Changing direction
Rotting Flesh erupted from the earth one after another, the thickest of which blotted out the sky and was beyond description. The pillars of rotting Flesh continued to writhe and expand, their surfaces covered with half-bones and undigested rotting Flesh and blood. They rose into the sky in the face of the pouring text.
Each collision of decaying Flesh and blood with words felt incredibly dull, almost inaudible, yet the Wasteland beneath our feet gave the most direct sensation, trembling constantly.
The moment the words landed on the decaying Flesh, the towering Flesh was as fragile as paper, peeled away and ground down layer by layer. The Flesh was crushed into fine, dark red powder, but before the powder could even hit the ground, it was devoured again by the fresh Flesh surging up from below.
Then more Flesh surged out, the enormous Flesh Pillar shaking and expanding in an attempt to drive out the colored words.
However, the colorful characters that collided with a deafening crash did not disappear; they paused briefly in mid-air before dissipating.
Then more words fell from the sky, crashing down on the huge, decaying Flesh below. In the back and forth, countless tiny specks of light appeared in the sky, some colorful and some dark red, fluttering and scattering in mid-air before finally dissipating into the Gray Mist.
The aftershocks caused by the two events spread outwards in concentric circles. Wherever the aftershocks swept, the dark red ground would be churned up with fleshy waves several meters high. Giant bones half-buried in Flesh and blood would be overturned, only to be swept up by the next wave of Flesh and sink back into the depths of the earth.
The Gray Mist further away was pushed away by that force, but stubbornly spread back, refusing to dissipate, yet impossible to get close to.
The entire Wasteland was tinged with two colors. Where the words illuminated the landscape, even the textures of decaying Flesh took on a dreamlike glow. The white bones scattered on the ground were reflected in a kaleidoscope of colors. And where the light did not reach, the dark red earth still breathed and undulated.
It seemed to contain an endless supply of decaying Flesh.
Hundreds of meters away, Brunkel stood with the Blue Knight on his back, wisps of colorful characters swirling around them, enveloping the Blue Knight's flickering body. Further away, the massive skeleton of the Seventh Seat stood silently, the light blue patterns on its surface shimmering with a different hue under the colorful light overhead.
Lu Yuan hovered in mid-air, looking at the stagnant sky before him, his brows furrowing little by little.
Each time the seawater of the Sea of Knowledge collides with the tissues made of decaying Flesh, the impact will provide feedback through the Authority, and this feedback will cause Lu Yuan's left eye to feel a faint swelling pain.
The sea of Sea of Knowledge poured forth endlessly, but the enormous pillars made of Flesh also surged forth endlessly from the depths of the earth. As the seawater consumed it, the earth replenished it just as much. For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand over the other.
Lu Yuan quickly realized the problem: the Sea of Knowledge had spread to the Land of the Dead Silence was only a branch of the Sea of Knowledge, and was not enough to completely destroy this Taboo.
This was something he should have foreseen long ago, after the battle at Bronze City. The seawater of the Sea of Knowledge was not particularly deadly to the Taboo.
Moreover, this land seems to be integrated with the body of this Holy Sovereign. From the moment they stepped into this world, they seem to have been standing on His Flesh. Judging from the water squeezed out from the current gap in the Sea of Knowledge, it does not pose a particularly great threat to Him.
If this continues, it's hard to say who will give out first, especially since the figure is becoming clearer and clearer.
Lu Yuan's gaze slowly shifted from the giant pillars to what was below.
The figure whose outline could not be remembered stood in the distance. Lu Yuan's gaze fell upon it, but he still could not describe anything. However, he no longer intended to continue observing the so-called Holy Sovereign's specific appearance, because Lu Yuan was looking at the Holy Sovereign's feet.
The three Heretic Grand Leader were now kneeling at the feet of the phantom.
The Leader was held high, and the Human Form mess beneath it lay prostrate on the ground, becoming one with the earth. The mass of bright red Flesh on his chest throbbed rhythmically, and with each throb, a ring of crimson light rippled outwards, flowing along the ground to the indescribable figure in the distance.
The High Singer and the Bone Controller knelt on either side of the Leader. The High Singer's face, which had been crushed countless times by Oden, was now filled with fanaticism. All the fear he had felt earlier had been dispelled by the impending Holy Sovereign of the Holy Sovereign. The scattered bones around the Bone Controller also quieted down, and he now obediently lay at the feet of the Emperor's phantom.
The three hymns rose and fell, intertwining, and the Flesh beneath them faintly connected to form some kind of pattern, creating something akin to Formation.
Lu Yuan could see it very clearly. With each verse chanted by the three, something would be separated from their bodies and flow into the pulsating mass of Flesh. Perhaps it was nourishment, perhaps it was faith, or perhaps it was something else. Lu Yuan couldn't name it, but with each bite of Flesh that the figure in the distance solidified a little more.
The reason this Holy Sovereign awoke was entirely due to the summoning of His servants, and it was thanks to the lump of Flesh on the Leader's chest, the lump of Flesh connected to the Taboo body.
Lu Yuan's eyes gradually narrowed.
Theoretically speaking, as long as the connection between this mass of Flesh and blood and the Leader is severed, or rather, it is simply removed from this world, the Holy Sovereign can be sent back.
If that's the case, and I can't deal with that Taboo Entity, surely I can deal with you?
With this thought in mind, Lu Yuan no longer hesitated. He was no longer going to control the Sea of Knowledge to directly collide with that Taboo. He wanted to nip the signs of that Taboo's awakening in the bud.
Then, the Authority deep within Lu Yuan's left eye trembled violently.
The next moment, the colorful Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky suddenly split in two in mid-air. One of the streams continued to crash down on the giant pillars of Flesh, desperately slowing down the figure's awakening. The other stream, however, changed direction in mid-air and poured down on the three kneeling and chanting leaders below.