The Fortress of the Morning Wind is imnsely vast, and even though the Night Race has shattered the void realm’s defenses and broken into the castle complex, the raging fires of war have only affected a small area. To deal with the bloodthirsty intruders within the castle, most Condensers have been dispatched to the breach for interception and defense.
The roaring explosions continue, and for tonight’s operation, the Night Race has released almost all of the bloodthirsty beings. As the battle progresses, figures clad in black armor gradually appear on the sea’s surface.
The Silent Legion descends onto the battlefield, and to withstand these loyal rcenaries, the majority of forces are concentrated on the front lines. The intense etherial reactions rise and fall, stirring up etherial tornadoes.
So Condensers, whose ethereal perception is too keen, have absorbed too much information amidst the ether’s mixed environnt, even resulting in negative ntal states.
Blood and corpses pile up in the ruins, and the tides wash the bloodstained land clean, dragging the bodies back into the deep sea like a hungry monster.
There is never a shortage of the dead on the battlefield, bodies continually collapsing, and the land is once again dyed red.
The blood aura of the deceased fills the entire area, and even with the howling winds, the ascent of this aura cannot be cut off. Derby walks through the silent corridors, where the blood aura remains distinct, carried by the night wind.
"So beautiful..."
Derby looks through the open window. The fire rages within the Fortress of the Morning Wind, with countless figures flickering within the sea of flas, as if dancing around the blaze.
Closing his eyes, Derby’s vision plunges into darkness, and imdiately within the darkness, dense points of light erge. Each spot represents a bloodthirsty being, gathered at the breach to restrain the Fortress of the Morning Wind’s forces, battling with the Condensers.
These points of light are far from Derby; the area he is in is deep within the Celestial Do Castle, a critical site for the Clarks. Despite the Condensers’ counterattacks, keeping the flas of war outside... Derby has still infiltrated.
Derby does not open his eyes. Amid the tumultuous noise, light buzzing reverberates as nimble hummingbirds circle him, providing a field of vision for Derby.
The hummingbird swarm not only hovers around Derby but also advances into various corridors’ branches, rapidly surveying the surrounding terrain and clearing the paths.
Derby advances a bit further, encountering no obstacles or guards, which eases his previously alert heart.
Even now, Derby feels a bit dazed; he never expected to infiltrate the Celestial Do Castle like this, the very core of the Clarks.
Yet, this is the reality: all forces are focused on the frontal battlefield. Even Fuen has mobilized, with thunderous roars echoing through the night sky.
Since the Order Bureau’s inception, on the Rhine Alliance’s territory, all Extraordinary Organizations and Secret Societies have experienced a brief peace, even the All Secrets Order, unwilling to join the Order Bureau, has maintained peace with various organizations.
The Wind Source Highlands have not encountered warfare for many years. As the Clarks’ autonomous region, most of the Clarks’ Condensers are spread across the vast Wind Source Highlands, guarding each town or hunting down demon-worshipping evil groups to maintain order in the Extraordinary World.
The power within the Fortress of the Morning Wind is not the entirety of the Clarks, yet, it is enough to stir hearts. Derby had pondered the action’s ferocity, even prepared for his possible death...
Yet, he arrived here without any significant hitch, a smoothness that inspires after-the-fact fear.
Clearing his mind, Derby continues searching for the Wind Cellar. Whether conspiracy or trick, as long as the "Dawn Oath" is torn apart, it is all worthwhile.
A heavy breathing sound erges behind Derby; besides the hummingbirds, many towering figures follow him. They are also bloodthirsty but, judging from their extent of modification, are undoubtedly far stronger than the regular bloodthirsty beings of the front lines.
Most of their skin has disappeared, replaced by sturdy alchemy armor. Infusion tubes crisscross the armored seams, and their deford muscles bulge like massive lumps, with intricate chanical structures penetrating their internal organs.
Depending on different needs, their arms have been transford into various weapons: so wield large shields, others brandish war axes and long blades, while others bear firearms, with ammo belts extending to their backpacks’ ammo boxes.
