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Fragment Guidance
Half a day later, the inheritance process concluded, and the surging energy within the space gradually calmed. Kayla felt the torrential thunder power surging inside her body and couldn't wait to speak: "Hey, Medusa! This inheritance is really intense! Thank you so much!"
Fa immediately followed: "Medusa! We're going to the Starfall Land! Where is that place? How do we get there? Do you know?"
"Starfall Land?" Rhea Medusa raised an eyebrow. "That cursed, broken place? It's the legendary site where the Heart of the Stars first shattered. The space there is extremely unstable, filled with spacetime turbulence and monsters left from ancient battlefields—very dangerous. Why are you going there?"
"We need to find a piece of star fragment there, and also locate Kayla's father," Fa replied without going into detail about the Guardian Tree or the world crisis, but her tone was resolute.
Medusa shrugged: "Fine, if you want to court death, that's your freedom." She pointed at Fa. "The location of Starfall Land is erratic; its spatial coordinates are obscured by chaotic energy fields. Conventional methods can't find it at all—unless you accidentally stumble into it. However…"
She extended her hand, and the five star fragments in her possession, together with the six fragments Fa already carried—a total of eleven uniformly sized, differently colored star fragments—flew toward Fa as if summoned, slowly orbiting around her.
"Use your Star Pupil power to sense them and guide their resonance," Medusa said. "There is an innate origin connection between star fragments, and Starfall Land is their birthplace. When enough fragments gather in the hands of a Star Pupil inheritor, they will instinctively point the way home."
Fa took a deep breath, closed her left eye, and sank her entire mind into the Star Pupil in her right eye. The halo within the Star Pupil accelerated its flow. She stretched out both hands, palms upward, and her spiritual power extended like invisible tendrils, gently enveloping the eleven star fragments circling her.
Buzz… buzz… buzz…
The eleven fragments simultaneously emitted faint tremors. Their glow shifted from soft to brilliant. It was as if they had been awakened from slumber, sensing the power of their shared origin and the distant, mysterious call. The light from the fragments intertwined and drew toward one another. Under Fa's spiritual guidance, they began to move in a profound, mysterious trajectory.
Gradually, eleven starlight points converged and elongated above Fa's palm, eventually weaving together into a three-dimensional star map composed entirely of starlight! At the core of the star map was a constantly rotating chaotic point of light, radiating an aura of destruction and rebirth. A clear "path," paved with the most brilliant starlight, extended from their location in the void, piercing through the barrier of stellar space, pointing to an unimaginably distant coordinate located on the northwestern edge of the continent of Mulet, deep within the endless storm sea!
"That's… Starfall Land!" Yuyuer stared at the chaotic light point and the distinct path. The crystal ball in her arms vibrated intensely, giving a definitive confirmation. That place was filled with chaotic stellar energy and shattered world laws—perfectly matching the description the crystal ball sensed.
Frontline Blaze: Three More Cities Fall
Just as Fa successfully activated the fragments and obtained guidance from the Starfall Land, the flames of war were burning even more fiercely on the distant front lines of the Murlet continent.
The Allied Forces Headquarters, in the city of Mrest. The atmosphere was as oppressive as the deathly silence before a storm. On the massive holographic strategic map, in the blue areas representing the Allied-controlled territory, three shockingly large, crimson gaps reappeared in the northwest and southwest!
"Urgent report! Confirmed! Blackstone Fortress, Ironforge City, and Windwhisper Fortress… fell successively eight hours ago!" The communications officer's voice trembled with despair, shattering the silence in the command room.
The holographic feed switched to footage captured at great risk by frontline reconnaissance units:
Blackstone Fortress: This dwarven stronghold, famous for its indestructible obsidian walls, was now completely enveloped by countless madly growing crimson Blight Vines. The vines, like red-hot pythons, radiated terrifying heat that melted massive holes through the supposedly unmeltable obsidian. Inside the city, thick smoke billowed; burning buildings and twisted metal wreckage were everywhere. In the footage, tens of thousands of "Incinerators"—mutated soldiers embedded with flashing red metal tubes, spewing high-temperature steam and flames—were herding lines of ashen-faced dwarven captives toward a gigantic, furnace-like flesh-and-blood structure at the city center…
Ironforge City: This human industrial metropolis built around a massive lava lake, once a key Alliance weapons production hub, was now shrouded in thick dark-green toxic clouds. Countless dark-green Blight Vines, like enormous parasitic worms, had rooted deeply along the lava lake's edge, greedily absorbing geothermal energy while secreting cascading corrosive venom that rapidly dissolved steel factories, smelting pipes, and defensive structures. On the city streets, large numbers of "Corroded Walkers"—their skin ulcerated and melting, yet still shambling forward under the neural control of the vines' toxins—could be seen. Several enormous "Ironjaw" mechs swung alloy pincers and venom sprayers, clearing out the last pockets of resistance.
