Chapter 212 Chapter 212: The Suffering We Endure Is Eternal
Chapter 212: The Suffering We Endure Is Eternal
Whoosh! Whoosh!
One, two... those tentacles rooted in the sea of consciousness were severed one by one.
The eye shifted, gazing at those "mosquitoes" with wingspans barely exceeding a meter. The speed at which they intercepted the tentacles simply couldn't match the Dimensional Annihilation Shadow.
Purple lightning traced sharp trajectories; with every flash, a tentacle was inevitably severed.
Watching helplessly, the connection with Skadi grew increasingly faint.
The moment that connection was completely severed, Ishar-mla, already at a disadvantage in the clash, would become utterly rootless driftwood.
Several more dragon-like Seaborn broke through the sea's surface. In a spiritual-level confrontation, as one of the "Primordial Ones," It should not fear any creature.
But—
A massive claw pressed the "eye" torn into two halves into the sea, while two other invincible claws seized those dragon-like Seaborn. Their shells cracked open a fissure, and they were casually tossed into the opening that resembled a purple furnace.
Whether it's one earthworm or two earthworms makes no essential difference to the Beast Manifested in This World.
Honkai energy overflowing beyond specification instantly crushed them into fragments.
After "digesting" the dragon-like Seaborn, that furnace-like maw did not close but slowly aimed at Ishar-mla.
It could sense that within the brewing, hazy purple radiance emanated an intensely aggressive, lethal aura!
"Endure it."
Kevin reminded Skadi, who was already completely crouched on the ground, her mind somewhat addled by the pain in her head.
"Endure? Endure what..."
She was somewhat dazed, unable to immediately grasp the meaning behind Kevin's words.
He said no more. Countless golden chains, like heavenly pillars, shot forth—not to restrain Ishar-mla, but to fly to the edges of the sea of consciousness, solidifying this expanse of "heaven and earth."
Kevin certainly didn't want her to become a demented "fool" after being cured.
Boom!
The torrent that destroyed the Holocene erupted, like a wisp of fading twilight from the universe.
The molten flow transformed Skadi's sea of consciousness into a crimson domain of light!
Pierce! Shatter!
The death omen of the light pillar pierced through Ishar-mla's remnant form. The unique spiritual scorching heat twisted It, no longer maintaining that chant-like tone.
"Wuu——!!!"
"Ah——!!!"
The voices of Skadi and "Ishar-mla" converged into one.
——————
Whoosh!
A sudden "shockwave" forced everyone waiting outside the medical room to take a step back.
"What happened?"
Gladiia's beautiful eyes could no longer remain calm. From just moments ago, that inexplicable golden light, defying scientific explanation, had appeared on Skadi's body.
And now this shockwave.
This commotion didn't seem like treatment; it was more like Orca was fighting someone.
Yet she was indeed lying quietly on the bed.
"Mmm..."
Kevin lowered his right hand pressed against Skadi's forehead. The last trace of shadow dissipated from her eyes as she let out a soft moan.
"How is she?"
"She's fine now."
Receiving his reply, Kal'tsit nodded and put down the medical record. Since this man said so, there would certainly be no mishap.
"Your body?"
Kevin's figure appeared somewhat illusory, though his tone remained as calm and unfluctuating as ever. The keen Gladiia had already seen his fingertips were nearly transparent, as if they might dissipate at any moment.
"Rather than worrying about me, perhaps you should concern yourselves with another matter."
After all, what stood here was merely a materialized projection. The successive disturbances had nearly exhausted the Honkai energy of this avatar.
Expelling the aberrant lantern, unleashing the mimicry of Abyss Flower, and crushing the projection of the Primordial "Beast"—each consumed immense energy. If it were Yelena, who also possesses Stigmata, she would likely have been drained dry immediately upon starting.
"Another matter? But..."
Gladiia didn't understand, but Kevin's condition clearly seemed worse.
Bang!
"Something's happened! Teacher! Dr. Kal'tsit!"
The door was barged open by a reckless white rabbit, still carrying damp raindrops on her. Only then did everyone realize with a start.
Outside—it was raining!
Large raindrops, big as beans, struck the eaves, producing crisp sounds.
Boom——
Electric serpents split the sky, illuminating the oppressive dark clouds with their gloomy outlines—darkness spreading from the depths of the tides.
"The Seaborn! So many Seaborn! They've gone mad... Teacher, what's wrong with you?"
Yelena was the first to notice Kevin's somewhat illusory form and hurried over to grab his sleeve.
"You know this isn't the real me. Never mind, let's keep it brief..."
His mastery over "Taboo" ultimately couldn't match Aponia's. At the final moment before erasing Ishar-mla's consciousness, It finally connected to the Seaborn biological information network.
But by then, the situation could no longer be reversed through the biological network. So, in the end, It only transmitted one sentence through the Seaborn's vast information network.
The Seaborn have no language, so Its words—a sigh to the species—should be called an "Oracle."
"What words?"
"The suffering we endure is eternal."
Gladiia and Specter felt as if struck by lightning; their ears could no longer accept other sounds, leaving only this whisper behind.
——————
Boom!
It spoke.
"The suffering we endure is eternal."
The time had come. Along the Seaborn biological information network, the Oracle was transmitted to every creature possessing Seaborn cells.
From the most numerous Fearbeasts and Crawlers... to those "humans" of the Deep Sea Church who have consumed Seaborn cells.
All heard this call, this whisper—like mourning, like weeping.
The colossal being called to Its bloodline. The sea fell silent no more; Its children made the waves surge to the heavens.
The bloodline named "Struggle" within them was thoroughly awakened.
Their enemies were not just the "murderer" who slew their god, but all non-Seaborn creatures on the continent.
【The suffering we endure is eternal.】
Suffering never departs. There is only one solution in this world: let the Swarm become the sole race.
Strife is the cause of suffering. The Swarm with unified will shall become the true interpretation of the Oracle.
Iberia, Yan, Ursus...
Every nation whose borders touch the sea now faces the threat of the Seaborn.
Vast swathes of Seaborn come ashore. The nutrients accumulated in the ocean have allowed their population to grow to a degree that would make even Beasts take notice.
This is no longer just "family business" for Iberia and Aegir. Having lost their god and received this final Oracle, the Seaborn have become a worldwide catastrophe.
"Inquisitor squads, heed orders! Form combat formations in groups of five around High Inquisitors! Do not act independently! I repeat, do not..."
Carmen stood on the city wall. The shouts of the Inquisitors did not shake this old man's composure.
He raised his gaze, setting his sights farther away. Mountains and sky were already occupied by Seaborn, pressing toward Central City like dark clouds.
"(In Iberian) Land-bound nations also know hardship. Iberia shall become a reef in the sea..."
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