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Within some of the larger cracks, Matouchi could vaguely see a few pale rays of light, traces of the white storm, like remnants that had not been completely swallowed up.
The scent of the storm still lingered in the air, so cold yet impossible to completely dispel, as if the very thing that once devoured everything was still quietly writhing in some corner.
Matou Ike narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze shifting from the cracks to the nearly completed ring.
All the flow, all the changes, all point to this final convergence point.
The next moment, magic surged like a tide, and the tension in the air suddenly intensified.
The shattered space instantly began to tremble, and immense power surged all around, as if the heavens and earth were preparing for some impending disaster.
The thick fog swept in again, but this time, it was unlike anything it had ever seen before.
The dense fog brought by the Dead Apostles was once a magic that concealed everything; dark and mysterious, it permeated the void, as if it were a deathly silence that devoured everything.
But at this moment, the rising mist is completely different.
It did not flow naturally, but was driven by magic concentrated to the extreme. Every wisp of mist shimmered with an eerie light, twisting and churning as if it were alive, filled with an uncontrollable sense of oppression.
The concentration was terrifying, almost exceeding the limits of the Age of Gods.
It's like an invisible, heavy stone, slowly compressing every inch of air, making breathing increasingly difficult.
Each spread of the fog brought a suffocating feeling that penetrated to the soul, as if it would devour everything around it.
The magic in the air surged like a tide, seeping into people's lungs through every tiny crack, forcing them to lose even the ability to breathe in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the dense fog, compressed to its limit, swept wildly toward a certain part of the spaceship, like a nebula twisted by gravity.
That power was simply indescribable—the magic contained within the thick fog seemed to be firmly attracted by some irresistible force, swirling in and stirring up a violent wave.
No, it should be more accurate to say—
The dense magical fog wasn't approaching the spaceship; instead, it was being drawn in and devoured in an extremely violent manner, like some kind of invisible vortex, creating a strong negative pressure zone in the air.
The spaceship's structure seemed to be interacting intensely with the dense fog in some invisible way; its core area appeared to be drawn by a mysterious force, frantically devouring all the magic in this space.
With Matou Ike's keen eyesight, even though he wasn't close, he could still clearly see the strange thing that was happening.
It was a complex mechanical structure that, though hidden deep within the spaceship, emitted energy fluctuations completely different from the rest of the ship.
Using the simplest analogy in modern technology, this device could perhaps be described as a "ventilator"—
Of course, such a metaphor seems rather absurd, because the power behind it is far beyond what any conventional machine can match.
The core of this device is compressing and absorbing the dense magical fog with an almost ruthless manner, as if it wants to plunder every inch of energy in this space.
"They're actually directly drawing magic from the Great Source?" Medea murmured, her voice filled with shock and alarm.
The Great Source—that is the source of endless magic for magicians; almost all magic can draw power from it.
For experienced magicians, drawing magic from the Great Source is nothing new.
Even Medea, as a magician of the Age of Gods, was already accustomed to the close connection with the Great Source and could call upon the Great Source's magic power at any time to complete her magic.
However, the way this scene unfolded before her was so horrifying that even she felt a chill run down her spine.
The spaceship's behavior was unlike any conventional magic trick; instead, it abruptly and ruthlessly absorbed the magic power from the Great Source in an almost brutal manner.
The Great Source holds a vital significance for the existence of any planet.
It is not only the source of magic, but also the foundation of the planet's ecology and energy balance.
Whether it's an ordinary magician or a magician from the Age of Gods, the methods they use when wielding the power of the Great Source are inseparable from the concept of "communication."
This kind of communication is not a simple matter of taking or consuming, but a delicate balance, a behavior of mutual exchange.
However, at this moment, the spaceship in front of them was forcibly extracting magic from the Great Source in an extreme and ruthless way.
This behavior is completely different from the way traditional magicians use magic. It is no longer gentle communication, but a violent demand, completely devoid of any respect or agreement.
In layman's terms, this is like two completely different relationships. The relationship between the magician and Da Yuan is like the mutual dependence and deep affection between lovers.
Some couples have a more detached relationship, perhaps only showing occasional care and concern. Others, however, are much sweeter, with a more intense and gentle connection, their interactions tender and delicate.
This relationship is built on mutual understanding and tacit agreement. Although there may be friction at times, it is ultimately a balance and coexistence.
The way the spaceship was handled was like a domineering CEO forcibly taking his young wife—without consulting her opinion or engaging in any tender communication.
It is ruthless, merciless, and domineering, directly plundering the magic power in the Great Source, regardless of whether it is appropriate or not, and without any regard for the consequences.
Such demands are almost like a plot from a novel, full of drama, but completely detached from the balance and respect in reality.
The two completely different approaches represent two completely different attitudes and consequences.
One draws energy from symbiosis and coexistence, while the other engages in one-sided plunder and consumption.
At the same time, a highly contradictory voice resounded from the sky.
The voice was hollow and cold, like an ancient machine echoing within a deep iron wall, containing boundless power, yet it also contained an ethereal and distant quality like the whispers of elves, as if it came from another dimension.
Its sound quality does not belong to any material language, yet it still allows people to clearly perceive its profound meaning, as if it does not rely on matter to spread, but directly penetrates time and space, entering the depths of every listener's heart.
