DPM Chapter 103-Fleeing Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Mozun grasped why Saman had spoken about humans the way it had.
“Insignificant creatures.”
To be born so negligible and powerless truly was like being an insignificant creature.
A myriad of voices and sounds were filling Mozun’s head, red electric currents revolving around him, colliding and crackling in the air.
Four voices in particular were crystal clear, as if coming from the innermost recesses of Mozun.
“Who is this? Who is here?”
“Is this Saman?”
“No……this one is completely different from Saman.”
“Mozun?”
Mozun could differentiate each light elder’s voice easily. With a single mental movement he could know what each were thinking.
The light elders were stripped naked before Mozun’s comprehension. He knew them, knew what they felt when they made union.
And they knew Mozun the same way……
He was laid bare before them……
Knowing he had to quickly hide his thoughts in the deepest, darkest place of himself, Mozun raced through the knowledge of the Saer he’d just received.
A species with highly developed science and technology, that revered art and thought very, very highly of themselves.
Nothing was private. Their spirit link encompassed every exchange, any conversation, even……making love.
Their confidence that they were the most perfect and noble race in the universe was unshakable. No matter whether the lowest soldier or a high light elder, their resolute conviction was pure.
Wherever they chose to reside, they transformed the planet to suit their taste. And if the planet already had a beneficial species living there, the Saer domesticated it for use in combat.
On the other hand, if the local species could not be exploited, it was blotted out from existence.
If they discovered a species with some faint form of power, the Saer would completely strip the species of their minds and spirits. After the purging, the Saer would incorporate what they considered the purified remains into their societal machinery.
The Saer had many high-tech machines powered by a rudimentary life force, crafted to be fearless, selfless and obedient only to the orders of a Light Elder.
Mozun now knew clearly what would happen to humanity if the Saer invasion succeeded.
The mentally or physically disabled would be culled first.
However not even the wisest human was capable of satisfying the spiritual qualifications the Saer upheld.
No, the Saer would do as they usually did. They would peel away human freewill, wash away any mental awareness, and install what was left into a machine so it could operate more flexibly.
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Humanity was facing a catastrophe.
Because to the Saer who took themselves as gods, humans were nothing more than insects to be stepped upon.
There would be no peace talks, no dialogue. That went against the Saer’s history, their beliefs and even their very souls.
They’d always lived this way, each one knowing the thoughts of the others.
There could be no betrayal. But if there was even a hint of it, it was eliminated at lightning speed.
Except for one time, the only time in Saer history it had happened—a voluntary severing of the spirit links, treason committed against the whole of the Saer.
There had been conflict between two groups of light elders to which no acceptable compromise could be found.
The smaller group of light elders, feeling pushed to their limit, severed their spiritual links and lost the majority of their abilities.
But they had mastered one new skill during their long voyage through the cosmos—invisibility.
Always hidden from the light, armed with preeminent assassination expertise, no faithful light elder could detect them.
Thus they were determined to be traitors and given a new name—Dark Temple warriors.
Eternally in the darkness, renouncing the Deity, and forever renounced by the Deity in turn.
But even if Mozun tried to recall the Saer’s fury at its most shocking incident, remembering it over and over again only made the initial impact smaller and smaller.
As Mozun’s surprise over the Dark Temple warriors shrunk, he was overtaken with the intense thought—where was Wu Xingyun? And how could Wu Xingyun and himself get out of this place?
The first question was the most pressing. Mozun impatiently tried to magnify it while suppressing the secondary desire to escape.
A light elder’s voice rang in Mozun’s head: “So that’s how humans make union……”
“Where is Wu Xingyun?!” Mozun asked.
There was no answer from a light elder.
Not that Mozun needed a light elder to answer. He already knew.
More than a dozen Duodao warriors had reported to him as soon as he’d sent the question.
“Light elder, he is in the prison of light.”
A second after, Mozun also received the warnings of hundreds of the Duodao warriors: “A Dark Temple warrior has invaded! It is here!”
“It’s here! It’s killing us!”
“We can’t see it!”
“Can’t see it!”
Ignoring Duodao warriors’ warnings and cries of distress, Mozun directly raced towards where Wu Xingyun was imprisoned.
Having been locked in a room with transparent walls for a long time, Wu Xingyun was feeling antsy. He wasn’t clear on exactly where he was and high above him hung a jellyfish-like thing that constantly lit up his body from head to toe. Even if he stopped expending his energy, the jellyfish thing would still keep his body clearly visible.
He walked the entire cell, experimentally pounding the walls, and finding they were too tough for him to be able to break.
Moving on to something else, Wu Xingyun tried catching the jellyfish thing floating above him. Only to discover that there was yet another transparent barrier between the damned jellyfish thing and him. So catching that wasn’t an option either.
“What is this place?” Wu Xingyun asked whoever might be listening.
No answer.
“Where is Mozun? When will he come back?”
Still no reply. Although in fairness, the Duodao warriors guarding Wu Xingyun hadn’t the slightest idea what he was saying.
They just raptly stared at the jellyfish things hovering above. Especially made by the light elders to deal with Dark Temple warriors, the jellyfish things were semi-intelligent detectors.
The detectors had a range of about two kilometers and could expose any invisible creature within that. But it had no protective capabilities and was quite fragile.
So it was guarding the detectors that was the Duodao warriors’ primary task within the prison of light.
While the prison of light was where any captured Dark Temple warrior would be locked up, because only there would their forms remain revealed.
