Chapter 792
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Chapter 792
The tides of the world were not an easy thing to predict, and with three quarters of a normal cycle remaining that remained true. Even so, having experienced them at their height twice, Anton was familiar enough to begin putting together a general layout. The important parts were where it affected systems he knew and cared about. Thus, the section of border closest to the alliance by a direct line was where he started.
There was additional information from the upper realms, specifically in relation to the staging grounds for the last invasion. While it seemed to have been an irregular schedule, it was still useful. Chikere in particular had also shared some insights into the matter, as she had returned to the lower realms at a similar time to the invaders. Then there was what little had been squeezed out of Everheart, either because he was secretive or because he didnt want to admit to lack of knowledge.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
It was no surprise that one of the clearer tides passed right next to Akrys. The planet had obviously had life seeded on it. Though there was some chance of life spontaneously arising on it, it wouldnt involve so many familiar creatures.
The tides didnt flow straight from there, however. They flowed through and around systems- never getting close to each other or crossing- but there was a great amount of three dimensional space to consider. At the current moment, Anton could sense a few hundred routes that had to be considered as possible invasion routes. Only a few of them would actually end up approaching the alliance, but they might pass by other inhabited systems. Anton wanted to warn everyone, preferably giving them the maximum amount of time possible to prepare. That included systems that were unfriendly, as there were no valid excuses for the upper realms to invade.
If they had a deal with planets in the lower realms that would be one thing- which was half the case with the Exalted Quadrant. Except even on Ceretos, their occupation had been more of a matter of convenience to extract resources that would have otherwise gone to the Trigold Cluster without getting into direct conflict with them.
From the border, Anton couldnt predict where the tides would end up but there had to be some way to know. Unless the upper realms actually traveled the hundreds or potentially thousands of them with regularity to keep up with any potential shifts. That was possible- with a vast population, they could accomplish the task- but Anton hoped there was more to it.
But if not he could at least trace potential routes back from locations of interest to the border, where they could prepare ambushes along the route. He was personally interested in that, because if he could find a good sun along the path of the tide approaching Weos and Ceretos well, he could at least cause massive damage. He wasnt going to guarantee that being in the Enrichment stage would be sufficient to defeat an invasion meant for an entire planet, but he wasnt going to say it was impossible either.
The important thing was that he could force those able to fight in space to attack him in a location he picked, while forcing those who were somewhat weaker to either stay under the protection of others. Because whether they traveled via ships or protected by the aura of an Integration or Augmentation cultivator, he could disrupt either. Either a few of their group focused solely on defense, or he could wipe out their numbers. And nobody would be chasing him into or through a sun, so he could always flee. Besides, he could fight from a good portion of a system distant, hopefully killing several Augmentation cultivators before they even knew he was there.
And if they sent a Domination cultivator? That was a question Anton had to ponder, but he knew he had to test them. In theory, they would be most weakened by the restrictions of the lower realm, but they might instead have ways to overcome it and maintain more of their power. Two subsequent defeats made sending such a rare power possible. And if the Trigold Cluster instead gave up and didnt attack? Anton just hoped wherever else they sent their forces was well prepared.
His grandfather was able to rapidly replenish his energy within a system, but for Devon it would be a slower process. And with the same movement techniques not quite fitting him, that was just how things turned out. But even Anton had been impressed by his new sensory technique so now he had to make that work. He wasnt a young man that needed the approval of his grandfather, but he was mature enough to recognize that he still wanted it. Success was also good for his own personal validation.
So here he was, alone above a planet of similar size and mass to Vrelt. It was easy enough to keep an orbit above the planet, though the atmosphere it had trapped was breathable enough. At the very least, it would be easier to convert the natural air there into something he could use than refreshing what was in his own lungs. But he needed to work from where he was, because that was the actual distance he was going to make his real attempts from.
The first few tries were underwhelming. Spreading his chains down towards the planet added a significant distance. Having worked with a much smaller one previously, he couldnt even reach halfway around. Instead, he failed with the initial four chains from his starting point. The power he had simply fizzled away.
After a few tries, he spent longer gathering an initial surge. It almost worked, reaching about halfway. Though that seemed discouraging at first, Devon knew it would become more stable once he could connect them on the far side. He didnt strictly have to form four at once like he was attempting, but he knew that he was going to have to put in the work now or later. Here, nobody was around to see him fail. He had plenty of time to himself to accomplish the task, so whether it took weeks, months, or years he was prepared to stick through with it until the end.
