1144 Battle At The Ends Of Galaxy
Varian scrutinized the unicorn statues with a deep frown. They reacted fiercely to all his powers, including space and time.
Every time Varian tried to break in, the unicorn's eyes would move slightly and the red orbs would fly out, intending to finish him off.
They were blackholes of vitality. Even with all his power, he had no way of neutralizing them.
"Wait a minute…" Varian's eyes shone with a glint and he waved his palm.
A small sphere of ethereal white color flew to the red orb.
"The order is reversed. Instead of absorbing vitality, you'll give it out." Varian willed and the sphere enveloped the orb.
The orb shook violently and leaked a bit of vitality before the white sphere collapsed and things returned to normal.
"Damn." Varian hissed and wondered if he was trying something impossible.
But nope. Order and Chaos were fundamental powers holding up the cosmos.
They governed the cosmic scales—from the increasing chaos of the universe as a
whole to the increasing order of existing galactic clusters.
Similarly, Order was very much necessary for life to exist. Without proper systems governing an organism, it couldn't function.
The Order sliver he wielded wasn't just a physical order, it was the manifestation of the concept itself.
"If I can't control all of it, then some of it should work." Varian waved his palm again.
This time, the white sphere enveloped only a part of the red orb.
Then, it happened.
A quarter of the red orb glowed up brightly and began to release an enormous amount of vitality. The rest of the orb began to suck it in.
The more it released, the more it absorbed and the more it absorbed, the more it released.
Because of this cycle of reinforcement, the absorption and release speeds skyrocketed in a blink and reached a rate at which Varian's senses failed to even notice the cycles.
"Oh fuck."
The glowing red orb was reflected in Varian's eyes. It shone brighter and brighter with every second.
The incredibly tough stones on the floor shook violently at first and then, the entire palace complex began to vibrate.
Air itself grew tight and Varian felt as if he was stuck in a sea of iron.
The expected bang didn't come. The red orb dissipated with a whimper.
Even though it was an incredibly powerful defense mechanism, it couldn't function forever.
In just these few seconds, it had already accelerated to the point it ran millions of absorption and suction cycles.
As the air returned to normal and the dust settled, Varian noticed that the unicorn statues have now lost their eyeballs.
"Son of a…"
The heavy door creaked open and Varian walked into the treasury steeling his nerves.
— — — —
Far away from Centaurus, Solar System, and even the Kingdom that they're in—at the very end of Galaxy itself:
A figure stood in space, her body enveloped by a soft white light. Just by her mere presence, the star systems nearby began to shake and slowly drift away. The planets she passed by on the way here were now completely unrecognizable from earlier.
The barren planets now had sprouts of life.
The life planets were now undergoing an uncontrollable evolution. A couple of species directly gained an innate talent. The entire ecosystem was shuffled.
Even in empty space, the space around her shifted as a rich aura twirled around her and forms of new and wonderful life emerged and dissipated.
A snap of her fingers and a new life would indeed come into existence. However imperfect it may be from the one created by the universe's natural order, the life she created would still be a feat to marvel at.
The veiled woman looked into the space with a sharp gaze and her voice traveled into the distant space, carrying her sharp killing intent with it. "I've covered my tracks well. No one would expect a rank 9, let alone me going there in person to catch a mere duchy-level spy."
A small chuckle came from all directions. It was a beautiful, mesmerizing, and…mocking chuckle.
The space shifted in front of the veiled woman and a woman covered in purple light manifested.
The space around her continued to twist and twirl, it was as if she was in the eye of a tornado, and could disappear at any moment. But it was also like she was the tornado. That she could make anyone disappear at any moment.
"It's a coincidence, Princess Calamity." The woman covered her mouth in a lame attempt to hide her smirk.
"Crimson Specter, the brother of Slaughter Shade—the mastermind behind the last war's infiltrations. I thought I could gain something related to the shade and thwart your attempts in the upcoming war." Miss Calamity's voice was calm as she reported her intentions.
But underneath her voice was a raging fury that didn't escape the woman facing her.
In fact, just her anger alone would've instantly killed a rank 7. But the woman was unperturbed.
After all…
"Eshala's trust in you is not misplaced. But even for you, it's impossible to be so lucky."
"As I said, it's a pure coincidence." Zahara Onyx, the woman who practically oversaw the spy network of the Jai Empire in the Alliance shrugged.
Her words caused Miss Calamity to frown for a moment and her thoughts ran a million miles a second before her lips parted. "So Eshala is looking for something in that Duchy."
Zahara nodded with a smile.
It's really a coincidence. If Eshala wasn't personally involved in the mission, no one would've known Miss Calamity herself was about to involve herself to capture this small spy.
But by the wonder of fate, things went off in a different direction than either side anticipated.
Zahara snapped her fingers and space the expanse of an entire solar system around Miss Calamity froze and began to collapse.
The space twisted and cracked, forming numerous unstable black holes and countless space loops.
A rank 8 could enter these space loops and could never get out. Even rank 9s would be swallowed alive by these space cracks for these weren't ordinary cracks in space.
They really ripped the target apart. Even if the enemy could regenerate from a drop of blood or even a single cell, these space cracks and space storms were so fierce that they would destroy even that last trace of the enemy's existence.
But of course, that's only normal powerhouses.
Miss Calamity's body was swallowed by the fierce space cracks and disappeared. But the next moment, she stepped out from another place with no injuries whatsoever.
The space attacks ripped her to pieces again and again. But every single time, she came back in perfect condition.
Zahara's lips twitched and she stopped attacking. Sealing the space further, she said with a provocative sneer. "My boss doesn't speak much, but her fists aren't very forgiving. You, of all people, should know."
Miss Calamity's pupils froze for a split second before she returned to her calmness. "She belongs to my great-grandfather's generation and brags about overwhelming me. Indeed, I know what a pathetic failure she is."
"Harsh words, Miss Calamity." Zahara's voice was filled with regret and pity. "As punishment, I'll have you stay here until the business in that duchy is sorted out."
Miss Calamity's eyes narrowed.
The clone should be capable of defeating that weak spy. But since they're prepared…
A sigh escaped her lips and her eyes shone with a mysterious light for a split second.
At the exact moment, a couple ten thousand light years away from her, in a palace built on top of a tree growing on a literal star, a woman in maid clothes blinked twice before yelling. "Centaurus Duchy, Eshala Starlight's mission, Crimson Spector."
A fierce breath rose from the tree and disappeared into a space gate. Only a voice was left behind. "I'll be there in five minutes."
Miss Calamity repeated the words to Zahara who didn't seem surprised. "Five minutes is forever, you know."
"Your sense of time is really distorted, just like Eshala."
"She could twist time itself. Such majesty would indeed be beyond time." Zahara said with reverence and turned her attention back to Miss Calamity. "And you, on the other hand, will have to understand that everything will be over in five minutes."
Miss Calamity's breath filled the sealed space and it began to crack like a mirror. But Zahara continued to enforce the space and the two got into a stalemate.
Just a few seconds ago, Crimson Spector and the Clone of Miss Calamity finally reached the Duke's treasury.
