Chapter 1315: Misfortune and Good Fortune

Chapter 1315 -1006: Misfortune and Good Fortune

“It seems that the Golden Dawn is indeed operating within.”

In the Central Decision Room of the Jurisdiction Bureau, the observational results from the Bronze Eye’s probe are being circulated, with quiet murmurs among the Current Circumstances high officials witnessing everything.

Not only are there members from the Astronomical Society’s various departments, but also specialists from the Five Constants and envoys from the Five Great Genealogies.

The Egypt envoy, who has calmly entered a state of silence, is multitasking by interfacing with the Jurisdiction Bureau’s envoy, who appears helpless, signing one agreement after another.

Egypt had already entered single-mode well before this.

Though it’s unclear what agreement was reached when that Pharaoh met with the Silent Ones Stone Stele, it’s absurd that the Guide Association approved his proposal.

Despite that, what needs to be done, is still done. On one-sixth of the Hell defense line, the Egyptian hoard has already spread across the golden desert.

In the Jurisdiction Bureau’s observation, they’ve even moved a third of the Pharaoh’s tomb across, which is considered impregnable. Even if the Element of Destruction, Apophis, crashes head-on, it would pose no problem.

If the Pharaoh is to die first, then let him. They’ve even placed their ancestral tombs there; what else could be demanded of them? Aren’t you human?

Egypt invested twice the resources compared to other genealogies to secure this solid defense line, and in exchange, the Jurisdiction Bureau should not interfere in Egypt Genealogy and internal territorial matters.

The Pharaoh has his reasons for doing this.

This is neither surprising nor concerning—similar conditions and exchanges exist, more or less, among other Great Genealogies; Dongxia’s Dragon Vein, Russian Federation’s Holy Coffin, America’s Sun Calendar Stone, even Rome’s six wonders and Wolf Blood Land…everyone is somewhat unwilling to easily reveal their family heritage.

“The pseudo-starscape is already spread across Current Circumstances, right?”

Xuan Niao complained to the Hall Director of the Papal Authority beside him, “You ought to control your astronomy enthusiasts; last time, the mapping used in the war among realms showed flaws, and we spent ages calming Doomsday rumors.”

“This time for sure, this time for sure.”

The starscape in the Current Circumstances now probably already exhibits all sorts of inconceivable changes. Behind the Astronomical Society’s curtain, countless stars shine alarmingly bright.

The closer Hell gets to the Current Circumstances, the more this distance will be reflected in the constellations.

Xuan Niao, without even looking, can imagine what Sirius Killer spinning wildly looks like—a version environment utterly unfriendly to him.

Drastically reduced in strength, losing nine-tenths.

This is what he told the Jurisdiction Bureau; whether others believe it, that’s another matter.

“Hey, everyone’s here.” The noble blood sacrifice ritualist from America came over, smiling, “Regarding the water matter we mentioned a few days ago…”

“No talk, get lost!”

A uniform row of white eyes interrupted this crap topic.

And then, the piercing alarm rang again from the probe’s projection.

Source Fluctuation erupted like a geyser, spreading from the fierce Hell stars, a massive shadow rose from the darkness and emerged.

With massive wings covered in cracks and malformed protrusions, it soared freely from the depths.

A hideous body tore through the rainbow light shrouding the border, rising from the infinite mist, resembling a grotesque visage of countless writhing flesh extending from the darkness.

Looking down, observing!

It ferociously collided with the border defense line.

This triggered earth-shattering waves!

No one expected, in the moment the border defense line was completed, an assault from the Abyss would occur…

“Source substance spectrum analysis is out, the wavebands match those in the database.”

Bronze Eye’s analyst hurriedly adjusted the probe’s angle, projecting the full view of the newcomer onto the screen.

The monster from the Abyss Dark Zone, eternal thing, decaying poisonous species, bone-eater, and the ultimate name among countless titles…

—[Ruler · Rotting Dragon]!

Even with countless borders in between, it seemed one could hear that roar of wrath, full of endless resentment and anger.

Though unable to shake this heavy wall, it madly crashes against the defense in front.

Countless splintered fleshes fall from its wings, passing through the white mist, swiftly proliferating on the eerie land, forming countless mutant species.

In less than half an hour, it had already scattered flesh more than fifty times its body weight, sowing mutations and contamination millions of times beyond itself.

As if sowing plague, letting disaster spread over the misty field.

Separated by a daunting distance, Huai Shi and the others could sense that terrifying impact and destructive power. Yet somehow, looking at the observational images, it invoked an indescribable familiarity.

Why does this form seem just like… the Eternal Beast?

“Is it related to the Element of Destructive?” Huai Shi curiously asked.

