Chapter 57 Twilight Moon Void Ship
This one-sided massacre, a catastrophe, lasted for a full month, as if time itself had been compressed into endless torment. The once unwavering will of every soldier in the Silver Moon Federation garrison gradually crumbled during this month-long deadlock.
Faced with the ever-emerging and increasingly powerful black goats, and those corrupted and diseased creatures, everyone was plunged into deep confusion. The "deletion" power, which was once enough to crush everything, now showed a clear sense of powerlessness in the face of these monsters.
Initially, they seemed to be untouchable illusions, erasing enemies from the world with their power to distort reality. But as time went on, the black goats not only developed an astonishing resistance to "deletion," but more terrifyingly, they gradually began to exhibit the ability to distort reality. Some of the physical attack methods that were used as auxiliary attacks were actually distorted by the black goats.
Their very existence is like a mad test of reality; every touch is a destruction of the world's rules.
Even the Silver Moon Guardians, who were originally proud of their powerful spatial distortion abilities, gradually discovered that their power could no longer deal fatal blows to these monsters.
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The Moon Spirit Cathedral is located in the heart of the Silver Moon Federation, serving as the core of the Federation's politics and faith. Its exterior is ancient and solemn, with magnificent spires piercing the clouds like an unbroken talisman, guarding this sacred land.
On the silver moonstone platform outside the church, countless shimmering moon runes are inlaid. As the wind blows, a faint light shines through the cracks in the stone slabs, as if echoing the whispers of the distant stars. Inside the church, the colonnades soar high, and cold, silver beams of light stream in from the windows, casting shadows on the ancient stone floor, creating a dreamlike interplay of light and shadow.
The atmosphere at the Moon Spirit Cathedral tonight was unusually solemn. The Moon Spirit Singers stood in a circle before the altar, softly chanting ancient prayers, as if begging for divine forgiveness and guidance for the impending resolution.
In the center of the church, a massive round table with a moon-shaped design stood silently, its surface scattered with ancient scrolls and numerical diagrams—the Silver Moon Federation's most confidential strategic and force deployment maps. Moonlight streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, illuminating the table and casting the lines and symbols with a prophetic mystique.
Before the meeting began, the atmosphere inside the church was already silent; even the sound of footsteps seemed unusually heavy due to the prolonged tension. Almost none of the Moon Chapers gathered there spoke; their eyes concealed an undisguised anxiety and exhaustion.
Since the appearance of the Black Goat, the war situation has become increasingly difficult, and the future of the Silver Moon Federation seems to be shrouded in an insurmountable gloom.
Yuna stood before the round table, her figure like a beam of silver light, quietly gazing at the patterns on the tabletop.
"Today, we are discussing the future of the Silvermoon Federation." Yuna broke the silence first, her voice low but full of power. "The Black Devils' resistance has exceeded our expectations. Our 'Reality Distortion' power is no longer effective against them. Every contact with them seems to accelerate their evolution. While they are beginning to absorb our power in reverse, they are also resonating with our reality power."
Her words fell into a deep silence. Those powerful figures who had never yielded to the Silvermoon Federation were speechless. They all knew that Yuna's words were true.
"We can't go on like this." Selse's voice echoed in the air, his eyes filled with resentment and anxiety. "If we let these black demons continue to absorb our 'distorted reality,' we may eventually lose all our advantages."
Carlisle took over, his voice dry, "We must make changes."
"So, what should we do?" Tallan, the Moonsinger and a strategic expert from the Silvermoon Federation, slowly raised his head. His voice sounded particularly powerful in the silent atmosphere. "Should we just let these monsters continue to ravage the land without taking any action or making any changes?"
Yuna took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the table tightly. She knew her proposal had to be decisive: "We must stop using 'reality distortion'."
"Yes, we have no other choice." The Moonsinger Lyles took out a silver moon badge, a symbol of command, from his sleeve and gently placed it on the table. At the center of the badge was the emblem of the Silver Moon God, the full moon like a merciless eye, watching over everything.
His voice was brief and cold, as if he had already made up his mind: "The only option is to send out the Twilight Void Ship."
"Twilight Void Ship…" A strange light flashed in Tarlan's eyes, and he was about to suggest that he refuse.
But the other Moonsongstresses had already lowered their heads, knowing full well that this might be their only option. There was no more time to waste; the battle was nearing its end.
The following day, the Silvermoon Federation command issued new combat orders, concise yet stern—cease all Silvermoon Guardians from using the power of 'Reality Warp' and fully activate the Twilight Void Ships. The focus of all combat would be on the use of this superweapon.
Although this was the Silvermoon Federation's last trump card, no one dared to doubt that if they did not use the Twilight Void Ship, they might never have had another chance to win this war.
The Twilight Void Ship lives up to its name—it is not a warship existing in physical space, but a super weapon that roams the void of the information dimension. When it is activated and docked on the battlefield, its aura fills every second of the battlefield with a sense of oppression, as if some chilling aura is permeating the skin of all living beings.
The moment the Twilight Void Ship truly launched its attack, the invisible force emanating from its hull pressed down on the atmosphere of the entire battlefield to the point of almost suffocation. It did not directly crush the enemy with weapons or physical strength, but rather mobilized all the information in its surrounding information layer in a sweeping manner, launching a fierce attack on the enemy's life information structure.
Countless pieces of meaningless junk information crashed down on the enemy like a raging sea. With each influx of information, the life structure of those corrupt monsters began to collapse—their lifelines were disrupted, and the connections, functions, structures, and organization between cells were all swept away by the information torrent, leaving them utterly powerless to resist.
The black goats' flesh and blood rapidly disintegrated under the information attack. Their twisted bodies lay lifelessly on the ground like rotting garbage heaps, emitting nauseating sounds. The Blood Calamity Flesh Core Devouring Demons were no exception. Their strange life forms completely collapsed under this wave of information shock, ultimately turning into a pile of fragmented organic matter, emitting a suffocating stench.
The Silvermoon Federation's army finally saw the long-awaited dawn. At that moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became like a scorched wasteland, devastated and the enemy annihilated. The Silvermoon Federation's guards were reborn, their morale soaring. They rapidly advanced, heading straight for the portal, as if the enemy was completely incapable of any further resistance.
Bai Zhe stood before the distant teleportation portal, coldly watching all his familiars being annihilated by the Twilight Void Ship. However, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"This attack method is just like those marketers sending out mass spam emails in my past life," he muttered, his voice filled with an almost uncontrollable excitement and sarcasm.
Sure enough, the joy of victory didn't last long. In just three days, the Black Goats seemed to have developed an astonishing adaptability to the attacks of the Twilight Voidship.
They were no longer simply destroyed by the information overload; instead, a new resistance mechanism began to slowly form within them. Initially, there were subtle changes, seemingly a reaction to external attacks. Then, the mutation began to spread, and even the weakest Black Goats gradually showed immunity to the Void Ship's information attacks. This change rapidly spread throughout the entire battlefield, as if the Black Goats had somehow perceived the nature of this information and gradually evolved a resistance to it.
Within just three days, all the commanders of the Silvermoon Federation discovered that even their strongest weapons were unable to destroy these terrifying enemies.
All of this happened so quickly that the Silvermoon Federation could barely react. The situation on the battlefield once again reached an intractable stalemate.
The aura of the Twilight Void Ship remained powerful. Each information surge could turn the Black Goat into a pile of purely chaotic organic matter. However, this pile of things could begin to wriggle and aggregate, and even become larger than before after absorbing junk information.
All the commanders of the Silvermoon Federation were plunged into the deepest despair