-----
Chikere squeezed her fist tightly, opening it to a small pool of blood. The squeezing was strictly unnecessary, as it tightened some of her artificial pores while opening others, but it felt right. She went back and forth between her natural and artificial arms in her practice, to the point she sometimes forgot which was which. They were both her arms, and that was good.
One she subconsciously and thereafter consciously modified to allow herself to get blood out of the arteries and smaller blood vessels. That wasnt supposed to happen, but if it was going to happen on purpose she wanted it to not cause damage. She wasnt supposed to hurt herself, after all. That was no good.
But she had to have this blood. Because that was the only part of her that still believed in swords. She turned her palm outward, letting blood drip out of one of the creases in a thin line. Just that tiny amount was barely a blade, but she had more blood inside of her. More than she was supposed to, still. Even so, the resulting blade was even thinner than a rapier or other thrusting blade. It was basically a flattened needle, giving the impression of edges on its side.
She swished it lightly, cutting through a few stray stones. It hardly meant anything that something so weak as them was severed, but she still found satisfaction in cutting something on purpose, and not feeling sick afterwards. A hundred blades was going to be hard but that was what she wanted. Maybe more, because she was going to need so many of them to perform every possible movement in combat and see which ones really were good or bad. But for the moment, shed start with a few flicks of her wrist and some thrusting motions. She wondered if Agom could defeat her as she was quite possible, because she didnt know if her upper energy was working correctly or not. Though she supposed blood didnt make blade shapes on its own, did it?
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Chapter 792
The tides of the world were not an easy thing to predict, and with three quarters of a normal cycle remaining that remained true. Even so, having experienced them at their height twice, Anton was familiar enough to begin putting together a general layout. The important parts were where it affected systems he knew and cared about. Thus, the section of border closest to the alliance by a direct line was where he started.
There was additional information from the upper realms, specifically in relation to the staging grounds for the last invasion. While it seemed to have been an irregular schedule, it was still useful. Chikere in particular had also shared some insights into the matter, as she had returned to the lower realms at a similar time to the invaders. Then there was what little had been squeezed out of Everheart, either because he was secretive or because he didnt want to admit to lack of knowledge.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
It was no surprise that one of the clearer tides passed right next to Akrys. The planet had obviously had life seeded on it. Though there was some chance of life spontaneously arising on it, it wouldnt involve so many familiar creatures.
The tides didnt flow straight from there, however. They flowed through and around systems- never getting close to each other or crossing- but there was a great amount of three dimensional space to consider. At the current moment, Anton could sense a few hundred routes that had to be considered as possible invasion routes. Only a few of them would actually end up approaching the alliance, but they might pass by other inhabited systems. Anton wanted to warn everyone, preferably giving them the maximum amount of time possible to prepare. That included systems that were unfriendly, as there were no valid excuses for the upper realms to invade.
If they had a deal with planets in the lower realms that would be one thing- which was half the case with the Exalted Quadrant. Except even on Ceretos, their occupation had been more of a matter of convenience to extract resources that would have otherwise gone to the Trigold Cluster without getting into direct conflict with them.
From the border, Anton couldnt predict where the tides would end up but there had to be some way to know. Unless the upper realms actually traveled the hundreds or potentially thousands of them with regularity to keep up with any potential shifts. That was possible- with a vast population, they could accomplish the task- but Anton hoped there was more to it.
But if not he could at least trace potential routes back from locations of interest to the border, where they could prepare ambushes along the route. He was personally interested in that, because if he could find a good sun along the path of the tide approaching Weos and Ceretos well, he could at least cause massive damage. He wasnt going to guarantee that being in the Enrichment stage would be sufficient to defeat an invasion meant for an entire planet, but he wasnt going to say it was impossible either.
The important thing was that he could force those able to fight in space to attack him in a location he picked, while forcing those who were somewhat weaker to either stay under the protection of others. Because whether they traveled via ships or protected by the aura of an Integration or Augmentation cultivator, he could disrupt either. Either a few of their group focused solely on defense, or he could wipe out their numbers. And nobody would be chasing him into or through a sun, so he could always flee. Besides, he could fight from a good portion of a system distant, hopefully killing several Augmentation cultivators before they even knew he was there.
And if they sent a Domination cultivator? That was a question Anton had to ponder, but he knew he had to test them. In theory, they would be most weakened by the restrictions of the lower realm, but they might instead have ways to overcome it and maintain more of their power. Two subsequent defeats made sending such a rare power possible. And if the Trigold Cluster instead gave up and didnt attack? Anton just hoped wherever else they sent their forces was well prepared.
