Chapter 1444 Dimensional Crack [3]

Chapter 1444 Dimensional Crack [3]

The beings that came out of the crack didn't bear any resemblance to the Nox, especially not the Higher Nox.

They shared the same pitch-black ink-like skin of the Lesser Nox, however, their forms were defined.

There were five types of creatures that rushed into the Heavenly World.

Some were large, some were small, but regardless of their appearances, Tiamat felt a connection to them all.

It was an extremely disconcerting feeling.

From the moment they arrived at the crack, she'd been on edge. It was the reason she asked Damien why he trusted that scientist.

She felt the need to voice something, anything, because if she stayed silent she'd be pulled into the crack.

She could feel that this was her origin.

The place beyond that crack was the place where the people who created her race were, the people who led to their tragic fates.

But that didn't have anything to do with Tiamat.

She was hardly a Nox. No, rather, she never once had anything in common with them.

She was never subjected to the same restrictions as them, and no matter what she did for them, they always regarded her in fear.

The Nox species had no right to associate with her.

But standing in front of the crack, she couldn't help but feel like she was one of them.

The undeniable urge to go beyond and find what lay on the other side was hard to resist, but Tiamat wasn't a weak character. When she set her mind on something, nothing could stop her from accomplishing it.

She'd given her life to Damien.

Right now, she had to trust in him rather than her instincts.

Besides, he wasn't a man who knew how to disappoint.

Her wishes would be fulfilled somehow, so until then, she just needed to focus on the tasks she was given.

The second the Foreign Races started pouring out from the crack, the battle started.

The experts who'd gathered in the vicinity all charged in, claiming areas around the tear in reality that they would guard.

This was a method used to make sure nobody would interfere in another's battles. The territories claimed by each Influence would only be handled by them.

And, of course, Void Palace had a spot in front of them all, just a few tens of feet away from the crack.

Dominic, Darius, and Tiamat led their squads to that spot and started fighting.

The fourth kind was Sentries. Sentries acted from range like archers, barraging the battlefield with attacks and precisely eliminating those who'd dropped their guards.

And finally, the Shadows, assassins with extreme speed and concealment ability.

Together, these five types defined the invading army of the Foreign Races.

They didn't really need to use anything else.

After all, each of the archetypes complimented the rest. When all five were used together, they hardly left any openings to be exploited.

Naturally, they could still be defeated with enough power, strategy, or numbers, but despite their low intelligence, they were able to fight back against much smarter foes toe to toe without a problem.

The problem was, they were artificially created like the Lesser Nox.

Damien couldn't see the process through their existences, likely because their memories were distorted by the differences in the laws of the two planes, but Damien could at least see the dark facilities in which they were made.

There was a reason the Divine Order was able to create homunculi.

The entire process had been given to them by the Foreign Races in return for their subordination.

Or, at least, that was Damien's assumption.

Regardless, the details of it all could be figured out when he entered the crack himself.

But before that, the invasive forces had to be defeated so his land wouldn't be corroded into theirs.

'I'll leave my squads to take care of things on their own. As for the rest...'

Damien glanced around.

There were a few impressive people, but for the most part, it was a lackluster show of power from these subsidiary influences.

Since Damien wanted to contain the spread of corrosion as much as possible, and these people would definitely hinder him from doing so if left alone...

'...I guess they wouldn't mind if I gave them a little help.'

Damien smiled and called on his power.

A change began to take place on the battlefield.

A subtle aura was exuded by his body, but nobody present could feel it.

But somewhere in the distance, a certain being's head turned in that direction.

"That is..."

A grin formed on their face.

"...Void."