Village Head's Debauchery-Chapter 1315: The Secrets Of The Vylkr Armour, The Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Friend

Suddenly, she disappeared into thin air, leaving no trace of her presence in the area.

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Paradise Realm

Unknown Planet,

Nyzzorrak landed on the other side of the Spiritual Link Point; his body was battered and beaten.

He was furious. He had never been treated with such a level of disrespect in his entire life.

"I will kill all of them!" he growled, rising to his feet as he assessed his surroundings.

"Where is this place?" Nyzzorrak frowned.

He could sense the entirety of the planet he was currently on. There was no sign of Vylkr vines or Vylkr energy.

Was this... a sanctuary?

No. It couldn't be.

Nyzzorrak could feel the vastness of this realm. The laws here were similar to the Material Realm laws, yet they were distinct.

No known sanctuary was this vast.

None possessed the complexities he was now perceiving.

This wasn't the Spirit Realm, nor was it the Material Realm. It was an entirely different realm altogether.

Suddenly, a presence appeared from above.

Nyzzorrak's eyes narrowed in alarm as he sensed the terrifying aura descending upon him.

In desperation, he tried to unleash his Vylkr energy. As long as he could corrupt this world with Vylkr energy, his chances of survival would increase drastically, even against the overwhelming odds.

But in that very moment, the terrifying aura crushed down on him from all directions, seizing him.

It was as though the world he stood in had frozen—isolated from the vast cosmos he had sensed earlier.

This power was beyond anything he had ever encountered, second only to the Creator himself.

Then, a strange force pierced into his mind.

Every attempt to resist or purge it from his body ended in utter failure.

For the first time in tens of thousands of years, Nyzzorrak felt fear.

Orion, General Reynold, and Oberon appeared in the sky above the Vylkr spawn.

"They did well, delivering the Vylkr spawn to us intact," General Reynold said with genuine appreciation.

He was beginning to reconsider—perhaps allowing the ancient goddesses to remain permanently in the Paradise Realm wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Now, we just need to wait for the Mysteries of the Twelve-Step Stairs to extract the information we need."

Orion nodded.

He had received the message she left him.

A wedding gift.

He couldn't help but smile. He had given her a daunting task, and she had handled it flawlessly. Perhaps he had allowed his prejudice against the ancient gods to cloud his judgment of her.

But now, she had proven her sincerity, standing boldly against the Vylkr spawns and even their creator, Naka. There was no longer any reason for him to withhold his own.

He watched as the crimson suit of armour expanded and contracted with the flesh inside, reacting violently to the suppression exerted by the Mysteries of the Twelve-Step Stairs.

Strands of Vylkr energy burst into the atmosphere, fracturing the space above and shattering the ground below. Yet it remained suppressed.

In the Material Realm, such an event would have been impossible—unless the Divine Mysteries had manifested its Will directly.

Though Orion was uncertain of the exact cost the Divine Mysteries paid to manifest its Will, from what he'd learned from General Reynold and Oberon, it was no small feat.

"How is this possible?" Nyzzorrak gasped, his voice strained. He could feel his mind and body being torn apart, bit by bit.

He still had his revenge to take—against those goddesses, the Spirit Beasts, and the mysterious beings who ambushed him.

He couldn't die in such a disgraceful manner.

But slowly, Nyzzorrak felt his consciousness slipping.

He regretted coming here without first sending a clone to scout the situation. He had been overconfident.

And now, it was too late.

Nyzzorrak's last thread of consciousness faded.

He was dead.

All that remained was a cracked crimson armor, filled with inky-black organs corrupted by Vylkr energy.

"Now, let's see what information we've managed to extract from it," General Reynold said.

He and Oberon felt a surge of information flood into their minds.

They both frowned.

General Reynold quickly sorted through the influx and began transferring it to Orion, little by little, so as not to overwhelm him.

As Orion processed the information, he couldn't help but be astonished.

The Vylkr spawn that just died was a homunculus, crafted from various biomaterials gathered from races across the realms.

