from Luo En's breakthrough.

At that time, she promised to consider it seriously, but now it seems...

Cassandra walked to the depths of the cabin, where there was an altar made of the flesh and blood of the Crown Clan members.

The surface of the altar wriggled with dense blood vessel networks, each pulsation releasing faint space-time fluctuations.

This was the only way for her to communicate directly with the "King of Absurdity"—her bloodline ancestor.

She pressed her palm on the center of the altar, and her mental power began to extend upward along the bloodline connection, attempting to touch that great existence that transcends time and space.

"Ancestor... I need your guidance..."

Cassandra's call was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response in the void.

She frowned and increased the output of her mental power.

The blood vessel network began to jump violently, making a beating sound like a heart.

But there was still no response.

"Ancestor! Regarding Eve's treatment plan, I need your opinion!"