Windwhisper Fortress: The elegant elven stronghold built at the junction of forest and canyon was now a frozen domain of death. Pale-blue Blight Vines, like glacial pythons, covered the entire canyon and fortress, radiating soul-freezing extreme cold. The exquisite elven architecture was encased in thick, never-melting pale frost, resembling gigantic ice sculptures. Countless elven warriors and refugees, their faces frozen in expressions of terror, stood rigid on streets and walls—ghastly death statues. Some "Frost Giants"—mutated beings covered in ice-crystal armor, slow-moving but immensely powerful—were using massive ice hammers to smash open the frozen warehouse doors…
"Where… where are the defenders?!" a human general roared, eyes bloodshot.
"Blackstone Fortress Alliance garrison… including 30,000 dwarven troops… all perished in defense of the city! Not a single one retreated!" The communications officer's voice choked.
"Ironforge City… the city lord activated the final smelter self-destruct sequence… perishing together with the enemy commander in the core zone… but… the city has completely fallen… production lines destroyed…"
"Windwhisper Fortress… Ranger-General Aelariel led the last 'Moonshadow Guard' in a suicidal charge… attempting to destroy the vine core weakness… failed… entire unit annihilated… fortress lost…"
The command room fell into dead silence, broken only by heavy breathing and stifled sobs. Three more major strongholds lost! Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians buried in flames, venom, and ice! The defensive line torn open again—the enemy vanguard now one step closer to the heartland of the continent! A heavy cloud of despair pressed down on every heart.
Elven Queen Sylvia Sunshine stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city outside shrouded in war clouds. Her emerald eyes were filled with deep sorrow and worry. In her hand she clutched an encrypted communication crystal containing a brief message transmitted by Sasha's hawk after Fa's team created chaos in Xiangxi Port: "Target confirmed. Deep in Rixi City. May the stars guide."
"Lord Fa… Arya… children…" the queen murmured softly, "you must… succeed…"
Meanwhile, above the fallen Windwhisper Fortress, inside a black command fortress flying a huge crimson "Doomsday Rebirth" flag, a figure wrapped in robes woven from living red, blue, and green vines—like a living mummy—wearing a wooden mask (Mandralas) looked down with satisfaction at the ice-blue vines devouring the fortress below. A holographic communicator beside him lit up, projecting the blurry yet dignified silhouette of Roman Chronos.
"Well done, Mandralas," Roman's metallic voice said. "The western front's advance speed has exceeded expectations. The eastern front is also under heavy pressure. In a short while, the Alliance's resistance will be stretched to the breaking point."
"It is my honor to offer humble service to the great cause, my lord," Mandralas replied through the mask, his voice hoarse and cold like rustling dead leaves. "The 'Root Network' is spreading toward the continent's core. Soon, The whole of Murret will be under our control.."
"Do not be careless," Roman's phantom warned, his gaze seeming to pierce through space. "The Star Pupil… that Stellar Inheritor… what is their status?"
"Lady Medusa seems quite interested in that Star Pupil girl for now; no further updates have come back," Mandralas answered respectfully. "As for the others, they are insignificant before our grand army."
"Keep close watch on the Star Pupil," Roman emphasized. "Her awakening is the greatest variable in the plan. If necessary… authorize the use of the 'Final Weapon.'" The communication cut off.
Beneath the mask, Mandralas's gaze turned southeast, as if piercing through layers of space to the vine-covered ruins of Rixi City. "Star Pupil girl… the strongest monster of Doomsday Rebirth, 'Medusa'… let's see how you handle this…" He let out a low, ambiguous chuckle as the command fortress slowly vanished into the thick toxic clouds.
The frontline fires burned fiercer, while Fa's team—having just gained new power and direction deep behind enemy lines—now clearly understood the mission on their shoulders and the crisis targeting them. Starfall Land, that forbidden realm where the stars fell, became their next objective and the key to resisting Doomsday Rebirth and finding a chance for the world's survival. Time had never been so pressing.
