Chapter 501: 118. Timely Assistance in the Snow
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
“Dad, wake up…”
“Dad…”
“Dad, please wake up…”
Dad?
Since when have I been a father?
Mikhail thought drowsily.
At this moment, his mind was blank, still lingering in a half-asleep state after just waking up from a dream.
But this sudden, androgynous, somewhat stiff murmuring pulled his memories back to the past new Moscow city, back to the misty night, the shimmering neon streets, back to that chaotic and troubled era.
Back then, he would lean on the balcony between the tall buildings, sharing a glass of vodka with his wife, gazing far away at the elevators traveling between the sky and the ground, watching the traffic below and the bustle filled with prosthetics.
The faint gunfire was a fierce drumbeat, the exaggerated neon ads were a passionate prelude, and the wind from the passing trams was a wild chorus.
Back then, after drinking, her face was flushed, her red lips like fire, her graceful figure leaning against the railing swaying slightly, like a tipsy dance.
He could no longer clearly remember her specific appearance, only recalling her saying,
“Mikhail, if we have children in the future, let’s go outside the city. Don’t let them be like us with prosthetics…”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
The next second, before the next tram passed, Mikhail’s pupils dilated slightly, instantly waking from his dream.
He instinctively searched for the voice that had called and reminded him in his sleep, but at this moment in the foggy Ideal Nation, he found nothing.
Could it be an illusion?
But that name…
For some reason, he suddenly remembered that artificial intelligence created by Michael, which was named based on his suggestion, and that AI’s name was the same as the name he had agreed upon with his wife for their future child.
But he hadn’t integrated with that AI yet.
He sat up in a daze, only to suddenly discover that a light black thread had been wrapped around his body at some point. The thread was continuously writhing, tightening around Mikhail, and when it made contact with his flesh, a piercing chill flowed through him.
But the thread remained on the surface of his body, writhing without penetrating, as if this strange thread couldn’t harm him.
Mikhail frowned, remembering that last night he had been drinking with Gouwen in the dogmen settlement and had passed out directly here without going home.
“Gouwen?! Gouwen?!”
He hurriedly searched for the figure of the whale folk, and just as he turned his head, he saw Gouwen tightly wrapped in black threads, being slowly swallowed by the ground.
Mikhail’s soul nearly left his body in fear as he struggled to rise from those threads and rushed to Gouwen’s side, tearing at the threads on him with his prosthetic arm.
“Gouwen! Wake up! Wake up!”
“Slap! Slap!”
Seeing he couldn’t wake him, Mikhail quickly raised his prosthetic arm and gave him two loud slaps; even Gouwen’s Fourteenth Rank face turned slightly red from those heavy hits.
“Ugh…”
Gouwen finally reacted from the slap, groggily murmuring, his eyes still shut, and his first words were,
“This familiar whining feeling… Wife?”
Great, looks like he’s still not clear-headed.
“…You’re a lunatic, get up quickly; something’s wrong!”
“What?”
Just as Gouwen completely woke up, Mikhail hurriedly pulled him up from the ground. During the process of pulling, Mikhail suddenly saw more of those bizarre threads beneath the ground, entangling countless subhumans who were gradually wilting, quickly caught up by death.
This sight sent Mikhail’s soul into a panic; he gritted his teeth and stood up, leaving the dogmen’s room, looking out at the misty, eerily quiet Ideal Nation. Just as he wanted to say something, Gouwen rushed to cover his mouth and pulled him back into the room.
As Mikhail was confused, figures exuding a terrifying aura zipped through the thick fog outside like lightning. The terrifying presence swept through the streets like a tornado, making even the buildings formed primarily by Chuan’s power tremble under the violent aura.
“Ding ding ding…”
As those beings rapidly moved, crisp sounds like silver bells resonated, instantly reminding Mikhail of the silver earrings hanging from Chuan’s ears.
They were all elves!
Behind him, Gouwen, who had completely woken up, looked serious as he stared at the elves rapidly passing by, heading toward the central stone tower, whispering to Mikhail,
“It shouldn’t be like this. Margaret said they would soon master the Loom, and now that the World Tree hasn’t yet appeared, the elves have come in ahead… This is wrong, and there’s a very strong death aura here…”
Mikhail patted Gouwen’s hand, signaling him to let go of his mouth. After Gouwen complied, Mikhail speculated,
“Is it possible that there’s a problem with Margaret and Tang Zeming?”
