This ship was completely different from any vessel of the Old Continent.
There was not a single sail on it; the hull was covered in bone plates and a chitinous shell, while hundreds of thick tentacles and flagella at the stern swayed gently.
It did not look like a man‑made object at all; rather, it seed like a living biological warship that had grown into this form by nature.
A burly figure in a cloak stood at the bow, watching from afar as a group of ambitious Old Continent schers lined up beside [Noah’s Ark] to throw away their lives.
He praised the other indistinct figure at his side—whose face could not be clearly seen and on which one could only vaguely make out a pair of gold‑rimd glasses on a phantom projection—saying:
"Your Excellency Mysterious Person, your sche really is effective.
Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival—arrogance is.
Humans have always believed themselves the masters of this world, yet they never realized that was nothing but a ridiculous illusion.
The true master of this world is about to return after 1,500 years, and will no longer allow a swarm of little insects to continue usurping the Crown; they should be put back in their proper place."
This person’s fra was massive, and his voice bood like thunder, except that his timbre seed pieced together from countless tones—male and female, old and young, mixed with the roars of Beasts—making it sound especially bizarre.
[The one whose na cannot even be spoken] only smiled faintly:
"It was all within expectations, nothing more.
Your Excellency [Chaos Beast Horde], to what extent can your Blood Beast Nest control [Noah’s Ark]? So long as soone enters, they won’t be coming back out, correct?"
The burly figure known as [Chaos Beast Horde], clearly a Fifth Order Pseudo-God of the Blood Beast Nest, thumped his chest and replied in his unique cadence, full of confidence:
"Rest assured, there is absolutely no problem.
[Noah’s Ark] itself is the most top‑tier Zero Level Sacred Relic; thousands of years ago in the Paleozoic Era, the Pantheon all relied on it to survive the Great Flood.
If [The Bound Creator] hadn’t acted so swiftly during the Twilight of the Gods, forcibly seizing all Gods’ Divinity and Anchoring, this ship might have protected a portion of the Gods through the second calamity as well.
Even though it personally endured two Great Floods and was severely damaged, never properly repaired, it is still in no way inferior to any Demigod.
After receiving the blessing of my Lord, the [Mother of Monsters] Echidna, it now houses within it the entire Ecosystem of the Material world.
Its operating laws have already exceeded anyone’s control and will only exercise its authority in accordance with predetermined taboos; in essence, it is no different from Calamities such as Storms, floods, tsunamis, and the like.
Now it has only one purpose.
To seize the Life Codes of various living beings, preserve this world’s Seeds of Life, then copy identical "Seeds" and mix them into the populations of all kinds of Species, and finally scatter them across the world.
They will take root, sprout, and ultimately grow into my Lord’s Kin, the [Tree of Life].
Along the way, it will also strip away Human Divinity and Human Nature, accelerating my Lord’s resurrection.
So even if a Fifth Order Legend from the Silver Continent enters the hull, they cannot leave again before they are polluted and assimilated into Kin.
Unless they, like the Ark itself, possess within their body the genetic information of an entire biosphere, their bloodline will be the prison that binds them utterly."
As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and pointed at the orange‑red Ocean beneath their feet.
"For hundreds and thousands of years, the Sea of Monsters has devoured countless lives, and [Noah’s Ark] has almost eaten clean the citizens of the ten great undersea kingdoms beneath the Eastern Continent.
All this has accumulated into this Soup of Life.
So long as we continue collecting the Life Codes of Humans and other creatures currently on the Silver Continent, and extract their commonalities, we can—according to plan—Transform the North Sea into the primordial Ocean of the Paleozoic Era that nurtured all things.
Human Nature and the common essence of Life will rge within the Soup of Life; my Lord, the [Mother of Monsters], will regain a lucid, humanized Incarnation and descend into the Material World amid the silent subjugation of ten thousand Beasts and the cheers of ten thousand Humans!
Working in concert with the Anchors laid down by the various Sects, pulling from one end and pushing from the other, it will be enough to drag the Bayfolk’s collective subconscious—already stepping into the Intertidal Zone—down into the Sea of Origin Matter, turning them into Kin.
And in passing, we will completely tear apart the [Silver Code], opening a channel for the true body’s return."
The Mysterious Person slowly nodded:
"That is sufficient. The legendary Soup of Life from which all creatures in the world were born? I will be watching with great interest."
.....
At the sa ti, after being away from her holand for more than half a year, the [Evernight Queen] also returned to the Kalmar Union.
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