pertwk Chapter 193 Escape
Chapter 193 Escape
Chapter 193 Escape
The Plain of Blanc has been turned into a pure slaughterhouse.
The pale presence hung high in the sky, like a madman of natural disaster. The tendrils of pale flames swept across the land, causing everything to wither and lose all energy. Whether it was a dying wounded soldier or an intact organization, everything was instantly reduced to ashes and devoured.
Despair spread like a plague.
Whether it was the remnants of the Eternal Tower or the legion of the Silent Forest, they had lost all sense of purpose in fighting, leaving only the most primal instinct for survival.
However, under this indiscriminate devouring, escape seems to have become futile.
Just as utter despair enveloped everything—
Mochamo suppressed the weakness and fear caused by the draining of his magic power, his mind racing.
He knew better than anyone how terrifying that pale existence was!
Level four power is practically invincible in Ekar now!
However, the other party's irrational and instinctive behavior gave Mochamo a chance to survive!
"Retreat! All troops! Abandon all resistance! Retreat to the Silent Forest as quickly as possible!"
Mokamo's voice, amplified by sorcery, carried an undeniable resolve and urgency, drowning out the chaos and screams of the battlefield and reaching the ears of every member of the Dark Faction who could still hear the commands.
"Activate all shadow passages!"
All defensive barriers are operating at maximum power!
Block the monster's senses and tentacles! Quickly!
He roared at the messengers and barrier masters around him.
The order came suddenly, but it fulfilled the most fundamental desire of all surviving creatures of darkness—to live!
As if they had found their backbone, the remaining Silent Forest forces unleashed their last vestiges of order and potential.
Ignoring the risk of magical backlash, the wizards forcibly erected layers of dark protective barriers!
Huge, shadowy doors opened one after another at the rear of the legion, exuding an alluring sense of security.
"Go! Go quickly!"
"Retreat to the Silent Forest!"
The dark creatures surged toward the shadowy passages like a tidal wave, jostling and pushing aside their companions who stood in their way.
The scene became even more chaotic, but it clearly pointed in one direction—survival!
Meanwhile, those survivors of the Tower of Eternity who were either still putting up a stubborn resistance or at a loss...
Upon witnessing the movements of the Dark Faction and the terrifying presence looming overhead, attacking indiscriminately, the instinct for survival ultimately overwhelmed the factional divide and hatred.
"They—they can escape?"
A white wizard watched the dark creatures surge into the shadowy passage, a flicker of struggle in his eyes, which was then overwhelmed by greater fear.
"Never mind! Let's go with them! To the Silent Forest! Maybe we can survive there!"
Someone shouted and charged ahead in the direction the dark forces were retreating.
This action was like lighting a fuse.
More and more survivors of the white faction, whether wizards or soldiers, began to rush desperately toward the passage opened by the Silent Forest Legion.
They discarded their badges of identity and tore up their robes embroidered with the tower emblem, just so they wouldn't stand out and could blend into the fleeing crowd.
The soldiers of the Silent Forest were initially agitated and hostile, trying to stop these "enemies".
But Mochamo's icy voice rang out again: "Let them pass! Those fleeing towards the Silent Forest will not be attacked for now! Prioritize retreat!"
The command was strictly executed.
Although the dark soldiers were puzzled, their urgency to survive left them no time to think. They simply watched warily as the white-robed survivors who had infiltrated the ranks surged toward the shadowy passage.
Lilith's figure flickered at the edge of the battlefield. She no longer destroyed the "lighthouse," but began to use her strange abilities to influence the senses of the pale being, causing its tentacles to occasionally deflect slightly, buying the fleeing team precious seconds.
A bizarre scene unfolded across the entire Blank Plain:
The two factions, who had been locked in a fierce battle not long ago, now temporarily set aside their hatred under an even greater threat of terror, and fled in the same direction like a frightened herd of beasts—towards that deep, unknown forest that symbolized darkness and shadow.
The pale presence suspended high in the sky continues to devour everything within its range that cannot escape in time.
He seemed to have a faint sense of the flow of energy, and occasionally his whiskers would sweep towards the direction of the fleeing army, but they were always deflected and blocked by the shadow barrier that the Silent Forest had set up in advance.
He is more like a natural disaster acting on instinct than a hunter with a clear tactical intention.
Finally, after paying a heavy price, the remaining survivors, a mix of black and white forces, surged like a flood bursting its banks into the impenetrable shadows at the edge of the Silent Forest.
The shadowy passage closed rapidly behind them.
The pale tentacles lingered for a moment before the dense, seemingly living darkness at the edge of the Silent Forest, appearing somewhat confused, before slowly retracting to continue "cleaning" the ruins of the Blank Plains, which were now almost devoid of any living energy.
Inside the Silent Forest, dense, eerie plants and twisted shadows writhe as if alive, engulfing the fugitives.
