bayedsolid Chapter 473 Ice Abyss Blood Pact
Chapter 473 Ice Abyss Blood Pact
A bone-chilling cold, like countless tiny ice needles, coursed wildly through the guardian's leg marrow. He knelt on one knee, listening to the faint "crack" as the ice froze to his knees, as if the footsteps of death were approaching. Before him, the figures of the awakened girls were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing in the pale blue starlight. Dark purple light condensed at their fingertips into sharp blades of light, emitting a low "hum" as they sliced through the air, a sound like the hiss of a venomous snake, sending chills down his spine.
In the nick of time, the Guardian swung the Star Chaos Sword. The instant the blade struck the ice, a torrent of silver-black and crimson power erupted forth. The ice shattered under this force, spiderweb-like cracks spreading rapidly from the blade, scattering ice shards that traced crystalline arcs in the air. However, before he could even catch his breath, the girl closest to him closed in like lightning, letting out a piercing shriek: "The Observer's bloodline must end!" The light blade in her hand pierced the Guardian's throat, a flash of cold light that seemed poised to instantly snatch his life.
Just as the blade of light was about to strike his throat, a golden harp string shot out like a serpent, precisely blocking the fatal blow. The mysterious woman had appeared beside him unnoticed; the runes flowing across the harp's surface resonated with the mark on the guardian's palm, bursting forth with dazzling light. This light acted as a solid barrier, forcing all the girls back several steps. Within the light, the girls let out angry roars, their voices sharp and mournful, like the lament of an owl.
“These containers have been implanted with the ‘Star-Killing Curse.’” The mysterious woman’s voice was urgent and tense, her harp strings vibrating, each one taut as if about to snap. Deep worry filled her eyes. “Only by finding the First Observer’s ‘Weaving Shuttle of Fate’ can we break their control!” However, before she could finish speaking, the heart on the black altar suddenly exploded with a deafening roar.
The instant the heart exploded, it transformed into a rain of blood. Each drop of blood that touched the ground sprouted black vines. These vines writhed wildly, their surfaces covered in eerie protrusions, and from the buds blooming at their tips emerged phantoms identical to the gatekeepers. These phantoms, their eyes flashing with malevolent red light, gripped chains of runes that emanated a ghostly glow, emitting sinister laughs as they swarmed towards the guardians.
The guardian endured the excruciating pain of his power being drained, feeling as if an invisible hand were gripping his internal organs. He gritted his teeth and aimed the star chart at the approaching phantom. Suddenly, the compass-like star chart emitted a piercing buzz, its pointer spinning wildly and blazing brightly. Finally, the pointer pointed to a floating iceberg deep within the star field. The iceberg was an eerie purplish-black color, its surface shimmering with mysterious runes, and its interior sealed with countless glowing chains. At the core of the iceberg, a silver shuttle inlaid with seven stars could be vaguely seen—the legendary Shuttle of Destiny.
"I'll buy time!" The old man had somehow risen again, his body swaying precariously, blood still dripping from his lips, his face ashen. The shattered scepter emitted its last rays of light, forming a transparent protective shield around the group. The illusory guardians frantically rammed against the shield, the runic chains colliding with it with deafening crashes. Each impact sent ripples across the shield's surface, as if it might shatter at any moment.
The mysterious woman plucked the strings with swift speed, unleashing a torrent of golden sound waves that formed a cage, trapping some of the phantoms. However, more phantoms surged forth from the rain of blood, like bloodthirsty demons, relentlessly attacking the protective shield. The guardian gripped the Star Chaos Sword and raced towards the iceberg. With each step, the mark on his palm burned more intensely, as if a raging fire were burning within it, a stark reminder of the urgency of the situation.
When the guardian finally reached the iceberg, he found that the sealing runes flowing across the ice's surface perfectly matched the patterns on his armor. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pressed his palm onto the ice. A silver-black light rapidly spread along the runes, and the iceberg began to tremble violently. The chains within roared in defiance, as if resisting being unsealed. The seal gradually loosened, and the brilliant light of the shuttle of fate shone through the cracks.
Just as the shuttle of fate was about to reveal its full form, a dark purple lightning bolt struck like a dragon, moving with incredible speed and catching everyone off guard. The guardian, unable to dodge in time, was struck by the lightning and sent flying several meters before crashing heavily onto the ice. The Chaos Infant (now fully transformed into its gatekeeper form), wielding the Staff of Fate Threads, hovered atop the iceberg, a cruel smile playing on its lips, its eyes filled with mockery and disdain: "You think you can easily break my plan? These containers were created to devour the bloodline of observers!" He waved his staff, and all the awakened girls simultaneously let out piercing screams. Their bodies began to swell, their bones cracking, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into enormous monsters, each radiating a terrifying aura capable of destroying galaxies.
Seeing this, the mysterious woman suddenly tore open her sleeve, revealing a mark on her arm similar to that of the first Observer, the mark shimmering faintly. "Let me lend you a hand!" she cried, bringing her harp to the Guardian's sword. The instant the two powers merged, the entire star field trembled violently, space began to distort, and even the stars seemed to tremble. The Shuttle of Destiny finally broke free of its seal, transforming into a stream of light that flew into the Guardian's hand.
However, the moment he grasped the shuttle, countless memories flooded the Guardian's mind. He saw the mysterious woman's past; she was actually the sister of the first Observer. To protect the balance of the universe, she lived in anonymity, silently watching everything from the shadows, enduring loneliness and pain alone. "Quickly, use the shuttle to re-weave the threads of fate!" the first Observer's sister shouted, but her voice was quickly drowned out by the roars of the monsters.
The guardian trembled as he raised the shuttle, only to discover in horror that all the threads of fate had been dyed a dark purple, inextricably linked to the power of the Chaos Infant. He tried to weave new threads, but the moment he touched them, they writhe like venomous snakes. Suddenly, the Chaos Infant launched an attack, the threads of fate transforming into thousands of sharp blades that whistled as they pierced his heart.
At the critical moment, all the runes on the Guardian's armor suddenly lit up, their light blazing brightly. The phantom of the remnant soul of the First Observer appeared, his face blurred yet filled with majesty: "With my bloodline, reactivate the Guardian Barrier!" The phantom infused power into the shuttle, which instantly erupted with dazzling light, like a blazing sun illuminating the entire star field. But just when the Guardians thought the situation was about to turn around, the Chaos Infant suddenly plunged its scepter into the iceberg.
The entire star field began to collapse rapidly, space groaning under its strain. Stars fell one after another, streaking across the sky like meteors. The First Observer's sister's face changed drastically, her eyes filled with terror: "No! He's going to turn this place into the new core of chaos!" The Guardian's consciousness began to blur, his power constantly draining away. Before losing consciousness, he saw the First Observer's sister smash the harp against the Weaver of Fate. The shockwave from the collision of the two artifacts swept in like a hurricane, pushing him towards a spacetime rift.
Within the spatial rift, light and shadow flickered, countless scenes flashing before his eyes. On the other side of the rift, countless beings bearing the same mark as his palm were awakening, their eyes filled with both confusion and anticipation. The Chaos Infant's maniacal laughter echoed in his ears: "The game has only just begun..." When the Guardian opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar starry sky. The stars here were arranged into enormous runes, radiating a mysterious aura, and at the center of the runes floated a crystal sphere emitting an eerie red light, sealing within it a familiar face—the Fusion. Her face was serene, yet her eyes seemed to hold endless secrets, as if waiting for the Guardian to uncover them.