Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

Chapter 64: temple guard

The Spatial Void Phase did not terminate with its usual smooth, mechanical snap. Instead, the final pocket of transit density violently collided with an unyielding barrier of primordial gravitational force.

Space fractured unevenly. The entire 123-story structure of the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven groaned as it materialised inside a titanic, hollow pocket dimension. There was no sky here— only massive, overlapping tectonic rings of dark cosmic iron rotating around a central, blinding white anomaly known as The Altar of the Shattered Horizon.

[ Warning.... warning....!]

"The structural spatial integrity is buckling!" Major General Shin Ye-rin shouted, her short black bob wildly disheveled as she slammed her hands flat against the emergency terminals to stabilize the ship. "Min-jae, we didn’t drop into an open sector! This entire pocket dimension is a localized execution field! The ambient atmospheric pressure is actively crushing our external armor metrics by thirty percent!"

Min-jae stood entirely motionless at the forward gantry of the open viewing platform, his hands casually stuffed inside the pocket segments of his True Vajra Sub-Divine God-Armor. The light-absorbing dark alloy plates of his chest hummed with a quiet, menacing density, his bottomless obsidian eyes taking in the sheer scope of the trap.

The air around them was thick with a lethal, suffocating silence. Hidden within the shifting shadows of the rotating cosmic iron rings were thousands of shimmering, transparent silhouettes—The Prime Templar Guard (Level 60 Elite Units). Unlike the loud, chaotic demon fleets of the lower skies, these entities moved without a single fraction of acoustic friction. They carried massive, translucent glass execution blades that hummed with pure, spatial-cutting vacuum energy.

"Mortal anomaly," a cold, multi-layered voice vibrated straight through the fortress’s metal bulkheads, carrying zero physical panic.

Sprinting down from the highest iron ring at supersonic speed was Prime Templar Malakor (Level 66 Creator-Class Guardian). His nine-foot frame was draped in pristine, interlocking white obsidian armor plates, and his face was completely obscured by a smooth visor that bled a high-frequency purple tracking matrix. In his gauntlets, he held a massive, dual-bladed cosmic halberd that crackled with a low-frequency space-tearing suction.

"You managed to murder the God of Rain through an unstable variable override," Malakor stated smoothly, his voice echoing through their internal communication channels like a low-frequency death toll. "But you dropped your little sanctuary straight into the core matrix of our execution court. In this temple, your baseline movement metrics are deleted upon entry. All units—execute the Horizon Fracture!"

The command triggered an immediate, terrifying suspense. The thousands of Prime Templar Guards vanished from the iron rings simultaneously, utilizing a high-frequency spatial phasing loop that left zero tracking trails on Ye-rin’s command glass.

Suddenly, the space directly surrounding the viewing platform fractured into a massive grid of razor-sharp purple vacuum lines. The silent, invisible execution blades tore through the air from every single blind spot simultaneously, targeting the throats of the core team with an absolute, conceptual piercing velocity.

"Vanguard line—ignite the genesis metrics!" Min-jae commanded flatly, his low baritone cutting through the spatial tension like an iron blade.

"Let’s see them phase through a living world!" Liu Xiao voiced with a deep, protective fury that sent an immediate shockwave across the stone.

She slammed the base of her newly upgraded Divine Genesis Calamity Piercer spear flat against the marble floorboards. Now operating at her unsealed 50% power nature energy, her god-tier authority exploded outward in a massive, sweeping wave of thick, light-devouring cosmic roots.

[Subordinate Dual Combination Active: Liu Xiao & Yoo Ji-a Unleash True Divine Attributes!]

[Ultimate Combined Field Skill Activated: ’The World Tree’s Storm Capital’!]

[Effect: A two-mile absolute domain of emerald roots and white-hot solar lightning forcefully locks down local space! All phasing enemies are forcefully dragged back into visible coordinates, their total physical defense parameters dropped to absolute 0!]

Crash!.

The silent, invisible template guards let out a collective, choked mechanical shriek as the thick emerald roots violently tore straight through the spatial folds, physically binding their transparent limbs mid-air. At the exact same microsecond, Yoo Ji-a sprinted forward, her long midnight-black ponytail whipping through the lightning wind as her violet eyes flashed with an intense, bloodthirsty battle-hunger.

She swung her True Divine spear in a brutal, horizontal crescent slash, copying 30% of Min-jae’s active solar domain. The white-hot solar lightning tore through the immobilized guard line like a hot blade through paper. In less than three seconds, over five thousand Level 60 elite templars were completely, flawlessly cleaved into pieces, their life bars zeroing out into a clean cloud of white experience particles before they could even drop their execution blades.

