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Chapter 1475: Change in Sky City

Hackzord ultimately chose to cooperate.

Rational thought alone made it the obvious choice — and yet to watch a senior demon lord be persuaded by a young witch, to see him reconsider and rescind a position held for centuries, was something that tightened every chest in the room and made people stand a little straighter.

His only condition was to confirm what Anna had described. It was granted.

Under close God’s Punishment Witch escort, Hackzord and Serakkas entered the bedroom and saw Roland lying still. The beam of light above him burned brilliant, wide enough to envelop nearly half the floating island.

“If this were half a year ago, I would have been overjoyed by this sight.” Hackzord put away his five-colored magic stone and exhaled. “Have you tried connecting to the Dream World?”

“Of course. We haven’t succeeded.” Phyllis answered. “Our souls are no longer accepted by that world, and our companions who were inside are also unconscious. There is no way to reach His Majesty Roland. The connection between the worlds has been severed.”

“On the brighter side — at least he has two witches with him.” Hackzord shrugged, then turned to Anna. “The Western Front plan spans nearly a century. Its purpose was to transport Red Mist from the Bottomless Land into human territory. It includes more than a Birth Tower — there’s a passageway concealed in the mountains, and its entrance is less than a mountain’s distance from Everwinter’s Northern Region. Sending your reinforcements to the Bottomless Land does not require anything elaborate from me. If you are willing to take the risk, I can open the Distortion Door.”

“That is ideal,” Anna said. “I trust that with Silent Disaster as escort, your subordinates will accept us using this shortcut.”

Letting a senior demon lord manage the demons in the passageway was a bold suggestion. The room felt it. But it was Hackzord who chuckled.

“An interesting young lady. It’s fine with me — but she will have to agree.”

Serakkas removed her black helm. Long hair fell free, completely at odds with the armor. Her face — strikingly feminine, surprising anyone who had never seen it before — took in Anna for a moment.

“I have a condition,” she said. “When you bring Roland deep into the Bottomless Land, I wish to enter with you.”

“Is it for Nightmare Lord?” Anna asked directly.

Serakkas gave no answer.

“I agree,” Anna said.

At the affirmative, Silent Disaster replaced her helmet and walked out first, leaving the rest of the conversation behind her. She had no interest in any of it.

Hackzord had long since adapted to her ways. “Let us move somewhere else and discuss how to approach Mist Island — and the Sky-sea Realm currently occupying it.”


Shortly after arriving at the base, Roland and Valkries were escorted by an attendant to a hall. Many were already gathered there — most clustered at the rear; Roland was led toward the front. The person seated beside him was a familiar face: Fei Yuhan, the celebrity martial artist prodigy.

Roland had accepted his entrapment in the Dream World with more calm than he expected. Perhaps he had already resigned himself to the possibility that an Oracle would not give up easily. If he were still in Neverwinter, the situation might have caused genuine damage; but humanity’s greatest threat, the Deity of Gods, had fallen. The floating island’s isolation, maintained by Eleanor, cut off most channels of information. His unconsciousness, from the outside world’s view, would not immediately unravel everything. As long as he dealt with whoever was behind this quickly enough, all would hold.

The three exchanged brief greetings. Even in those few words, Roland caught something — Valkries’s manner toward Fei Yuhan was notably warmer than toward him.

When did the senior demon lord get so close to this particular martial artist?

I’ve been the one supplying Peninsula coffee all this time.

Minutes later, Defender Rock entered the hall. The room fell silent at his first words.

“Everyone, we have a serious problem.”

He pressed a control pen. Images appeared on the screen behind him.

A collective intake of breath.

The pictures showed red holes opening in city streets — some large enough to bisect skyscrapers, some barely large enough to swallow a car. Martial artists knew what they were looking at. This was Erosion, the same phenomenon that had destroyed Prism City.

The people caught within those holes were already gone. But that was not the worst of it. Around the holes, in every picture, stood Fallen Evils — dozens of them, pressing toward the red voids as if offering themselves.

“Sacrifice,” Fei Yuhan said, barely above a whisper.

“That’s my reading as well.” Roland nodded. He had seen this before — during the mission to destroy the Fallen Evils, the enemy had used a large accumulation of cores to trigger Erosion directly, summoning pure magic monsters. What was happening now had simply bypassed one step.

The city they were currently in remained undisturbed. That only clarified the problem.

“These images came from Sky City’s outskirts,” Rock said gravely. “The invasion has left the area in extreme chaos. No one knows the source. No one knows the state of Headquarters. Cars fleeing, refugees everywhere. The martial artists who sent these pictures may no longer be alive.” He paused. “This is a war launched by the Fallen Evils. We must move to reinforce Sky City immediately.”

He glanced at Roland as he said it.

“Given the urgency, detailed plans will be briefed on arrival. Transporters depart in thirty minutes from the Association’s camp. There are no delays and no faction distinctions in this operation — it is also the best chance any of you will get to demonstrate what you can do.”

The meeting ended quickly. Rock kept Roland back.

“Mr. Roland… we were ultimately one step too slow.”

Ever since Roland had demonstrated his capacity to absorb cores, Prism City’s leadership had discussed turning over the remaining stored cores from each branch to him. Many had agreed. But Sky City — the Association’s center of gravity — had never given a definitive answer. And now this was what they had received instead.

Roland thought for a moment and shook his head slowly. “We may have been too slow from the very beginning.”

Rock went still, then caught his meaning. The color changed in his face. “How is that possible? Sky City has multiple Defenders stationed there — I was on the phone with the President not long ago—”

“I can’t think of another explanation for so many Fallen Evils appearing at once. Only Sky City holds that many Force of Nature cores.” Roland kept his voice even. “The red beam fired from the top of Sky City. The Fallen Evils swarming the streets. The sudden Erosion — none of this could have been set up on short notice. Looking back, the fact that nothing happened after Prism City was destroyed was always strange. Enemies don’t simply stop.”

”…”

“Which means the President you spoke to on the phone is either already dead—” Roland let each word land separately. “Or is the Oracle himself.”

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