These creatures were mass-produced and engineered to adapt to the volatile nature of Vylkr energy from the very moment of their creation. One of the primary components in the biomaterial used to create these homunculi was human tissue.

Some Vylkr entities were also constructed with human biomaterial as a core component. The rest were evolved lifeforms bred from the Vylkr vines. Like them, they mindlessly pursued consumption and evolution, attacking any perceived threat.

However, due to their unpredictable nature, they were only used sparingly.

In other words, these were terrifying abominations, capable of threatening all life if ever released.

Yet, a Vylkr entity had been sent to their Village even before the Vylkr spawns had arrived.

Orion shuddered to think of the catastrophe that might have unfolded if not for Oberon's presence.

He had already received scattered reports about the state of humans beyond the Village, how few and weak they were. So rare were they; one couldn't find a single human in any of the Runaway Cities that had pledged allegiance to Paradise.

He had once considered searching for them and bringing them back to the Village, but the opportunity had never come.

One crisis had followed another, derailing all his plans.

Now, regret tugged at his heart.

Another revelation from the memories detailed how the Vylkr spawns were able to utilize the Laws of the Universe. They employed a corrupted artefact formation—known as a Vylkr Artefact Formation—in a ritual to forge Vylkr armour.

This armour served as a proxy to resonate with the Laws of the Universe on their behalf.

However, even with this armour, the Vylkr spawns could not directly comprehend or grasp the Laws. The only way they could do so was by taking them from those who had.

Due to the devouring nature of Vylkr energy, which allowed for adaptive evolution, the Vylkr armour was crafted with the ability to consume a Law from a divine being who had fully integrated it into their being.

The consumed Law would then become part of the Vylkr spawn's own essence. The armour worked in tandem with the Vylkr entities, aiding them in their ascent to godhood.

Orion's expression shifted into one of sheer disbelief.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself for the shocking revelations stored in a Vylkr spawn's memory, the truth still left him speechless.

Without hesitation, he summoned the Vylkr armour.

It materialized before him in a cascade of flickering black light.

Staring at the full suit of inky-black armour he had previously set aside, a storm of emotions surged within him.

When they had first recovered it during their initial clash with the Vylkr spawns, he knew the armour was special. But never had he imagined that he'd been holding the key to godhood in his hands all along, completely unaware.

Suddenly, excitement surged within him. With the corpse of the Vylkr spawn before him, if he donned the Vylkr armour and followed the proper process, it would become more than just an artefact.

It would literally become a part of him, a tool he could use to comprehend the Laws of the Universe and ascend.

The Village could potentially replicate this method.

However, before anything, he would speak with General Reynold, Oberon, and the Mysteries of the Twelve-Step Stairs to see if there was a way to lessen the limitations or corrupting effects of the Vylkr armour.

There was more.

Another piece of information detailed the conflict between the Divine Corps and the Spirit Beasts Coalition. Initially, the coalition had formed to repel the Divine Corps, who were aggressively invading and seizing lands.

But through the Vylkr spawns, they discovered insider knowledge: the actual reason behind the Divine Corps' expansion.

It was linked to the final resting place of an Omnithriallian.

This confirmed what Ilse had told him about the Omnithriallians.

Perhaps... the Omnithriallian were all hidden within the Spirit Realm.

One must never underestimate the value of an Omnithriallian's corpse. Naka had used such a body to usher in the era of man-made gods. Some of them still live even now.

More importantly, it was one of the primary components used in creating the Mysteries of the Twelve-Step Stairs.

Its other uses were unknown, but its value remained incalculable.

It was unclear what the Divine Corps intended to do with it, but whatever it was, it had been enough to spark a significant shift across all realms.

This was why the Spirit Beasts Coalition had united against the Divine Corps. Neither side trusted the other, and both were already preparing to fight over the Omnithriallian resting place once the Divine Corps had been removed from the equation.

A classic example of 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.'

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Author's Note