"Where are the sages?" White Flame looked around, looking for the figures or remains of the eleven Sages who were supposed to be here.
There were a total of thirteen demon hunter sages. Beetholis had been confirmed dead in the banquet hall, and the first sage had never left his secluded room. According to the information provided by Claude, there should be eleven more sages in the ceremonial hall.
However, there was not a single body here.
Lily immediately widened her eyes and sniffed carefully. She soon found something. "Are these … left by them?"
She found a very dim grayish-white trace on the edge of the runic circle in the corner of the hall, and next to the trace, there were a few strands of black cloth.
"… It's ashes." Hao Ren came to the grayish-white trace and reached out to wipe it. His fingertips were stained with some fine powder, and he also found some hard particles between the black cloth. "There are also fragments of their clothes and masks."
White Flame judged the location of these traces in the room and immediately ran to the other corners of the ceremonial hall. "There are some here too! And here too! "
Soon, she found all the traces: there were eleven ashes left on the floor of the ceremonial hall. Most of the ashes had probably been blown away by the wind and swallowed by the energy whirlpool in the hall, leaving only shallow greyish-white marks on the ground. These traces were symmetrically distributed like the numbers on the dial of a clock. There was only one vacancy — which should be the position where Sage Beetholis stayed during the ritual.
"They are all dead," Hao Ren said, recalling the traces left by Sage Beetholis after his death. "They died the same way, turned into ashes and smoke, and those who stayed in the ceremonial hall were obviously in a worse state."
"When did they die?" Lily's brain suddenly worked. "Did they die at the beginning of the ritual, or not long ago?"
The MDT checked the information left by the ashes. "… The passage of time here does not follow common sense, so there is no way to determine the time of their death, but it is certain that they had turned into ashes not long after the ritual began. The residual energy in the ashes can prove this."
Hao Ren immediately noticed something suspicious. "They died at the beginning of the ritual? Who was the one who gave the orders during the whole process of the demon hunter civil war? "
Everyone's eyes fell on Claude. The young attendant was also shocked, but he seemed to have some idea. "The Sages' instructions came out of the hall through a secret spell. We didn't feel anything strange at that time. But it is true that they did not show themselves throughout the entire process, so no one can be sure if the Sages were still alive at that time. "
A chill gradually spread in the hearts of White Flame and Teuton. They were horrified to realize one thing: except for Beetholis, eleven of the twelve sages in charge had died long before the change. So who was the commander of the war in the Coldpath dimension?
This sword? Or the "monster" attached to the sword?
"MDT, check again to see if there is any intelligent activity here!" Hao Ren said loudly. At the same time, he quickly took out a variety of things from his dimensional pocket and set them around the black sword. There were all kinds of explosives and general-purpose energy suppressors. In fact, he had no idea how to stop the magic recharging process in the hall, not even the MDT. But he thought that if things really went out of control, blowing up the tower ahead of time might at least prevent a chain reaction in the other energy nodes in Coldpath.
Y 'zaks had begun to imprint the demonic runes on the original runic array in the ceremonial hall. This was an extremely risky operation. It was like taking a nail out of two high-speed rotating blades. The slightest carelessness would cause the entire compound reaction to collapse, and the contaminated arcane energy would be detonated prematurely. But the old demon, with his strong control of power and rich experience, did his best to reduce the operating efficiency of these runic arrays.
Although the magic reaction in the ceremonial hall had reached this stage, the influence of the runic arrays on it was no longer that important.
The MDT turned on all its sensors and searched for any information fluctuations that were suspected of intelligent activity nearby. If there was really an intelligent "monster" and it was controlling all of this, then the problem could only be solved by strangling the body of the monster.
However, after some searching, the MDT gave a disappointing answer. "No, all the intelligent activity here comes from you guys."
"How could it be?" White Flame could not understand. "In the past half a month, something in this hall has issued hundreds of orders to the Council of Elders in the name of the sages!"
