I Can Assimilate Everything-Chapter 221: Threat II

"What is the prophecy?"

From behind the recently assembled Atlantians, a figure emerged- grander than those present and his power so immense it caused the other Astral Core Ascension Atlantians to part instinctively.

This was one of the Tribe Kings, one of the Nine who ruled the Atlantian Behemoth Tribe.

A blue crown spun above his head as the Oracle of the Sea turned toward him, reverence in her eyes, and began to recite what had been passed down.

—

"Beware the Heart that hums beneath the skies,

Its song shall wake the drowned and make them rise.

The pools of Thalassara glisten false and bright,

But those who bathe shall steal our birthright.

An empire born not of soil but tide,

Will wash away the truths we hold with pride.

Let not the False Sea King wear crown or crest,

For his dream will shatter all we've blessed.

Strike before the flood consumes our name,

Or sink forgotten, stripped of power and flame."

…!

The prophecy was dire, urging immediate action, or risk being forgotten.

The Tribe King's expression darkened as he spoke.

"A False Sea King. If this is who we must eliminate, then we do so with great purpose and vindication. Do we know the location of this threat?"

His voice was deep, steady, already shifting into command.

The Oracle nodded without hesitation. "The Heart of the Sea can sense it. I can lead us straight to it."

…!

Her resolve was unshakable. She would do whatever it took to protect the sovereignty of the Thalassphere Arx.

No other force should be capable of threatening their dominion.

The Tribe King nodded grimly, turning toward the assembly. More Astral Core Ascension Atlantians arrived, including several other Tribe Kings.

"This concerns our very lineage and survival. None of us will be forgotten or drowned in the depths without rising again! So we prepare. Everything and everyone. Are you with me?!"

"HO!"

Fists slammed into chests, waves of power crashing around them.

"Are you with me?!"

"HO!"

But before more could be said,

"Wait."

BZZT!

A voice, feminine and commanding, sliced through the fervor.

Instantly, silence reigned.

All present turned and dropped to their knees, even the Oracle of the Sea, as a fair-skinned Atlantian woman with flowing golden hair appeared.

Aeonic Chains still shimmered faintly around her, yet her presence already surpassed Astral Core Ascension.

This, was the Sea Tribe Queen.

The ruler who stood above the Tribe Kings themselves.

Her golden-blue hair flowed like living strands of oceanlight, each lock glowing with bioluminescent hues that shifted with her mood as currently, they were chillingly cold.

Her eyes were radiant abysses, steeped in wisdom and a fury ancient enough to unsettle even the oldest Ancient Ones.

She wore scale-woven robes that shimmered like twilight upon the ocean, her upper body adorned in strands of pearls and barnacled gems that pulsed with deep-sea light. Her chest, vibrant and glorious, was barely veiled by glowing relics. Below, her mermaid tail gleamed, sleek, iridescent, power made manifest.

She glided forward with regal grace and halted before the pulsing Heart of the Sea.

Her presence was commanding, ethereal.

Then she spoke, calm and cold, every word cutting like tidecarved stone.

"The Primal Light of Darkness has spoken. We are to work with the Phoenixes regarding this rising threat. He has sensed it too. He wants our action to be clinical and absolute. There can be no defeat. Two continents of the Nine Supreme Forces shall move as one."

…!

"We will gather information. We must know everything about this False Sea King before we act."

Her voice softened, but her eyes sharpened.

"We must emerge victorious and secure our place upon this plane before chaos comes. We must be the ones ruling the lands, so we can protect them from what's to come."

BOOM!

The words of the Sea Tribe Queen reverberated with terrifying clarity as her gaze shifted toward the distant Everburn Aerie Continent.

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Planar Destiny.

A concept of wonder, misunderstood by most.

It was said to carry unfathomable luck to those who walked its line, changing fate with every step.

And yet, when one looked toward certain regions… that so-called luck looked more like a curse.

At this moment.

Hours before, a Skyborne Kingdom had seen day turn to night as a river of starlight descended and a glowing sea formed around it.

And it had traversed across the skies like this for some time...

Across the Cenotaph Wild Lands, not far from where the Thornveil Dynasty was, stood the Colony City of Green, technically under Thornveil's rule.

And now, less than fifty miles from its gates, a risen Ancient Land loomed.

An Ancient City pulled from the Evolutius Catacombs.

Its masters… the High Orcs.

At this moment.

Inside the Colony City of Green.

BOOM!

A building crumbled as a monstrous figure smashed through it, toppling steel and stone. Destruction fanned outward across the cityscape.

Screams tore through the air as thousands of mutilated bodies lay strewn across bloodied streets, High Orcs now moving among them.

Towering and powerful, the High Orcs embodied brute strength and battlefield grace. Their golden skin gleamed like polished bronze under moonlight, their eyes alight with gold fury. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

They wore ceremonial white leather and armor crafted from bone, muscles rippling with every movement.

Their eyes burned with conquest, tusks curled from powerful jaws, and their long braided hair was decorated with rings of gemstone and iron taken through blood.

They carried maces, hammers, obsidian clubs, and with precision, they had torn through the Colony City's defenders.

But it wasn't just war.

There was lust in their conquest. A hunger that echoed in the atrocities happening throughout the city.

A woman smashed through a building now lay coughing in a heap. She had green hair and eyes blazing with wrath and grief. Around her, a decaying Dharma Manifestation flickered, failing.

She looked up.

Floating in the sky above her, in pristine white robes and golden skin, was a High Orc radiating Astral Core Ascension energy.

A Luminblood Stage monster.

He smiled cruelly, Astral brilliance swirling behind him.

"Haha…"

The laughter chilled.

This was the ruler of the newly risen Ancient Orc Holy Land.

"In the Ancient Times," he said, voice dripping with venom, "human slaves were caged, bred, discarded. Why would you think now is any different? You need a reminder. A lesson in blood."

He looked down at her, his next words vile.

"Our plan is simple. Kill half the population. Then divide the rest. And you… will be one of my concubines."

…!

The green-haired Advanced Human, Sea Dharma King of the Thornveil Dynasty, a powerful Transcendent, trembled.

She wept silently, the only reason she was alive… was for him to torment her.

But she had to protect her people.

She had to.

But fear gripped her tighter than hope.

But, in the distance…far from here, a floating kingdom happened to be near.

A floating kingdom surrounded by rings of glowing water that speedily turned.

Its path… now set for the devastated Colony City below!