“You’re quite clever, at least a bit smarter than my wife.”
“…”
Gouwen’s confidence buff hadn’t worn off yet, and Mikhail didn’t know how to respond.
“Regardless, we must go see. If it comes to it, we’ll abandon this place and retreat with the World Tree’s tears.”
Fortunately, aside from his confidence, Gouwen’s brain was still functioning normally. He reached into his clothes but couldn’t find his familiar golden dagger, instantly puzzled, and exclaimed,
“Wait! Where’s my knife?!”
“Is that thing really that important?”
“…Hahahaha, it’s just whatever, let’s go! We need to move out quickly!”
A layer of cold sweat emerged uncontrollably on Gouwen’s forehead, but his expression remained confident as he released Mikhail and prepared to set off toward the stone tower.
However, Mikhail didn’t move immediately. At this moment, his eyes, which essentially functioned as a miniature computer, flashed slightly, and a phantom subtitle appeared before him.
That voice from his dreams seemed to linger in his ears, and his heart gradually quickened.
He saw two lines of Russian written on the phantom subtitle in front of him:
【Detected unknown external resource, link it?】
【External resource: David】
…
…
The nine elves led by the Duke of Peach quickly passed through the misty Ideal Nation. The closer they got to the central stone tower, the thicker the aura of death became, which made the Duke of Peach’s expression worsen, as it meant that the damn plan of the Trans had already begun.
Deep underground, the previously unconscious aura of the authority of death became increasingly active, fully changing according to the program modified by Margaret using the Loom.
As Margaret had previously speculated, the power needed to reach the ultimate goal could not even be attained by a demigod; hence, the power of divine authority was essential. The unconscious authority of death had never fully activated its power, and now if it were completely activated, the unconscious god of death, Heya, would completely awaken.
The authority of death was constantly interfering with the world, and once the awareness of the deity awoke and infused this interference with the subjective meaning of the deity, everything would be doomed!
【Gods must absolutely not interfere with the world】—this was the iron law that upheld this world!
“Duke of Peach, there are two mythical beings ahead!”
“I know, trash.”
The Duke of Peach’s eyes narrowed, revealing the silhouette of Chuan and the unruly angel, Hela, confronting each other at the foot of the distant stone tower.
The Duke of Peach quickly made a decision; her expression grew cold, and she instantly flashed behind Chuan, pressing him down to the ground before he could react, causing a deep pit to form in the ground.
“Peach…”
Chuan incredulously turned his head to look at the cold-faced Duke of Peach behind him, seemingly wanting to say something, but at this moment, the Duke of Peach had no time to pay attention to him. She glanced at the smiling angel in the distance and gritted her teeth, saying,
“Angel trash, get lost; this matter is beyond your concern.”
Hela nodded, indicating her agreement with the Duke of Peach’s handling of the Ideal Nation issue, but her body remained still, smiling as she pointed to the high tower above, saying,
“Sorry, Duke of Peach, my man is still up there, so I can’t leave for now!”
“Your man?”
The Duke of Peach looked as if she had stumbled into a knowledge blind spot, first glancing upward and then at Hela, who had completely transformed into a feminine figure, before her face turned colder. Just as she was about to speak, a dangerously powerful aura suddenly emanated from above.
The Duke of Peach looked up, only to see a writhing mass of flesh rising from the broken tower, a loathsome creature mixed with the tears of the World Tree, continuously screaming and howling, while exuding an aura of death and chaos that even made the Duke of Peach’s heart race, expanding in mid-air.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
The crisp sound of a baby crying suddenly erupted in mid-air, and then, from beneath the still unfused tears of the World Tree, countless black tentacles, radiating a sinister aura, began to grow and rush downward.
The thick chaotic power was akin to the natural enemy of all things; only now did the elves realize what kind of power the gods had required the three demigods to avoid for millennia: [chaos].
That Trans was merely a human.
“Matilda! Yes! Just like that! Hurry… hurry and be born… Mommy is here…”
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Above the stone tower, Margaret’s voice came through intermittently as the Duke of Peach watched helplessly as the terrifying tentacles seemed to instinctively recognize Margaret, wrapping around and protecting the entire top of the stone tower.
With the appearance of that loathsome “baby,” the aura of the authority of death became extremely active, and the Duke of Peach even felt that the baby was beginning to become a part of the authority of death, executing the commands issued after the Loom modification.