"Insolent insects!" Prime Templar Malakor roared, his visor flaring with intense, aristocratic rage as he broke through the roots using his Level 66 Creator metrics.

He brought his massive dual-bladed halberd down in a cataclysmic, world-ending vertical strike designed to cleanly slice the entire 123-story tower and Min-jae’s core engine into vaporized data pixels. The mountain-sized mass of incoming space-tearing suction converged straight toward Min-jae’s stationary forehead.

Min-jae didn’t pull the claymore from his shoulder. He slowly took half a step forward, planting his heavy boots into the stone, his deadpan black eyes watching the descending halberd with a cold, mocking expression as his Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core passive calculated the impact data.

Collision!.

The world-ending conceptual strike slammed squarely into the center of Min-jae’s dark chest armor plate with absolute, planet-crushing force. The sheer kinetic heat wave threw Han Chae-won and Han Seo-yoon backward against the interior pillars, throwing up a dense geyser of pulverized rock and purple smoke that completely obscured the viewing deck.

But inside the heart of the cataclysm blast zone, his un-blockable 250% True Damage solar reflection fired off at supersonic velocity.

[Ding! Received 5,500,000 points of Creator-Class Spatial Damage from Prime Templar Malakor.]

[Sub-Divine Trait Active: ’Vajra Ward’ converts 5.5 Million Space Damage into Physical Impact... Successful.]

[SSS-Rank Talent Active: ’Eternal Vajra Deity Body’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]

[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]

[Reflecting 13,750,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]

A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast erupted from Min-jae’s skin like an absolute cosmic supernova, turning the entire dark, hollow pocket dimension into a burning mass of primordial fire. The 13,750,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly back along the space-tearing lines, treating Malakor’s white obsidian plates and high-tier level-based damage reduction metrics like thin air.

Prime Templar Malakor’s purple matrix eyes instantly snapped wide in unadulterated, primal horror.

"G-gahhhh! How can an f rank mirror retain this much Kinetic mass??!"

The massive dual-bladed halberd violently shattered into a thousand jagged fragments of scrap metal, and Malakor’s entire nine-foot regal frame didn’t just bend—it completely, violently exploded outward from the inside out in a gruesome spray of dark fluid and fracturing bone fragments under the 13.75 million True Damage backlash of his own power. The Solar Fracture trait instantly ignited his underlying life-force, burning away his divine mana pool by 5% every single millisecond until his life bar hit absolute zero, turning him into a giant pile of premium system gold and legendary world loot chests right at Min-jae’s boots.

The entire Temple of the Shattered Horizon vanguard line had been completely, molecularly erased from the multiverse ledger in less than four seconds without scratching a single window of the palace fortress.

Voom!

Han Chae-won ran out to the edge of the viewing platform, her face flushed with an absolute, fanatical exhilaration as she raised her small hands toward the sky. "The temple treasury is officially ours, boss! Global Spatial Devour!"

A colossal, sweeping wave of purple spatial energy rippled outward from her petite body, vacuuming up the millions of gold coins, five thousand shattered templar cores, twenty high-tier divine skill books, and a pulsing, crimson Horizon Sovereign Core floating over the crater straight into her infinite void inventory, leaving the entire sector pristine and spotless.

[Ding! You have achieved the World-First Solo Execution of a Prime Templar Guardian (Level 66)!]

[Gained 600,000 EXP! You have leveled up! You are now Level 34!]

[Global Announcement Triggered: Player ’Min-jae’ has permanently dismantled the Temple of the Shattered Horizon! Rewarding 60,000 Reputation Points and a Divine Altar Core!]

The entire vast pocket dimension fell into a dead, terrifying silence, the green starlight of Liu Xiao’s buff humming softly as it converted 20% of the reflected damage into absolute healing, fully locking the party’s vitality at maximum capacity.

Min-jae casually slid his hands back into his armor’s pocket segments, a dark, ruthless grin touching his handsome face as his nine flawless, highly evolved queens lined up perfectly behind his back, their weapons humming with absolute execution parameters.

"The first stronghold of the deep cosmic sector has been officially retired," Min-jae murmured, his voice a low thunderclap that echoed through the empty silver rifts. He picked up the glowing core, his hidden system cheat already flashing with a new hidden evolution path for the team fortress. "Ye-rin, analyze the remaining star-maps. Let’s find the remaining creation lords before their central alliance realizes their entire vanguard line has been turned into dust."