His grandfather was able to rapidly replenish his energy within a system, but for Devon it would be a slower process. And with the same movement techniques not quite fitting him, that was just how things turned out. But even Anton had been impressed by his new sensory technique so now he had to make that work. He wasnt a young man that needed the approval of his grandfather, but he was mature enough to recognize that he still wanted it. Success was also good for his own personal validation.
So here he was, alone above a planet of similar size and mass to Vrelt. It was easy enough to keep an orbit above the planet, though the atmosphere it had trapped was breathable enough. At the very least, it would be easier to convert the natural air there into something he could use than refreshing what was in his own lungs. But he needed to work from where he was, because that was the actual distance he was going to make his real attempts from.
The first few tries were underwhelming. Spreading his chains down towards the planet added a significant distance. Having worked with a much smaller one previously, he couldnt even reach halfway around. Instead, he failed with the initial four chains from his starting point. The power he had simply fizzled away.
After a few tries, he spent longer gathering an initial surge. It almost worked, reaching about halfway. Though that seemed discouraging at first, Devon knew it would become more stable once he could connect them on the far side. He didnt strictly have to form four at once like he was attempting, but he knew that he was going to have to put in the work now or later. Here, nobody was around to see him fail. He had plenty of time to himself to accomplish the task, so whether it took weeks, months, or years he was prepared to stick through with it until the end.
-----
Chikere squeezed her fist tightly, opening it to a small pool of blood. The squeezing was strictly unnecessary, as it tightened some of her artificial pores while opening others, but it felt right. She went back and forth between her natural and artificial arms in her practice, to the point she sometimes forgot which was which. They were both her arms, and that was good.
One she subconsciously and thereafter consciously modified to allow herself to get blood out of the arteries and smaller blood vessels. That wasnt supposed to happen, but if it was going to happen on purpose she wanted it to not cause damage. She wasnt supposed to hurt herself, after all. That was no good.
But she had to have this blood. Because that was the only part of her that still believed in swords. She turned her palm outward, letting blood drip out of one of the creases in a thin line. Just that tiny amount was barely a blade, but she had more blood inside of her. More than she was supposed to, still. Even so, the resulting blade was even thinner than a rapier or other thrusting blade. It was basically a flattened needle, giving the impression of edges on its side.
She swished it lightly, cutting through a few stray stones. It hardly meant anything that something so weak as them was severed, but she still found satisfaction in cutting something on purpose, and not feeling sick afterwards. A hundred blades was going to be hard but that was what she wanted. Maybe more, because she was going to need so many of them to perform every possible movement in combat and see which ones really were good or bad. But for the moment, shed start with a few flicks of her wrist and some thrusting motions. She wondered if Agom could defeat her as she was quite possible, because she didnt know if her upper energy was working correctly or not. Though she supposed blood didnt make blade shapes on its own, did it?
Chapter 792The tides of the world were not an easy thing to predict, and with three quarters of a normal cycle remaining that remained true. Even so, having experienced them at their height twice, Anton was familiar enough to begin putting together a general layout. The important parts were where it affected systems he knew and cared about. Thus, the section of border closest to the alliance by a direct line was where he started.There was additional information from the upper realms, specifically in relation to the staging grounds for the last invasion. While it seemed to have been an irregular schedule, it was still useful. Chikere in particular had also shared some insights into the matter, as she had returned to the lower realms at a similar time to the invaders. Then there was what little had been squeezed out of Everheart, either because he was secretive or because he didnt want to admit to lack of knowledge.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.It was no surprise that one of the clearer tides passed right next to Akrys. The planet had obviously had life seeded on it. Though there was some chance of life spontaneously arising on it, it wouldnt involve so many familiar creatures. The tides didnt flow straight from there, however. They flowed through and around systems- never getting close to each other or crossing- but there was a great amount of three dimensional space to consider. At the current moment, Anton could sense a few hundred routes that had to be considered as possible invasion routes. Only a few of them would actually end up approaching the alliance, but they might pass by other inhabited systems. Anton wanted to warn everyone, preferably giving them the maximum amount of time possible to prepare. That included systems that were unfriendly, as there were no valid excuses for the upper realms to invade.If they had a deal with planets in the lower realms that would be one thing- which was half the case with the Exalted Quadrant. Except even on Ceretos, their occupation had been more of a matter of convenience to extract resources