The chaotic and death affinity of the Trans was shockingly well-matched; it seemed that each Trans had a different type of chaos within them, but that Margaret had a closer relationship with death? Could it be those pieces of knowledge she wrote on the scroll?
“Ugh ah ah ah!”
Until that dreadful shriek rang out, the blood-and-flesh baby extended countless phantom threads of death, reaping more sleeping subhumans with death. Chuan, who was pressed to the ground by the Duke of Peach, finally realized something was wrong.
Margaret’s plan was different from what she had previously agreed upon.
Although Chuan’s rank was much higher than that of Tang Zeming, as previously compared to “ants,” on some level, they were all equally naïve.
When he realized he had been deceived and stood dumbfounded for a moment, a strand of death’s thread that made even the Duke of Peach’s heart thump had tightly entangled Chuan, the “sacrifice.”
“Why…”
He murmured in disbelief; perhaps at this moment, the threat of death paled in comparison to the doubts in his heart.
But in the next moment, he was pulled by the authority of death toward that mass of flesh, and in an instant, his powerful body, unified with his soul, was dissolved and disappeared by the authority of chaos and death, becoming fuel for Margaret’s execution of her plan.
“Fool!”
The Duke of Peach gritted her teeth and said, but she was after all the most powerful mythical being present, and facing the terrifying chaos that had erupted for the first time in this world, her mind did not crash.
This guy was not invincible, but relying solely on herself and the remaining mythical beings wouldn’t suffice.
She was injured, unable to fully exert her power, and even when arriving, she harbored a bit of selfishness because this venture was perilous; facing the riot of the authority of death, it was very likely that all the elves brought along wouldn’t survive. Therefore, the elves brought by the Duke were mostly at levels fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen; the higher-tiered reinforcements were still within the Tree Continent.
However, in the face of this degree of chaos, even if more came, they would be of no use; what she needed was power as strong as her own…
But the Mother was taking too long; far longer than the eruption of chaos…
“Zzzzz!”
Just then, above the sky, the clouds twisted, and a waterfall-like bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the heavens, its immense power so vast that even against the chaos that devoured all rules, it could stand its ground.
With a piercing baby cry and the burnt stench of flesh, a powerful angel with white hair and brown skin slowly descended from the clouds above.
It was the archangel Remiel.
Facing the archangel who had just battled her, the Duke of Peach felt a bit relieved; with two beings at the Nineteenth Rank present, their chances of handling this chaos increased greatly.
“That thing contains the authority of chaos; we need to separate the chaos authority from that being! We’re not sure if our combined strength is enough, everyone, including you, trash angel, needs to engage!”
Well, from the fact that she no longer referred to Remiel as “trash,” it was clear she was in a better mood now.
The last “trash angel” referred to Hela.
“No need for trouble, Lady Duke of Peach; I have arrived.”
At that moment, a ethereal and holy voice rang out from behind, and as the voice appeared, the Duke of Peach froze slightly.
Furrowing her brows and turning her head, she saw an angel with their eyes covered in silk slowly emerging from the thick fog.
Three pairs of phantom silver wings expanding behind her effectively accentuated her terrifying power.
This individual was not a weaker archangel like Remiel; instead, she was one of the best among them…
“Archangel, Salie?”
“Indeed, I come on behalf of the Holy Realm to assist, and I also apologize for the prior offense on the Tree Continent.”
“…Hmph, I’ve also hurt your people, so let’s call it even. It seems you’ve quickly received my message through the elves; at least you’re faster than the Dragon God. By the way, have you dealt with that chaotic one earlier?”
“……”
Salie smiled but didn’t respond, instead, behind her, Hela, who seemed to also be unaware of Salie’s sudden appearance, raised a hand like an obvious flag, pointing at the tower above and saying,
“He’s still up there and hasn’t come down.”
“…What do you mean? Are you seriously going to drive chaos out with chaos? Just one Trans has already caused so much trouble; you want to group them together?”
Seeing the Duke of Peach about to explode again, as another “trash” was about to come out, the blind Salie quickly raised her hand and said,
“Duke of Peach, let’s first deal with the immediate chaos; with Remiel and me here, along with you, we should be able to resolve this chaos before the authority of death fully awakens.”
“It looks that way; as for those two Trans above… Heh.”
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