Soul of Negary

Volume 6 Chapter 36: Celestial - Desolate war (4)

“Have the Demons not noticed our false intel?” at the Eastern River fortress, the commander on the Desolates’ side was observing the approaching Celestials army through his binoculars.

“So the so-called Demon race is only this level after all!”

A certain number of Desolates had indeed been stationed at the Eastern River Fortress, pretending to want to attack through the Eastern River. Some large transport ships had also been prepared here for credibility.

The Desolate had made sure to prepare as many countermeasures against the Celestials’ information network as possible, ensuring that the Celestials wouldn’t be able to find out where they would launch their attack from.

Putting the binoculars in his hand down, the Desolates’ commander handed it to his second-in-command. There weren’t actually too many of these binoculars, as the Desolates had only just formed a technology department after witnessing the Celestials’ massive technological advancements.

In reality, without technology from other worlds as a reference, without professional scientific discipline, they hadn’t actually been able to produce any technology of their own. All of the products they’ve produced so far have been nothing but inferior replicas of items they’ve managed to salvage or steal from the Celestials.

This couldn’t be helped at all. While Celestial scientists had to use their fantasies to make up for some of the pivotal points in their technology, their scientific discipline was still undeniable. Meanwhile, these Desolates were copycats that could only copy every aspect of the technologies they obtained, then used a large amount of resources to reproduce them, which had gone the exact opposite direction of this technology’s original intentions.

“Pretend like you’re going to attack and draw those Demons’ attention. We’ll make sure these invaders know that the one who will win in the end will be our Desolate Republic!” the Desolate commander ordered his second-in-command.

From the perspective of the Desolates, all the Celestials were invaders, and the only thing they should do is to thoroughly eradicate them all to ease their grudge.

Thanks to their abundant resources, not only had many geniuses been born, but even the existing Desolates had grown to the level of Shamans, and even Grand Shamans.

In this world’s power system, those who had reached the end of the Converging Path and fully depicted their Totems would be able to use their Totems to release their [Origins] and obtain an Inward Aspect, gradually nurturing the Inward Aspect until they reaches the third stage of release. Normally, this would be the preparation process to sustain a Seed of Truth.

However, the Desolate Sacrifice world doesn’t actually want these Desolates to actually obtain a Seed of Truth, because at that point, they would be able to truly wield the Totems, turning them into the foundation and soil for their Truth to foster.

Because of this, as far as the Desolates understood, there was no such thing as Seed of Truth for them to sustain. After going through arduous efforts to release their [Origin] to its third stage, they would fuse their Inward Aspect with their Outward Aspect.

From that point, they will have reached the limit of their power, becoming a so-called Grand Shaman. They would no longer have the capability of witnessing Truth, or truly obtain their Totem. After their deaths, their Inward Aspects would also be absorbed by the Ancestral Wild.

Of course, the majority of them wouldn’t have been able to sustain a Seed of Truth in the first place, and becoming a Grand Shaman would at least grant them superior combat prowess compared to before, which didn’t pale too much in comparison to those who had obtained a Seed of Truth.

While Desolates had superior constitution compared to humans, the essence of their lifeforms did not surpass humans by much, and for these non-advanced species, it would only take a minor shortcoming during the maturation to cause a problem when sustaining a Seed of Truth.

Perhaps due to lacking constitution, or a mental fault, or something minor that you’ve never noticed before, attempting to sustain a Seed of Truth could easily cause your existence to collapse. You’d either be assimilated by the [Origin] and become a mindless monster, or simply die and return the seed to your [Origin].

Of course, what this meant was that a Grand Shaman’s combat prowess was undeniable. In all of the Desolate Sacrifice world’s history, every Grand Shaman had been a leading figure that shaped the era’s course of development, but now there were a total of 13 of these Grand Shamans within the Desolate Republic, plus a few hundred Shamans who had already manifested an Inward Aspect, not to mention over ten thousand first-rate Warriors who had reached the Converging Path and were qualified to become Shamans.

Never before had the Desolates of the Desolate Sacrifice world been quite as powerful as they were now, which made the Desolates extremely confident in being able to repel these invaders and protect their home.

We will go down into history as the greatest generation of Desolate, the target of admiration for countless descendants!

As the Desolate commander was excitedly thinking to himself, he heard another report from his second-in-command.

“What? You said that those Demons are currently boarding their ships? What are they trying to do? Are they actually thinking to launch an attack?” the Desolate commander turned around to see his second-in-command’s panicked expression and grabbed the binoculars back from him to observe the faraway situation.

They had seen the Celestials preparing several large steamships earlier but opted to ignore it because they thought it was only meant for defense against their attacks. Never did they think that the Celestials would immediately board the ships in groups after organizing themselves.

“This number of troops isn’t right! Report the situation to the backline with our communicators right away!” the commander still doesn’t understand what the Celestials were trying to do, but he could tell that it wouldn’t be something good for them.

“Reporting sir, there’s something interfering with our signal in the city, all of our communicators had been rendered useless!” the second-in-command’s expression had gone completely pale because of the communication failure.

“Send someone to report through the Ancestral Wild!” right as the commander gave this order, he remembered how the Grand Shaman had warned him that something was happening with the Ancestral Wild recently and that they shouldn’t try to enter the Ancestral Wild through their Totems.

The Grand Shaman’s warnings were a bit obscured, which suggested that something terrible must be happening in the Ancestral Wild, but it was no longer time to worry about that. If they couldn’t send this information back in time, the Desolates might simply lose right here and now.

Very quickly, a Warrior closed both of his eyes and manifested a complete Totem on his back, sent his consciousness into his Totem, then disappeared together with his Totem. He had entered the Ancestral Wild in an attempt to report the situation to another Totem.

But immediately after his soul entered the Ancestral Wild, without having the time to rebalance himself, a wave of violent energy had washed over and turned his Totem into pure Source Energy. The soul that was travelling within the Totem had been thoroughly erased without so much as a shriek.

Meanwhile, in the Eastern River fortress, the Warrior’s life signs all ceased instantly, leaving a solid corpse behind.

“No, that can’t be” the commander’s expression also froze up: “Send someone away from the Eastern River. No matter the cost, we must send this information out”

“I think it’s already too late, commander” his second-in-command said with a stunned expression while looking into the distance.

What he saw was Noah in a simple black robe hovering above the Eastern River, his long black hair fluttering in the wind without any emotion on his face: “Divine Order: Destroy!”

With Noah’s declaration, the water of the Eastern River surged forward into a gigantic wave that crashed into the Eastern River fortress.

The Desolates inside the city tried to perform any Cede curses they could to resist the violent wave.

But all of their Cede curses went haywire halfway through casting. Either they were fired off too prematurely and struck one another, or something went wrong that caused the entire Cede curse to fail, some of them even produced backlash against the caster. The few of them who did manage to perform their Cede curses properly ended up being insignificant against the gigantic wave.

Under Noah’s divine order, this entire city would definitely be destroyed. As Negary’s Righteous, the sustainer of his Truth, and master of the World Tree, anything he utters would come true without fail.

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