infodatos Chapter 200 Eternal Night
Chapter 200 Eternal Night
Chapter 200 Eternal Night
A sense of helplessness and absurdity overshadowed his earlier frenzied excitement, almost causing him to lose his composure as the Lord of Shadows.
But in an instant, that fleeting thought was crushed by colder reason and more fervent ambition.
So what if the script is reversed? So what if we're just background props?
Now that we know the "plot," who the final "boss" is, and the "setting" of the world...
—Then the room for maneuver is there, isn't it?
In those novels, the reason why the villains are villains is simply because of information asymmetry, and they are schemed against by the protagonists in various ways, ultimately turning the tables.
And now, he, Hick, knows the greatest "secret of heaven"!
He knew the Wizarding World's status in the eyes of the heavens, knew the source of that terrifying threat, and even glimpsed a corner of the opponent's power system through Zhang Tianbei!
That's the biggest advantage!
Aren't those novel protagonists all able to defy fate and change their destiny through foresight and various fortuitous encounters?
Now it's his turn.
However, what he wants to defy is the "Heaven" that is recognized by all the heavens and myriad worlds!
What he wants to change is the "fate" that the wizarding world is destined to perish!
Thinking about this, the sense of absurdity completely disappeared, replaced by a deeper and more insane determination.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sharpening once more as he swept over the crowd below who were still unaware of what the real apocalypse meant.
"Quiet."
Hick's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold tide that instantly drowned out all the noise, carrying an unquestionable absolute authority, and a trace of the lingering, chilling fervor that had just been suppressed.
The cheers abruptly stopped.
All the survivors, whether ecstatic dark creatures or bewildered white wizards, felt an invisible pressure gripping their throats, causing them to involuntarily hold their breath and gaze at the figure suspended above the shattered earth.
He slowly scanned the area below, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he could peel back the layers of every face to see the emotions and thoughts hidden beneath.
He saw the relief of surviving a catastrophe, the awe of power, the emptiness after the collapse of faith, and also the deep-seated fear and suspicion.
Good, fear makes it easier to control.
"The disaster is temporarily over."
Hick spoke again, his voice steady yet cold, devoid of any joy of victory, only the ruthlessness of stating a fact.
"You have proven that you deserve to survive under the protection of the shadows."
He paused deliberately, allowing this "affirmation" to briefly soothe everyone's tense nerves, but then his words suddenly turned somber, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
"But don't be naive enough to think that this is the end. What we have repelled is merely a lost soul from outside the realm, a spy."
His gaze swept over the void that still retained a pale aura.
"And beyond that boundless realm, there are countless beings more terrifying and greedy than Him. The wizarding world has never been safe."
The glory of the past is long gone, leaving behind only countless covetous eyes and deadly crises.
His voice carried a heavy, undeniable sense of destiny, forcefully crushing the joy that had just surfaced and replacing it with a deeper sense of worry and urgency.
"Aikar's survival is not the end, but the beginning."
This marks the beginning of a struggle where we must become stronger, more united, and more determined—at all costs—to survive! To slacken is to perish!
He did not reveal any specific information about the True Martial Realm and the Supreme Being, as that would only cause utter panic and despair, which would be meaningless and would only disrupt his plans.
But he must make them realize the pervasiveness and severity of the crisis, shatter their false sense of security, and firmly bind them to his chariot, making them the cornerstone and fuel for his insane plan.
"From this day forth, the Silent Forest shall be the cornerstone of the Eternal Night Dynasty! Aikar will reshape the new order!"
He announced in a voice like thunder, carrying an irresistible will, proclaiming a new era forcibly ushered in under pressure and external threats.
"Former member of the Tower of Eternity".
His gaze swept over the white wizards with particular coldness, carrying a sense of scrutiny and oppression.
"You have two choices: submit to the shadows, offer your loyalty and power, and find a new place and meaning in life."
Or—leave the protective barrier of the Eternal Night Dynasty to face the unknown dangers of the outside world and those potential, even more terrifying, watchers than the monster from before. The newly established dynasty will not tolerate idlers, much less dissent.
The choice seems to exist, but in reality, there is no room for maneuver.
Leaving here, in today's Aykar, is almost tantamount to suicide.
"Mochamo".
"Your subordinate is here!" Mochamo immediately knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with excitement and exhaustion.
"You are in charge of overseeing the reorganization of the legion, treating the wounded, assessing losses, and repairing and strengthening the barrier. Prioritize restoring order and defense, and assess all available resources, including—newly recruited personnel."
His words were pointed.
"Lilith, Sean."
Two figures appeared silently to his side, slightly behind him.
Monitor the movements of both internal and external personnel, especially new members. Eliminate any destabilizing factors promptly.
at the same time----"
Hick's eyes flickered slightly.
"We began to study how to guide and utilize the power of those who had surrendered," so that they could be integrated into the dynasty's operating system as quickly as possible.
He needs to squeeze every last drop of potential power out of himself.
"We obey your command!" the two replied, bowing sharply.
After quickly issuing the order, Hick ignored the varying reactions of the crowd below—some breathed a sigh of relief, some looked desperate, some were secretly plotting, and some were fanatically following him—and with a flash, he disappeared from the spot, returning to the deepest part of the dark canyon.
The noise from the outside world was completely shut out.
Deep in the canyon, Hick sat cross-legged, the cracked immortal martial rune floating in front of him, emitting a faint but stubborn light.
His consciousness once again sank into that vast and dangerous ocean of memories, but this time, it was no longer a passive reception of shocks, but an active, greedy search, stripping, and absorption with an extremely clear purpose.
He frantically searched through Zhang Tianbei's vast collection of fragmented memories for any information about the True Martial Realm, any clues about that supreme being, the advantages and disadvantages of the Immortal Martial System, cultivation key points, common methods, the distribution of power and common knowledge across the myriad realms—
In particular, there is the question of how to better utilize and integrate these vastly different power systems to complement and strengthen oneself.
Even—find that theoretically possible, faint path to combat that ultimate shadow!
His face was expressionless, with only the pale starlight in his right eye and the deep, eternal night in his left eye spinning rapidly, reflecting the turbulent waves in his heart and the cold, extreme calculations.
He knew time was of the essence, and the wizarding world's defenses could crumble at any moment.
He must race against time to gather even the slightest bit of strength to struggle, or even—fight back—before the apocalypse arrives.
The Eternal Night Dynasty was hastily and oppressively born under the shadow of an apocalyptic crisis and the tyranny of an ambitious monarch who knew the "script".
Its monarch, Ziguang, had long surpassed Aikar, even the wizarding world, and set his sights on the throne at the pinnacle of all realms, and on the figure sitting on that throne, an insurmountable barrier.
The devouring has only just begun.
And the target of the hunt—may have been predetermined.