"But 'it' really doesn't exist, unless' it 'has run away," the MDT interrupted White Flame with a sharp whistle. "Now there is only a wicked weapon and a mass of energy that is about to go out of control. We have to focus on the crisis in front of us."
Just as the MDT's voice trailed off, a light suddenly lit up in the dark deep space outside the Netherrealm Clock Tower. The light expanded into a portal, and a silver-white battleship slowly poked its head out of the portal. Hao Ren received a message from Nolan in his mind. "The Petrachelys has entered the battlefield, awaiting further instructions."
Nolan had entered the battlefield. In the previous battle, because all the weapons on the ship were too powerful, to prevent the psionic cannons from destroying everything indiscriminately (and at the same time, the powerful radiation produced by the ship's cannons would also cause terrible damage to friendly forces on the battlefield), Hao Ren had Nolan on standby at the rear. But now that she had to come out, what could the ship do?
Hao Ren's simplest and crudest idea was to let the Petrachelys's secondary cannons fire at the Netherrealm Clock Tower. The psionic energy would completely destroy everything within range, including matter and energy, including time and space. The out-of-control mass of energy might be wiped out before it exploded.
But the Godslayer and most of the Netherrealm Clock Tower would also be annihilated at the same time.
Hao Ren quickly dismissed the idea in his mind. At the same time, the energy mass above the Godslayer was further expanding. It was like a dark vortex that engulfed everything above the ceremonial hall. Through the connection between the various temples, it was rapidly contaminating all the energy nodes in Coldpath.
At this time, the MDT suddenly shouted, "Buddy, I found something!"
"What?" Hao Ren and Y 'zaks asked in unison.
"The key to the magic structure of the hall is not the sword, but the energy vortex above the sword," the MDT said quickly. The holographic projection showed the magic connection between the Godslayer and the surrounding environment. "The sword is just an inspiration, but the key to maintaining the whole reaction process is the energy mass. It has grown so strong that even without the supply of the Netherrealm Clock Tower, it can continue the reaction process on its own. If we can cut off this energy vortex, maybe everything can stop. "
"Cut it off?" Hao Ren looked up at the black mass above the hall. Now the indescribable mass had spread to the entire dome, surging like dark mercury. Bright blue electric arcs burst out of the mass, smashing the surrounding structures and metal objects that floated toward it. In the center of the mass, some tiny light spots were rippling as if a crack leading to the universe had opened up.
But Hao Ren knew that it was not a crack in space, but an optical phenomenon similar to the surface of the Godslayer. Or rather, the Godslayer was assimilating the energy mass into something similar to itself!
A bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
He asked the MDT in a hurry, "Can you teleport out with this energy mass?"
"My teleportation system is for small-scale personnel transfer. The personal MDT can't cope with this high-density energy mass," the MDT said.
"Then can my Dimensional Pocket withstand this thing?"
The MDT instantly guessed what Hao Ren was thinking, but it still dutifully analyzed it. "… In theory, yes, but it's very dangerous. If it explodes in your Dimensional Pocket, the Safety Protocol will immediately cut off the mental connection between you and the Dimensional Pocket. Your brain will be severely damaged by this hard cut. I estimate that it will explode after 20 seconds at most after leaving this hall. "
"I will throw it out before that happens," Hao Ren said quickly. He then contacted Nolan. "How long do you need to get from Coldpath to the deep space of the Surface World? The further away from the inhabited galaxy, the better. "
"The fastest?" Nolan also understood what Hao Ren was thinking. "The dimensional passage when I came in is still open, but on the other side of the passage is Kuiper Station … Oh yes, I have set up a gravitational anchor point near a star. I can jump from Kuiper Station to the anchor point in a few seconds."
"Is there anyone around that star?"
"No, it's a lifeless area."
"Okay." Hao Ren nodded, his eyes staring at the dark energy above the hall. "Wait for my order. I will put this thing in the Dimensional Pocket, and then you immediately take me away from Earth, the further the better. We will throw this thing into space."
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