Deep beneath Delta Island, outside the core control room, dangerous runes flickered on the heavy alloy door. Powerful energy pulsed along the walls like veins, emanating a nauseating, chaotic aura. This was the central hub of the island's energy system, and the core of the evil ritual.
Allen hovered in the passageway, the door in front of him seemingly an insurmountable barrier. But he simply stretched out a finger and gently touched the rune-covered door.
The Light of Creation, containing " Definition " and "order," emanated from his fingertips, like water droplets melting into a red-hot branding iron. The runes on the alloy door, which was strong enough to withstand an attack by Admiral, instantly dimmed and disintegrated. The heavy door seemed to have been accelerated by billions of years, quietly weathering and dissipating, revealing the brightly lit but blasphemous control room behind it.
Inside the control room, Buena Festa and Dr. Indigo turned around in horror. They saw Allen stroll in as if he were coming home, emanating an absolute field of tranquility that caused all instruments to malfunction and energy flows to become disordered.
"You... how could you..." Festa's face turned pale, and he staggered backward.
Dr. Indigo frantically operated the control panel: "Defense system destroyed! Energy flow forcibly suppressed! He... he's 'denying' the existence of the ritual!"
Allen's gaze swept past them, landing on the center of the control room. There, a massive altar, composed of countless twisted skeletons and dark red crystals, was spinning wildly. Massive amounts of energy—life essence, fighting spirit, fear, despair—were converging from all over the island, compressed, purified, and then injected into a constantly rotating, black hole-like spatial rift above the altar!
From the other side of the rift came a vast, chaotic will, filled with an eternal hunger and a destructive desire! That was what Festa called the " God of Carnival "—a Void monster from another dimension that feeds on the emotions and lives of intelligent beings!
"I see." Allen understood. "The so-called Expo was nothing more than a carefully laid trap to please, or even summon, Predator from beyond this dimension. You sacrificed the lives and revelry of the entire island to gain its power, or... to make it descend?"
"What do you know!" Festa roared, arms outstretched in a frenzied display. "This is the true 'carnival'! An ultimate experience Transcendence the mundane! To become one with the gods and attain eternity! You ants, to become sacrifices for the gods' descent is your glory!"
"Foolish." Allen's assessment was summed up in just two words. Without further ado, he raised his hand to destroy the altar and close the spatial rift.
"Don't even think about it!" Festa roared, slamming his hand on the altar! He used his own life as a catalyst, forcibly pouring more energy into the rift! "In my name, I welcome the arrival of my god—Nag Yurat!"
The altar shone brightly! The spatial rift suddenly expanded, and a gigantic tentacle made of pure chaotic energy, covered with countless twisted eyes and mouthparts, suddenly emerged from the rift, sweeping towards Allen with the power to annihilate all order! The aura it emitted alone caused the metal walls of the entire control room to begin to corrode and melt!
This is a direct attack from an extradimensional monster! Its power level has already Transcendence the conventional scope of the main world!
Allen's eyes narrowed slightly. The essence of this monster's power was "chaos" and "devouring," completely incompatible with the world of order. He held back no longer, unleashing the full Power of Zhulong!
"Disorder is prohibited here."
This thing should return to Void.
Words become law! The power of the law, containing the absolute will of "order" and "end," transformed into an invisible domain and collided violently with the enormous chaotic tentacles!
There was no sound, no explosion. Only a clash of the most fundamental rules!
The twisted eyes on the tentacles closed and vanished under the light of order, while the open, greedy maws roared silently, unable to devour even a sliver of light. The chaotic energy that constituted the tentacles, under the law of "returning to Void," dissipated rapidly as if erased by an eraser!
However, the monster named Nag Jurat was clearly unwilling to give up this "feast" that was about to be devoured. More tentacles surged wildly from the crack, and at the same time, a powerful mental pollution surged into Allen's consciousness like a tsunami, trying to drag him into an eternal madness!
"A mere trick." Allen's will was as firm as an ancient rock, impervious to all attacks. He clasped his hands together, his body radiating a restrained light, which then suddenly erupted!
"In my name Definition —this door shall be closed!"
A more expansive and primordial power of law, like the creator god wielding a brush, directly impacted the spatial rift itself! It was a denial of the concept of "connection," a deprivation of the right to exist of interdimensional passages!
Buzz--!!!
The spatial rift emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain, its edges beginning to twist and contract violently! The protruding tentacles, as if their source had been severed, writhed wildly, yet could not prevent themselves from being forcibly pulled back into another dimension as the rift closed!
"No--!!!" Festa roared in despair as his life rapidly slipped away due to the backlash of the ritual.
Dr. Indigo collapsed to the ground, muttering, "What... what kind of being did we summon to stop us...?"
Finally, with Nag Jurath's silent roar filled with resentment and rage, the spatial rift closed completely and vanished without a trace. The light on the altar instantly went out, and the bones and crystals turned to ashes. The enormous energy that had gathered lost its guidance and began to dissipate uncontrollably.
The core crisis has been resolved.
Allen looked at Festa, who was rapidly aging and eventually turned to ashes, and Dr. Indigo, who was mentally broken, without any emotion in his eyes. He turned around, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of rock walls, and saw his comrades still fighting on the ground.
"Next, it's time to clean up the battlefield."