Black Shores.
The alarm had long echoed throughout Black Shores. Countless available Bloom Bearers gathered in the hall, quietly watching the huge projection inside the hall.
"Where has The Lament appeared this time?"
"It's not The Lament. I heard Septimont's high tide period has arrived."
"Isn't the high tide period there once every four years, and it's happened many times? Why did it trigger the alarm this time?"
"It seems the Threnodian Ovathrax has appeared in Septimont. The Dark Tide and Retroact Rain are overlapping, the situation is critical."
"What's critical about it? Look at the projection's image, you tell me if this is critical?"
Several Bloom Bearers stopped their whispering and looked up at the projection. It was Lupa's live stream in Quick Tone, real-time broadcasting everything happening in Septimont.
In the projection, on the empty plain were patches of golden Echoes. Noah threw out the terminal and absorbed the Echoes.
Suddenly, a Nightmare Thundering Mephis formed from the interwoven Dark Tide not far behind him, letting out a deep low roar.
Noah turned his head left and right, not seeing the Thundering Mephis behind him, and finally looked toward the camera, asking seriously:
"Did you hear any sound?"
"It's the Tacet Discord Thundering Mephis!"
In the Black Shores base, Encore suddenly shouted loudly, wanting to remind Noah, but instead drew the side glances of the crowd of Bloom Bearers.
In the projection, Noah was still facing the screen:
"All the other Overlord-class Tacet Discords have been eliminated. We must be careful of the last Tacet Discord on this plain. It's said to be extremely fast; we can't let it ambush us."
As he spoke, the Thundering Mephis approached Noah step by step, its footsteps extremely light.
"Ah—the Thundering Mephis is coming!" Encore shouted nervously.
Noah: "We need to find the Thundering Mephis, but I don't know where it is."
Encore: "Behind you, it's behind you!"
Noah: "Have you found it?"
Encore: "Right behind you, Wooly damn it, turn around quickly!"
"Stop making a fuss, Encore." A Bloom Bearer spoke to comfort: "No matter how loud you shout, the big brother in the projection can't hear you."
Just as the words fell, Noah slowly turned his head, while the Thundering Mephis, as if sensing the approach of death, hurriedly merged into the Dark Tide and disappeared.
Noah looked at the camera again, with a puzzled face: "I didn't see it. Where is it?"
Encore: "It merged into the Dark Tide, it hid in the Dark Tide, Wooly damn it!"
For a moment, the vast hall of Black Shores was quiet for a few seconds, then someone lightly laughed.
"This Savior guy is teasing our Encore."
"Originally there should have been a big crisis, but thanks to him, it seems we can lie back and win this time."
In the projection, Noah continued performing top-tier intellectual combat:
"If you see it, say: Thundering Mephis, don't move."
"Thundering Mephis, don't move!"
Encore clenched her fists and actually started seriously telling the Thundering Mephis not to move, causing the Bloom Bearers in the hall to laugh and cry.
Have to say, Encore is truly righteous!
Looking at the projection again, the authority of Time instantly froze the Nightmare Thundering Mephis. Noah pulled out the Moon Bow and directly swung it up.
That's right, arm gauntlets are used like this.
"It seems the crisis in Septimont this time is already over." A Bloom Bearer said relaxedly.
"Not yet."
Shorekeeper slowly entered the hall. Her face showed neither sorrow nor joy, yet inexplicably gave people a sense of worry:
"After detection, besides this group of Overlord-class Tacet Discords, there is still a Calamity-class frequency fluctuation hidden extremely deeply. This Calamity-class is secretly devouring the frequencies of those Overlord-class Tacet Discords."
She stopped her steps and stood in front of the Bloom Bearers:
"The frequency fluctuation of that Tacet Discord is getting stronger and stronger. Everyone please wait a moment longer. I am contacting Buling who is in charge of the Septimont area."
...
Deep in the Hunt Plains.
Angry roars echoed through the cavern.
"Leviathan!"
Ovathrax was furious, that millstone-sized black-purple eyeball trembling continuously:
"Why, why can Noah isolate the Retroact Rain, why can Noah cancel the lunar phases, why can Noah still anchor your Dark Tide creations, why did you never mention these things before?"
