Chapter 143
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Chapter 143: A World Cannot Build an Anti-Chaos System
Loseta felt she was about to burst with "happiness"!
Huge joy bubbled like pent-up lava deep in her soul.
What brought her such great happiness and joy, besides the liberation of the Valaharl people, was just one thing…
"I helped."
"Giant God."
"You recognized me."
Wasn’t that right?
The Giant God not only defeated the arrogant etheric worm in one strike but also gently carried Loseta to the shore.
No doubt, the Giant God recognized the courage and deeds of the living saint, Loseta, through his actions!
What a glorious honor it was!
The great Giant God, shining with the sun’s light, was the "light" for all the Valaharl people and became the reason to live for nearly all of them after this "Bubble World" was freed.
Nothing was more thrilling than being acknowledged by the "meaning of existence."
Such glory deserved everyone’s respect and envy.
When Loseta’s "Climbing Mechs" touched down and she slowly stepped out barefoot onto the sandy ground…
"Wow—!"
The shore crowd knelt down in a dark sea!
Not only did the Valaharl people deeply admire this new living saint, but even the Solar Knights and Ashen Knights from the Giant God’s home, Themis, bowed on one knee to honor her!
To them, this was a true miracle!
"Look! She was so sacred!"
"Yes! The Giant God brought the living saint back to us himself; nothing could be holier!"
"Long live the Giant God!"
"Long live the living saint!"
Amid the cheers, Loseta slowly raised her left hand, her good arm.
Her pale palm faced out, quieting the warriors’ shouts.
"Giant God, there was an oracle!"
Loseta turned, stood tall with her full chest, and spread her natural left arm and mechanical right arm toward the huge Giant God.
The eager crowd lowered their heads excitedly.
Sure enough…
"Crash—Boom—Crackle—Pop—"
The thunderous noise echoed through Valaharl and in every soul.
Though the "voice of the soul" seemed to come from a "monosyllabic" tongue, it held a huge load of details; just hearing it without grasping it was enough to hurt one’s head.
However, this had not shocked the warriors present.
Accompanied by the monosyllabic "voice of the soul," abstract images suddenly flooded everyone’s minds. Every character, every radical, every detail seemed to hold the mysteries of creation!
The overwhelming information nearly drove them all mad!
A joyous madness!
Nearly everyone saw their confusion and weaknesses mirrored in those strange yet solemn, twisted yet sacred glyphs—and glimpsed their own strength and glory!
Yet the divine gift demanded its price.
“Uh…”
“Hmm…”
“Cough, cough…”
Warriors strained beyond limit began bleeding from nose and mouth, barely holding on.
The Giant God’s warm, gentle yet crushing divine presence worsened their torment. Soon, blood vessels burst in some warriors’ eyes; blood oozed from their pores!
At last…
“Phew…”
The abstruse, profound, eerie, and solemn “Sermon of the Giant God” finally ended.
The divine weight crushing their souls vanished instantly!
“Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—!”
With the Giant God’s thunderous footsteps and the roar of churning waves, it returned to the sea, swimming into the distance.
Only warriors dazed in shock, agony, and ecstasy remained.
The first to recover was the newly anointed Chosen One, Loseta.
“This is…”
“The Giant God’s plan!”
“Officially revealed…”
“The Great Expedition!”
Though deciphering the cryptic oracle felt like searing her mind, Loseta found inexplicable rapture in hearing the Giant God’s "sacred voice" and witnessing the "divine script" imprinted on her soul.
Let her brain burn—so long as she could glimpse more, hear more, comprehend more!
“Hear the Way in the morning, die content at night.”
She saw no strangeness in her reaction, only pure "loyalty"—filling her with delight.
“Moreover…
“The pain is worthy!”
“The oracle is understood!”
Standing atop the towering Climbing Mechs, she cried out to the surrounding warriors with divine fervor:
“Giant God! Great Expedition!”
"Giant God! Stand with us!"
"Five Hundred Worlds! Myriad worlds!"