that would have otherwise gone to the Trigold Cluster without getting into direct conflict with them.From the border, Anton couldnt predict where the tides would end up but there had to be some way to know. Unless the upper realms actually traveled the hundreds or potentially thousands of them with regularity to keep up with any potential shifts. That was possible- with a vast population, they could accomplish the task- but Anton hoped there was more to it.But if not he could at least trace potential routes back from locations of interest to the border, where they could prepare ambushes along the route. He was personally interested in that, because if he could find a good sun along the path of the tide approaching Weos and Ceretos well, he could at least cause massive damage. He wasnt going to guarantee that being in the Enrichment stage would be sufficient to defeat an invasion meant for an entire planet, but he wasnt going to say it was impossible either.The important thing was that he could force those able to fight in space to attack him in a location he picked, while forcing those who were somewhat weaker to either stay under the protection of others. Because whether they traveled via ships or protected by the aura of an Integration or Augmentation cultivator, he could disrupt either. Either a few of their group focused solely on defense, or he could wipe out their numbers. And nobody would be chasing him into or through a sun, so he could always flee. Besides, he could fight from a good portion of a system distant, hopefully killing several Augmentation cultivators before they even knew he was there.And if they sent a Domination cultivator? That was a question Anton had to ponder, but he knew he had to test them. In theory, they would be most weakened by the restrictions of the lower realm, but they might instead have ways to overcome it and maintain more of their power. Two subsequent defeats made sending such a rare power possible. And if the Trigold Cluster instead gave up and didnt attack? Anton just hoped wherever else they sent their forces was well prepared.His grandfather was able to rapidly replenish his energy within a system, but for Devon it would be a slower process. And with the same movement techniques not quite fitting him, that was just how things turned out. But even Anton had been impressed by his new sensory technique so now he had to make that work. He wasnt a young man that needed the approval of his grandfather, but he was mature enough to recognize that he still wanted it. Success was also good for his own personal validation.So here he was, alone above a planet of similar size and mass to Vrelt. It was easy enough to keep an orbit above the planet, though the atmosphere it had trapped was breathable enough. At the very least, it would be easier to convert the natural air there into something he could use than refreshing what was in his own lungs. But he needed to work from where he was, because that was the actual distance he was going to make his real attempts from.The first few tries were underwhelming. Spreading his chains down towards the planet added a significant distance. Having worked with a much smaller one previously, he couldnt even reach halfway around. Instead, he failed with the initial four chains from his starting point. The power he had simply fizzled away.After a few tries, he spent longer gathering an initial surge. It almost worked, reaching about halfway. Though that seemed discouraging at first, Devon knew it would become more stable once he could connect them on the far side. He didnt strictly have to form four at once like he was attempting, but he knew that he was going to have to put in the work now or later. Here, nobody was around to see him fail. He had plenty of time to himself to accomplish the task, so whether it took weeks, months, or years he was prepared to stick through with it until the end.-----Chikere squeezed her fist tightly, opening it to a small pool of blood. The squeezing was strictly unnecessary, as it tightened some of her artificial pores while opening others, but it felt right. She went back and forth between her natural and artificial arms in her practice, to the point she sometimes forgot which was which. They were both her arms, and that was good.One she subconsciously and thereafter consciously modified to allow herself to get blood out of the arteries and smaller blood vessels. That wasnt supposed to happen, but if it was going to happen on purpose she wanted it to not cause damage. She wasnt supposed to hurt herself, after all. That was no good.But she had to have this blood. Because that was the only part of her that still believed in swords. She turned her palm outward, letting blood drip out of one of the creases in a thin line. Just that tiny amount was barely a blade, but she had more blood inside of her. More than she was supposed to, still. Even so, the resulting blade was even thinner than a rapier or other thrusting blade. It was basically a flattened needle, giving the impression of edges on its side. She swished it lightly, cutting through a few stray stones. It hardly meant anything that something so weak as them was severed, but she still found satisfaction in cutting something on purpose, and not feeling sick afterwards. A hundred blades was going to be hard but that was what she wanted. Maybe more, because she was going to need so many of them to perform every possible movement in combat and see which ones really were good or bad. But for the moment, shed start with a few flicks of her wrist and some thrusting motions. She wondered if Agom could defeat her as she was quite possible, because she didnt know if her upper energy was working correctly or not. Though she supposed blood didnt make blade shapes on its own, did it?
