2223 - Bleeding
BANG
"Damn it...!!" Blokan used the Fundamental Reflection Law to disperse an attack from one of the adult space beasts, then immediately began darting his eyes left and right, up and down, tracking the movements of the three adult space beasts he had chosen for himself.
When he was confident he could divert his focus for a second, he shouted to the right: "Asr, do you need help with your two?"
"Ugh!!" Asr was busy applying the Fundamental Law of Time to the attacks, slowing them down to give the tree father and the corpses a chance to do something about them before they arrived.
This method, to some extent, didn't drain him as much as if he tried to confront the attack directly, yet he was still trying to hinder adult space beasts!
Finally, Asr managed to open his mouth and reply: "No thanks, check on Morgana!" Then he immediately refocused.
...After the four of them had regained their strength and caught their breath, they immediately went to help as much as they could, to assist the Spiritual Creature Arkalon.
Arkalon was already fighting on equal footing; in fact, it could be said that he didn't need help at all!
There were even ten things he couldn't truly control... adult space beasts.
Any attack or charge from them would destroy a portion of the Bone Wall that Arkalon had created and supported, forcing him to increase the density of his attacks to compensate for the bodies. However, their numbers were dwindling, and the gaps were growing.
So the four of them decided on the same thing at the same time… They would deal with the adult space beasts.
How?
They did not step out from behind the Bone Wall, nor did they abandon the protection of the Father Tree's branches. Instead, they merely used their most powerful techniques to counter the charges and attacks of the adult space beasts and push them back.
This did not harm the remaining ten beasts in any way, but it greatly strengthened Arkalon's wall.
Or so they thought.
"…" Arkalon began to slowly look around, opening his eyes wide as if trying to etch the scene into his mind. "Hmm, this will not end well. We must take the next step."
He then continued to look around, trying to come up with an idea, and finally gazed toward the vortex of pure golden Spirit Power, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Oh, that might work."
Then he began to twirl the Seraphim Pen between his fingers for about twenty seconds.
Before raising it and starting to draw.
It glowed.
A giant spiritual array quickly began to form, drawing a massive amount of vortex spirit power until it had consumed nearly a quarter of it. Then Arkalon raised his left hand and pushed it forward.
<The Arkalonian Technique of Eternal Mourning.>
Bam-Boom
Objects resembling wire fences emerged from the array, but they did not head to reinforce the defenses or launch an attack. Instead, they went and wrapped themselves around the golden vortex.
After that, Arkalon began to see the results of his work. The thin golden membrane before his eyes showed him things he had never seen before...
Those spiritual wire fences intercepted the spirits of the beasts before they entered the whirlwind to be purified. They deliberately attacked specific areas of the spirits, plucking black strands from them, then let them pass into the whirlwind as usual.
Those black strands found their way to the heart of the new array, then began to swell, break apart, and spread in all directions in the form of spiritual waves.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
The despair of dead beasts, the pain they felt at the moment of death, deep regret, anger, fear, and hatred... all the negative emotions of a creature that had tasted death were amplified and attacked the kin of its kind.
Chaos.
The beasts were already under the weight of the Soul Freezing Array, their thoughts and reactions slowed. When they were also struck by amplified and multiplied negative emotions—the negative thoughts of their own kind who had tasted death—their hearts and souls trembled.
The thoughts were direct, coming from the heart of the event, from beasts similar to them, and under the influence of the freezing array, they seemed like their own thoughts.
Thus, nearly 800,000 Young Beasts began to believe they were already dead and started to panic, while hundreds of Young Beasts retreated in confusion. The interference was too overwhelming for them to ignore. As for the Adult Space Beasts, they slowed down further, began to cry out in sudden grief, and continued moving and fighting, but not at the same pace.
"This..." Althera took a quick glance at Blokan, "What is wrong with this Spirit Creature..?!"
"If I hadn't seen what's happening here with my own eyes, I would say it's the most exaggerated and false legend in history." Blokan finally had time to speak, "Are even Lord Robin's Spirit Creatures this powerful?" Then he narrowed his eyes as he stole a glance at Arkalon, who was disturbed by the vortex's rapid consumption, "...I wonder,"
"You cannot defeat him." Althera noticed his gaze, full of challenge and assessment.
"…." Blokan turned his gaze forward with a frustrated sigh, "Perhaps you are right."
Before entering The Gate, he had been trying to suppress Lord Robin, that bookworm, with status and power. He was angry because he had asked him for something and hadn't received a large, immediate compensation. He began planning to refuse anything Lord Robin would give him later and demand more, for that is the price of hiring people stronger than yourself to do what you cannot!
But he had just accepted that there was a spiritual creature stronger than him.
How ironic.
Had he called them to do what he could not? No… he had called them to do what he did not even bother to think about, the silly routine tasks in his eyes that required no special effort from him.
And upon thinking of that point, Blokan stole a glance in Robin's direction.
Immediately, his eyes widened to their fullest, "This…?"
"Look! There is support coming from The Gate, at least 20 Royal Soul Masters!!" Asr pointed with a loud cry full of joy.
As long as those outside knew what was happening here, more support was undoubtedly coming.
Althera, Morgana, and even Arcalon began preparing to receive the help and rearrange their plans.
As for Blokan, he seemed not to have heard; he continued staring in that direction...
Robin stood there like a mummy, exhausted, with blood streaming from his ear and nose despite the immense energy radiating from him.
But this was natural—this was to be expected from his opponent. He was fighting an Ancestor space beast, the same Ancestor that had once violated the entire universe, forcing Athena to go into hiding and driving the Cosmic Elder to become an old man from the sheer number of sacrifices.
What was truly strange and shocking was that his opponent, the beast that called itself the Executioner...
Was also bleeding.