Pridgeon's appearance caused the great war's tide to turn.
With his arrival, the several attempts to push deeper into the ranks had stopped, and the army was focused on defense, with only a few teams trying to push forward.
Git Godlike, Everhiss, the Covenant, and a few others were the only ones capable of pushing forward, attacking the massive metals, and navigating through the merging and protruding objects in the fourth dimension.
The AI of Lennox took over and began to command the army and rearrange them.
Though many among Unlocked armies were dying by the second, Pridgeon, who could see the battle, knowing that it was the canon fodders that were the easy targets.
Pridgeon noticed that many were positioned in a way that appeared to be at the back of the formation but was the easier targets.
"A formation that used the back lines as the front lines. Their formation and attack pattern works well with the few trying to break through. And I can sense it... These are Zeraphine's and Garenjazz's Planteds and Pioneers! Those fools don't know they are being used as cannon fodder despite being arranged at the back. They must have been lied to. Not knowing the complexity of this battle made them easy targets."
Pridgeon's power caused his ships to superimpose on the fourth and third dimensions. But in this scenario, it was safer to charge and go through the invisible maze than stay down and be targets of the bombardment.
"Time to sink this little fort and whatever secrets it hides." Pridgeon decided as he began to activate his cannons.
BOOM! BOOM!
But even before he could pull the trigger, explosions emerged one after the other.
Rules of numerous Emperors began to rise as they were all ambushed.
Pridgeon didn't understand it. He had hijacked all systems, and in the following months, he was sure he and Lanterk had figured out the many communication systems. And all except the Thought Transmitter were something that they had already hijacked. The Thought Transmitter was more problematic as it required more Universe Energy to determine.
"No wind currents... no noticeable vibrations... Why was there a sudden attack? Lanterk. I didn't sense anything or hear anything. Did you detect any forms of communication?" Pridgeon frowned.
"No. This means that they knew... What an interesting bunch."
"They knew? They knew we would uncover everything?"
"Yes. They aren't underestimating us. Even in this war, the little communication they have been sending out originates from those who are Planteds, Pioneers, or the weakest of their soldiers. Those who haven't been communicating are those fighting in the front lines. These are the very same ones capable of evading your dimensional powers are the stronger ones. And they don't communicate."
"Then how are they communicating? We've covered possible ways that even Presiders of Top Tiers would be detected."
"I did sense a strange blank realm at the center of the Worlds Helm. Even with a Principal's power, reaching out to the inside of that realm would be impossible. I thought that that was the command center, but now that I think about it, that level of power to seal communication meant no one could communicate outside of it. But it makes sense. The Principal should already be in range. Omnipresence is possible. So these people are holding one final meeting to lay everything out. They covered everything to hide. Unless a Top Tier Principal arrives, there is no way for us to know what is going on in there."
"...Then they planned to have no communication at all. Whatever that meeting was, was their last meeting-"
"Before they go radio silent. A plan without a plan. Just a direction to follow."
"That's stupid. They won the last war through deception and lies. We were unaware that their means of communication had transcended to a level only Top Tiers could perform. Certainly, we didn't think outside the box of our expectations on Earth. They knew we could hear them, and that's the best they can do?"
"And are we not confused? Why attack the WGP? We are here on top of them. The traitors they have in their midst won't fight and will be likely to ally with them. So why kill them? They know something we don't."
"So why not just pluck the entire World's Helm from here and be done with it?"
"And waste all the energy? The Presiders that are coming here will only root their place on Earth. And then, we begin the Presider's war. Why waste energy? Or... are you trying to make me use energy thanks to our little non-aggression pact?"
"Oh, you know me... If we truly allied, are we even Conquerors? Are we even Conquerors now?"
"Hm... I don't care about you. I'm still a Principal." Lanterk laughed.
RUMBLE... RUMBLE...
A powerful sound wave began to form and create a dome over the area.
"...My sensors have been stopped?"
"How primitive. This was also one of the layers they used to hide their little command center. A room is full of loud noises that make it hard to hear on the inside. It seems that these people aren't fully without any means to communicate. They are forcing one of us to move in there."
"...What do you think is happening?"
"I don't know. Find out what is going down there."
"And you won't even help?"
"I'm sending you my army, aren't I?"
"...Fine," Pridgeon answered, and he began to march forward.
The massive ship he had that was superimposed on the three dimensions was moving.
The distorted sounds were finally heard.
"The world demands that you stand up and rise, WGP!" Instead, members of Gardo's family began to launch attacks.
Several other Unlocks in training for their specific roles as Tank, Fighter, Sniper and Scout were suddenly moving towards identified WGP members who were communicating with Pridgeon.
"We know you've been communicating with Pridgeon! Unfortunately, the sky is falling upon us, and you still chose your greed!"
The sudden attacks caught the Emperors off guard.
Weaponized powers of many unlocked were launched an Emperor who was not prepared was incinerated from an explosion of desolation.
"We know the Presiders have leaked information to you, and everyone has been trying to figure this out! So many even banned us from the Everhiss clan! So pick a side, or die!"
The cries and accusations were heard, but all attacking were out to kill the Emperors.
"WGP! Pridgeon is here to kill you! Open the access to the depths of the World's Helm and grant us access to the core of this place! Grant it to us, or die!" Everhiss shouted as he sent out more attacks.
But at the escalating and critical state of the battle, the group of Overcomers had finally appeared.
Numerous powerful energies were moving out. But none were after Pridgeon.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Are they destroying the World's Helm?" Pridgeon was confused.
Several powerful energies were approaching. A massive ball of wind, and a gigantic plant erupted out of nowhere, and a large Exoskeleton was flying.
"Hmm. So they are stopping me from destroying the World's Helm as they destroy it. The Throne. They know where the Throne is!"
Pridgeon began to harness more of his energy as he fought the three.
Deep inside the World's Helm...
Seeker walked with Lynd, Meryl, Charles, and Cliff.
The Void Assassin, Arthur, Lioncourt, and Richie followed behind.
Locks and various barriers were slowly deactivating. However, others were destroyed by the attacks of the Overcomers, and at times, Rai would use his powers to teleport everyone.
"They divided the access to this place among all families and used the strongest of earth's material to hide it from us. Pridgeon and Lanterk must have done it to prevent us from gaining access to it." Lynd observed the doors that were opening as many of the families were pressured to deactivate them.
"So that's why our first order of business here was the Bible Study and not to get the Throne."
"This is only one-half of the real Throne that the Progenitor left behind. The last one is in Antarctica." Arthur answered.
As the group walked, a strange moving field surrounded them. It had the very powers they used to warp and distort all sounds and prevent anyone from hearing anything inside as they did with the Bible study.
They were headed to a large facility that was the source of creating Origin energy.
The entire room radiated with powerful energy coming from a massive device in the middle.
"All this battle to destroy this one. But where is the real Rule? The real Throne?" Meryl asked as she stepped inside the room.
Seeker glanced around and couldn't see it.
"It's that one." Arthur suddenly pointed to a seat with numerous computers placed at the side.
The seat was implanted on the floor and acted as the seat of someone who would be a Commander or a General of the ship.
"Yes. This place must have been where the Progenitor once stayed to perform many of his experiments. This machine is harnessing the power to create Origin. But what makes it Origin is that little seat over there. An inconspicuous seat. This should be the Progenitor's Throne!"
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