novelODS Chapter 1113 Comprehensive Protection
Chapter 1113 Comprehensive Protection
Above the continent of Talia, a purple void hangs low, as if ready to devour this scarred land at any moment.
Cana and Popote hovered in the clouds, their divine vision penetrating the barriers of space like invisible probes, precisely capturing the subtle pulses of every node in the defense network below.
The whole world is like a huge, intricately operated war machine.
The air was filled with deafening roars of artillery fire, shouts of soldiers, the clash of metal, and the shrieks of energy.
Alchemy turrets spewed beams of destruction, magical arrays wove a dazzling yet deadly magical barrier, and the light from teleportation portals flickered across the shattered earth.
Each node fortress has been transformed into a meat grinder, with soldiers relying on steel walls to wage a fierce tug-of-war against the endless purple waves.
Amidst this boiling crucible of war, Kana and Popper appeared strangely "leisurely."
It's not about being idle, but rather a deeper sense of powerlessness stemming from the constraints of rules.
As native deities, their power is too great. Their direct intervention in the material world battlefield will inevitably trigger an even more violent backlash from the will of the void.
We will send out a god-level expert at that time.
That would be the end of us.
In that situation, even if Kana were able to deal with a god-level powerhouse, he would still cause irreversible and enormous damage to the world.
The war between gods is extremely terrifying. Most gods are very restrained and vent their power in their own home world.
The world's will is now dormant, making it impossible to drag the gods sent from the void to another plane for battle.
The power of the void is irrational.
Therefore, they can only act as observers and coordinators, focusing their efforts on maintaining the regular operation of the defense network, the stability of transmission nodes, and strategic fine-tuning.
As long as one doesn't directly intervene, there's absolutely no problem with increasing various indirect forces.
“It’s all under control,” Kana’s voice was calm and even. His gaze pierced through layers of space, precisely locking onto those massive and twisted beings. “The Apocalypse’s every move has never escaped my sight.”
Popper nodded, her teleportation power extending outwards, also observing through the shared data-driven vision of Kana.
"The data-driven rules established by the World Mainframe Project are our strongest barrier and our sharpest eyes."
The invisible flow of data is like the capillaries of the world, covering every inch of land and every sea.
Unless the Void completely erodes Aegira, this web of rules woven by the World Will and Kana will remain unbreakable.
The terrifying power of the Apocalypse Gods, enough to tear space apart, could not detect this subtle and pervasive "gaze."
The devastating collision between the Crystal Law and the Mourning Insect Mother in the distance, every energy clash and every spatial tear was clearly recorded and analyzed.
The Rift Queen's elegant yet deadly purple figure, no matter which node on the front line it appeared in, always attracted the precise interception of Bugret's half-dragon, half-mechanical battle body.
A guerrilla war involving a level 15 entity is unfolding.
Biglett was like a persistent thorn in his side, but under Cana's overall command, he always managed to arrive in time.
This forced the Empress to be unable to decisively damage the defensive line and to retreat to the rear to rest and regroup when she was too exhausted, awaiting the next order to attack.
Moreover, as the battle was delayed...
Biglett is frantically collecting combat data on his opponent; the further he goes, the greater his combat advantage will become.
“The only ones we need to be careful of are those two Apocalypses who haven’t gone all out yet.” Popper’s gaze focused on the shadows deep in the Sunset Sea and on a lonely mountain peak. “The King of Resistance, and… that giant ape.”
“The King of Resistance is calm,” Kana analyzed the subtle energy disturbances reflected in the data stream.
"He was observing that a seasoned siege commander wasn't looking for a way to destroy a single brick, but rather for a fulcrum to pry open the entire wall..."
"A fatal weakness that could cause a chain reaction of collapse in the entire defense system."
A confident smile appeared on Cana's lips: "He won't find it."
"Popot, no matter how strong an individual Apocalypse is, he is nothing more than 'icing on the cake' in this destructive torrent."
"The true power of the void is always that endless, tireless, all-consuming tide of life. They have no unified will, and the Apocalypse cannot command them."
"The 'key' role these powerful individuals can play in the process of destroying the world is far less important than the destructive power they themselves demonstrate."
"As long as our defenses can withstand the tide, they will just be troublesome 'holdouts'."
At that moment, a very faint abnormal disturbance was detected in the data stream.
Deep within the sea of sunset, the enormous shadow that symbolizes the King of Resistance seems to have raised its "head" very slightly?
