Chapter 1257: Orionis Blade

Chapter 1257: Orionis Blade

Faith and determination strong enough to move mountains failed to make the rusty sword so much as stir. Joanna railed at her weakness, her failure to fulfill her duty. What good was finishing her seal if it didn't let her protect her Emperor and fend off his enemies? Was this the reward awaiting her companions after risking their lives to bring her here?

It wasn't right, but Joanna was all out of ideas. The [Orionis Blade] wasn't an enemy that the [Eight Hells Suppression] could overcome. Her unsealed gates were already wide open, and she was trading Longevity for strength. She'd even brought out her master's avatar in hopes her presence would subdue the reticent sword. If anything, it fought back with increased ferocity.

Trembling muscles tore from the blade's violent rejection, and her bones crackled like chestnuts roasting. Her physical suffering was nothing compared to the agony of ancient faith punishing her attempt to subvert its existence. The pain only made her dig deeper and push harder. She couldn't stop, not while her companions were still fighting to keep the hope alive.

It was futile. Joanna felt like she was back on those heavenly stairs, knowingly walking toward her death. Joanna didn't fear death any more after finding her path. She only felt regret as she fell to her knees. She wished she could have contributed more to the mission and Earth's safety. She wished she could have fought by his side a while longer.

He appeared in a cascade of starlight, no different than a divine revelation before a devout believer. A blinding light shook Joanna's muddled mind awake, and answered prayers filled her drained body with power. Nothing could withstand her Emperor's descent. The swarm of puppets collapsed when a wave of celestial might swept through their ranks.

A hand made from starlight appeared over hers, and Joanna felt born anew. The waning stream pouring into the [Orionis Blade] was reinvigorated with boundless energy and profound, steadfast faith. All rust and corruption were burnt away, and hostile beliefs guarding the battery submitted to the Emperor's will. It was ready.

The imperial apparition faded, leaving a burst of images and a short message. 'Good job—Save her.'

Joanna gripped the sword, her mind unprecedentedly clear. She didn't care about the fantastical transformation her accumulated faith was undergoing. She was the Emperor's spear, and she had her orders. She closed her eyes, becoming starlight and death.

The deadly streak emerging from a hidden chute arced, passing right by the misshapen creature banging against the gate. Its cruel aura filled Joanna with renewed hatred, yet she kept going with blinding speed. She only had a few seconds, even with the Emperor's assistance. The stellar sword entered the torn wall further down. Joanna could feel her target was close, but another enemy was in the way.

Ancient, boundless, Killing Intent emerged from the [Gate of Imperial Mandate], and the waxing starlight rallied while gaining a reddish hue. The shadows cast by the twisted metal suddenly looked like wretched figures locked in eternal suffering after going against the Empire.

The Foreign God didn't get the chance to react before the bloodthirsty [Orionis Blade] punched through its chest, leaving a hole dozens of miles across. An ocean of corruption poured out of the wound, triggering a fierce resistance by the lingering starlight. Joanna neither had the strength nor time to finish the job.

Only a thin sliver of her blade remained, and it had a designated target. The weapon passed through over a dozen layers of reinforced metal without slowing down. She was wielding the final judgment of the Centurion Base, and nothing would bar her path. Then, she was inside a vast empty space, faced with the same creature shown in the burst of images.

The [Orionis Blade] looked smaller than a mote of dust when it stabbed into the slumbering puppet's forehead. However, the final spurt of energy was the most refined. The purple scar was cauterized and closed, ending the corruption. Joanna felt her consciousness fade and used her last scraps of energy to impale a teeming mass of invasive energy further in.

Killing Intent, Faith, and starlight spread like wildfire, and the purple taint was helpless before their wrath. Joanna grinned as she toppled over, her connection severed. Mission accomplished.

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Zac exhaled as he withdrew from the [Orionis Platform]. Joanna had gone above and beyond, not only destroying the Qriz'Ul consciousness but leaving a nasty wound on a Foreign God. The hole was already closing, but the sudden strike gave the invaders pause.

Even the God trying to break through the octagon's defenses had stopped throwing itself against the wall of faith, warily looking around for more stellar swords. Zac could still feel its intense desire for destruction and knew it was a temporary reprieve. There was a deep-seated hatred driving the Foreign Gods, and Zac doubted any threat would make them back down.

Zac didn't continue igniting the beacon despite the pressing danger. He was already seeing double after activating the first four towers. Fury and anxiety could only take one so far, and helping Joanna activate the sword had worsened his condition. Any more, and his soul would break down before reaching the finish line.