“Indeed, it is.”

Responding was Gregory, the Ancient Alchemist said, “Based on deductions I obtained from the Existence Institute, there is necessarily causal relation between the Eternal Beast and the Rotting Dragon.

The similarities between it and derivative beings of the Eternal Beast couldn’t elude you.”

“Could it be the progeny of the Eternal Beast?” Huai Shi sneered.

“No, the Eternal Beast doesn’t possess reproductive ability, nor is there a need. Reproductive capability is meaningful for finite life, but the Eternal Beast, even through epochs’ end and world’s demise, could outlast. Besides, it got bored of life long ago, why bother with offspring?”

Gregory contemplated, organizing his words, “Strictly speaking, it is actually a creation of the Eternal Beast, or, once was part of the Eternal Beast…”

Defining the Rotting Dragon is truly a conundrum.

Should it be called the ‘shed husk’ of an Eternal Beast or a ‘product of suicide’?

Or perhaps, a failed outcome born from a once-successful suicide…

This ambiguous notion is indeed perplexing, yet in truth, it is this perplexity itself.

The Eternal Beast had long tired of living, which is why the Existence Institute was its very last resort. Before that, it had attempted countless times of failed suicide.

On several occasions, it indeed came close to success.

But in the end, it still met with failure.

Having tried everything, it still could not kill itself, only endlessly draw nearer to death, barely made it past the threshold, only to be cruelly dragged back from the edge by life.

Left on the other side of that threshold was this carcass.

This being known as the Rotting Dragon.

This chunk of flesh, shed from the original body, is no longer the Eternal Beast itself, entangled with copious amounts of life and death, forming a likeness that possesses both yet is distinct from both.

In short, it’s {mutation}.

It looks as though it’s living, yet continually rots, evidently should be dead, but lacks the serenity and tranquility of the dead.

And this vitality, dead yet not inert, alive yet unanimated, continues to solidify the elevated Source Substance to this day…

Endlessly mutating, ceaselessly solidifying!

Simultaneously, it brings about infinite pain.

It is absolutely the perfect specimen of the Abyss causing solidification and mutation to life, vividly displaying the true form of disaster.

Hoping that thing possesses rationality is overly extravagant; it was born from death, embodying dual attributes and dual anguish of life and death, unable to find release whether living or dead.

The moment it came into being, it had but one goal.

To seek revenge on its creator!

To return this unrelenting pain ten thousandfold!

“Sounds like it’s not difficult to solve.”

Huai Shi, stunned for a long time, asked curiously, “Why not have the Eternal Beast take it back?”

“…”

In the silence, Gregory’s expression turned strange: “Well, Huai Shi, something carelessly spat out, and forced back in, will only make more come out…”

“All right, stop talking, I’m about to puke.” Huai Shi waved his hand, unable to listen any longer.

“That being said, it seems you’re actually a kind of sibling to it?” Gregory’s expression was peculiar, “After all, you also have a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny bit of the Eternal Beast’s flesh in you.”

“You saying that makes it even more disgusting!”

Huai Shi was about to throw up.

His fortune amidst misfortune was, ultimately, he did not throw up.

Unfortunate was, the radar suddenly sounded a piercing alarm—amidst the Hell stars in the Abyss, in a vast emptiness, suddenly countless tiny points of light appeared.

Those light points rapidly expanded, forming ripples, surging in all directions. Wherever they passed, whether dust or vegetation, even the hidden airships, warships, and various bizarre creatures lurking aside were instantly ‘squeezed’ out.

The once desolate void world suddenly became lively.

Those hoping to fish in troubled waters, exploit the chaos, or make a windfall… all were stunned, staring at one another, unexpectedly finding so many neighbors!

It was almost like a marketplace, nearly too crowded to move!

“What the hell!”

Huai Shi was flabbergasted: “How are there so many hiding?!”

“Who knows, quickly hold steady!”

Raymond shouted in panic, roaring: “Something sinister is coming our way!”

There was no time to worry about the border defense line and the Rotting Dragon’s war anymore.

For right before them, in the void of Hell, suddenly an eye seemingly occupying the infinite Abyss slowly opened.

A vast pupil indifferent to the airship near at hand.

In the next instant, the light of destruction erupted forth!

That light, devoid of any color or temperature, rained down from the oversight of the Abyssal Eye onto the limitless void.

Whether from Hell or Current Circumstances, or the swarms leaping between them, even the rulers watching from afar were astonished.

In a profound silence devoid of sound, in this Abyss Yuan An akin to the cosmos itself, only countless voices of terror, confusion, and curses rose in succession.

Countless words converge into a single sentence—What the hell is happening?

Then, all sound vanished.