"All shall kneel!"
Though the Valaharl people’s reserved nature left Loseta lacking in eloquence and disinclined to speak,
the oracle had genuinely reached every heart!
"Long live the Giant God!"
"Long live!"
Yet another extraordinary moment!
Though Sulya and Albert Drake often contemplated the Giant God’s "Great Plan" and "Great Expedition," and though the Giant God silently enacted these visions, He’d never delivered explicit guidance to His warriors.
Even within the "Bubble World" Themis, "conservatives" arose under the Giant God’s banner, touting slogans like "One world suffices to purge Chaos" and "Glorious isolation."
Deceptively persuasive.
War-weary citizens yearned for peace, reluctant to send loved ones to battlefields.
Crushing wartime taxes bred discontent among rising elites.
Such division shouldn’t exist among Giant God’s faithful. The Judgment Knights ought to have purged them.
Many Purity Officers tried.
Yet the Holy Light from the Sun revealed most "glorious isolation" adherents weren’t Chaos collaborators but pious believers—despite some demonic infiltrators.
The Holy Light proved ineffective against them.
This was purely a conflict of paths.
Ultimately, without concrete divine commands, and with the living saint merely interpreting the Giant God’s will, loopholes emerged.
Deeper investigation revealed these "ideological currents" ran frighteningly deep—
Beyond Sulya and the Purity Officers’ capacity to handle.
In night’s stillness, faint whispers sometimes echoed in Sulya’s soul: "Where did he wander off?" "Abandoned us for his pleasures," "Why avoid me?" "You promised this was home," "Return to us, woo woo woo…"
Neither the Giant God’s voice nor demonic trickery.
Sulya theorized these "whispers" stemmed not from individuals, but from errant currents within the Will of the World, touching mortal minds.
Only the Giant God Himself could quell such wayward thoughts.
Now, resolution came.
The Giant God had issued explicit orders.
The living saint’s interpretation stood vindicated.
The conquest of the Five Hundred Worlds had merely begun!
"Praise the Giant God!"
"The Giant God truly foresaw! Defense and survival alone cannot defeat Chaos—they will resurge!"
"Aye! To vanquish Chaos, we advance! Advance! Advance at all costs!"
Although the Valaharl people weren’t talkative and kept mostly silent, their breathing quickened.
The Giant God’s oracle meant even more to them!
If the war never ended, if the Giant God’s will reached other worlds, then these parentless souls would gain another purpose in life!
“Great is the Giant God!”
The Valaharl people’s unified, low, solemn yet unwavering prayer echoed like thunder across the entire world of Valaharl.
—-
Fortune seemed to favor them twice over.
Meanwhile, within the net path, the battlefield shifted as the etheric serpent fell.
The larvae of the Outer Gods from the Void couldn’t withstand the mortal fleets flooding in like an ocean tide, gradually retreating.
Albert Drake led the "Ether Navy" in relentless, storm-like assaults.
But the "Chief Living Saint" Sulya wasn’t fighting.
She was overseeing repairs.
“Hurry!”
“Use the magically endowed fiber gifted by the Giant God to coat this section! Seal it!”
Under Sulya’s command, big-bellied Trilobite warships scurried across the net path wall.
These "engineer ships" carried vast amounts of silk thread within their swollen bellies, spitting it out to reinforce the inner wall.
With enemies driven back, the ships climbed the damaged sections, carefully laying silk threads to patch the net path wall.
If these "silk threads" entangled the inner wall, even a mighty Ether Dragon couldn’t breach it.
The magically treated coating would also hasten the wall’s hardening, forming a solid shell to bar entry from the Chaos Demon God and other chaotic intruders.
“Almost there.”
Urgency and joy sparked in Sulya’s eyes.
Sealing the wall would close the breach; chaos could no longer send troops into the net path!
Victory was within reach.
But then…
“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”
“No—!”
“Ah!”
Crew screams echoed through the Soul Network. The nearly sealed gap tore open violently, widening!