This is an elite squad of bloodthirsty beings, entirely under Derby’s control, and rather than bloodthirsty entities, they should be considered alchemically enhanced creatures based on bloodthirsty beings.
Shielded by them layer by layer, with the intensity of the alchemical modifications and Derby’s control at the Negative Power Tier, Derby could easily win even if surrounded by Condensers.
Suddenly, Derby opens his eyes. In his perception, a hummingbird sends a joyful feedback, it has located traces of the Wind Cellar.
Derby imdiately takes action, gathering the other hummingbirds to patrol the squad’s periter while he leads the squad closer to the Wind Cellar.
Reaching into his pocket, Derby retrieves a dagger. The dagger’s design is quite unique, featuring a container affixed to its back, with several tubes extending from the container, allowing the poison within to be injected along the blade’s grooves.
As the core stronghold, the Wind Cellar must be protected by a complex void realm, and the poison within the dagger is key to Derby shattering this realm.
The poison is refined using ether collected from Zefirin; it enhances the effect of the Soul-Breaking Poison, allowing it to corrode ether. At the start of tonight’s war, Derby relied on this enhanced Soul-Breaking Poison to pierce the Fortress of the Morning Wind’s Void Realm defenses.
Following the hummingbird’s guidance, Derby proceeds, his mood soaring as he approaches the destination, and even his cold blood warms up with excitent.
Once the "Dawn Oath" is torn apart, Derby will be the one to alter the Night Race’s history, and if he can escape alive, he might even be personally summoned by the Night King and granted blood.
With the "Dawn Oath" destroyed, the Night Race would no longer be bound by its constraints, free to leave the Land of Eternal Night and spread the plague of immortality across the mortal realm.
Derby ponders that no one would refuse immortality, such a wondrously prolonged life, with its only cost being the refusal to witness sunrise and a small part of one’s soul.
Many claim noble and pure intentions, yet when facing the temptation of immortality, do they not show their true, pitiful, and hypocritical hearts?
The spiral descent is within reach, and just as Derby is about to step into it, he notices a hummingbird missing from the periter, and then several more disappearing from his perception.
Judging by the ti and location of their disappearance, an unknown entity is rapidly approaching Derby as indicated by the hummingbirds’ constructed radar.
Derby looks to the end of one corridor, and without the need for verbal command, one bloodthirsty entity raises a machine gun, aid at the identified position.
"Fire!"
Derby’s voice echoes, imdiately drowned by the piercing gunfire, with the reverberating roars shattering the glass along the path, a deadly rain of bullets pouring out, turning the entire wall into a beehive.
The expected enemy does not appear, yet given her speed and direction, this should be the accurate position.
Derby is puzzled when an ethereal reaction clearly erges in his perception. He quickly turns his head, as the wall beside him instantly collapses.
A lithe figure bursts through the wall, delivering a straight punch to a bloodthirsty being’s abdon. The tall robust figure is effortlessly swayed by her, uncontrollably smashing backward, collapsing a window, plumting behind the high walls.
Vasilina breaks into the bloodthirsty cohort, exploiting the ti earned by her surprise attack, launching a whip-leg strike at another bloodthirsty being.
This attack should have snapped the bloodthirsty being’s bones, but covered in a layer of alchemy armor, Vasilina only slightly shakes them, causing no effective damage.
At this mont, the bloodthirsty beings have already reacted. Entering battle mode, the infusion tubes pump imnse amounts of stimulants into their bodies, causing the already grotesque, twisted muscles to swell further, making them appear as tall as giants when compared to Vasilina.
Before the heavy blow descends, crimson streaks erupt from the bloodthirsty beings as sharp sword flashes avoid the armor’s coverage, slicing through scores of flesh and severing infusion tubes.
Aimou lightly leaps, extending a hand to grab Vasilina, rging their figures; the power of the Shared Chord Body once again envelops Vasilina as she pivots and swings a heavy punch, denting the bloodthirsty being’s chest armor.
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