Encirclement and Overwhelming Presence
At this moment inside the starspace, gentle starlight flowed like a galaxy, illuminating every corner. Fa's group sat cross-legged in this tranquil hall. Their injuries had recovered seven or eight tenths under the dual nourishment of Lin Ya's natural spirit power and the stellar origin force contained within the space. Though soul exhaustion had not fully dissipated, the aura each person emanated was noticeably more solid and powerful than before. The stellar inheritance baptism had elevated their attributes and strength on a fundamental level.
Fa stood up and looked toward Rhea Medusa. The red-haired woman was leaning against a starlight stone, idly playing with the "Thousand Peaks" pendant at her neck, her amber eyes flickering with faint boredom.
"Medusa, thank you for the inheritance," Fa said solemnly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. Though the process had been hellish, this gift of power gave her greater confidence for the journey ahead. "We should leave now. Starfall Land is our next destination."
Medusa stretched lazily and stood, patting her leather armor. She glanced at Fa, the corner of her mouth curling into an amused smile. "Seeing you all in such a hurry, I suppose I can give you a lift."
Everyone was stunned. TISK scratched his thick beard and rumbled, "Give us a lift? You, a leader of Doomsday Rebirth, aren't planning to pull something midway, are you? We're not that easy to fool."
Kayla grinned, showing sharp canines, faint blue arcs dancing on her thunder claws: "Heh, if you want another fight, this lady's happy to oblige! But this time, I won't hold back."
Medusa burst into hearty laughter, the sound bold and unrestrained. "You little rascals sure have wild imaginations! I'm bored to death. This continent is full of war, and Doomsday Rebirth's nonsense is annoying. It's been ages since I last visited Starfall Land—perfect timing to tag along and see if anything fun happens. Relax, if I wanted to make a move, you'd already be lying down." She winked mischievously. "Besides, I couldn't care less about Roman's plans. I joined Doomsday Rebirth purely for entertainment."
Fa frowned slightly. Golden light flashed in her Star Pupil as she tried to read Medusa's intentions, but the other's aura was deep as an abyss—impossible to probe.
"You're… really just bored?"
"Of course!" Medusa shrugged. "What else would it be? Come on, stop dawdling."
The group exchanged glances. Though doubtful, Medusa's strength was overwhelming—if she truly harbored malice, they had no way to resist. Moreover, Starfall Land's location was too erratic; reaching it on their own would take far too long. Arya spoke softly: "Fa, since she's willing to help, let's accept it. But stay vigilant."
Fa nodded: "Alright. Let's go."
Medusa smiled in satisfaction and casually waved her right hand. The starspace barrier rippled like water, and a massive spatial rift slowly opened, revealing the outside world—the ruins of the laboratory buried under Ten Thousand Vines Tomb.
"Out you go," Medusa said, stepping through first.
The others followed. When the last person left the peaceful domain built of starlight, their feet touched the edge of the enormous fissure Medusa had cleaved at the top of Ten Thousand Vines Tomb. The cold night wind carried the acrid stench of gunpowder, molten metal, and the sickly-sweet rot of vines, brutally dragging them from the dreamlike star realm back to harsh reality.
The scene before them was even more suffocating than when they left. The giant fissure was like a ferocious scar on the earth, its edges still flowing with not-fully-solidified dark-red molten metal, radiating scorching heat. Below the fissure lay bottomless darkness, with faintly visible twisted alloy supports and countless shattered incubation pods—the death factory where they had just fought desperately. Above the fissure, dense clusters of figures completely surrounded them!
Thousands of Doomsday Rebirth soldiers in standard gray-black alloy light armor, wielding energy rifles, filled every possible foothold among the ruins and broken building heights like a cold metallic tide. Their eyes were vacant and numb, rifle muzzles glowing with charged light, all aimed squarely at Fa's group on the fissure's edge.Even more chilling are the hundreds of "mutant winged beings" hovering low in the air! These modified beings, with their metallic membrane wings and skin that is a mixture of deathly gray and dark red, hold energy spears or rotating machine guns that gleam with a cold light in their hands. Their scarlet electronic eyes are locked on the ground below, like a flock of vultures, ready to swoop down and tear them apart at any moment.
The air was taut as a fully drawn bowstring; murderous intent almost tangible. Leading them was a mid-rank officer in a scarlet energy-patterned uniform, his face covered by a ferocious insect-mandible mask. He stepped forward, slamming his right fist against his left chest in a standard Doomsday Rebirth salute. His voice, amplified through a modulator, carried a metallic rasp:
"Lady Medusa! Seventh Legion Vice-Commander, Ironjaw Crozer, pays respects! Thank you for appearing in time to intercept these Alliance infiltrators!" His gaze passed over Fa's group and landed on Medusa with forced reverence as he bowed slightly.
