Chapter 1288: Chapter 1289: The Nether Enigma
Boom!
A blood-colored shockwave pierced through the cloud of insects, with waves spreading in all directions. It was a high-powered energy-exploding weapon of the Ironblood Galaxy civilization, roughly equivalent to the continental shock single that Green had once obtained.
If it were in a small world, just this one explosion might have already destroyed a small piece of the continent.
But in the Void Meteorite Great World, a world with enough carrying capacity, it was insignificant. The strong rule-binding force suppressed too much of its power, and this great world had enough volume to accommodate such a level of destructive force.
The rolling ocean of insects filled the sky and ground, and the entire mine source crater rained insect corpses. The "boom" and "boom" of the Ironblood Battleships exploding were endless.
This turmoil passed through the distant space and reached the eyes of two silent observers far away.
"There must be a secret there! That Ironblood Mine Source must have discovered something! Otherwise, how could such large-scale wars frequently erupt here in such a short time? There must be a great discovery! This must be reported to the Wise One immediately, and the Wise Elder must be sent to dispatch more high-level Mystery Trickster Legion, we cannot miss this opportunity!"
Bruru wouldn’t stop babbling, made a "wah" sound, and spat out a ragdoll.
The ragdoll smirked, not knowing what kind of mysterious power it possessed, drawing circles on its cheeks with its fingers, looking bashfully shy.
"You have to hug me, let me feel the warmth of your embrace, and kiss me, then I can help you with things."
Bruru opened his arms, hugging the ragdoll, allowing it to rest its head comfortably in Bruru’s embrace, looking utterly indulged. After a while, Bruru planted a kiss on the ragdoll’s cheek.
"Go inform the Wise Elder about the war here, quickly."
The ragdoll giggled, and like a puff of smoke, disappeared without a trace.
On the other side, Green sat on a huge rock, with the Robe of Appearances rendering his figure semi-transparent. The Three-Colored Light Eyes and six pairs of compound eyes gazed at the war in the distant crater, calmly savoring a cup of hot tea.
Seeing this, Bruru wanted to say something but soon realized his own impatience and also sat down slowly.
After only two sips of hot tea, Bruru could no longer endure and said, "Respected Mystical Weaver, what should we do now? Should I sound the Trickster’s call to assembly?"
Whoosh...
Blowing a breath across the hot tea, Green took a small sip, put down the teacup amid the soothing laughter beneath the Face of Truth, and looked at the Mystery Ribbon wrapped around his right hand. One light green flame, two light green flames, three...
At this moment, there were as many as fifteen light green flames, all within the sensing range of the Mystery Ribbon.
A total of fifteen Level Six creatures!
"How magnificent and beautiful. However, if it continues like this, the war your three civilizations are trying hard to restrain might reignite soon."
Green slightly flexed his right hand, satisfied as he looked at the green flames on his palm.
"It seems your Fool Elder will be disappointed, only having been here for a month before having to return. Hahaha."
Bruru held his composure, and after a while, suddenly said, "It’s the Mystical Weaving Machine that guides the Fool Elder and makes the Trickster’s Clan join this war. We do this to ensure a better future for the Trickster’s Clan. You wouldn’t understand, Annihilation Sorcerer."
"Hahaha, sorcerers only know that destiny must be grasped by oneself, not guided by fate. I only see the war between the Ironblood civilization and the Mother Nest civilization from your conflicts. Compared to them, your Trickster civilization has no competitive strength at all. You are pawns being toyed with by destiny."
As if foreseeing himself about to leave this place, Green actually spoke this way to the Trickster beside him.
After another moment of silence, Bruru shook his head and said, "Annihilation Sorcerer, you always believe the mystical can be challenged, yet how do you know it’s not the mystical arranging for you to challenge it? Perhaps it is watching your arrogance, conceit, ignorance, and laughing outside your dimension. You have no idea of the difference between you and it, you’re heading towards destruction."
Continuing, Bruru added, "Just like the Fool Elder said, a powerful civilization in the depths of the void is already being rejected by the mystical. We only need to quietly wait for the arrangements of the mystical. I believe it won’t be too long before the mystical will weave us together and make them truly experience the terror of the mystical..."
Hearing Bruru mention a powerful civilization in the depths of the void, Green immediately thought of the Abyss civilization!
Sitting upright with his expression turning serious, Green eagerly asked, "What else do you know about that civilization in the depths of the void?"
"The Fool Elder says our wars with the Mother Nest and Ironblood Galaxy are just the Mystical Weaving Machine making us understand each other better. Sooner or later, under the infinite coincidental arrangements of the mystical, we will merge into one. And what we have to wait for is that vast civilization in the depths of the void to become stronger until the mystical completely nurtures it into a mature cricket."
Green’s three-colored light eyes widened.
It’s also the cricket theory, cultivating into a mature cricket?
At that moment, with a "whoosh," one of the fifteen flames on Green’s right hand suddenly went out. As Green felt this and raised his hand, another went out, leaving thirteen light green flames.
Sensing something, Green gazed into the distance.
"Oh? So this is the Insect Mother Ultimate Form? It’s an individual creature! I thought all existences in the Mother Nest civilization were will assembly beings. There are indeed some specially mutated insect mothers."
While Green spoke, Bruru beside him tensed up, as both he and Green’s three-colored light eyes looked together.
Three Ironblood Royal Guards wearing Dark Moon Masks, one holding a blood-colored longsword, one with a crescent moon disc, and another with a double-edged spear, immensely formidable, were pursuing a Crystal Spider.
This Crystal Spider, about ten meters long, belonged to the category with a tiny body but extremely long crystal limbs, already covered in wounds, moving with extreme strangeness, dodging agilely as a series of afterimages.
"Let’s help it!"
Bruru intended to assist this Insect Mother Ultimate Form.
For long, the Trickster’s Clan joined the struggles between the Ironblood Galaxy and the Mother Nest as a third party, with no demand, no purpose, only joining the civilization war under the so-called guidance of the Mystical Weaving Machine, actively joining to achieve a delicate balance.
This act, viewed by sorcerers like Green, was an unbelievable miracle in the Endless World that the Trickster civilization could survive and continue to grow stronger!
Is it really the guys outside the box, using destiny to make them live so well?
Is this the reversed blessing of the Page of Destiny curse?
This Insect Mother Ultimate Form, upon seeing the Trickster, clearly very aware of the Trickster’s behavior, flew towards Bruru with immense joy.
Beside Bruru, in the shadow, Green beneath the Face of Truth revealed a sinister, cold smile.