Zac finally recovered enough Mental Energy to continue his work. At that point, the tremors from the Foreign God's attacks had already resumed. Zac could even sense its aura through the protective web of sunlight. Half the solar flares were unfettered, leaving Zac blinded regarding much of the base. It didn't impact his work beyond acting like a countdown. So far, only non-critical sections were affected, but he was running low on those.

The understanding attained through [Purity of the Void] became Zac's saving grace. It allowed him to grasp the underlying points rather than blindly follow a plan that didn't quite work with the base in its current state. Thousands of energy channels were rerouted, drastically lessening the leakage and damage, and the process became as much a matter of skill as grit.

The measured approach made the ignition take a full minute instead of a few seconds. In exchange, Zac only expended a fifth as much Mental Energy, and he kept going without pause. The sixth tower was in slightly worse condition, but not to the point it made activation impossible. Uncaring of the long-term damage, Zac even flooded residential corridors with starlight, turning them into makeshift energy circuits.

A deafening clap of thunder shook the octagon just as the sixth bonfire ignited, and Zac almost blacked out when an overwhelming amount of information flooded his mind. The Ascension Chamber had already been breached and activated, and there was nothing Zac could do to stop the pope's actions. Vast clouds seething with fury gathered overhead.

It was only a matter of time before the first bolts descended. Seeing it was a Dao Confirmation wasn't enough to lift Zac's spirit. The pope's breakthrough caused even more instability than Zac had anticipated, with pieces of the outer ring completely collapsing from the pressure.

Heaven's descent also pushed the Foreign Gods into a frenzied state, and the faith barrier groaned under the assault. More and more corruption found its way past the defenses, and Zac's hair stood on end from its aura. It was refined Dead Dao released by the Foreign God himself, far more dangerous than the purple mist they'd dealt with before.

An urgent inquiry confirmed Joanna remained unconscious, and Carl still couldn't access any major weaponry. Zac could only rely on himself, and there was no more time to worry about finesse. Zac felt like his soul was being ripped apart from forcibly activating the final beacon, triggering a drastic change in the chamber.

The sun, which had remained locked atop the spire, looked like it was melting. Liquid gold dripped onto the spire and was absorbed, and thousands of previously hidden runes lit up. The seven bonfires surrounding them were next. One by one, they poured into the spire, adding further strength to the runes.

Zac's heart sank when one rune after another dimmed. He only somewhat calmed down when just over twenty runes remained, each emitting a stable light. All that work, and he only managed to rally one percent of the Centurion Beacon's true strength. It would have to be enough.

Direction and purpose poured into the spire, with Zac picturing the Foreign Gods and Kan'Tanu Pope. The runes fused one after another, turning into an unbreakable set of orders. A fifth of the runes were used up to brand the trio as targets to be eradicated, which was more than Zac had hoped for.

It meant he could send out five puppets at most, but only if he limited their orders to deal with the immediate threat. Zac duplicated the instructions after a brief deliberation. Two puppets would have to do.

From there, Zac infused the increasingly complex runes with his experiences in the Imperial Graveyard, warning of the dangers it posed. Finally, he imprinted the Zurbor Sector and the varying auras of the Kan'Tanu Chapters, marking their heretical path as enemies of the Empire. Zac grunted and was forced back a step right in the middle of the transfer, making him realize he'd run out of runes.

Zac had no way of telling how well the overly succinct orders would work. The only way to find out was by putting theory into practice. Taking a stabilizing breath, he pushed the tremendous amounts of energy held in the spire downward, where the Eternal Guardians waited.

Pragmatism overcame greed. Zac reluctantly ignored the enormous Elder God placed at the bottom of the tower, knowing his crude command runes were utterly insufficient to awaken that behemoth. Instead, he picked two puppets just slightly larger than the Foreign Gods, balancing power with control.

The runes sank into the depths of the slumbering giants until they reached the center of their extraordinary network of linked arrays. They seamlessly merged with the core like the final piece of a puzzle, and a surge of primordial force rose through the tower. The puppets lived up to their name. There was not a mark of time on their ancient bodies. They were ready to serve long after their masters had passed on.

Zac drew a ragged breath as two links were erected. He felt as though a primordial fire from the dawn of time replaced his ichor, and he saw the world through new eyes. His body held the power to shatter mountains and overturn seas. Not even the churning clouds above were safe from his might. They actually froze when coming in contact with the majestic aura pouring out of the tower.

The Eternal Guardians had awakened for one final mission.