In the gap between reality and subspace, a tower tear apart the veil and split the secret tide, like a spear of colored cobalt and flawed darkness.
The dying flames struggled on the spire, spewing white flames into the ever-changing sea of ​​souls, beating like a heart rate without rhythm, and lightning kept sliding across the surging spiritual energy.
Subspace is ruthless, with the claws of giant creatures stretching out from the hurricane and sweeping over the shield, each impact pressing the flames even weaker.
In a sealed room at the top of the tower, a lonely figure quietly kneeled.
It was shrouded in a dense ink-like shadow, staring at the unnatural storm in the distance, making no sound, and not even breathing.
The scenery outside churned with disgusting colors like oil floating on the water. Anything could break down with just one glance, but it kept staring at it.
The crackling of the shield under pressure and bending is everything that illuminates the storm outside.
The tides of the subspace hit the spire in jagged shapes, unpredictable waves, but then the torch pierced the slave ignited the cluster of flames with pain, sending the fierce shock wave back to the psychic garbage that produced it.
The spire trembled and let out a pitiful whine, the dying wail of tens of thousands of slaves.
But when the sound reached the room, it was twisted like a sinister whisper, pointing directly to the heart, not the ear.
“Drazzar, Drazzar, Drazzar…”
Every word echoes in the blood, but no one will pay attention to such a sound, because it can be said to be the most depraved corner of the universe.
It has many names, but as the one known to people, instead-
Comoros.
Comoros, the city of darkness, a giant city in the network, and it is also the home of the Dark Spirits.
The origin of this city can be traced back to the distant heyday of the Spiritual Empire. It does not exist in real space, but is located in a maze dimension called NetDao.
The Internet is the masterpiece of the ancient saint of the creator of the Galaxy. Although the Internet has undergone tremendous changes since the spiritual empire reached its peak and has been destroyed by wars and disasters, they still mastered the original Internet technology.
Although moving between dimensions is a very risky technique, the elves do not hesitate to use this unique skill, because the network can allow time travelers to teleport and interstellar travel while also avoiding the risk of direct exposure to subspace.
But since the fall of Madness, the Internet has become a fragmented and dangerous area, and its darkest corners are filled with indescribable entities from subspace.
Even so, the many nodes in the network still allow those most fearless or vicious people to attack millions of targets in the Milky Way without warning, and Comoros is the largest network city in the Spiritual Empire before the Great Descent.
The fleet of the ancient spiritual empire can travel to various home worlds through Comoros and to the farthest corner of the Milky Way, so this is also the most important place in the Internet.
Due to its strategic value, no faction in the Spiritual Empire could rank ruling here, but was directly ruled by the supreme parliament of the Empire. This autonomy allowed Comoros to expand rapidly, and all individuals who wanted to get rid of the Spiritual Eyes went here, and all money and influence flowed into the hands of the Empire and its allies through the city.
Comoros itself is also expanding into the blank area of ​​the network, combining many maze-like satellite areas, private territories and other port cities. After countless years of construction, the city has reached a stunning level.
But at that time, Comoros was still a relatively normal city, but the great fall changed the way the spirits lived and also changed the Comoros.
The self-destruction of the spiritual race has created evil spirits, but not all spiritual races know how to repent. In fact, hedonism and perverted art have been deeply rooted in the flesh and blood of many upper-class spiritual races. They are unwilling to accept the asceticism of their fellow Ark compatriots, and instead seek a safe place to avoid the gaze of Slaines and continue their past depravity.
Comoros eventually became their choice.
But just hiding is not enough. As time goes by, the spiritual races hiding in Comoros began to feel the soul's desire and became increasingly withered. If they want to continue their lives, they can only torture other creatures and absorb the pain of other creatures.
Some people speculate that the cause of this phenomenon is that the chaotic god Sarne is constantly sucking the souls of the Comoros Spirit Clan.
In order to survive, the Comoros' spiritual race began to hunt slaves in large quantities to carry out various cruel tortures, perhaps to satisfy Slaanes' hunger or to replenish their sucked souls.
Since then, the Dark Spirit Clan was born, and Comoros has become the largest slave market in the Galaxy.
Out of fear, other races often only dare to call it "Dark City", and other spiritual races call this city a "cancer" growing on the sacred network.
After countless years of reconstruction and proliferation, Comoros is not only a single city, but also the largest city in the Milky Way. It is considered impossible to measure area in traditional ways. Its surface has been overdeveloped so that buildings must continue to grow in vertical fields. The buildings in various areas grow upward like plants competing for sunlight.
Each spire and skyscraper in the city is connected to the neighbors through curved arches and tulle-like piers. The tall nests and palaces that are several miles high extend up and down at the same time, spiraling into the twisted space of the net.
Every year of Terra, the city absorbs more dimensions as its foundation, so the population of Comoros is even greater than that of all planets in an important galaxy.
From another perspective, Comoros is actually a collection of loose sites, adhering to the trunk of the network like tumor cells. Those sites that gather far away may be thousands of light years apart from each other, but in the network, these distant site space transmission shortcuts are interconnected.
Every day, thousands of ships docked on the spire of Comoros, and the population of the Dark Spirits far exceeded the human empire's predictions, and even the compatriots in the Ark could not accurately calculate their number.
The network paths around the city of Darkness are filled with light trajectories of ships entering and leaving. Some portal channels entering and leaving the real space are tiny and dim, but those located in the largest districts of the city are huge and abnormal, enough to accommodate the entry and exit of the entire raid fleet. On the thorny skyscrapers and spire dock columns, various high-speed aircraft of the Dark Spirits and other alien races fixed by purple electromagnetic beams.
But not all areas of Comoros are open to the public. There are still several mysterious areas in the city. They belong to various shrines, which even the consul cannot control and belong only to the bishop of the shrine.
The Nightmare Temple is one of them, and its iconic building is the huge torch of pain.
"silence."
The shadows whispered hoarsely, but they still heard their laughter.
The beast with primitive wisdom laughs wildly with rough poetry, scratching its boundaries with its indelible claws.
A huge being stirred in the mist of the ether, it felt that the being shaking, and saw a shadow as big as the sun rippling in the storm.
It's approaching.
"Get out."
The huge existence broke the violent fluctuations of the fog of the soul, like a huge shark, passing through the vast ocean, with its eyes staring hungrily.
【You lost it】
This time, the answer was full of emotion, but not at all pleasant.
It is deep, mocking, with inhuman resonance.
“It is me, I am it.”
【It used to be your body, carrying the memory of you once a mortal】
A spiritual shadow composed of black fog and hatred suddenly hit, hitting the invisible shield, causing a wave in the spiritual realm.
"It's gone, I'm me now, and there's no second me."
【Very good, even that thing-]
The torch burned violently again, and the existence swung suddenly and disappeared.
The shadow watched the storm outside gradually subsided. He first chuckled lowly, then laughed loudly, and finally laughed wildly, making the entire tower shake.
The dark spirits near everyone were instinctively beating faster because of the threat. Then, a roar cut through the chaotic sky of Comoros like thunder.
“Suin Daellae!!”
“Suin Daellae!!”
Chapter completed!