The Guardian gods-Chapter 244

At that moment, a loud hum filled the air, and the glowing patterns began to rise from the ground, forming a dome of light around the city. The murmurs from the crowd grew louder, filled with fear and confusion.

Roland clenched his fists. "We need to hold our position and wait for reinforcements. Keep everyone away from that dome. We don’t know what will happen next."

As they waited, the dome of light pulsated, the energy within it growing more intense. The quarantined humans inside remained motionless, their eyes closed as if in deep concentration.

Back in Silas territory, he looked up to the moon with a smile on his face.As the moon rose high in the sky, the magic circle began to glow with an eerie light. Silas stood at the center, his eyes closed, chanting an incantation that resonated with the very fabric of the abyss. His voice echoed with an otherworldly timbre, the ancient words weaving a spell of immense power.

"Light of the abyss, awaken the parasites. Seize the strength, surpass the limits. Devour the flesh, let renewal begin."

The parasites, sensing the activation of the circle, stirred within their dormant hosts. The incantation continued, growing in intensity as Silas called forth the full power of the magic circle.

"Moon’s glow, unite the forces. Perfect the transformation, let hosts transcend."

The outer ring of the circle activated first. Humans who had lived seemingly normal lives, their minds long overtaken by their parasitic masters, began to transform. Their skin cracked and peeled away, revealing new, stronger forms beneath.

Ordinary humans with latent physical strength transformed into Adapted Warriors. Their muscles expanded and their reflexes sharpened. Their skin took on a tough, leathery texture, offering increased protection.

Some humans, particularly those with a natural resilience, turned into Symbiotic Brutes. They became larger and more imposing, their bodies covered in a thick, armor-like carapace.

Humans with latent magical abilities were transformed into Mystic Adepts. Their bodies glowed with a faint, ethereal light, and they could manipulate basic elemental forces.

Some humans developed lighter frames and membranous wings, Humans with precision and dexterity turned into Bone Archers. Their arms elongated and became more flexible, allowing them to use their own bones as projectiles.

Next, the inner ring came to life. The elites of Silas’s kingdom, already formidable, underwent a similar transformation. Their bodies shed their old skins, emerging as even more powerful versions of themselves. The parasites within them had adapted uniquely to their hosts, resulting in a diverse array of enhanced abilities and appearances.

Some of the larger, more physically robust hosts turned into Colossal Behemoths. These giants towered over the others, their muscles bulging and skin turned to thick, stone-like hide. Their strength was unmatched, capable of crushing foes with a single blow or tearing through fortifications with ease. They had multiple eyes scattered across their bodies, granting them an almost 360-degree field of vision.

A more upgraded version of the humans that got wings appeared, Their claws and fangs dripped with venom, and their wings emitted a sonic screech that could disorient and paralyze their enemies. Their speed and agility made them difficult targets to hit.

Hosts with a natural resistance to toxins and diseases became Plague Bearers. Their forms oozed with corrosive substances, and their breath spread like a deadly plague that weakened and killed those nearby. Their touch could infect and decay.

Hosts with strong mental capacities turned into Mind Reavers. These entities had enlarged craniums, pulsating with visible brain activity. They could project psychic attacks, controlling the minds of weaker enemies and causing hallucinations or mental breakdowns. Their tentacle-like appendages could both physically attack and tap into the psychic energies of their foes, draining their will to fight.

Finally, the innermost ring activated. Silas’s army, the backbone of his kingdom, experienced the most intense transformation. The parasites within these soldiers began taking form.

Some hosts, particularly those who were once soldiers, transformed into Bladed Sentinels. These beings had limbs elongated into sharp, metallic blades. Their skin took on a hardened, almost armor-like texture, and their eyes glowed with a cold, calculating intelligence.

Hosts who were previously stealth operatives or assassins became Shadow Stalkers. Their forms became sleek and almost insubstantial, able to blend into shadows and move silently. They could phase through solid objects and strike with poisoned claws.

Hosts, especially those who were adept at ground combat, transformed into Spiked Crawlers. These creatures had multiple, spiked limbs that allowed them to scuttle rapidly across any terrain. Their bodies were covered in sharp protrusions that they could shoot as projectiles, and their jaws could unhinge to swallow enemies whole.

