Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking-Chapter 518 Shattered Gates; Prince’s Arrival

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Cedric felt the presence before it even appeared...

And judging from the body language of the Paragons and the Chancellors, they too must've felt the same.

The first sign of the prince's arrival was the visible darkening of the waters. The previously black and white-colored tide suddenly turned pitch black near the entrance. This was a sign that the density of this void energy was far higher and harmful compared to the previous discharge.

What followed that was an alarming sense of crisis to all life within the Northwestern Guardian Camp and the fervent howling of the Void Creatures.

The living beings of the Primordial Chaos felt a grave threat to their lives. Creatures who were far more in tune with their instincts felt it screaming at them to run as far as they possibly could away from this place, or else their deaths would be miserable. The sense of alarm was so immense that it stumped them completely because they've never felt anything like it.

And then, he appeared...

Standing on two legs with his long and lanky arms swaying as he swaggered into the base, the Void Prince's physical form embodies darkness and emptiness itself, so much so that his form was distinguishable even with the pitch-black waters around him. His eyes were like torches that scanned every little detail of the area he's invading, regarding living creatures like pests that needed to be extinguished for the resurgence of the Eternal Silence.

He wasn't that large compared to his minions, but anybody with semi-functioning eyes could immediately tell that he's on a completely different level, so much so that a comparison wouldn't even be fair.

But what truly made him stand out amongst the rest was the halo hovering behind his head. A perfect circle that behaved like a black hole, swallowing everything into nothingness. Even the mere sight of it was harmful to some people.

As he appeared, the entire battlefield was silenced. All living creatures felt an intense dread upon his appearance, while the Void Creatures fervently worshipped his form in silence.

This was the majesty and absolute authority given to the Void Prince via the virtue of birthright. He represents the oldest entity, one that precedes even the Primordial Chaos itself.

Thump!

A faint sound disturbed the absolute silence in the field. It came from a soldier who collapsed on the ground, feeling weak just by the mere sight of the Void Prince. The soldier's face was pale, undoubtedly frightened and scared at whatever this creature would do.

And while he might be the first, he certainly wasn't the only one. Others were just better at hiding and controlling themselves. That said, the damage has been done. The mistake of showing weakness to the enemy would have far-reaching consequences starting from here.

The Void Prince looked indifferent despite this scene. He didn't even spend a single second longer than needed to regard that pitiful existence. Instead, he looked at the entrance he had just gone through and raised a hand.

Alarmed, the Paragons and the Chancellors tried to stop him, knowing that whatever this thing intended to do would be bad for them. Unfortunately, they're a beat too late because the prince already achieved his aim.

The entrance turned from an ordinary wormhole leading to the void to a massive spatial rift, one that has been completely devastated and outright ignored the durability of the Scarlet Division Wall.

This spatial rift was so large that it seemed that the skies above the northwestern camp were torn asunder.

Then, they heard a whisper coming from the prince. It's so faint that they could barely make it out, but Cedric did, and he understood what he said. It was a simple order, which translated to 'Come here.'

And with that signal, the void bled into the camp. The scene was like a waterfall pouring over a basin. The sheer volume of the void energy descending was too large and too dense, rendering their previous efforts of keeping the water levels stable.

Of course, the waterfall contained more creatures from the void, ones that are in fervent need to prove themselves to the prince and are willing to sacrifice their all to him.

This was bad. Really, really bad...

By now, everybody realizes that their camp was simply insufficient to contain the Void Prince's power. The worst part is that they can't call for reinforcements because the other camps are also under attack.

Facing this deadly waterfall of void that threatens to erase, or in void terms 'cleanse,' the camp from existence, the Ancient Titan Chancellor didn't hesitate to move.

Using his gigantic body, he blotted out the skies of the camp, enduring the erosion of the waterfall on his own.

One has to note that even for someone like him, this was fatal because the void density of this waterfall was comparable to that within the heart of the void. The waters were pitch black, after all, and the chancellor's void suit was not nearly durable enough to endure this erosion.

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His comrades didn't allow him to bear this burden alone. The Mystic Fae and Holy Spirit Chancellors, as well as a few other Paragons, looked after him. They did their best to minimize the damage on him while also redirecting the flow of the waterfall so that its pressure doesn't crush the camp completely or outright kill the ancient titan.

Others dealt with the new wave of void creatures pouring out of the rift. Unfortunately, there were too many of them, and it's impossible to contain them all.

This is, hands down, the worst void invasion the guardians have to deal with. It is so bad that all hopes of enduring or winning were snuffed out in their minds.

Yet still, they have to try anyway. Even if this was a losing battle, there's no way the guardians will just wait and accept their deaths just like that.

As for the Void Prince, he's seemingly content at simply watching the pests before him struggle for their lives. He would admit that seeing them resist the irresistible was amusing and fun, concepts that are new and strange to a creature like him.

The idea of letting them do their best and giving them hope only to snuff it out at the very last moment to make them realize how utterly useless their efforts were to begin with sounded exhilarating to him. And being the representative of the Void itself, he shares the same disgust and hatred towards the living, so why not have some fun for a bit? He wasn't in a hurry anyway.

There were only a few creatures that the prince could recognize here, and that's only possible only because of the memories he inherited from his mother.

The large lizards, the giant sentient rocks, the sharp-eared creatures, the pale ghosts, the multiple-limbed ones, and the raving dogs.

These creatures were the first sons of the Primordial Chaos, according to what he recalled. However, it seems that they've declined since then. They used to be more impressive than this, so much so that, through their combined efforts, even they could pose a problem to his mother.

Now, though, they're just a bunch of sad and pathetic creatures. They couldn't even stop him from tearing a rift in front of their faces. They also couldn't solve the problem he gave to them, which he did almost effortlessly. Honestly, they were too disappointing. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

Seeing how his minions swarmed the pathetic creatures that the Primordial Chaos dotes upon, he thought that it shouldn't take too long before they occupy this place and use it as a starting point to swallow the Primordial Chaos and usher the return of the Eternal Silence.

However, it seems that his estimations met some unexpected variables...

In his mind, this camp will last for an hour under this siege at maximum, given how they struggle to defend themselves against the swarm.

Yet to his surprise, even after an hour passed, the barriers that kept most of the pests protected from harm still stood tall and unshakable. Despite it being made from hard light, its durability might even surpass that of the Scarlet Division Wall at this point.

But how can that be, right? Was there something he was missing?

In addition to that, by all means, this camp should've been completely submerged under the sea of void by now, yet surprisingly, it still hasn't. Upon further checking, the rift was still pouring out great amounts of void energies, and it hasn't stopped.

Moreover, that giant rock that's bathing directly underneath the rift, shouldn't he be eroded to death by now? Sure, he's wearing that armor made from materials from his home that these pests stole, but from the prince's memories, it shouldn't be that durable, right?

The amount of void spilled so far should've been enough to form a tide that spreads way past the camps' walls. By logic, under this siege, this camp shouldn't have lasted and persisted for this long.

So what was going on here? What exactly was he missing? Could it be that these pests were more capable than they've previously shown, or was it due to something else entirely?