Void Evolution System

The beings that came out of the crack didn't bear any resemblance to the Nox, especially not the Higher Nox.

They shared the same pitch-black ink-like skin of the Lesser Nox, however, their forms were defined.

There were five types of creatures that rushed into the Heavenly World.

Some were large, some were small, but regardless of their appearances, Tiamat felt a connection to them all.

It was an extremely disconcerting feeling.

From the moment they arrived at the crack, she'd been on edge. It was the reason she asked Damien why he trusted that scientist.

She felt the need to voice something, anything, because if she stayed silent she'd be pulled into the crack.

She could feel that this was her origin.

The place beyond that crack was the place where the people who created her race were, the people who led to their tragic fates.

But that didn't have anything to do with Tiamat.

She was hardly a Nox. No, rather, she never once had anything in common with them.

She was never subjected to the same restrictions as them, and no matter what she did for them, they always regarded her in fear.

The Nox species had no right to associate with her.

But standing in front of the crack, she couldn't help but feel like she was one of them.

The undeniable urge to go beyond and find what lay on the other side was hard to resist, but Tiamat wasn't a weak character. When she set her mind on something, nothing could stop her from accomplishing it.

She'd given her life to Damien.

Right now, she had to trust in him rather than her instincts.

Besides, he wasn't a man who knew how to disappoint.

Her wishes would be fulfilled somehow, so until then, she just needed to focus on the tasks she was given.

The second the Foreign Races started pouring out from the crack, the battle started.

The experts who'd gathered in the vicinity all charged in, claiming areas around the tear in reality that they would guard.

This was a method used to make sure nobody would interfere in another's battles. The territories claimed by each Influence would only be handled by them.

And, of course, Void Palace had a spot in front of them all, just a few tens of feet away from the crack.

Dominic, Darius, and Tiamat led their squads to that spot and started fighting.

For Dominic and Darius, this was an opportunity to measure their growth and use the skills they'd accumulated in the past century.

For Tiamat, it was a sort of cathartic relief. She just wanted to get rid of the feeling haunting her.

Damien stayed back while they moved, observing the battlefield from a point where he was unaffected by it.

Though, he wasn't skimping on his duties.

As explosions filled the air and it became hard to distinguish friend from foe, nobody could really notice as several otherworldly enemies disappeared from the crowd.

Especially since there were hundreds of them already in the Heavenly World and hundreds more pouring out every second.

Several tens of them disappeared from reality together every few seconds.

Their existences were purified.

The Foreign Races were beings of chaos. Damien didn't even need to directly see them to confirm it.

With the new concept of order he'd comprehended, Damien was given the ability to remove chaos from the world.

Against that power, combined with the weight of Damien's league, these creatures, despite being Demigods themselves, stood no chance.

He devoured them in droves, intaking their existences.

It was almost too easy for him.

With such a simple action, Damien learned so much.

But, at the same time, he didn't learn anything.

'Their strategies are still the same.'

The creatures that everyone was facing now were just manufactured soldiers meant to rapidly invade other worlds.

It was the exact same strategy the Nox used in the past. These were the equivalent of unintelligent Lesser Nox whose numbers and durability were their only advantage.

'But, as expected, it's to another level when it comes from the original source.'

Unlike Lesser Nox, these creatures actually had purpose.

The, with lack of a better name for now, "Lesser Foreign Races," came in five types, each with its own specialization.

The ones being taken care of by the weakest of the present influences were called grunts. They were short and fat, with malformed bodies that looked more like blobs than living organisms.

They were the most like Lesser Nox, since their numerity was their speciality. They came out first, swamping their enemies and creating openings for those who came later.

Second came the Titans. Titans were massive beings that were twenty feet tall at the very least. They had monstrous physical strength and bodies that couldn't be penetrated without special means.

Third were the Sword Demons. Like their species name suggested, they were really demons of the sword. Their arms, four of which each of them had, were blades themselves, and with the ability to use sword aura and Sword Laws, they could dominate any battlefield.

The fourth kind was Sentries. Sentries acted from range like archers, barraging the battlefield with attacks and precisely eliminating those who'd dropped their guards.

And finally, the Shadows, assassins with extreme speed and concealment ability.

Together, these five types defined the invading army of the Foreign Races.

They didn't really need to use anything else.

After all, each of the archetypes complimented the rest. When all five were used together, they hardly left any openings to be exploited.

Naturally, they could still be defeated with enough power, strategy, or numbers, but despite their low intelligence, they were able to fight back against much smarter foes toe to toe without a problem.

The problem was, they were artificially created like the Lesser Nox.

Damien couldn't see the process through their existences, likely because their memories were distorted by the differences in the laws of the two planes, but Damien could at least see the dark facilities in which they were made.

There was a reason the Divine Order was able to create homunculi.

The entire process had been given to them by the Foreign Races in return for their subordination.

Or, at least, that was Damien's assumption.

Regardless, the details of it all could be figured out when he entered the crack himself.

But before that, the invasive forces had to be defeated so his land wouldn't be corroded into theirs.

'I'll leave my squads to take care of things on their own. As for the rest…'

Damien glanced around.

There were a few impressive people, but for the most part, it was a lackluster show of power from these subsidiary influences.

Since Damien wanted to contain the spread of corrosion as much as possible, and these people would definitely hinder him from doing so if left alone…

'...I guess they wouldn't mind if I gave them a little help.'

Damien smiled and called on his power.

A change began to take place on the battlefield.

A subtle aura was exuded by his body, but nobody present could feel it.

But somewhere in the distance, a certain being's head turned in that direction.

"That is…"

A grin formed on their face.

"...Void."