Cataclysm: Undead Dragons and Zero Empire

Chapter 117 The Tide of Oblivion

This tide of forgetting first affected those civilizations that had only met Lin Ziming once and had the shallowest connection with him.

At the other end of the galaxy cluster, among the fleet dispatched by the Pilgrim civilization, those deep purple nebula-like ships were still attacking the Homborian Covenant's galaxies.

Inside the bridge, countless pilgrims knelt devoutly on the ground, praying to the void. This was their daily routine, worshipping animism.

However, at this moment, the high priest who had spoken with Lin Ziming suddenly stopped praying and looked bewildered. He wanted to recite the name of the great being as always, but found that his mind was blank.

He forgot.

He forgot who he was praying to, and forgot why he was kneeling there in devout worship.

He only remembered that he seemed to be searching for something, and that he seemed to be longing to worship some supreme spiritual being, but who that being was, what it was called, and what kind of power it had, all his memories were as if they had been erased by an invisible eraser, leaving only a void of confusion.

"High Priest, we—who are we praying to?" The priest beside him also looked up, with the same confusion. "Why are we—why are we here?"

They could no longer remember that they had ever encountered a great being known as the Undead Dragon, and that they had once longed to worship Him and regard Him as the embodiment of spirituality.

Immediately afterward, the tide of oblivion swept through the Zerar Shadow Council. In the secret meeting hall, the Shadow Grandmaster was issuing the final action orders. They had completed all preparations for the disguised fleet and were preparing to set off, disguising themselves as a hostile civilization to provoke the terrifying Leviathan and carry out a perfect scheme to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

"—So, gentlemen, the core of this operation is to disguise the fleet as the Republic of Koren and attack that—that—"

The Shadow Grandmaster suddenly stopped speaking. He stood there, unable to utter another word. His mind was blank, and a fatal, irreparable hole had appeared in his once crystal-clear plan.

Whom are they disguising as a fleet to attack? Whose knife are they using to kill their own enemy?

All memories, plans, and calculations about this matter vanished at that moment, and the members of parliament looked at each other in bewilderment.

They only remembered that they had assembled a disguised fleet and devised a plan, but they completely forgot who the target of this plan was and why they had done all this.

In the end, the Shadow Grandmaster could only dejectedly change his mind and order: "Operation—cancelled."

They could no longer remember the existence of the undead dragon, nor the planned conspiracy; all that remained was a failed gathering and the warriors' dissatisfaction with the council's arbitrary command.

This tide of oblivion did not stop; it transcended the limitations of spatial distance and soon crashed into the galaxy where human civilization resided, sweeping into the civil war battlefield of the Boros Global Foundation.

Karen was gazing at the star map. His clone army had breached the Board's last line of defense and entered the star system where the Foundation headquarters was located. The final battle that would determine the future of the Foundation had reached its most brutal moment.

"Commander! The Seventh Legion has breached the enemy's defenses and is advancing towards the headquarters starport!"

"Commander! The Board's family army is retreating towards the core, and the enemy Marshal Vickers' flagship signal has been received."

The messenger continuously reported on the real-time battle situation, and the entire bridge was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere before the decisive battle, as if it were loudly telling the story of the conflict.

Karen nodded, preparing to give the order for the general offensive, when a strange sense of emptiness suddenly flashed through his mind.

Something is missing.

He launched this rebellion with the intention of overthrowing the board's rule, not only to save the corrupt and stagnant foundation and lead civilization to a new life, but also for a most important and core reason.

What was it again?

Karen frowned deeply as he searched his mind, only to find a blank.

He forgot the Leviathan that destroyed the core territory of the Humborian Covenant, forgot the great being known as the Undead Dragon, and forgot that the core purpose of his rebellion was to surrender to that being and seek a way out for the Foundation.

He forgot why he had personally traveled to the star system of human civilization, forgot that he had once met that being in the temple on the moon, forgot that he had personally heard the will of that being, and forgot that he had risked everything for that promise.

"Commander? What's wrong?" Karen's personal secretary, Lia, asked worriedly, noticing his sudden absent-mindedness.

Karen snapped out of her daze, shook her head, as if trying to shake off the inexplicable emptiness from her mind and regain her composure and decisiveness.

With the decisive battle imminent, there was no room for hesitation. He raised his hand and gave the final order to launch the all-out attack to all the legions under his command.

As if at no cost, the clone army charged at those impregnable defenses with their own lives. The giant war machines standing on the earth fought each other, and the wreckage covered every corner of the world.

The final and heaviest stop of the tide of oblivion fell upon human civilization, upon that frozen planet, upon that blessed moon.

Inside the Ark space station, Howard was receiving a report from his adjutant that humanity's interstellar exploration was progressing very smoothly, and so far they had not encountered any other civilizations.

The adjutant reported on the construction progress of the deep-space ring particle accelerator, and Howard listened quietly, his gaze fixed on the dazzling flight path outside the window.

He suddenly thought of a question: Was this flight path naturally occurring?

He only remembered that the flight path was beautiful and dazzling, a testament to the wonders of the universe.

Why did such a massive earthquake occur? How did human civilization survive such a horrific natural disaster?

All memories of the Undead Dragon, of the being who saved human civilization in the apocalypse, ignited the spark of psychic energy for them, and left behind a great trail, were completely erased in this tide of oblivion.

The entire civilization was plunged into this strange, silent oblivion, and texts about "dragons" and scriptures praising "the Lord" began to become blurred and indistinct.

On the ground, the children who were learning in the classroom suddenly stopped writing, looked at their teacher blankly, and asked, "Teacher, why are there so many blank spaces in our books?"

The teacher was about to reprimand the students for lying when he discovered that it was indeed true; there seemed to be a printing problem with the books, which had only just been discovered.

The stone tablets inscribed with scriptures in the Moon Temple also showed abnormalities. These stone tablets, which had withstood the test of time and should have been maintained at all times, were becoming blurred and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sorcerers practicing in the temple suddenly found their power like rootless duckweed, like thriving plants deprived of the sunlight that shone upon them. They were plunged into an endless night, unable to see the way forward.

The colossal dragon-bone statue at the center of the pyramid temple, carved from a single block of black stone, a statue embodying all the piety and faith of human civilization, seems to be silently weathering away as if a gust of wind were blowing.

Fine cracks began to appear on the hard black stone surface. Pieces of stone peeled off the statue, blurring its outline. The once lifelike dragon bones and the flame patterns wrapped around them were gradually worn away, eventually turning into an ordinary boulder without any shape.

At that moment, Terence was kneeling before the statue, performing his daily prayer. When he looked up and saw the bare boulder in front of him, he froze on the spot.

He looked around the magnificent temple, at the blank stone tablets, and at the weathered boulder before him, feeling bewildered by this silent and mysterious change.

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