Crepuscular, who was looking from his realm, watched all this happen with calm eyes.

His view changed to show the harpies, who were living their lives happily, unaware of what was going on in their backyard. Closing his eyes, Crepuscular adopted a technique he saw Ikenga use.

This was when Ikenga connected with the weapons of the King and Queen of the Silver Kingdom because they were once cursed by him. Crepuscular didn’t have any of that, but his daughter had a piece of him she held dearly and even prayed to.

Ursula sat in her room. In front of her was a plan for the experimentation ready to be carried out by the demigods. At the small altar in her room lay a feather from her father’s divine form. freewёbnoνel.com

The dormant feather began glowing golden. The small energy emanating from the feather began melting the altar. Her room soon caught on fire.

Ursula’s domain unfolded as the phoenix appeared behind her, covering and protecting her from the heat. Ursula, with eyes filled with excitement, knew her father was present and watching her.

Kneeling down, Ursula watched as the feather floated in the air before pointing to some place. Following the trace of the feather, Ursula soon understood and sprang up, "Silas."

Waving her hand, a huge mirror appeared. Soon, the figure of Silas’s territory could be seen, but as soon as she zoomed in, the picture in the mirror shook, disrupting the image. Ursula frowned as she tried again, yet she got the same result.

Putting the mirror away, Ursula noticed that the feather had already fallen to the ground after absorbing all the flames lit in the room. Picking up the feather and feeling the small heat on it, Ursula whispered, "I miss you, Father."

The feather hummed in response to her words. The wall of the room was broken through to show Bernard covered in deep red flames. Rushing towards Ursula, he immediately asked, "Mother, are you alright?"

The feather couldn’t be stored away in a storage space, so all Ursula could do was hold the feather in her hand as she smiled at Bernard. "I am fine, no need to worry. I have just been visited by Father."

Hearing that, Bernard’s eyes widened. Hearing their creator was here meant a lot to the harpies, but Bernard was old, so the excitement died away quickly. He quickly asked, "That doesn’t normally happen. What made him react?"

Ursula walked over to the altar, which was now a melted mess. "Father’s feather pointed towards Silas’s territory. But when I tried to see more, the image kept distorting. Something, or someone, is interfering."

Bernard’s brows furrowed. "Interfering? That could mean danger."

"Exactly," Ursula nodded. "We have scouts out there already, but we’ve heard nothing from them. That silence is troubling."

Bernard’s eyes widened slightly. "You think something might have happened to them?"

"Yes," Ursula said, her voice grim. "They might have been blindsided or worse. We need to find out what happened."

Bernard, ever the warrior, stepped forward. "I’ll take a team and head out immediately. We’ll find our scouts and get to the bottom of this."

"Be careful," Ursula warned. "If there is something out there capable of disrupting our vision, it won’t hesitate to strike again."

Bernard nodded and turned to leave. As he exited, Ursula turned back to the feather, now cool in her hand. She whispered another prayer, hoping her father could hear her thoughts.

Back in Eldric territory the same thing was happening, only this time the magic circle wasn’t sentient and divided into levels. Instead, it turned into a feast of who could grab the most.

Roland and his men initially retreated to the castle gate wall, where they got a full view of the pandemonium taking place. At first, Roland’s soldiers and lieutenant were happy as this meant they were no longer burdened with killing their fellow humans, so they didn’t mind them killing each other.

But soon, their smiles turned to terror as Elites began appearing, some even overriding the instinct to devour, working together to strengthen each other.

The Elites were no longer throwing themselves out like beasts. Instead, they were making use of their surroundings, even creating quick weapons with what they found.

Roland, who was watching all this with cold eyes, suddenly turned his head as he saw a figure coming closer to them. Roland squinted, strengthening his eyes with mana to see who it was.

"My king," Roland thought to himself when Erik, feeling the horse was too slow, jumped down from the fast-moving horse. Taking two quick steps, he surpassed the horse before the ground sunk in as he jumped to the sky.