Alien world

Chapter 1930, Section 563: The Color of the Stars

"careful!"

Harry turned around and saw the soldier charging towards him with a ferocious expression on his face.

The soldiers around Harry instinctively drew their swords and thrust, but the Imperial standard longsword easily pierced the berserk soldier's body from under his armpit.

"What happened?!" Harry stared in disbelief at what was happening before him. "You killed him...?"

“No…it wasn’t me, it was him…he tried to kill you…” The soldier who had been fighting back staggered back, drawing his longsword. The sight of his fallen comrade sent a chill down his spine. He looked at Harry in despair: “Tell my mother I’m sorry to her…”

"don't want--"

As soon as Harry realized what was happening, he opened his mouth, and the soldier swung his standard-issue longsword and forcefully slit his own throat.

Blood spurted out several meters, and the soldier staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

In just a few seconds, the two soldiers fell one after the other. Harry was overwhelmed with grief and clutched his heart.

Why did it suddenly turn out like this...? It hurts...it hurts so much...Why am I so sad...?

No, no, that's not right. Strong emotions... infighting... it's the subspace!
Harry suddenly remembered the three principles, raised his head and roared at the bearded man: "Quickly notify the Sentinels, Warp—"

His shouts were drowned out by screams, and his狰狞 face was illuminated by the firelight, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Ahead, the bearded man transformed into a human torch, with fire spewing from every pore of his body, as if a furnace was burning inside him.

"Get down, get down quickly!"

Harry tried to rush over to help, but the bearded man howled and ran around wildly into Meteor Town.

Damn...

Harry was certain in his heart that the damned warp portal had been opened!
With his mind filled with thoughts of the warp, Harry ignored the miserable state of his men and ran towards the edge of the basin without looking back.

Once we return to camp, we can tell our comrades that the warp portal has opened...

He had only run a dozen meters when a strange howl came from the night sky above him, getting closer and closer.

Bang!
Harry was slammed to the ground by the sudden force from behind, taking a big bite out of the dirt.

The gargoyle, having caught its prey, excitedly spread its wings and stomped on Harry's back with its sharp claws, tearing the leather armor apart to reveal fresh, raw flesh.

Just as the gargoyle was about to lower its head and feast, a long sword gleaming with a cold light slashed horizontally at it.

Not wanting to injure his wings, the gargoyle had no choice but to jump away. Harry took the opportunity to roll over and get up, panting heavily. Then he saw that Meteor Town in the night was lit up with distorted colors, and countless hideous figures appeared and disappeared in the bizarre scene.

……

Camp.

Deputy Commander Brown was awakened from his meditation by a strong sense of unease.

He looked outside; patrolling soldiers passed by the tents, casting dappled shadows. Everything seemed normal. Had his earlier unease been just overthinking?

Wait... why are there no footsteps?

Vice Commander Brown instantly grabbed his staff and fired an arcane missile at the light and shadow still swaying outside the tent.

The tent was pierced, and the light and shadow seeping in from outside resembled the ever-changing aurora borealis.

A bone-chilling cold crept up his spine and into his mind, and Deputy Commander Brown's bloodshot shouts echoed through the camp.

"Enemy attack!"

Deputy Commander Brown's shouts woke up the soldiers resting in the camp. They rushed out of their tents and saw a dense, brilliant color, like a nebula, surging through Meteorite Town.

The subspace portal... has been opened.

The once peaceful and tranquil Meteor Town was now filled with shouts of battle as residents fought against demons emerging from the warp tunnels. Just as Vice Commander Brown rushed out of his tent, he saw a demon overseer, wielding a hellish greatsword, rise from the black mist, his feet treading on flames.

"demon……"

Without any preamble, the battle began the instant they saw each other.

Brown threw out several instant-cast spells at the demon overseer, quickly creating distance.

Allowing a melee-savvy demon to get close is the most foolish thing to do.

Soldiers and demons clashed around the camp, bewitched by the warp and driven mad by their bloodlust, their blood mingling with the demons' blood.

"Holy Light, guide me with my magic and purify the enemy before you—"

Vice Commander Brown began chanting, and golden holy light condensed before his eyes into a tangible arrow. As the chant ended, it shot out and pierced the demon overseer's chest.

The black mist surrounding the demon overlord vanished instantly, and the arrows of holy light continued to burn its flesh, causing it to let out an extremely piercing wail.

He struggled to take a few steps toward Deputy Commander Brown, then collapsed and lay motionless.

Vice Commander Brown stared at the demon overseer's "corpse" and instantly launched an arcane missile toward its head.

Sure enough, the demon overseer, who had been feigning death on the ground, tried to escape, but he was no match for the arcane missile. His head was pierced, and the last wisp of black smoke dissipated.

Despite slaying the formidable foe, Vice Commander Brown felt no joy. As a demon overlord, it had been far too easy to deal with.

"No, that's not right..."

Brown's pupils suddenly contracted as he realized something. He abruptly cast a Light Feather spell and a wind spell on himself, tumbling and blowing himself out of the camp.

As the distance between the camp and Meteorite Town increased, everything began to change.

The aurora borealis, with its deadly beauty, was still changing in the sky, but in the camp, the demon that had been fighting the soldiers was gone, and only two groups of soldiers were fighting to the death.

Outside the tent lay a patrol soldier, his chest pierced by an arcane missile. The demon overlord he had just killed lay on the ground, his head pierced by magic, disbelief still lingering in his eyes.

The town of Meteorite was filled with shouts of killing. The Imperials were indeed full of martial spirit, but all that could be seen were them stabbing themselves with weapons, and even chasing after children and women.

From beginning to end, there were no warp portals, no demons, only a group of humans drawn by the warp, killing each other under the aurora.

Brown took a step, then stopped in place with great determination.

The sounds of fighting carried by the night wind from inside and outside the town sent a chill down Brown's spine.

It's too late. They're beyond saving. If we stay any longer, we'll fall into a state of chaos from which we can never wake up again.

At this moment, all he could do was abandon his soldiers and people, insist on completing the mission, and escape back to inform the legion.

Brown held his breath, made his decision, turned around, and lifted his leg—

puff.

His figure suddenly froze. A few meters ahead, a true demon, its entire body shrouded in black mist, stood there, its claws, covered in a layer of hideous armor, clutching a crimson heart that was still beating.

Brown realized something and suppressed the urge to look down at his wound.

He didn't need to look; he knew that his life force was constantly draining away from the hole in his chest.

"Human, you're quite clever," the demon said in a deep voice.

Brown, leaning on his staff, cried out, "Demons...how dare you...start...war...in the Empire...!"

"What? The war hasn't been going on all along?"

(End of this chapter)