novelODS Chapter 1223 - 833: The Night Watcher’s Resolve
Chapter 1223 - 833: The Night Watcher’s Resolve
The battle grows increasingly difficult.The rift is slowly expanding.
And the Void Creatures emerging from the slowly expanding rift do not stop, one after another.
After all, there are only four of them, two fists are no match for four hands, let alone these Void Creatures representing destruction.
When the rift expands to the limit, enough to accommodate a small Siege Hammer passing through, the real threat descends.
The "Powerful Fighter" who was supposed to descend at such a time did not appear.
The Night Watchers’ understanding of the Void is ongoing.
There has been detailed analysis conducted on the creatures of each power stage within the Void.
Moreover, after a Void Rift expands, there’s a certain analysis of which enemies appear in each phase from within.
When a rift expands to its limit, the ones that should emerge from it are Void Power Warriors.
These are captain-type command units ranging from Level Seven to Level Nine.
Yet this time, what appeared was a rare type of Void creature previously seen during the opening of the Gate of Void.
Soul Rippers.
Three "Soul Rippers" drifted out like ghosts.
They have uncertain forms, their main bodies are a rolling purple energy mist, within which several crystal cores flickering with malevolent light float, forming a vague and twisted humanoid outline.
They have no physical form, but their floating speed is extremely fast, emitting a piercing cold aura that is a pure source of mental pollution.
Among Void Creatures below Level Ten, Soul Rippers are definitely marked as priority targets. When they appear, if capable, they must be eliminated as a priority.
"Not good! It’s Soul Rippers! Soul Attack!"
Old Jack’s face changed drastically.
These Soul Rippers are at least Level Eight, the spiritual destroyers of the Void!
The moment they appear, the mental pressure suddenly increases tenfold.
Even the Night Watchers are starting to experience dizziness and tinnitus, which is a sign that their mental state is on the verge of destruction.
Eira’s enchanted arrows are deflected by invisible mental barriers, and Bran’s alchemical dust can only momentarily slow them down.
One Soul Ripper merges into the air, silently rushing towards Mog, its icy soul energy ignoring the bark defense and flooding in instantly.
Mog’s huge and resilient Tree-man body stiffens sharply, the wood fibers under the bark emit a slight, teeth-grinding cracking sound.
His huge body trembles violently, and his defensive stance collapses instantly.
"Big Tree!"
Old Jack charges forward to rescue, the Order Rune on his sword lights up, stabbing fiercely into the purple mist, crushing one of the cores and forcing it to retreat.
But Mog’s movements have become noticeably stiff and slow, hit by the energy whip of another Soul Ripper, leaving a scorched, ominous purple smoke-sizzling scar on the trunk.
Pressure mounts sharply.
"Damn! It’s too troublesome."
"What? I can’t hear."
His ears are already bleeding, with purple cracks appearing around his auricle.
"Ugh! I, I want to vomit!"
The mental attack has already disrupted some sensory information in the brain.
The team begins to retreat step-by-step, compressed onto a fractured crystallized piece of land less than fifty meters from the rift.
Each person has new wounds.
Eira’s shoulder is slashed open by the claw of a crystal-legged insect, the strange purple erosion at the wound and the burning pain of inhibitors distorting her beautiful elf face.
The Soul Ripper continues to surround her, causing greater mental invasion and pollution.
Old Jack receives two additional deep bone-revealing wounds on his arm and back, each sword swing feels like tearing his own nerves.
The movements remain powerful, yet the pain goes deep to the bone.
Mog’s injuries are even more severe, the purple marks spread across the tree body.
Like a withering tree, he has already begun shedding some ominous bark.
Bran, due to conserving potions, endures the intense pain of a not-too-deep wound on his right leg, limping as he deploys the remaining few alchemical tools.
Desperation begins to spread.
"Hang in there, we are Night Watchers, a little exhaustion and pain can’t affect us!"
Old Jack gasps, slicing open a lunging Combat Beast with a sword. Then he takes a step back, unleashing Magic Power to push away the approaching Soul Ripper.
"That’s right, support has already been sent for, they’re on their way, let’s hold on a bit longer!"
Others also gather their spirits.
They are not yet at the point of despair, the Night Watchers are essentially war machines, and they can still strongly resist these Void destroyers.
At that moment, a heart-wrenching sound of spatial tearing comes from the rift!
"Boom!!!"
The massive rift edge is pulled fiercely by an invisible giant hand, the purple-black edge emitting a piercing moan, violently expanding around.
A terrifying aura stronger than Soul Rippers by tenfold floods out like a tsunami.
A massive twisted figure forcefully squeezes out from it.
It stands nearly three meters tall, its lower body is like a scorpion, covered with heavy crystalline armor, its structure exceedingly robust, with a reverse-cone-shaped long tail and three pairs of powerful jointed legs, each step causing the ground to tremble.
The upper body resembles an forcibly elongated deformed human, covered with flowing dark purple energy membrane, embedded with differently sized, constantly opening and closing purple-black energy holes as if they were eyes.
Two disproportionately long arms with crystal scythes at their ends hang at its sides.
Most terrifying is its head—a sharp triangle made of deep purple Void Energy, floating and rotating above the chest cavity instead of a physical head.