He paused, then turned his eyes back to Fa's team, killing intent surging: "These invaders destroyed a core experimental site and slaughtered our troops—they are the organization's mortal enemies! I earnestly request that Lady Medusa hand them over to my custody! They will be ground to dust as a warning to others!" Behind him, the soldiers advanced in unison; the hum of charging energy rifles merged into a low, deadly drone. The winged ones' membrane wings vibrated at high speed, producing piercing shrieks.
Fa's group instantly entered combat readiness. Kayla's beast pupils gleamed ferociously, thunder arcs leaping on her claws; TISK planted his lava hammer, ice-fire patterns flowing; Arya half-drew her storm bow; Zhamisi's venom fang daggers glinted green; green sprouts stirred at Lin Ya's feet; Celestia's six wings slightly spread, wind-thunder power swirling; Rex's armor weapon bays slid open; Salsa's mechanical cat eyes locked onto the airborne winged ones; Yuyuer's crystal ball glowed blue. Only Fa calmly scanned the enemy formation with her Star Pupil, searching for possible breakthroughs and watching Medusa's reaction.
Medusa's response, however, was completely unexpected.
She acted as if she hadn't heard the officer's murderous declaration at all—not even bothering to lift an eyelid. She lazily picked at her ear with her pinky, then blew gently on her fingertip as though flicking away invisible dust. Only then did she slowly raise her amber eyes, sweeping over the dense encirclement with the disdain one might show a swarm of annoying ants, finally settling on Vice-Commander Ironjaw Crozer.
"Oh? Hand them over for disposal?" Medusa's voice dripped with sleepiness and undisguised mockery. "Have you all lived too long?" She stretched dramatically, joints popping. "These few little guys—" she casually jerked a thumb toward Fa's wary group behind her "—I find them interesting. I'm taking them somewhere to have some fun. Right now, immediately—" her tone suddenly turned icy, like a northern gale "—take your people, and those noisy flies in the sky, and get the hell out of my sight!"
The moment the final word left her mouth, the terrifying aura Medusa had kept restrained—like a dormant volcano—erupted without reservation!
Buzz—!!!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, as though an ancient slumbering deity had awakened, exploded outward with Medusa at its center! This aura far surpassed anything she had shown during her earlier "battle" with Fa's group! It was no longer mere force—it was an absolute majesty originating from the essence of life itself, capable of crushing everything and forcing all things to submit! Heavy as mountains, sharp as a blade that splits the heavens, explosive as a volcano's core, swift as lightning tearing chaos! Four laws (metal, fire, thunder, and her own unfathomable pure power) fused perfectly, forming a tangible force field that distorted space itself!
"Urgh—!"
"Thud!"
"Boom!"
In an instant, within a hundred-meter radius centered on Medusa, every Doomsday Rebirth soldier—whether ground troops or low-flying winged ones—was struck as if by an invisible billion-ton hammer! Alloy light armor groaned under unbearable strain, twisting and deforming! Before they could even scream, their eyes rolled back, blood sprayed from their mouths, and they collapsed like felled wheat—kneeling, falling in droves! The powerful mutated winged ones plummeted like broken birds, soul-fire shrieking as they crashed into the ground with dull thuds! The entire encirclement collapsed instantly amid wails and clanging metal!
Even Fa's group behind Medusa, caught off guard by the overwhelming pressure, groaned as knees buckled, nearly forced to kneel! Kayla's beast soul giant phantom was violently suppressed back into her body; TISK felt his proud strength reduced to dust; Celestia's wind-thunder power was pinned down; Rex's armor blared overload warnings! Arya, Yuyuer, Zhamisi, and Lin Ya turned deathly pale, their souls trembling under the aura! Only Fa, relying on the newly fused stellar power in her Star Pupil (especially the compatible metal, fire, and thunder), barely held her ground. Her right eye's halo spun frantically to offset part of the pressure, yet cold sweat still beaded on her forehead. Salsa's soul form fluctuated wildly, nearly retreating deep into her mechanical cat shell.
In this moment, they truly, viscerally understood: Medusa's earlier "battle" with them had really been… nothing more than bored amusement. The power she displayed now was the true might of a "Stellar Inheritor"! The gap between them was like firefly to bright moon, mortal to deity!