The background returned to pure white once more.
It stood motionless for a long time before speaking again, "These are not scenes from the memory banks—I shut down all sensory systems at the time, it's impossible that I would have retained any external image records."
"Indeed," Roland admitted frankly. These were all incomplete fragments he had seen before the recollection ended—the astrolabe that Yipuxi Long presented at the end didn't just belong to her, but also contained a portion from Lan. Presumably affected by the magical shock, they were originally just fleeting "revolving lanterns," but Roland used the characteristics of the soul battlefield to fabricate these gaps, piecing together all the scattered scenes into a complete picture. "But do you really lack that one sentence?"
The most unique aspect of the soul battlefield lay in fabrication. However, complete fabrication couldn't deceive a highly intelligent being that valued logic. That sentence, rather than being an argument, was more like the finishing touch.
Because whether during its creation process or in the subsequent long years of the Gate Project, the creator, Grey Shadow, clearly didn't treat it as a mere tool, but endowed it with more expectations.
It could be said that it was those redundancies that created the current "Guardian."
As long as it prioritized rationality, it couldn't deceive itself.
The other party stared deeply at Roland for a long time, then raised its right hand—a ball of scarlet light suddenly appeared in its palm, then shattered with a bang!
Roland's heart leapt into his throat in an instant.
This posture was practically the same as when it was about to restart the world!
Could it be that he ultimately failed to reverse all this?
Roland couldn't help but glance through the screen behind "Lan," only to see a ripple erupt from the center of the Bottomless Abyss, spreading to the surrounding area with lightning speed—
……
"Defense Line Three has been breached, these monsters are about to charge through!"
"The central position needs support from the sky knights!"
"Hasn't the retreat been completed yet?"
"Hold on for ten more minutes, let the armored units cover the rear, we must block this gap at all costs!"
The Celestial Seas emerged from the ocean in an endless stream, rushing madly towards the island. Even if the sky knights repeatedly dropped incendiary bombs to create flame walls, they couldn't stop their advance. Whether it was a Blade Beast or a Nest Mother, they all seemed to have abandoned their biological instincts—fear, stepping over the corpses of their own kind to charge towards the First Army's stronghold.
Heckzord had a bitter tale to tell.
According to this situation, it should have retreated long ago. After all, risky things weren't suitable for it. But the problem was that leaving a bunch of humans and witches on the island now was also a risk. If Anna succeeded, it would become a faithless person, and its situation wouldn't be much better.
It should have never agreed to help these guys!
As the main force retreated and the enemies continued to increase, the First Army's firepower couldn't maintain the integrity of the defense line. Heckzord had already seen a few scattered Blade Beasts break through to within five hundred meters of it. This meant that before long, the enemy would overwhelm this place.
It decided that once a Celestial Sea entered the hundred-meter range, it would leave regardless of the situation.
Just then, the tanks on the right flank were hit by the Nest Mother's acid and instantly lost their combat capability. Taking advantage of the gap, the Blade Beasts surged in from the breach. Although the God's Punishment Witches immediately filled the gap, there were still several Blade Beasts that crossed the fire line blockade and spread their wings two hundred meters away!
After a rapid pounce, they finally broke into the core circle of defense.
Time to go!
As Heckzord was about to turn around and evacuate, a yellow-brown figure cut into its field of vision.
It was a sturdy desert wolf.
It remembered that the other party seemed to be called Lojia.
One Blade Beast was directly pinned to the ground and killed by the sand wolf's blood basin mouth.
And another had raised its scythe-like forelimbs, slashing directly at Heckzord!
At this moment, the witch made a reaction that the Lord of the Sky couldn't believe.
She stepped forward, disregarding everything, and used her body to block the enemy's attack path. The blade cut off one of her forelegs and pierced her abdomen. Blood splattered everywhere, but she bit the opponent's lower jaw and refused to let go.
Until Maisie descended from the sky and tore it to pieces.
"Are you okay, goo! Endure it, goo!" The little girl, transformed into human form, disregarded the blood on her body and hurriedly took out healing bandages from her backpack and stuffed them into Lojia's wound.
Lojia shook his ears and smiled weakly, "Don't worry, I won't die for the time being..."
Watching this scene, Heckzord had retracted half of his footsteps.
It couldn't explain why.
The previous thought of withdrawing early now seemed to contain some different emotions.
Five minutes... it thought, at most wait another five minutes.
Suddenly, an extremely strong magical surge poured out of the sinkhole, sweeping over the Lord of the Sky's body like a storm. This ripple was so strong that even the witches noticed the anomaly. They stared blankly at the spot, completely unaware that it was a roar from the realm of consciousness.
What on earth was happening?
Heckzord looked around warily.
But what happened next stunned it.
The Blade Beasts and Nest Mothers fell one after another, as if they had suddenly lost their souls. As the wave spread, more and more Celestial Seas fell to the ground, so much so that it could be described as mowing wheat.
The First Army's rearguard was also stunned.
The enemies who were charging forward against the fire line in the previous second had fallen silent in pieces in the next. The Sea Ghosts didn't fall, but they weren't the main force of the attack anyway. When the Nest Mothers collapsed one by one, the Sea Ghosts retreated like a tide, just as they had come.
The white-hot battlefield quickly quieted down.
The bolder soldiers even jumped out of the makeshift trenches and touched the Celestial Sea enemies lying on the ground with their guns, but the latter didn't respond, and were now dead objects.
After the huge pressure subsided, everyone showed a sense of relief after the disaster. The first thing they did wasn't to cheer for victory, but to slowly sit down with their weapons propped up, looking at the sky and letting out a long sigh.
"Eh?" Maisie looked around in disbelief, "What's going on, goo?"
Heckzord turned his gaze to the Bottomless Abyss.
An idea arose in its mind, but it wasn't sure if its guess was correct.
The War of Divine Will... may have really ended.
And it would never happen again.
……
"You guessed right, the Celestial Seas were indeed created by me," the Guardian said, lowering his arm, "It was initially just a supplement to the selection of life, used to compare with the 'Natural Evolution Group', and also to increase the external survival pressure of species. In the first tens of thousands of years, the competing life was still in a very primitive stage, and the plan went smoothly. However, as subsequent species were able to drive higher and higher magical power, I found that they could pose a threat to the Cradle Facility, so I incorporated more functions into these modified bodies."
"I once had hopes that if the Celestial Seas could evolve to the point of being able to withstand a high-magic environment, the two questions you raised would be solved," it sighed here, "Unfortunately, the influence of magic on consciousness is two-way. The magic power that the controlled Celestial Seas can use so far is extremely limited. It relies more on high-quality genes and biotechnology. On the other hand, among the species that were eliminated, there may have been civilizations that could eventually evolve to break through the barrier."
Roland noticed that its voice was no longer as calm as before, but had some subtle changes.
"Perhaps as you said, the War of Divine Will, which prioritizes the protection of the Cradle, cannot produce the perfect life that was envisioned," the Guardian's tone was a little low, but it seemed to carry a sense of relief, "This plan was doomed to have no result from the beginning."