Its "gaze" is not directed at a particular point, but rather penetrates space, as if it has caught a ripple of prying eyes.
"He...he seems to have noticed the change in my gaze!"
Popper was slightly surprised. Although her divine observation was also integrated with the data rules, it was still less subtle and perfectly concealed than the "gaze" of Kana, which was completely integrated with the will of the world host.
Kana's smile deepened: "Interesting. This precisely demonstrates that the King of Resistance possesses a remarkably clear residual self-awareness, and must have been an extremely powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of power in some world during his lifetime."
"He can only detect the faint spatial ripples that you make when you observe, but he cannot reach my gaze."
This confirms another of Kana's judgments: the states of the Apocalypse differ greatly, the Crystal Law retains free will because of the "law", and the "awakening" of this King of Resistance is also extraordinary.
After a brief disturbance, the King of Resistance lowered his gaze once more, refocusing on scrutinizing the steel defenses below.
The data stream shows that his analytical and computational intensity has not diminished in the slightest.
Kana's "gaze" is like an invisible breeze, like unseen air.
Perhaps it made him realize that from the very beginning, the actions of the Apocalypse have been under the close surveillance of the highest will of Aegir.
This is an experience I've never had before.
The world he descended upon was a powerful civilization with fierce resistance and profound heritage, but such strict and "precognitive" surveillance was unprecedented.
"He was very surprised. He was probably the most powerful one among the Apocalypse, and he knew it very well."
"A veteran player who plays high-level games never expected to encounter an opponent he had never seen before."
A hint of dry humor flashed through Kana's mind, but he quickly returned his attention to the King of Resistance's analytical approach.
From the enemy's perspective, the entire defensive network's structure is clearly visible in every detail.
The King of Resistance's "gaze" swept across each node, analyzing the direction of energy flow, the frequency of teleportation channels, the coverage radius of the attraction nodes, and the mobilization paths of the reserve forces...
The deeper he went, the more he felt a cold precision and resilience.
This is not a simple fortress chain, but a living system that has been simulated at the supercomputing level and is in dynamic equilibrium.
The location, function, defense strength, attraction range, and support routes of each node have been optimized.
If a node fails, the "attraction" pressure it bears will be instantly shared and diluted by the surrounding nodes.
If several nodes collapse in succession, the defenses and reserves deep within the territory will immediately move in, forming a new strangulation trap.
The node collapses before the boundary is reached, so it won't cause any serious damage. It's more like a gecko losing its tail; what it loses is flesh and blood.
The "muscles and bones" regenerate rapidly from behind.
The Night Watch, uniting the world, has poured decades of accumulated experience, massive resources, and unimaginable determination into this apocalyptic war, raising the margin for error to an outrageous level.
"One, two... or even ten partial failures cannot shake the foundation of this system."
The cold logic at the heart of the King of Resistance ultimately led to this conclusion. Abandoning his attempt to launch a devastating attack on key nodes, he turned his "eyes" to the fleeting "opportunities" on the battlefield.
The moment a node's shield overloads, the gap in a reserve team's teleportation landing point, the brief chaos caused by a powerful void creature breaking through the lines...
Of course, the best opportunity will be when the pressure is at its peak and supplies are in dire need, at which point he will make the fatal cut.
This would cause a large-scale collapse, severely damaging morale.
He was like a patient hunter.
Waiting for the perfect moment to drop the final straw that breaks the camel's back.
The aim is to inflict the heaviest possible casualties on the defending forces in a certain area, in order to create a vacuum that is difficult to fill, even if it is only temporary.
However, what he felt more was...
"How arrogant."
This thought uncontrollably surfaced in the depths of the King of Resistance's consciousness, which was being corrupted by the void.
Faced with the void torrent that has destroyed countless worlds, this world's goal is not to humbly "survive," but to arrogantly pursue "doing better" and "protecting more."
They firmly believed they would "definitely survive," which gave them the energy to pursue a "complete victory."
This absolute confidence, based on overwhelming strength and meticulous preparation, was both dazzling and incredibly impressive in the eyes of the King of Resistance.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield.
On a solitary peak near nodes 1-25, the Destruction Ape, like an ancient, stubborn rock, endures the purple dust whipped up by the mountain winds.
Its "actions" are more covert and mysterious.
Invisible spiritual tentacles, like the most minute virus, quietly infiltrated the mental world of the soldiers fighting below.
As the heavy shield bearers blocked another wave of attack, their eyes momentarily glazed over, and their movements slowed down by half a beat.