"I..." Leviathan felt guilty, the originally fingernail-sized fat-headed fish phantom shrinking to the size of a grain of rice:
"I don't know ah..."
"Delaying military intelligence, I won't spare you!"
A tormenting frequency was instantly injected by Ovathrax into Leviathan's phantom, causing the latter to burst out in agonizing wails:
"Ovathrax, Ovathrax! How dare you! How dare you treat me like this!"
"Hmph—if you still want to destroy Septimont, report all of Noah's ability intelligence thoroughly!"
Ovathrax glanced sideways at the surging Dark Tide in the cavern. Though its gaze was angry, it still held reason:
"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Tell me all of Noah's intelligence, then release the control rights of this False Sovereign's body, and let me take over."
"Alright—"
To destroy Septimont, Leviathan endured the severe pain and thoroughly informed of all of Noah's abilities that It knew, while beginning to try to manipulate its creation, the False Sovereign.
"As far as I know, Noah currently possesses Havoc, Separation, Space, Fusion, Time, Opal—"
"Hm?" Sensing Leviathan pause, Ovathrax unhappily questioned: "Why did you stop?"
"That..."
Leviathan awkwardly opened its mouth:
"I tried to have the Sovereign hand over the body control rights to you, but... it doesn't listen, and then I'm too weak now, still unable to force it..."
Indeed, hearing these words, Ovathrax flew into a rage again:
"Trash! Big trash! What's the use of you!"
As the saying goes, it's not scary to have a god-like opponent, but scary to have a pig-like teammate.
Ovathrax was very unfortunate, encountering both.
"I'll kill you!"
"Don't be hasty!"
Leviathan hurriedly stopped Ovathrax:
"I am the creator of the Sovereign. Even if I can't control it now, it doesn't dare not listen to my words. Let me first counsel it for a while!"
...
"Augusta..."
Augusta stood dazedly at the edge of the Hunt Plains, gazing from afar at Noah alone with one bow, sweeping across the Hunt Plains. A long-unheard low whisper sounded in her mind:
"...Look, he alone can easily quell the surging Dark Tide crisis. This is powerful, nearly perfect Resonating power..."
"And you, with the weak abilities of a human, you can almost do nothing. Even to protect your own nation, you have to request help from others."
"In the face of disaster, you nearly lost everything again, just like before... Don't refuse the god's gift anymore. Follow our guidance and return to Murmurstown..."
"Hoo..."
Augusta didn't pay attention to the voice in her mind, but her mood was still somewhat affected, becoming a bit low.
This high tide period, the crisis of Septimont's destruction, could probably be resolved.
It was clearly a good thing, but why did she still feel a bit lost?
If Noah alone could easily resolve the crisis that they regarded as the top major threat and had painstakingly worried about day and night, then—
Then the response plans they had thought of before, the strategies to defeat the enemy, and the hard practice day and night to become stronger... what did they count for?
Did these invested efforts all seem so ridiculous?
As the Ephor of Septimont, she suddenly seemed to become an outsider, only able to sit on the sidelines and watch, unable to do anything for her people.
This awkward feeling was like consecutively getting first place ninety-nine times, then on the hundredth time getting second, or third, or even being thrown to hundreds of places outside... making Augusta feel uncomfortable while also a bit self-ashamed.
If... if she could have powerful strength like him...
Thinking, thinking, Augusta became a bit dazed, not even noticing when someone had stood beside her.
"Some people are just like that, Ephor Augusta."
Avidius pointed at Noah on the Hunt Plains and slowly recounted his feelings:
"When you stand together with him, all the light will be taken away. He will shatter those self-important prides of yours, even make you submit."
"When you can't help but start looking up, a thought will arise—I am destined not to reach that height."
"Not everyone can reach that height and be famous through the ages. As long as you can be the protagonist of your own story, it is not a wasted life."
"..." Augusta was silent for a while, then nodded: "Thank you, I've learned."
Seeing Augusta's mood slightly relieved, Avidius changed the topic:
"I just came out from that small group in the Senate. Do you know what they were saying?"
"They said—" Avidius vividly performed those people's greedy and self-righteous posture:
"The Senate must win over Noah."