Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

357 Splattering Sounds
The instant the deceased infant rotated its head, an exceptionally perilous feeling commenced to emerge in William’s heart.

It was a dangerous omen like when he faced four Void Sovereigns at the same time in the Moon Realm—it was a feeling that could truly threaten his life.

Floral’s speech still echoed in his ears. The Living Saint of the Holy Spirits Church was still hanging in front of him, unable to move. The mood hadn’t changed—there was no abnormal mana gathering, nor was there the “strange texture” signaling the appearance of a powerful Lunar Monster.

The Living Saint who was still struggling suddenly stopped as if he had sensed something. He looked at William in confusion and asked, “Do you feel…”

However, before he could finish speaking, his entire body began to tremble violently.

No, it wasn’t that his entire body began to tremble, but that the entire hall began to quake violently.

It wasn’t akin to the rippling sensation of an earthquake, but as if they were inside the body of a newly roused behemoth—when the behemoth was still slumbering, insignificant mortals regarded it as a treasure trove for their restoration. Over the lengthy years, they deemed everything here a matter of course, an unchanging entity. However, when the behemoth awoke, all extant order would be upended.

The flesh walls around the hall began to slowly and forcefully squirm. Layers of transparent membranes filled with blood vessels sealed the only entrance into the hall.

The originally dim light began to extinguish bit by bit, and the entire hall fell into deep darkness.

Pa!

It was like the sound of a basin of water falling from a high place and hitting the hard ground.

Pa! Pa! Pa…

This bizarre sound came from all directions.

Light Prayer

William raised his magical medium and tried to use light spells to illuminate the hall.

The spell soundlessly delineated itself in midair, but under the complete purview of the Ironstone Oath, the mana unleashed by Light Prayer, a Light-type spell—which harnessed untarnished Creatons—passed away and deteriorated into metallic shards before drifting down like volcanic ash.
The immense mana illuminated the hall for a moment, but William saw where the unsettling voice came from.

Countless pink translucent threads hung from the ceiling, wrapping the Forest Elves in the hall like mummies. Some were trying to break free, and some were already tightly bound by the threads.

The firmly trussed mummies would levitate in midair before promptly inflating into entire cocoons. Ultimately, they detonated with a crack, prompting the semi-turbid liquid with heat signatures within to plummet to the ground with a bang.

In just a short while, more than 30% of the Forest Elves in the hall had died.

A warm sensation enveloped William like a liquid. Then, a faint smell of blood filled his nose.

It was as if the entire hall had really turned into a delivery room.

William had never seen such a situation, but he could roughly guess what had happened.

This World Tree, which took the form of a pregnant woman, symbolized the core of the hall they were in—the female giant’s womb.

When She took action, this core was Her power furnace, the core of Her existence. All Her actions had to center around this symbol.

Given that the Forest Elf bodies in this timeline were corpse marionettes manipulated by the Lady of Starvation, when the World Tree commenced “retracting” its powers from them, it naturally signified that Camilla intended on participating personally.

Despite the Moon Realm rift created by the crumpled Astral Lighthouse being far from ample for a Void Sovereign’s corporeal form to stride into Currere, if Currere possessed a formidable vessel, the Void Sovereign’s powers could directly descend through a conduit like the Void Incarnation.

“She sure knows how to choose the perfect timing…” William cursed softly.

The Ironstone Oath was in its activated state, and as a magic chanter, it was impossible for him to fight a Void incarnation while under the effects of a magic nullification domain.

William planned on dispelling the domain released by the Ironstone Oath.

“—”

But William realized that the instructions he gave had no effect on the Ironstone Heart.

The magic nullification domain didn’t even stir.

But that’s impossible… Since Aiur handed this thing to me, no one can surpass William’s influence other than Aiur Herself… In the darkness, William cursed inwardly.

It was the stillborn that was the Origin of the Moon!

The fellow from before suddenly turned to look at the Ironstone Oath in his hand because its master had also activated the Origin of the Moon’s domain.

He couldn’t immediately retract the activated Ironstone Oath under the restriction of an equal power.

William felt a lightness on his shoulder as if a few feathers had landed.

Fire of Calamity

Under the suppression of the Ironstone Oath’s magic nullification domain, William’s body burned with raging flames again. The translucent threads that silently fell on his body were instantly ignited with crackling sounds.

Nevertheless, although much had been incinerated, more threads commenced to assail him—not only from the ceiling, but also from the encompassing walls of flesh, the floor, and the erect pillars… The entire hall was akin to a greenhouse that cultivated filament-like bacteria.

“Sigh…”

William sighed as he sensed the rapid depletion of mana.

His plan couldn’t keep up with the changes—if he didn’t head out and defeat this Void Incarnation first, he wouldn’t be able to continue contacting his teammates in the other timeline.

With this in mind, he grabbed at the void, and a Shadow Chain instantly appeared. Then, it wrapped around his hand like a snake.

“Consider yourself lucky to be able to live longer.”

William said to the Living Saint of the Holy Spirits Church through the darkness.

The two timelines were intertwined, so he knew that the Living Saint could relay his words to his companions in the other timeline.

Moreover, after this battle ended, the public trial and execution of a Living Saint in Ravenwood would be enough to signal Judgment’s return.

William didn’t care if the other party heard him. He swiped two fingers and opened a flickering single-person portal.

At the edge of the portal that flickered with lightning, a large number of fine iron fragments dissipated. Under the terrifying consumption of mana, William didn’t dare to waste any more time. He pulled the Shadow Chain in his hand and arrived outside Holy Tree City—in front of the teleportation coordinates he had set up.

The moment William crossed the portal, the Ironstone Heart in his hand was left behind as he had expected. It was like a stone that couldn’t penetrate a sieve.

William suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and turned to look at the World Tree that had stood up and was constantly moving its body… No, it should be said that the Lady of Starvation’s Void Incarnation silently began to buff Herself before the battle began.

Floral’s speech still echoed in the air of Holy Tree City.

She began to talk about the truth about the Forest Elves’ origins and the fact that they had been used by the Lady of Starvation.

Next, William would use his battle with the Void Incarnation as the best evidence to support Floral’s speech.

However, a whistling sound suddenly interrupted Floral’s speech.

Then, the sound of blood splattering echoed over Ravenwood.