Their vague memories of home, their fervent adoration of the Night's Watch leader, the rudimentary tactical training they received upon enlistment...
These fragmented pieces of information are being greedily absorbed by an invisible force.
"Mental interference has intensified! Purify!"
A mage at the rear of the battlefield keenly sensed the soldiers' unusual mental fluctuations and immediately waved his staff.
A gentle halo of clarity rippled outwards like waves, sweeping over the nearby soldiers.
The dazed heavy shield bearers jolted awake, their eyes regaining their clarity, and roared as they thrust their shields forward once more.
Although this area-of-effect purification spell failed to eradicate the tentacles of the Destruction Ape, it severely hampered its efficiency in stealing information.
"Useless information..."
Disappointment flowed through the core consciousness of the Destruction Ape.
It steals mostly fragments from the perspective of lower-ranking soldiers.
How the Night's Watch rose to power—a legendary tale, though the details are obscure.
How great Kana was—a hymn to personality cult.
How can the coalition unite? It's all more slogans than substance, and the vague fragments are impossible to distinguish.
Regarding the true nature of Cana's power, the deep-seated rules of the world, the comprehensive application of data-driven rules, and the true decision-making process of the Night's Watch's core...
This crucial information was like a foreign language to these ordinary soldiers; they had no way of knowing it.
Kana's rise spanned more than 30 years, and many of his soldiers were not even born when those crucial battles took place.
Therefore, he didn't even gather any information about Cana's appearance or strength.
“A deeper ‘reading’ is needed.”
A cold thought arose.
It is not enough to merely read the surface of their thoughts and fragments of memory; we need to delve into their souls and uncover the hidden information that they themselves have forgotten.
On the battlefield, death is the most common reaper.
Soon, the opportunity came.
During a fierce assault on the flank of nodes 1-25, several human soldiers were torn apart by Void Hounds that broke through the defenses.
Their life force quickly dissipated, and their souls were about to leave their broken bodies, following some kind of data-driven rules, and be drawn towards a certain destiny.
"Even the souls of the dead are affected? Datafication is simply the underlying rule of this world."
The spirit tentacles of the Destruction Ape immediately wrapped around them, attempting to capture these fragile souls and pull them into its own spiritual realm for "deconstruction".
It must carefully "read" all the information contained within these souls, just as it would when turning the pages of a book.
However, just as its tentacles were about to touch those scattered specks of soul light—
boom!
In the plane of spiritual and soul-drawing connection, a soul-shaking roar suddenly resounded!
The head of a colossal black and white dragon, composed of pure death and the power of order, appeared out of thin air!
Its hollow yet imposing dragon eyes locked onto the source of the invading spiritual tentacles of the Destruction Ape.
Immediately, a deathly breath containing the purest annihilation power surged forth like a burst dam of the Styx.
"Ugh—!"
The real-world Destruction Ape, its massive body constructed of crystal and rock, suddenly trembled violently.
The purplish-black crystal armor covering its body instantly burst open with several hideous cracks, as if it had been smashed by an invisible giant hammer.
Its ancient and stable body was blasted off the ground by this violent impact originating from the soul level, and crashed down like a meteorite at the foot of the mountain, smashing a large area of distorted purple landform to pieces, with smoke and dust mixed with void energy soaring into the sky.
After a long while, amidst the smoke and dust, the Destroyer Ape struggled to stand up again.
The cracks on its surface slowly writhed, trying to repair themselves, but the cold force of death and order continued to erode it.
It raised its massive head and looked toward the direction of the 1-25 node fortresses. For the first time, its eyes, burning with chaotic flames, revealed an undisguised astonishment and a hint of solemnity.
"The pull of the soul...is protected by such powerful rules?"
Its low, muffled soliloquy rolled like thunder, "The boundary between life and death has also been incorporated into their defense system... Even the souls of the lowest soldiers are so closely protected..."
"The depths of this world... are even more terrifying than I expected."
The Ape of Destruction slowly turned its head and looked up at the sky, as if it could see through the clouds and see the two blurry figures of gods.
Of course, he didn't actually see or discover anything.
The world of Aegira is more than just a surface of steel torrents and indomitable will.
It is also a chilling, deep defense that permeates every corner of the world's operation, the cycle of life, and even the soul's final resting place.
High in the sky, Kana's "gaze" calmly swept across the direction where the Destroyer Ape had fallen, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth seeming to deepen slightly. (End of this chapter)