Chapter 1128: The Group Emerges
Knight Darian and the others, watching this scene, were left with their mouths wide open in shock and disbelief.
Tainteds were fighting against tainteds!
They were completely ignoring their presence.
'Wait a minute,' Knight Darain thought, noticing something strange about the hordes of tainted.
The tainted looked strange. Rather than a grotesque appearance, it was a winged, headless humanoid with inky black body parts that seemed roughly merged. Unlike the others, they didn't have the pale, mixed skin tones typical of tainted.
The other groups also noticed the arrival of the tainted hordes. Initially, they were similarly shocked and afraid and attempted to flee. However, as the unbelievable scene unfolded, with the new tainteds attacking those surrounding them, they halted in their positions.
These tainted all possessed wings and had a more symmetrical, less grotesque body structure. They were still bizarre to look at, but not in the disgustingly strange way the others were.
From a distance, the king, now battered and bruised from the whirlpool of scorching inky- black flames, snapped out of his thoughts and seized the opportunity to flee. Despite the situation's strangeness, the tainted hordes were still tainted, so wouldn't they attack them next if they remained in the area?
He ordered, "RETREAT AS FAST AS YOU CAN!" Looking around, he realized he was in better condition than others despite being terribly poisoned and injured. He shifted his attention to his commanders.
Fortunately, they had managed to survive the deadly fiery whirlpool from protecting him. They were still conscious and able to move.
One commander supported his unconscious fellow, who had sustained severe injuries. After checking her condition, he confirmed she was alive and needed immediate treatment to recover.
The king led the way forward. The remaining soldiers, who had narrowly escaped death, began retreating from the battlefield.
Moments later, the other groups realized the same and decided to flee as well.
As expected, the hordes of tainted soon chased after them. However, rather than attacking, they blocked their path.
Knight Darain frowned, observing the inexplicable scene. As he searched for another escape route, his eyes caught sight of something in the distance.
"What's that...?" Knight Darain said breathlessly.
The bizarre tainteds were clearing the area, making way for what appeared to be a group of strange individuals heading toward them.
The sudden change was so dramatic that the others also took notice. They immediately assumed a defensive stance, their faces showing worry, fear, and uncertainty.
As Fifi controlled the sphere of water forward, the others took in their surroundings. Upon arriving, they noticed an ongoing battle between three groups and numerous Vylkr spawns, all of which shared strange features linked to the various sides. They realized it wasn't just the Prismerions-they had also encountered other races.
Regardless, Orion and the others were relieved to have encountered living races within the pocket dimension, although they seemed to be in conflict and danger.
Orion even spotted the enormous Vylkr spawn that had attacked the Morphic Puppet previously.
They decided to take this chance to help and make their presence less threatening by assisting.
From within the sphere of water, Aurora cast her divine skill.
Although he possessed the strength to withstand the water pressure and remain underwater for as long as he wanted, moving as though he was on land with only a barely noticeable reduction in some of his techniques-especially those that counteracted with water-he found the experience mentally uncomfortable.
He would instead remain within Fifi's water sphere. However, to make the group before him lower their guards even slightly, he stepped forward, distancing himself somewhat from the
others.
Aurora followed beside him.
Forming a thin protective layer around himself, using Celestial energy to move more freely,
Orion spoke, "I and my companions were passing by when we heard the sounds of battle and decided to investigate what was happening. Fortunately, we arrived just in time, before the situation worsened."
He noticed their sceptical expressions, which showed they didn't believe his words. It was understandable, considering their current location. However, Orion remained undeterred, especially since it was all he had to work with.
After all, he couldn't tell them, 'We came from outside this pocket dimension to see if we might uncover anything about a psychopathic god who is probably the reason for the mess
you are facing.'
Despite their strength, it was better to be cautious since they didn't know if the groups knew
or worshipped Naka as they once did.
Instead, Orion continued, "I would like to speak with the leaders of each group." His
expression was serious.
The tension within the water grew heavy. Despite receiving no response, Orion maintained a
calm expression and made no movements.
The silence stretched.
Sensing their hesitation, Orion said, "There is no reason to be afraid. We are not here to fight
or take sides. If we wanted to attack, we would have done so already and wouldn't need to reveal ourselves before every single one of you was eliminated."
He pointed toward the headless winged spawns, circling them protectively and attacking and shielding them from any Vylkr spawns in the surroundings.
"But instead, we stepped in to assist, especially since some of you appear to be fellow members of our race."
This time, after Orion finished speaking, a man with a bulky stature, adorned in a battered and
bloody breastplate and pauldrons that looked no different from those of the others present, emerged from the mermen and Prismerion side. He had blond hair, and a crown adorned with pale jewels and precious stones sat atop his head.
Orion had seen children from the Crystalforge clan and even ordinary Prismerions create better jewels than these, so he wasn't impressed.
At the same time, a man with black hair, wearing sturdy armour that appeared to be made of Vylkr alloy and wearing a similar protruding breastplate, swam forward from the human side.