Chapter 1885 Access

Chapter 1885 Access

The situation within the chamber had reached a critical juncture, the tension escalating with each passing moment. The dark elves persisted in their relentless assault on Loreal Starwind, who had only moments ago saved their monarch's life. This relentless assault made it exceedingly challenging for the high priestess to address the encroaching dark tentacles. It was evident that the dark elves were unwavering in their determination to unleash the being trapped within the crystal.

As the dark elves pressed their attack, more of the sinister tentacles managed to break free from the crystal's confines. These dark appendages writhed ominously as they surged towards Emery and the small group gathered around Atlas.

Amidst this chaos, Atlas remained deeply engrossed in his efforts to connect with the mainframe, seeking answers and solutions within the labyrinthine systems of the chamber.

Meanwhile, Emery, Neo, Uria, and Olivier prepared themselves for the impending clash with the dark tentacles. They drew their swords, their expressions resolute as they readied their defenses. Emery, relying on his transformation abilities, positioned himself to confront the first and largest tentacle head-on, countering its advance with sheer strength.

BAMM!!!

Emery strained with all his might, channeling his nearly buffed 700 battle power to force the tentacle back. But as they succeeded in repelling the initial assault, smaller tentacles emerged from behind. Neo swiftly employed his [Sword Sanctuary] skill, creating a protective barrier with his sword. Uria's spirit swords danced in harmony with Neo's, their combined power proving sufficient to fend off the encroaching tentacles. In the rare instances where a tentacle managed to breach their defenses, Olivier's sword flashed like lightning as he executed a perfectly timed [Sonic Thrust], forcefully repelling the intruder.

These four individuals were the pinnacle of human magus power, each possessing formidable skills that, when combined, allowed them to hold their ground against the relentless onslaught of the tentacles.

However, as they valiantly defended Atlas and maintained their focus on the tentacles, another ominous threat loomed nearby. The Void Stalker group, watched from a perilously close distance, their sinister intentions unmistakable. Emery remained ever vigilant, his senses attuned to any subtle movements, ready to counteract their potential actions. The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Olivier, equally aware of the Void Stalkers' capabilities, harbored a deep-seated resentment towards space-proficient magus. Yet, despite their shared animosity, they couldn't afford to leave their post protecting Atlas, their primary concern in this dire situation.

The last surviving Oculus dark magus leader seethed with anger upon witnessing the human's interference. His third-stage Demon transformation exuding an ominous, dark flame, he directed his malevolent focus toward the determined group attempting to thwart their plan. His intent to strike back was palpable, but his advance was abruptly halted by an unexpected challenger—a young child.

"You little kid!" he fumed, his anger reaching its zenith as he prepared to retaliate. However, before he could muster a counterattack, a barrage of airborne projectiles descended upon him, preventing his forward movement. Eesho and Nael, renowned Nephilim prodigies, worked in tandem to halt the dark magus's advance.

Soon, another Nephilim figure, this time a female, approached the scene. It was Jinkan, and she greeted the dark magus with a mixture of authority and concern.

[Eliminate all intruders within the ruins]

To the astonishment of everyone present, liquid metals began to materialize from hundreds of nodes within the chamber, coalescing into the familiar celestial humanoid constructs—the Order of Avalons. However, instead of the expected golden light, an ominous pitch-black energy accompanied their emergence.

As the chamber filled with hundreds and thousands of celestial constructs emerging from the walls, it was clear that their intention was to attack all humans and elves. The battle erupted once more, with the celestial entities joining the fray and continuously spawning, overwhelming the chamber with their numbers.

Their arrival was met with resistance from the human magus and elves who fought valiantly to hold their ground. Swords clashed against the celestial constructs, and spells were cast in a desperate attempt to fend off the relentless assault. The once pristine chamber had devolved into a chaotic battlefield.

Even the dark elves, realizing the direness of the situation, began retreating from the crystals, seeking a safer distance. The combined threat of the tentacles and the seemingly endless celestial constructs pushed the human magus to the brink. They found themselves trapped between two menacing forces, with their situation growing more perilous by the moment.

Feeling the mounting pressure and witnessing the relentless celestial reinforcements, Emery turned his attention toward Atlas. Desperation tinged his voice as he urgently implored, "We really need those doors unlocked now, Atlas!" The fate of everyone within the chamber hung in the balance as they fought desperately for survival.

Shortly after Emery had uttered his plea, a voice entered his mind. It was a female voice, and he quickly recognized it as the wounded high priestess who had been healing herself in a lotus position. Her voice resonated with a mix of disbelief and gratitude as she communicated.

"It's not possible; you cannot access the celestial mainframe using technology."

Her words were accompanied by a surge of emotion, a sense of appreciation for Emery's assistance, and a revelation of a way to access the panel.

Empowered by the newfound insights gleaned from the high elf's ethereal connection, Emery sprang into action. Closing the distance to the panel in swift bounds, he retrieved the remnants of his acquired celestial light shard. With determined resolve, he channeled this energy into the panel.

In an explosive burst of brilliance, blinding light enveloped the entire chamber. Within this dazzling spectacle, time itself seemed to slow to a crawl, and Emery watched in awe as the once-frantic movements of those around him became languid, turning into a surreal, dreamlike ballet of motion. Gradually, the scene transformed into a chaotic blur of activity, and Emery felt himself transported to an entirely different realm.

In this new, enigmatic place, he found himself standing before a colossal, majestic giant figure, shrouded in an aura of awe-inspiring grandeur.