Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 873 The Dark Underbelly (1)

The air in the dark dimension was thick with dark energy; every breath felt like swallowing tiny needles, pricking the throat painfully. The fused entity stood at the exit of the dimensional portal, gazing at the gray world before it. The image of Canglan, who had vanished, lingered in its mind, and the grief in its heart transformed into a resolute fighting spirit.

"Canglan bought us time with his life, we cannot let him sacrifice in vain." The Lord of the Starry Sky said in a deep voice, raising his hand to mobilize the power of the Starry Sky, constructing a silver energy barrier around himself to isolate the surrounding dark energy. "According to the ancient map, the Dark Palace is located in the deepest part of the Dark Dimension, with three dark defense lines along the way, each guarded by a powerful dark general."

The Lord of Spiritual Essence closed his eyes, cautiously spreading his spiritual energy, but it was blasted back by a violent surge of dark energy after only a thousand meters. He opened his eyes, his expression grave: "The dark energy here is highly corrosive, and my spiritual energy cannot detect it from a distance. Moreover, there are a large number of dark creatures gathered not far ahead, which should be patrols of the first line of defense."

The Creator gripped the runic sword, the power of creation flowing through its blade, emitting a faint golden light: "There's no time to lose. Let's take the initiative and break through the defenses as quickly as possible. I'll lead the way, the Lord of Spiritual Essence will be in charge of scouting for traps, and the Lord of the Stars will protect the Fusion Lord. Let's finish this quickly."

The fused entity nodded, mobilizing its six-colored power to form a protective shield around itself: "My six-colored power can purify some of the dark energy. I will provide timely support if there is any danger. Everyone must be careful and not let the dark energy corrupt your consciousness."

Without further hesitation, the group marched towards the Dark Palace. They had barely walked a hundred meters when countless black figures surged forth from the gray expanse ahead—the Dark Patrolmen. These patrolmen were of various forms: some were dark knights wielding bone blades, some were dark vengeful spirits floating in the air, and others were enormous dark beasts; their dense ranks completely blocked their path.

"Kill!" The Creator roared, and the runic sword, glowing with golden light, swept out, instantly slaying several Dark Knights. The knights' corpses fell, dissipating into wisps of dark energy, but the surrounding dark energy only became more violent as a result.

The Lord of the Stars unleashed a barrage of silver blades, slicing through the approaching dark vengeful spirits: "These creatures amplify the surrounding dark energy upon death. We cannot afford to delay; we must rush past them quickly!"

The Lord of Spiritual Essence mobilized his spiritual energy, transforming it into countless green vines that entangled the dark behemoth ahead, clearing a path for everyone: "Quick! Follow the vines!"

The fusion entity followed closely behind, its six-colored power spreading continuously, purifying the surrounding dark energy and clearing obstacles for everyone. However, the number of dark patrolmen was simply too great. Just as one group was killed, more patrolmen poured in from all directions, and as the battle continued, the strength of these patrolmen seemed to be constantly increasing.

"This can't go on!" The Lord of the Stars was slashed on the arm by a Dark Knight's bone blade. The wound was instantly corroded by dark energy, emitting black smoke. "These creatures can absorb the surrounding dark energy to strengthen themselves!"

The fused entity immediately mobilized its six-colored power, surging towards the Star Lord's wound to purify the dark energy on it: "I'll cover you, you guys break through as quickly as possible!"

She unleashed all six colors of power, forming a massive six-colored light shield that kept all the patrolling soldiers outside. The runes on the shield continuously circulated, purifying the dark energy that came into contact with it, emitting a hissing sound.

The Creator and the Lord of Spiritual Essence seized the opportunity and charged deep into the defensive line. The Creator's runic sword flashed like golden lightning, relentlessly slaying the patrolling soldiers blocking their path; the Lord of Spiritual Essence's spiritual energy precisely detected traps, avoiding several deadly dark magic arrays in advance.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, the group finally broke through the first line of defense. The dark patrolmen behind them were firmly trapped by the six-colored light shield and unable to pursue. The fused entity withdrew its power, its face slightly pale: "The first line of defense is already this troublesome, the lines behind will only be more difficult to deal with. Let's rest for a while and recover our strength."

The group found a relatively safe abandoned building and took temporary shelter. The Lord of the Stars bandaged his wounds and looked at the gray sky outside: "The energy of the Dark Dimension is too strange. It can not only erode our bodies, but also interfere with our senses. If we continue to advance passively like this, we may very well be surrounded."

The Lord of Spiritual Essence took out an ancient rune from his robes and infused it with spiritual energy: "This is a concealment rune left behind by the ancient creator. It can temporarily shield our energy aura, preventing the dark creatures from detecting us. However, the rune's power can only last for three hours. We must break through the remaining two lines of defense within this time."

After a short rest, the group activated the concealment runes and continued their advance towards the Dark Palace. With the runes providing cover, the dark creatures along the way remained unaware of their presence, and they successfully reached the second line of defense: the Dark Fortress.

The fortress, constructed of black rock, stands ten thousand meters tall, its walls covered in eerie dark runes that exude a strong corrosive aura. At the fortress entrance, two dark generals, each tens of meters tall, stand guard. Their dark energy is several times stronger than that of the previous patrolmen; they are the commanders of the second line of defense—the Dark Berserker and the Dark Strategist.

“The power of the concealment runes is useless against generals of this caliber,” the Lord of Spiritual Essence said in a low voice. “They can sense anomalies in their surroundings through the flow of dark energy. We have no choice but to force our way through the fortress gates.”

The Creator observed the fortress's structure: "The fortress gate is the weakest point in the entire defense line. As long as we destroy the gate, we can quickly rush through. The Lord of the Stars and I will be responsible for drawing the attention of the two generals, while the Amalgamator takes the opportunity to destroy the gate."

The merged entity nodded, quietly circling to the side of the fortress, preparing to strike at the opportune moment. The Creator and the Lord of the Stars, on the other hand, broke their stealth and charged towards the two dark generals.

"Intruders!" the Dark General roared, swinging his massive black warhammer at the Creator. The warhammer, carrying violent dark energy, created tiny cracks in space wherever it passed.

The Creator parried with his sword, the runic sword clashing with the warhammer with a deafening roar. He was jolted back, his arm numb, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The Dark Sage then channeled dark energy, transforming it into countless black arrows of light that shot towards the Lord of the Stars. These arrows possessed a strong corrosive quality; once struck, they would rapidly erode the body.