Game World: I Can Share Talents

When in doubt, blame Chaos Erosion.

Everything that seemed strange and unbelievable to Westheid could simply be explained away by Chaos Erosion.

But Westheid never expected Chaos Erosion to have reached such a level, to the point where it could even create a sky-canopy. It was simply defying the heavens.

Seeing Westheid’s hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something but was holding back, Wan Qi suddenly seemed to remember something and tapped her head.

"Oh, I remember you said you’d seen sunlight, real sunlight... But the sun shouldn’t have shone for several hundred years now."

Westheid replied, "It will. The sun will shine in the future."

He spoke with great seriousness. If this was a memory of the past, then everything about the future was absolutely certain.

Not only was the sunlight reclaimed, but a Celestial God, the Radiant Holy Tree, who wielded the authority of the sun itself, had even achieved Ascension.

Wan Qi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Yes, we will take back the sun. When we do, we have to try what you talked about—enjoying the sunlight under a clear sky!"

Following the orders assigned by their wrist-terminals, Westheid and Wan Qi boarded a Floating Battleship.

As some of the few High-tier Transcendents available, Wan Qi and Westheid were assigned to be the vanguard for the boarding operation.

Just as they took their positions in the landing craft, the alarm blared again.

"Attention, all Warriors of Fortress Number Twenty-One. We are about to engage the enemy. All forces, prepare for contact."

"The Chaos are immense in number! There is no room to maneuver and no further reinforcements."

The broadcast paused for a moment before continuing:

"So, everyone... go forth and die with honor!"

"For the heavens, for our brothers and sisters!"

"Ten Thousand Prayers! Ascending to the Heavens!"

Battle cries erupted from all corners of the battleship:

"Ten Thousand Prayers! Ascending to the Heavens!"

The battleship began to climb steadily, breaking through one sound barrier after another. Westheid leaned against the window of the landing craft and looked down.

If the ground in the far rear was merely barren, the land below them now was completely submerged by a Chaos Domain. The dense Power of Chaos had gathered into a tide, surging back and forth and exuding an utterly ominous aura.

"West, whatever you do, don’t fall."

Seeing Westheid staring intently at the ground, Wan Qi grabbed him and warned sternly:

"It’s better to die."

Westheid raised an eyebrow. "Chaos Corruption? Yeah, I’m aware of it."

The gray-haired girl clenched her small fists, pressing them to her chest as she urged him again, "You have to remember..."

Under the cover of the advancing Floating Fortress, countless battleships and fighters launched, heading toward the Chaos Demon Army beneath the black sky-canopy.

Full barrage.

Autocannons, beam long spears, particle light spears, holy-fire missiles... a torrent of ammunition specially designed to counter Chaos was unleashed.

Together, they wove a web of fire that tore through the dim sky-canopy, the roar of the main cannons booming like rolling thunder.

But when Westheid got a clear look at the Chaos Demon Army, he almost lost his composure.

They were completely different from the Chaos Hundred Forms he was familiar with, because these damn Chaos Creatures could fly!

Unspeakable things floated high in the sky, spreading viscous, fatty bat-wings. They swirled like a storm of locusts, absorbing the full brunt of the firepower. The volleys, powerful enough to level mountains, landed amidst the great swarm of the Chaos Demon Army, splashing up murky waves.

And emerging slowly from the black sky-canopy were corrupted battleships. Compared to Xuli’s fleet, these wrecks were less like ships and more like breeding grounds nourishing the Chaos Demons.

From their high position, the corrupted battleships rained down crimson beam strikes on the swarming fighters, blasting the lightning-fast craft out of the sky one after another.

’Reversed Celestial Spirit!’

The Chaos Hundred Forms were already monstrous enough, but the Demons before Westheid now were even uglier... no, they were abstract to a horrifying degree.

"Damn it! Is the Mortal World Chaos’s main nest? How did it end up like this?!"

Westheid cursed angrily.

For this level of corruption to appear, allowing the Chaos Creatures to seize air superiority, meant that the forces of Order in the Mortal World had been completely wiped out.

Chaos Creatures didn’t need to maintain a regular form. They could improvise freely, shaping themselves into the twisted forms of Chaos Undivided.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—

Because the long-range attacks were having very limited effect, they had to dispatch troops for a boarding action to tear open the Chaos front line and clear away this pollution stretching across the sky.

To cover the approaching battleships carrying the landing craft, countless fighters swarmed around them, shooting down Demons while using their own shields to block attacks.

Facing the attacks of the corrupted battleships and Chaos Creatures directly, the tiny fighters naturally couldn’t escape unscathed.

Westheid personally witnessed a fighter guarding their flank get grazed by a crimson spike, and half of its fuselage instantly exploded.

The pilot, ejected from the wreckage of the destroyed fighter, plummeted downward.

"No! Don’t!"

"My anti-grav is broken! Kill me! Kill me now!"

The pilot screamed in terror, as if falling to the ground was something more horrifying than death itself.

But he was falling far too quickly. Even though his nearby comrades heard his cries for help and sped over at once, they still couldn’t save him.

SPLASH—

As if he had fallen into a pool of viscous ink, the fighter pilot was submerged in the Water of Chaos for several seconds before convulsively leaping up.

"Ugh, AAAAAAHHH!!"

He clutched his bleeding nose and collapsed to his knees in agony. The blood flowing from his nostrils was thick and black. As it dripped through his fingers to the ground, the black blood sizzled, emitting a plume of green smoke.

When the green smoke dissipated, the pool of black blood transformed into countless fat worms, each the thickness of a little finger. Hundreds, thousands of them rapidly bit through the surface of the man’s skin and burrowed into his flesh.

He screamed and thrashed on the ground, frantically clawing at his chest and back, trying to dig out the worms that were squirming rapidly beneath his skin. He tore open his clothes, his nails gouging bloody, mangled scratches across his chest, but the worms were already advancing toward his skull.

Thick, dense tracks the size of a little finger bulged from his neck, swelling it to several times its normal size, far too large to be grasped by two hands.

They gnawed on everything they could, chewing through his face and boring through his skull. Black ichor streamed from his seven orifices—until the poor ’ingredient’ went into violent convulsions, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. The worms devoured his brain, then drilled small holes in the surface of his cranium as countless tiny, fuzzy tentacles emerged from his eyeballs.

In the span of a few breaths, a perfectly normal living person bloated, covered in fleshy tumors.

These tumors then burst in an instant, all of them melting into a filthy black sludge that engulfed him from the inside out.

A moment later, all that remained was a human-shaped silhouette being consumed by the sludge.

"This is why you must not fall from the sky."

Witnessing this, a flash of pain crossed Wan Qi’s beautiful, crimson eyes. She pressed her interlocked fingers to her forehead, offered a silent prayer, and sighed.

"The ground is no longer a place for mortals to stand."