The survivors collapsed on the cold, damp ground, still in shock and panting.
Looking at the outside world behind him, isolated by shadows, and the faint, chilling, pale pressure he could still feel, his face was filled with bewilderment, fear, and a trace of—unbelievable relief at being alive.
Mochamo stood on a high ground, looking down at the mixed group of people who were like frightened birds, his eyes cold and complicated.
From this moment on, the landscape of Aykar has been completely transformed.
The Silent Forest, this land of eternal shadows, became the only and final "refuge" after this catastrophe.
No one knows what kind of future lies hidden beneath this shadow.
Deep within the Silent Forest, twisted ancient tree branches intertwine to form a massive dome, completely isolating the chillingly bright sunlight from the outside world.
The air was thick with the stench of humus, a chilling magic, and the heavy breathing and suppressed sobs of the survivors.
The massive escape team collapsed on the cold, damp ground, like drowning victims washed ashore.
The dark creatures mingled with the white-robed wizards, maintaining a wary distance from one another, but the previous life-or-death hostility had been temporarily overshadowed by a greater, shared fear.
Still shaken, they looked behind them at the edge of the forest shrouded in a dense shadow barrier, as if they could still feel the chilling pressure etched into their souls by that pale monster.
Mochamo stood on a high platform of gnarled tree roots, shadows flowing around him, concealing his true exhaustion and emotions at that moment.
His gaze swept over the chaotic, exhausted, and uneasy crowd below. His voice, amplified by magic, was cold and devoid of any emotion, yet strangely conveyed a morbid sense of order: "Silence!"
As the noise and panic subsided, all the survivors, regardless of which side they had belonged to, instinctively looked at him.
"You survived."
Mochamo's voice echoed through the dark forest.
"Because you made the right choice—to flee into the shadows, instead of foolishly fighting against the irresistible force."
He deliberately ignored the devastating losses suffered by the Silent Forest as well, shifting the focus of his conversation to the future.
"The Tower of Eternity no longer exists! Ronker has become a monster that only knows how to devour, and the light has long been extinguished!"
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His words were like a cold hammer, striking at the already crumbling beliefs of those former White Wizards.
"That thing outside, it won't stop! The Blank Plains are just the beginning! The entire Aikall will soon become its hunting ground!"
Panic spread again among the crowd.
"But here!"
Mochamo suddenly raised his voice, suppressing the commotion.
"In the Silent Forest, you can find a moment to catch your breath!"
This ancient, shadowy land possesses the power to temporarily confuse and deflect the monster's senses!
This is your only hope for survival!
He made no mention of Hick, nor of any promises of asylum, but stated a stark fact—it was a little safer here than outside.
"However----"
He abruptly changed the subject, his voice becoming even more chilling.
"The Silent Forest does not support useless people, nor does it welcome potential threats!"
All former members of the Tower of Eternity, hand over your weapons, spellbooks, and all magical items with offensive or communication capabilities.
Accept the marking and monitoring of shadow imprints.
Obey all orders!
Any form of resistance, dissent, or attempt to send a message outward —
He paused, and the shadow behind him coalesced into a hideous phantom.
"They will all be seen as betrayers of their only place of survival, and their fate will be worse than being devoured by that monster outside—"
It was a thousand times more painful.
The threat was blatant, but in contrast to the absolute threat of death, it seemed so "reasonable".
Soon, groups of silent and cold shadow walkers emerged from the depths of the forest and began to carry out orders.
They moved efficiently and shrewdly, confiscating weapons and carving temporary surveillance runes on the backs of the white wizards' hands or foreheads.
The survivors of the original Eternal Tower cooperated numbly; having lost their homes and faith, survival had become their only goal.
The original members of the Silent Forest were ordered to disperse, guide and monitor these "newcomers," and begin to use the power of the forest itself to reinforce the boundaries and build more hiding and defensive nodes.
Lilith's figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows, her power being used to further obscure the secrets of heaven and isolate the inside from the outside.
Sean's spores silently permeated the air, monitoring everyone's emotional and energy fluctuations.
The entire Silent Forest, like a war machine, began to operate at extremely high efficiency, not for attack, but to maintain a fragile and high-pressure refuge in this apocalyptic disaster.
Mochamo watched all this with no sign of relaxation in his eyes.
He knew this was just the beginning.
In the dark canyon, Hick's presence blended perfectly into the shadows, as if he were a part of the forest himself.
He "watched" everything happening outside, watching the pale monster wander aimlessly and devour under the drive of instinct, watching the fragile and tense balance within the Silent Forest.
A cold, unseen smile curved the corners of his lips.
Chaos is a ladder.
Fear is the best shackle.
A world filled with despair and the will to survive, where people are forced to huddle together, is the best breeding ground for true "order".
He doesn't need to show up.
The shadow has already enveloped everything.