Chapter 218: Struggling Civilization

The Rogue Citadel acted faster than MF thought, a thousand circuit formations were ascending in a ray, plunging into the sky and were scattered in a dome shape rather erratically with dancing circles and glowing clockworks spreading particles.

"Ah, trying to run away I see."

MF hadn't got any chances on further experimenting on her divinity in this manner. To test the water, she accumulated a good amount of Faith of Death in her brandished palm and did the same method of extraction like how she did with her Nerull's Bane aura to get its essence, using it as a catalyst before infusing the rest of the divinity into the sharp black spear that manifested from the pitch black of the concept of death.

She then brewed a perfect chemical of explosive substances from the dark seed of creation and imbued the spear into the explosive cocktail, consuming it and regaining its spear form again.

Not satisfied yet, she then added a pinch of her overall divinity mixture of all of her divine portfolio. To complete the abomination, she then added a huge amount of 'void' and a life was sprung into abhorrence, only for it to die soon and bring along anyone with it.

As the Dark Angel was creating her own cocktail of destruction, the numerous higher up within the Rogue Citadel of Bearing Edge were boosting its assimilation of their circuit formations instead of preparing for combat.

Many mana crystals were sacrificed and even the life of their own were used to enhance the grand spell that they tried to incantate upon pillars of monoliths that were spread across the Rogue Citadels like an intersection of veins.

Because the moment that they heard the report that all of their Outsposts were destroyed, there wasn't a single reason for them to resist the second that they saw an anonymous abnormality with halo and eerie wings looking at them from the sky. There were some Soul Infusion Usurpers, but most of them had already left the Rogue Citadels while the ones who stayed were mostly those that came as officials of the civilization.

While the rest of its official were maximizing the allocation of resources to the grand formation, the rest of the lowly goons, members, workers, and slaves of the Bearing Edges were mostly consumed by chaos and then spreading the panic to one and another in return.

The killing intent emitted by the Dark Angel was enough to inflict madness and everything that a human could perceive in terror. Cyanotype might be a part of this mass mental catastrophe and was slowly seeping her influence to the roots of the dark civilization.

"Quick, yer lazy ass bozzos! Get onto the Storage-14 and bring more Anti-Terradite! Whoever failed to contain it within their throat will be immediately executed!"

The man in suit with a full helmet shaped like a cage was indiscriminately casting spells that accelerate the heartbeat and performance of his slaves. They began faster than cheetahs as they blindly sprinted like a hellhound loose, dealing damages to the path they skipped. Even if they wanted to disobey, the slave marks on their skin was preventing theyr psyche to revolt.

They were immediately entering a huge vault near the skirt of the first spreading castle-like building on the west, sealed with numerous formations to contain the dangerous radiation that came from the stored substances.

When they were deep within the vault, they took a palm-sized vial containing a glowing green liquid and shoved it down to their throat. The new vessel of the substances called the Anti-Terradite immediately sprints back to their master.

The radiation they carried began to rot and eat their flesh from the inside. The moment they arrived at the designated location that their master ordered, each of them lunged into a huge hole where the power of the Anti-Terradite could be processed to enhance the assimilation power of the monoliths that were scattered within the veins of the Citadel.

"What a waste of slaves, if only that those dirt-ass Librarians didn't submit their stupid patent to the Eyes, there won't be any stupid regulations that needing us to sacrefice those rats just to preserve a better quality of the green magic jizz."

The man with the cage helmet grunted. He then glanced toward the sky where the scary revelation from heaven was mending its roulette on which the ball would land, brewing the method of destruction.

One of the panicking lowly goons finally succumbed into madness, he then began to plunge its weapon upon the man in the suit.

"Lowly rats! Can all of you just go ditch yourself and die!? Why make it harder to anyone within your eyesight, huh!? Shithead!?"

A fire began to spark within the shadow inside the cage helmet as he took a great sword out from his pocket storage. He then immediately slashed the mad goon into two and kicked them off into the processor of the Anti-Terradite.

"Go annoy those with the same wavelength of bullshit like yourself in hell. Maybe add a couple of mustard or junk food to the plate before making the people around you hate you so much.

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"Life is meaningless and we're all gonna die anyway."

As the death bringer on the sky was focusing on her fun experiment, the Acolytes that were in charge of performing the grand formation with the monoliths succumbed to the madness one by one. The supervisor immediately killed them and replaced them with the new one.

The reason why the Rogue Citadels within the Tavaroth Continent were so much harder to locate and determine was not only because of their elaborate layers of concealment within plain sight. Just like the Citadels within the Association, those Rogue Citadels were imbued with the progress of their personal civilization.

Because of their focus to be as scheming while wearing the sheep clothing in the field of sheeps, the Bearing Edge had acquired the technology and knowledge to perform a massive teleportation that required a lot of resources to use.

Because a vault of high rank mana crystals wasn't enough, they managed to acquire a way to contain a dangerously destructive yet insane energy source.

The Anti-Terradite was one of them, and as of now, Cyanotype had put her interest on one as she lurked beneath the shadow. Because her eyes were all around the great civilization of the Bearing Edge, she managed to take a glimpse of the remains and their laboratory where they created the Anti-Terradite for their convenience.

"Those Anti-Terradites, they were fused with the anguished essence of emotion, later to be infused back to the original owner that was turned into a type of Calamity specifically to be melted in radioactive liquid.

"This technology is really, really, interesting. Utilizing the expendable mortals as primary resources, together with the destructive knowledge of converting them into Calamity. Sadly, they aren't far deep into it yet, if only their civilization isn't destroyed this early.

"What a dramatic curtain call." A huge grin of pleasure arched on Cyanotype's face.

Ten minutes had passed since the falling madness, the Bearing Edge was almost finished on perfecting their grand spell.

"Yes! We finally did it!" One of the Acolytes shedded his tears of happiness. "We survived!"

Hope and joy began to spread amongst the crowd and its underground dwellers.

That was, until a tall dark red feminine figure glowed in gradient blue appeared right above them, spreading her tentacles and mangled the monoliths together with the crafted circuit formation.

The Boogeys appeared at every monolith, crushing them all unhesitatingly. Not only because they were a creature of metaphysical manifestation, hidden within reality, they could also tamper with the assimilated giant formation because they were also infused with a specific material that was semi-metaphysical.

Just like an elaborate play of art, like a dice rolled on six, like dominoes falling to their bigger counterpart again and again—the whole clockwork of assimilation in the sky was falling and dissipating one by one until there was nothing left.

To those who glimpsed the existence of the Boogeys, they were inflicted with a severe insanity, a madness from acknowledging the sight of the fragments from the King in Yellow.

Meanwhile on the sky, MF had created something that she never thought would happen this soon. Because of her obsession for innovation, she kept adding and changing the object of her creation's purpose until there was nothing left to add. A former weapon that was meant to seek and impale those who bear anonymity towards its master had evolved into an entirely sentient living existence.

"Beautiful~"

An ominous existence wrapped in black vapor had graced the sky with its giant wings. The form looked similarly like a corrupted harpy with only the head being a big pocket watch that kept ticking and ticking its red needle 6 hours away from turning into midnight.

Its legs were composed of claws longer than a great sword. The entity began to absorb any kind of 'void' that wasn't already within its masters in the surrounding one kilometers. Not to mention, because it was also the result of its master's creation, their existence could strike fear to those who saw it and it would automatically harvest the faith of death streamlines in huge bulk.. In other words, that abomination was a temporary champion of the Ouroboros.

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