Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 475 Soul Shadow Counterattack

The shrill sound of the dark purple longsword slicing through the void was like a sharp steel saw, tearing apart the guardian's nerves.

He stared into the fusion's empty eyes, its heart pounding violently beneath its armor, as if about to burst free from the confines of its chest.

The black insects that were feeding on strength suddenly became agitated, like boiling black magma, frantically burrowing into the gaps in the mask along the neck.

In an instant, the world before his eyes was shrouded in a bloody mist, and every breath was accompanied by a burning sensation in his lungs, as if he were inhaling scalding flames instead of air.

At the critical moment, the harp of the first observer's sister burst forth with a final golden light, its strings binding the dark purple longsword like golden chains flashing through the air.

The corrosive power of chaos was exceptionally rapid. The golden chains were corroded into wisps of blue smoke the moment they came into contact with the power, sizzling like thin paper being ignited by a raging fire.

"Use the shuttle to activate the observer's bloodline within her!"

The mysterious woman's voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair and resentment.

The mark on her arm, similar to that of the first observer, was fading, like a candle flame about to go out. "This is the only one..."

Before he could finish speaking, a giant, spiked claw descended from the sky, its shrill sound tearing through the air deafeningly loud.

The giant claw slammed her into the ice. What seeped from beneath the ice was not blood, but a golden liquid shimmering with runes, like a fallen star, drawing poignant streaks of light in the darkness.

The Guardian's Star Chaos Sword suddenly unsheathed on its own, its silver-black and scarlet light weaving into a shield that swiftly blocked the fusion's second attack.

The moment the blade collided with the dark purple longsword, a violent vibration spread throughout his body along the hilt, and the mark on his palm and the crystal ball simultaneously burst forth with intense light.

Countless fragments of memory flashed through his mind like shooting stars. He saw the fusion being imprisoned deep within the core of chaos, surrounded by a cold cage woven from threads of fate.

The silver mark on her chest stubbornly shone, like an inextinguishable lighthouse even in the chaotic darkness, radiating a faint yet steadfast light.

"So you've been resisting all along..."

The guardian's voice choked with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He stopped defending himself and instead plunged the shuttle of fate into his palm, blood trickling down the silver shuttle's patterns.

The seven stars on the silver shuttle lit up instantly, and the light flowed into the crystal ball like a surging river through the veins.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in the fused entity's pupils, and the dark purple longsword's attack slowed down by half a second.

But this brief pause was shattered by the roar of the Chaos Infant, the sound waves so powerful they distorted and deformed the surrounding space.

"Foolish ants!" The voice from the depths of spacetime shook the entire star field, and the stars themselves trembled violently in the sound waves.

The crystal ball suddenly expanded, transforming into a black hole that devoured light, and its powerful suction pulled in the Guardian, the sister of the first Observer, and all the monsters.

When the guardian opened his eyes again, he found himself in an ancient city floating in the void.

The city walls are woven from luminous threads of fate, each brick reflecting a scene from a different time and space:

In some scenes, the merged entity is smiling as it guides lost children, its eyes filled with tenderness and kindness.

In some scenes, the Chaos Infant wields its scepter, crushing stars into dust, leaving destruction and desolation in its wake, with desperate cries seemingly piercing through the screen.

"This is the ruins of the Fate Center."

The voice of the first observer's sister came from behind.

Her harp was completely broken, its strings scattered all over the ground, yet golden light swirled around her, like guardian spirits.

"The Chaos Infant wants to reshape its core here, turning all of space and time into its cage."

Before the words were finished, the ground suddenly cracked open like a spiderweb, the piercing cracking sound like the whisper of a demon.

Countless phantoms composed of fragments of memory crawled out from it—these were the container girls whose genes had been altered by the gatekeeper.

Their figures were translucent, shrouded in dark purple mist, and their eyes were empty and cold.

The guardian gripped the blood-stained shuttle and discovered that these phantoms all had a mark between their brows that resembled his own.

The phantom at the forefront raised its hand, and the moment the dark purple light blade condensed, the runes on the Guardian's armor suddenly resonated, and silver-black light washed over its entire body like a tide.

He swung his sword, and the blade sparked brilliantly as it rubbed against the air, splitting the light blade in two.

The split, dark purple energy recombined in the air, transforming into a fused entity with a familiar smile on its lips, yet sending chills down one's spine.

"Don't believe illusions!"

The warning from the first Observer's sister came too late. The "fusion" smirked, and its blade of light pierced the Guardian's abdomen like a viper's tongue.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed his consciousness like a surging tide; his vision went black, and his body swayed precariously.

But in her hazy state of consciousness, she touched the fragment of the crystal ball in her arms—there remained a faint trace of the fused being's consciousness, like a firefly in the darkness, small yet giving hope.

Just as the guardian was about to be engulfed by the phantom, a clear, melodious string sound suddenly rang out in space and time, like heavenly music piercing through the chaos.

A woman who resembled the sister of the first observer, but dressed in a pure white robe, came stepping on light.

Her fingertips traced through the void, and those illusory memories shattered, turning into golden dust that emitted a faint whimper as it dissipated.

"I am the afterimage of the weaver of fate."

The woman's voice carried an ancient sense of vicissitude, as if it bore the memories of countless years.

"The real crisis is not the Chaos Infant, but the one sealed within the Observer's bloodline..."

Her words were interrupted by a deafening roar.

The Forge of Destiny in the center of the city exploded with a deafening roar, and the scorching heat wave overturned the surrounding buildings.

The figure of the Chaos Infant rose from it, his body now integrated with the chaotic energy of the entire star field. Every strand of his hair was tearing through space and time, shattering space wherever he went.

"You think you can turn the tables in my territory?"

He swung his arm, and countless dark purple chains pierced through the guardian's body, the barbs on the chains hooking into flesh and causing excruciating pain. "Look at this!"

Dragging at the end of the chain was the fused body, which was in a deep coma.

The silver mark on her chest was fading, replaced by a dark purple core of the same origin as the Chaos Infant, whose pulsating light was filled with evil and violence.

The first Observer's sister suddenly rushed towards the furnace. The moment her body approached the Chaos Infant, it transformed into thousands of golden butterflies, which entangled the Infant's arm.

"Hurry! Go find the First Observer hiding in the spacetime rift..."

Amidst the fluttering golden butterflies, her voice was completely drowned out, leaving only a few golden butterflies circling around the guardian, as if it were her final act of protection.

The Guardian, enduring excruciating pain, turned and fled, clutching the fused entity. The afterimage of the Weaver of Fate pursued closely behind, but just as it was about to step into the spatial rift, it was pierced by the threads of fate shot out by the Infant of Chaos.

"Remember, in the blood of the observer..."

Her body began to become transparent, and she tossed out a glowing ancient scroll, saying, "It contains something more terrifying than chaos..."

Before the ancient scroll could fall into the hands of the guardian, it was devoured by dark purple flames, leaving only a few shimmering runes: Bloodline Curse.

The runes flickered a few times and then disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

When the Guardian fell out of the spacetime rift, he found himself in a desolate star field.

The stars here have all died out, like a desolate graveyard. Countless stone tablets covered with runes float on the ground, the runes on the tablets emitting a faint light, as if telling ancient secrets.

The fusion in her arms suddenly convulsed violently, the light from its dark purple core almost piercing through her body, and the distorted face of the Chaos Infant could be vaguely seen in the light.

Further away, a figure who looked exactly like him but wore pure black armor slowly approached, holding a blood-dripping longsword in his hand, the tip of which was pointed at the guardian's throat, and the air was filled with intense killing intent.