DPM Chapter 103-Fleeing Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Mozun grasped why Saman had spoken about humans the way it had.
“Insignificant creatures.”
To be born so negligible and powerless truly was like being an insignificant creature.
A myriad of voices and sounds were filling Mozun’s head, red electric currents revolving around him, colliding and crackling in the air.
Four voices in particular were crystal clear, as if coming from the innermost recesses of Mozun.
“Who is this? Who is here?”
“Is this Saman?”
“No……this one is completely different from Saman.”
“Mozun?”
Mozun could differentiate each light elder’s voice easily. With a single mental movement he could know what each were thinking.
The light elders were stripped naked before Mozun’s comprehension. He knew them, knew what they felt when they made union.
And they knew Mozun the same way……
He was laid bare before them……
Knowing he had to quickly hide his thoughts in the deepest, darkest place of himself, Mozun raced through the knowledge of the Saer he’d just received.
A species with highly developed science and technology, that revered art and thought very, very highly of themselves.
Nothing was private. Their spirit link encompassed every exchange, any conversation, even……making love.
Their confidence that they were the most perfect and noble race in the universe was unshakable. No matter whether the lowest soldier or a high light elder, their resolute conviction was pure.
Wherever they chose to reside, they transformed the planet to suit their taste. And if the planet already had a beneficial species living there, the Saer domesticated it for use in combat.
On the other hand, if the local species could not be exploited, it was blotted out from existence.
If they discovered a species with some faint form of power, the Saer would completely strip the species of their minds and spirits. After the purging, the Saer would incorporate what they considered the purified remains into their societal machinery.
The Saer had many high-tech machines powered by a rudimentary life force, crafted to be fearless, selfless and obedient only to the orders of a Light Elder.
Mozun now knew clearly what would happen to humanity if the Saer invasion succeeded.
The mentally or physically disabled would be culled first.
However not even the wisest human was capable of satisfying the spiritual qualifications the Saer upheld.
No, the Saer would do as they usually did. They would peel away human freewill, wash away any mental awareness, and install what was left into a machine so it could operate more flexibly.
""
Humanity was facing a catastrophe.
Because to the Saer who took themselves as gods, humans were nothing more than insects to be stepped upon.
There would be no peace talks, no dialogue. That went against the Saer’s history, their beliefs and even their very souls.
They’d always lived this way, each one knowing the thoughts of the others.
There could be no betrayal. But if there was even a hint of it, it was eliminated at lightning speed.
Except for one time, the only time in Saer history it had happened—a voluntary severing of the spirit links, treason committed against the whole of the Saer.
There had been conflict between two groups of light elders to which no acceptable compromise could be found.
The smaller group of light elders, feeling pushed to their limit, severed their spiritual links and lost the majority of their abilities.
But they had mastered one new skill during their long voyage through the cosmos—invisibility.
Always hidden from the light, armed with preeminent assassination expertise, no faithful light elder could detect them.
Thus they were determined to be traitors and given a new name—Dark Temple warriors.
Eternally in the darkness, renouncing the Deity, and forever renounced by the Deity in turn.
But even if Mozun tried to recall the Saer’s fury at its most shocking incident, remembering it over and over again only made the initial impact smaller and smaller.
As Mozun’s surprise over the Dark Temple warriors shrunk, he was overtaken with the intense thought—where was Wu Xingyun? And how could Wu Xingyun and himself get out of this place?
The first question was the most pressing. Mozun impatiently tried to magnify it while suppressing the secondary desire to escape.
A light elder’s voice rang in Mozun’s head: “So that’s how humans make union……”
“Where is Wu Xingyun?!” Mozun asked.
There was no answer from a light elder.
Not that Mozun needed a light elder to answer. He already knew.
More than a dozen Duodao warriors had reported to him as soon as he’d sent the question.
“Light elder, he is in the prison of light.”
A second after, Mozun also received the warnings of hundreds of the Duodao warriors: “A Dark Temple warrior has invaded! It is here!”
“It’s here! It’s killing us!”
“We can’t see it!”
“Can’t see it!”
Ignoring Duodao warriors’ warnings and cries of distress, Mozun directly raced towards where Wu Xingyun was imprisoned.
Having been locked in a room with transparent walls for a long time, Wu Xingyun was feeling antsy. He wasn’t clear on exactly where he was and high above him hung a jellyfish-like thing that constantly lit up his body from head to toe. Even if he stopped expending his energy, the jellyfish thing would still keep his body clearly visible.
He walked the entire cell, experimentally pounding the walls, and finding they were too tough for him to be able to break.
Moving on to something else, Wu Xingyun tried catching the jellyfish thing floating above him. Only to discover that there was yet another transparent barrier between the damned jellyfish thing and him. So catching that wasn’t an option either.
“What is this place?” Wu Xingyun asked whoever might be listening.
No answer.
“Where is Mozun? When will he come back?”
Still no reply. Although in fairness, the Duodao warriors guarding Wu Xingyun hadn’t the slightest idea what he was saying.
They just raptly stared at the jellyfish things hovering above. Especially made by the light elders to deal with Dark Temple warriors, the jellyfish things were semi-intelligent detectors.
The detectors had a range of about two kilometers and could expose any invisible creature within that. But it had no protective capabilities and was quite fragile.
So it was guarding the detectors that was the Duodao warriors’ primary task within the prison of light.
While the prison of light was where any captured Dark Temple warrior would be locked up, because only there would their forms remain revealed.