Although the voice was hollow, it did not contain a trace of eeriness or unease, but rather carried an eerie calm and composure.
Its existence seems to have no connection with this world, yet it seems to be the master of this ocean.
Whoever hears this sound knows that it is not human language, but a whisper from an ancient and ancient being that transcends humanity.
Matouchi also involuntarily stopped what she was doing and turned her gaze to the source of the ethereal sound—the empty blue sky.
In that instant, he had no doubt that the voice came from the depths of the universe; it belonged to Oceanus, the water god and ocean god.
"According to the laws of interstellar migration... we are to levy... on Earth..."
The tone of the voice was slow and solemn, like a divine oracle, with a distant rhythm.
"Conquering...Earth..."
The sound gradually dissipated in the air, as if a highly efficient machine had crashed due to some kind of malfunction, with syllables pausing, dragging, and unable to complete.
Each unfinished note seemed to struggle to break free from the emptiness, yet it never quite took shape. The stagnation that settled in the air made the surrounding air seem a bit denser.
Suddenly, as if torn apart by some powerful force, Marisbury, the monarch of the Celestial Sciences, appeared at the edge of the pillar of light. His steps were steady and undeniable, and his aura was as tranquil as the starry sky, yet incredibly resolute.
He slowly walked into the pillar of light, his gaze as deep as the starry sea, his deep, resonant voice echoing around him as he proclaimed:
"Ars Nova—The time for farewell has come; with this, I forsake the world."
This declaration was like a reboot of the universe, breaking all the constraints and delays that lay ahead.
Then came a beam of light as bright as day, piercing the darkness and blooming before our eyes, causing almost everyone to involuntarily close their eyes.
At this moment, the ring finally merged completely into the core of the massive interstellar mothership, its radiance illuminating the entire universe like the descent of a god. Vast energy spread in an instant, tearing apart the shackles of time and space.
Matou Ike frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the strange phenomenon within the pillar of light, and murmured, "Is this the release of true names?"
"We've checked him. There's no spirit foundation in his body, nor any fluctuations of an additional contract."
Medea's brief reply was unusually calm, as if she had already been confident of this conclusion.
She naturally understood the question in Matou Ike's mind, and therefore immediately gave a clear response.
The ring's brilliance remained dazzling, almost blinding to the eye.
Medea continued to observe it, but she had already made up her mind—this was undoubtedly a high-ranking sacred relic.
Its status is comparable to that of the Avalon sword sheath left behind by King Biathe, and it can even be said to be a conceptual ceremonial garment of the same caliber.
However, things of this caliber are all deeply bound to their owners.
For a magician to exploit something, they must have a deep connection with its master. Even without a contract, the original master's recognition is still essential.
This kind of restrictive limitation has already restricted the magician's ability to utilize it.
Not to mention directly revealing their real name.
Even Lancelot's Noble Phantasm "Knight's Immortality and Unarmed" can only seize control of the Noble Phantasm, but cannot release its true name.
As for the reason why Marisbury was able to unleash the true name of his Noble Phantasm at this moment, Matouchi and Medea had no time to ponder it.
next moment--
Chapter 554 Invitation (4k)
“Energy collection…percentage…0.31…0.54…0.7…”
A mechanical voice echoed in the air once more, hollow yet clear, as if some irresistible force was performing silent calculations. Each rising number intensified the oppressive atmosphere.
"0.89 percent..."
The voice remained mechanical, coldly announcing the progress, like a ruthless recorder.
"...0.97%...98%...99%..."
As the last digit was announced, a subtle tension suddenly filled the air, as if that final moment would decide everything.
"One percent...minimum charge complete..."
With this mechanical prompt, all the numbers froze in mid-air, and then the billowing magical fog began to slowly dissipate.
The magical fog retreated from the surrounding air, as if guided by an invisible force, and was gradually cleared away.
"Full fuel... Void Hole... Construction begins..."
The mechanical voice continued to echo coldly in the air, conveying information word by word. Each sentence was as precise as a command, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"Location...activated..."
As the sound progressed, the space seemed to shift, as if some incomprehensible force was slowly being activated under invisible manipulation.
An invisible force is pulling at the distant void, gradually opening a passage to the unknown.
"Destination... Lostbelt... Interstellar City Mountains..."
The destination was pinpointed, and the tone grew increasingly somber, seemingly indicating a complex and vast plan behind it all. The intricate interstellar region seemed like some hidden secret realm, reflecting a phantom and unattainable space.
"Warning! Warning! Under attack by unknown energy... Under attack by unknown energy!"
Suddenly, the sound paused for a moment, then a rapid and alert warning rang out. The voice seemed less indifferent, carrying a tense rhythm, as if aware that something was amiss attacking the system.
"Analyzing unknown energy source... Void Hole creation halted... Analyzing unknown energy source... Void Hole creation halted..."
The system's warnings grew increasingly urgent, as if it itself realized that some anomalous energy was attempting to intrude upon its control. The creation of the void portal was abruptly interrupted, a brief pause occurred in data flow, and all processes were suspended, awaiting deeper analysis.
"The parsing process is 70%...96%...100%..."