Game World: I Can Share Talents

Even the Celestial God's projection hadn't anticipated Westheid's mad dash toward the Temporal Turbulence. The Dragon God Illusion immediately aborted the Technique it had just begun to prepare, turning to hunt down the prey that had suddenly changed course.

He fled. It pursued. There was no escape.

Despite giving it his all, Westheid couldn't move fast enough to shake the Celestial God's projection's lock. The illusory Star Abyss Wings shifted its colossal form slightly, firing a cerulean blast from its claws that struck Westheid true.

He was too close. There was no time to react, no room to dodge.

BANG—

With a dull thud, Duke Qinghui took the full force of the Dragon God Illusion's blast. The shield protecting him shattered instantly, and the shockwave penetrated his internal organs, causing a sweet taste to rise in Westheid's throat as he spat out fresh blood.

Soon, however, his Evil Magic Vein flared to life. The power of the Master of Extinction immediately enveloped his body, protecting him from any further harm.

Westheid himself burst out laughing, raising his middle finger at the Celestial God's projection.

"You didn't see that coming, did you? This is my escape route!"

Using the momentum from the Dragon God Illusion's attack, Westheid finally broke through the surrounding Domain's blockade. He escaped the Domain of the Star Abyss Wings and plunged into the even more treacherous and unpredictable Temporal Turbulence.

Even the projection of the Star Abyss Wings did not pursue him. Its most basic intelligence chose to give up, a clear sign that the Temporal Turbulence was enough to inspire instinctive fear in the entity.

Having lost its target, the Dragon God Illusion would now have to eliminate as many enemies as possible in its limited time of existence. The Celestial Vault Legion had already retreated at top speed, so the Chaos Demon Army was naturally the next to suffer.

The Chaos Demons knew nothing of retreat. Even facing the Celestial God's illusion, they charged forward wave after wave. What greeted them was an utterly merciless and terrifying stellar explosion. Wherever the Dragon God Illusion surged, all matter and spirit were crushed.

Watching this scene, the Celestial Vault Legion chose to silently continue their retreat, trying their best to avoid being caught in the aftermath. The mere projection of the Star Abyss Wings had been a sobering experience for everyone. Even the most fanatically loyal Holy Tree Believers were now orderly and subdued, not daring to look directly at it.

"Our objective has been achieved. All that's left is to wait."

The Celestial Vault Elders appeared very calm, seemingly quite satisfied with the outcome of the battle.

On reflection, it was true. The Dragon Race had used up all its trump cards and no longer posed a threat of mutual destruction to the Celestial Vault People. Meanwhile, the Chaos Demon Army surrounding the Crimson Throne was also being annihilated. In this three-way battle, the Celestial Vault Legion had arguably won a landslide victory.

However, not everyone was pleased—far from it.

The Imperial Citizens were one thing, but the Expeditionary Army wasn't composed solely of the Imperial Faction; Duke Qinghui's forces were more numerous. For their lord to stay behind as the rear guard and be forced into a dangerous region in such a sorry state was an unbearable humiliation for any Warrior of the Qinghui Faction.

If not for the link through Bright Radiance Manifested in the World confirming that Duke Qinghui's life was not in danger, the Qinghui Guard would have charged the Dragon God Illusion in a suicidal attack, heedless of the consequences.

"West... did he really enter that turbulence?"

Reiya asked wistfully, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

A Celestial Vault Elder replied, "Without a doubt."

"What's in there?"

"No one knows. But the will of the Divine Ancestor should exist within it. If it is Lord Westheid, he should be fine."

"'Should be?' I don't want 'should be'... What are you going to do next?"

The White-haired Dragon Lady shot a look of disgust at the canned Celestial Vault Elder and asked.

"Wait."

The Elders' mechanical voices remained devoid of any emotion as one stated calmly:

"Ensure the area around the Crimson Throne is under control. Then, wait. It could be a few days, a few months, a few years, or even decades... With the current temporal confusion, it is impossible to be certain."

"Demigod..."

Mivana said, biting her finger, "We must ascend to the Demigod Realm. Only then can we help West."

As the Knight King's Chief Knight, she couldn't even shelter her beloved from the storm, instead having to watch Westheid sacrifice himself. For Mivana, this was a monumental humiliation. Shame spurred her to courage; right now, the Wolf-eared Maiden just wanted to kill, kill, kill, and vent the fury in her heart.

Hearing this, Reiya, for once, agreed with her:

"Then let's do it as soon as possible. If West doesn't make it out, we'll go in and get him out!"

The conversation between the two women left the onlookers aghast. 'Seriously? They talk about ascending to the Demigod Realm like it's a simple task? In all the history of the Mortal World, the number of people who have reached that level can be counted on one hand... but them?'

Considering the track records of the Silver-haired Princess and the Lady Knight, any urge to offer a snarky retort died on their lips.

............

Meanwhile, the moment Duke Qinghui plunged into the turbulence, he lost consciousness.

As if sinking into the ocean, Westheid felt himself being mercilessly torn apart by the Temporal Turbulence. He was immediately slammed by a wave of vertigo. He had originally planned to stay conscious to explore the space-time beyond the turbulence, but that idea was instantly crushed.

Compared to the injuries inflicted by the Dragon God Illusion, being swept into the Temporal Turbulence had a far greater impact on Westheid. He couldn't even control his own body, left to drift helplessly on the currents of chaos.

For a rare moment, Westheid felt a flicker of panic. He immediately swallowed his pride and focused on stabilizing himself.