NABC Chapter 148: The Flames of War at the End of Fate
Chapter 148: The Flames of War at the End of Fate
Isaac strode toward the edge of fate's abyss, each step he took seemingly to the beat of destiny's drum, the golden light of the network of fate beneath his feet shimmering as if guiding his journey. However, the surrounding atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, an indescribable pressure permeating the space—a power from the unknown depths stirring restlessly.
The light and mist at the edge of the abyss gradually thinned, replaced by a deep darkness. This darkness seemed not to be an ordinary space, but a void that devoured everything. Even the power of rules released by Isaac could not stay in it for long and was quickly stripped away and dissipated by an invisible force.
“This area… seems to have crossed the boundaries of the rules,” Isaac murmured, his gaze fixed on what lay ahead. Even he felt a sense of pressure, an almost instinctive alertness.
"Creator, this is the final realm of the Abyss of Fate—the Rift of Fate." The voice of the Will of Fate slowly resounded, carrying a rare solemnity. "The rules here have completely collapsed, and even the tentacles of the Fate Network cannot penetrate them. This space itself is an existence between rules and chaos; they coexist and repel each other, forming a balance that is difficult to define."
"Difficult to define?" Isaac frowned slightly, raising his hand to tentatively release a wisp of soul power. However, the moment that power entered the rift region, it was instantly swallowed by an invisible vortex, as if even his will was being suppressed.
“It seems I’m not welcome here,” Isaac murmured, a cold smile playing on his lips. “The more this is the place, the more it proves that my enemies are here.”
He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and conjured a barrier of rules in front of his chest, completely enveloping himself. This barrier emitted a soft golden light, extremely weak under the pressure of the rift, yet still steadfast. Isaac did not hesitate any longer and stepped into the deep darkness.
The moment he stepped into the Rift of Fate, an immense sense of oppression washed over him, as if the entire space was rejecting his presence. Isaac's body trembled, and a dull pain shot through his chest, but he quickly regained his footing, his eyes shining with unwavering determination.
“It seems you are the master of the rift,” Isaac said coldly, his voice echoing in the void until it was completely swallowed by the darkness.
His response was a low laugh. The laugh came from all directions, as if the entire rift itself was part of the enemy.
"Creator, we've finally waited for you." A cold voice echoed in the darkness, accompanied by a chilling aura. "Do you think the awakening of the Fate Network can completely solve the problem? No, you're just pushing the wheel of fate faster."
"Enough with the nonsense." Isaac snorted coldly, slowly raising his hands. The power of rules condensed in his palms, transforming into two longswords radiating golden light. "If you think you can scare me off with these tricks, you're underestimating me."
In the darkness, a colossal phantom slowly emerged. Its form was immense, seemingly connecting the entire rift space; its eyes emitted an eerie red light, sending chills down one's spine. The phantom's outline was indistinct, but the aura it exuded was filled with destruction and chaos.
"Creator, your power may be able to suppress the invaders within the network of fate, but here, you are nothing more than an intruder." The phantom's voice was cold and mocking. "The rules of the Rift of Fate do not belong to you, and I am the master of this realm!"
"Is that so?" Isaac's gaze was cold. He swung his twin swords, and the power of the rules transformed into two golden blades of light, which shot straight toward the phantom.
"boom--"
A golden blade of light ripped through the void, aiming straight for the phantom's chest. However, just as the blade was about to touch its target, the phantom's body suddenly transformed into a cloud of black mist, completely engulfing the attack. Immediately afterward, the black mist rapidly condensed into countless tiny tentacles, sweeping towards Isaac.
Isaac swiftly swung his sword, golden light forming a barrier that severed the tentacles one by one. However, the severed tentacles did not dissipate; instead, they transformed into more black runes, beginning to erode the barrier of rules.
"This guy's power can actually directly resist the power of rules?" Isaac frowned slightly. He quickly retreated and released his soul power to clear away those runes one by one.
"Creator, this is just the beginning." The illusory voice rang out again, this time with a strong sense of mockery. "The power of rules you possess is futile here. The essence of the Rift of Fate is the collapse of rules and the sublimation of chaos!"
"The collapse of the rules?" Isaac sneered, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Then let me see just how powerful your chaos is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his hands violently, and the two golden longswords crossed in the air, transforming into a huge golden cross of light that shot straight towards the core of the phantom.
The phantom roared, and black mist rapidly condensed into a barrier, attempting to block the golden cross. However, the power of the cross's light far exceeded the phantom's expectations, and its barrier quickly collapsed under the impact of the light, revealing the core hidden in the black mist.
The core was a crystal emitting a dark light, its surface covered with complex runes, as if it were the origin of the rift in fate.
"Now!" Isaac roared, his body leaping up suddenly, his twin swords transforming into a massive blade of light that cleaved straight down into the core.
"boom--"
With a deafening roar, the crystal's surface was cleaved open by the light blade. However, just as Isaac was preparing to launch his next attack, the crystal suddenly erupted with a powerful energy surge, blasting him dozens of feet away.
"Your power is indeed formidable, but the core of the Rift of Fate is not something you can easily destroy." The phantom's voice carried a hint of smugness. "This is a realm beyond rules and fate, and you are merely a mortal!"
Isaac steadied himself in mid-air, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze grew even more resolute. He slowly raised his hands, and the power of rules and soul power merged once more, transforming into a blazing white pillar of light.
"A mortal?" Isaac chuckled coldly, his voice radiating unparalleled confidence. "Perhaps in your eyes my power is insignificant, but I will show you what a true master of destiny is!"
The beam of light suddenly erupted, heading straight for the crystal core. At the same time, Isaac's body was completely enveloped in white light, transforming into a blazing shadow that followed closely behind the beam of light, rushing towards the phantom.
"boom--"
With a deafening explosion, the darkness of the Rift of Destiny was utterly torn apart by the white light, and cracks reappeared on the surface of the crystal. However, the rift did not collapse; instead, it erupted with even stronger energy fluctuations, enveloping the entire space in a blinding glow.