Novel Full Chapter 4237: Khor’s Rage! I
Chapter 4237: Khor’s Rage! I
Outside, in the roiling chaos of what was once the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, the forces of Law were throwing a tantrum against the unyielding walls of his new fortress.
It was, he had to admit, deeply satisfying to watch.
He turned his gaze from the futile assault to the figure who had materialized silently beside him.
Malphas, this glorious Attendant, bowed with a grace that was both perfect and predatory.
"The stage is set, My Lord," Malphas said, his voice a low, calm murmur that carried the weight of absolute command.
"Maintain you gaze and increase it to cover all Folds if you can."
...!
"And begin spreading the news," Noah continued, a devilish smile touching his lips.
"A rumor. A whisper. A ’Sanctuary’ of impossible power and untold treasures has appeared in a region of Collapse near the territories of the Living Laws. Let the greedy and the desperate come. Let them test my walls and feed my growth. None of them are dumb as they will soon sense the siphoning of their power and may even stop attacking...we need to make it so that they cannot stop attacking even if they want to."
HUUM!
Malphas’s crimson eyes gleamed with a profound, almost zealous, understanding. He saw the beautiful, terrible elegance of his Master’s plan.
A fortress that fed on the aggression of its enemies. It was a strategy of such pure, refined tyranny that it bordered on art.
"Yes, My Lord," he said, his voice a smooth, cultured purr of absolute obedience.
With a final, deep bow, he dissolved into the shadows, his consciousness already spreading across the Folds like an unseen plague.
Noah’s attention then shifted to a screen only he could see, this one showing the chaotic, marbled halls of the Juridical Sanctum.
He watched as his son, Henry, and his small, absurdly powerful party carved a path of elegant destruction through the prison’s defenses.
New, more powerful Dukes of Law were arriving, their auras blazing with righteous fury, turning what had been a simple training exercise into a genuine, high-stakes conflict. It was time to end the lesson!
A mental message, a thread of pure, paternal command, shot across the Folds and into his son’s mind.
’You may return now. But your entry needs to be... public.’
...!
He began to relay the instructions, his thoughts a precise, detailed script for the performance to come.
’Play the role of an arrogant young master. Your expression should be one of bored condescension. Your words should drip with the kind of entitlement that makes even a saint want to land a fist on your face. Mock them. Make them burn with a rage so profound they lose all reason. Tell them they are unworthy of entering this grand ’Inheritance of THE Creature.’ Make them believe that our new home is a prize to be won, not a fortress to be feared.’
WAA!
As the message was sent, Noah watched the scene outside The Loom’s Aegis.
The assembled Dukes of Law were still hurling their conceptual weapons at the barrier, their frustration mounting with each failed attempt. And then, a new variable entered their equation!
A portal of brilliant, white-gold light tore open in the space just before the Aegis.
From it, Henry and his party stepped out!
He carried himself with a new, infuriating swagger. He looked at the assembled Dukes, these ancient pillars of Law, not with fear, but with a look of profound, weary boredom. He even had the audacity to yawn.
One of the Dukes, a being of 700 Trillion Complexity whose form was a perfect, symmetrical crystal of pure law, spoke, his voice a thunderclap of authority.
"Who are you?!"
Henry looked at him, a slow, condescending smile spreading across his face. "Oh, are the locals still making a fuss?" he asked, his voice laced with an insufferable, aristocratic drawl.
He gestured vaguely at the colossal, blue-gold fortress behind him. "You’re all trying to get into this wonder? An Inheritance left behind by THE Creature?"
He laughed. It was not a sound of mirth, but a short, barking noise of pure, unadulterated condescension.
"You?" he scoffed, his gaze sweeping over them with dismissive contempt.
"You could try for a million years and you would never be worthy. This is a sanctuary for the chosen, not a playground for you fossils. Stop wasting your energy and go back to stamping your little edicts of law!"
HUUM!
The air crackled with a shock and rage so potent it threatened to collapse space itself. But before the enraged Dukes could even begin to formulate an attack, Henry turned his back on them.
He led his party...Liora on his arm, a smirking Lilith, a stoic Ayame, and a happily bouncing Young Inevitability, with Bob and others following behind- towards the Aegis.
The blue-gold barrier, which had been an impenetrable wall to the Living Laws, parted for them like a welcoming curtain!
They stepped through and vanished from sight, leaving the most powerful beings of Law in a state of stunned, apoplectic silence.
For a long, terrible moment, there was only the sound of the roiling chaos of Collapse. The Dukes stood frozen, their minds buzzing to process the sheer, unmitigated gall of what had just transpired.
"Blasphemy!" the aggressive Duke roared, his body blazing with golden chains of fury.
"We should shatter this fortress and drag that arrogant whelp out by his very essence!"
"Calm yourself, Acteon," a serene, female voice interjected. It was Duke Themis, her form a graceful weaving of silver light, her eyes holding the wisdom of a billion legal precedents.
"That is precisely what he wants."
The other Dukes turned to her, their rage momentarily checked by her cold, analytical tone.
"Think," she commanded, her voice a soothing balm on their inflamed pride. "He appeared from nowhere, provoked us with specific, inflammatory words, and then retreated into an impenetrable fortress that he knew we could not breach. This was not a random act of arrogance. It was a taunt designed to elicit a specific response: a full-scale, furious, and ultimately fruitless, assault on this barrier."
Duke Justinius, his symmetrical form radiating a cold, logical light, processed her words. "And why? What does he gain from our attack?"
Themis’s gaze was fixed on the Aegis, her mind dissecting the puzzle. "That is the question we must answer. This barrier... it does not seem to weaken under our assault. On the contrary, it seems to... enjoy it. It absorbs our attacks as we expend our authority." her voice dropped, a chilling note of dawning horror in it!
Another Duke countered, "Or perhaps it is misdirection. They mention an ’Inheritance of THE Creature.’ Is it truth? A lie to make us waste our resources here while they pursue another objective?"
Themis nodded, acknowledging the possibility. "Indeed. We have been presented with a mystery wrapped in a fortress, delivered by an insult. We are being played."
She turned to the others, her expression now one of grim, strategic resolve. "We will not play his game. We will start our own."
Her voice rang out, a new, colder command.
"Cease the assault. Establish a perimeter. We will observe. We will analyze. We will learn. We will not feed this... thing, whatever it is. Let them sit in his fortress. Let them think theh are safe. We are the Law. Our patience is as infinite as our judgment."
...!
The Dukes, their rage now cooled into a simmering, calculated fury, nodded in agreement.
They had been outplayed in the opening move, but the match was far from over. They would watch, they would wait, and they would find a weakness. They always did!