Chapter 661 The Final Stage
Chapter 661 The Final Stage
Olivia cried out sharply at the same time, condensing her Chaos Star Power to its absolute limit and transforming it into a dark golden sphere of light filled with destructive energy, which she precisely blasted toward the head of the severely weakened Ancient Earthwalker Dragon.
Two earth-shattering explosions erupted almost simultaneously.
The blazing Star Sea Divine Flame and the devastating Chaotic Star Burst, like two miniature nuclear bombs, completely engulfed both the fungal nest core and that once-invincible Ancient Earthwalker Dragon.
The violent energy shockwave swept through the entire cavern, and countless fungal monsters were instantly vaporized before they could even scream.
The entire underground cavern shook and trembled violently, as if it could collapse at any moment!
When the smoke and light finally cleared a bit, a massive crater over a hundred meters in diameter had appeared at the center of the battlefield.
That corrupted fungal nest core that had been spreading endless plague had vanished without a trace, not leaving behind even a single fragment.
And that fierce Ancient Earthwalker Dragon was reduced to nothing but a charred giant skeleton, lying quietly at the bottom of the pit, completely lifeless.
We did it.
We destroyed the plague mother nest and killed its guardian.
The Abyssal Plague crisis that had shrouded Mist Island was finally eliminated at its source.
"We won?"
Finn stared at the devastated battlefield before him, hardly able to believe it.
Gulama, Uta, and the others dropped their weapons one after another, collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath, their faces showing the relief of having survived a disaster.
This battle had drained every ounce of strength from all of us.
After releasing that nuclear bomb-level attack, I felt the power in my body completely emptied.
An intense feeling of weakness washed over me like a tide, but my heart was filled with unprecedented joy and a sense of accomplishment.
Not just because we had resolved the crisis and saved the Island Alliance.
But also because just now, my understanding of the Star Sea Divine Authority and this planet's source power had risen to a whole new level.
Having destroyed the corrupted fungal nest and killed the guardian Ancient Earthwalker Dragon, the Abyssal Plague crisis was finally eliminated at its source.
Although the infected warriors couldn't recover immediately, the spread of the plague had finally been stopped, and the Island Alliance had avoided the fate of collapsing without a fight.
In the camp, the joy of survival after disaster filled the air.
The confusion on the warriors' faces gradually faded, replaced by infinite reverence for me.
They believed that as long as I, their guardian, was here, there was no difficulty that couldn't be overcome.
However, the weight in my heart hadn't lifted.
The threat of The Lord of Cracks remained, and this setback would only make its next counterattack even more insane.
And those bastards from the Association were still a thorn in my side.
That crazy woman Night Owl had escaped with key information about partial higher-dimensional coordinates, and no one knew what insane things the Association headquarters would do once they got it.
My worries didn't last too long.
We rested with all our might, trying to use Atlantean technology to reinforce Mist Island's defenses.
That mysterious guide who had been quiet for so long sent me new intelligence again.
Late at night, I was meditating deep in the Tide Cave, drawing on the energy of the Heart of the Tide.
A familiar mental wave suddenly rang out in my mind without warning, "Young guardian, we meet again."
It was the guide!
I snapped my eyes open, scanning my surroundings alertly, but found nothing.
"Senior, is that you? Where are you?"
I responded using Psionics.
"I'm in a place you cannot perceive," the guide's voice remained calm. "Time is short, so I'll be brief."
"Night Owl successfully transmitted the partial coordinate key parameters she stole back to Association headquarters."
My heart instantly sank.
What I feared most had happened.
"Association headquarters—what was their reaction?"
I asked in a heavy voice.
"Reaction? They're overjoyed!"
"Those old fools, blinded by power and the desire for immortality, went completely crazy after getting those parameters, like wolves smelling blood!"
"They believe they've found the golden key to reaching higher dimensions and controlling divine power!"
"They've initiated the final Ark Plan!"
"Ark Plan?"
This was the first time I'd heard this name, yet I inexplicably felt a chill.
"Yes, the Ark Plan," the guide's voice became unusually cold. "It's the Association's deepest hidden and most insane project!"
"Their goal is to use the deep-sea energy matrix spread across the globe, combined with technology stolen from Atlantean ruins."
"To build a super coordinate network on a global scale that can actively open passages to higher-dimensional space!"
Building a coordinate network on a global scale that could actively open doors to higher dimensions?
Hearing this, I felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
These lunatics!
They actually wanted to artificially bring that terrifying existence capable of destroying everything completely into our world?
This wasn't just playing with fire—it was gambling with the fate of all life on the entire planet!
"Why would they do this?" I growled. "Don't they know that once that being arrives, it will only bring destruction? Wasn't the lesson of Atlantis deep enough?"
"For those madmen blinded by greed, any warning seems pale and powerless," the guide said sadly. "In their view, Atlantis's destruction wasn't because they touched something forbidden."
"But because they weren't strong enough, hadn't found the right way to use that power."
"Now, they think they hold the key and are qualified to control that power."
"They're trying to actively open the door and welcome that being's arrival, thereby gaining immortality, divine power, and becoming the new masters of the universe!"
These empty fantasies had caused those Association higher-ups to completely lose their reason, turning them into a group of doomsday fanatics even more dangerous than The Lord of Cracks.
"How far along are they? How long until the Ark Plan is complete?" I asked in a heavy voice, suppressing my anger and fear.
"The core of the Ark Plan—the construction of the global coordinate network—has entered its final stage."
"The parameters Night Owl brought back solved their most critical technical bottleneck."
"They're frantically draining Earth's energy to perform the final charging and calibration of the network."
"They also want to use Atlantean space technology to forcibly construct a stable dimensional passage between Earth and that higher dimension!"
"Once the passage forms, they can send out an invitation signal!"
"How long will this process take?"
My heart leaped to my throat.
The guide fell silent for a moment before saying heavily, "If everything goes smoothly, no more than a month."
This timeframe, like death's countdown, struck hard at my heart.
We had to find and stop the Association's Ark Plan within this one month.