Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Might of Abyssal Synthesis Core

Emperor Neo stood from his anvil of synthesized starlight. The Abyssal Synthesis Core rested perfectly in his palm. It was no larger than a mortal human heart, yet it contained the gravitational density of a collapsed star. The pitch black sphere hummed with violent, contained hunger. It was a masterpiece of legendary blacksmithing and divine creation magic.

​He did not waste a single second. Neo teleported directly from his underground sanctum to the absolute highest point of Zenith Prime. He appeared in the freezing exosphere, hovering thousands of miles above the sprawling cosmic capital. Below him, the massive continents and glowing oceans of his central world rotated peacefully.

​"System, interface with the Zenith Imperial Network. Designate the Abyssal Synthesis Core as the primary planetary defense matrix."

​[ System Alert: Interfacing with Divine (High) Artifact. ]

​[ Warning: The energy requirements to sustain this artifact exceed standard planetary cores. ]

​"I am the core," Neo replied coldly, pressing his hand forward and released the black orb into the exosphere.

​The Abyssal Synthesis Core did not fall. It floated perfectly in place, spinning rapidly.

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Neo channeled his massive reserves of Cosmic Force directly into the artifact. The orb suddenly expanded, detonating into a massive shockwave of invisible void energy.

​This energy did not destroy. It enveloped around Zenith Prime in a matter of seconds.

But the array did not stop there. The threads pierced through the dimensional barriers, connecting to the dimensional gates of all one hundred and thirty nine worlds under his rule.

Every single planet in the Zenith Empire was now covered by a thin, entirely invisible layer of absolute hunger.

​[ System Notification: Abyssal Defense Grid fully operational. ]

​[ Network Tether Complete: 139 Worlds shielded. ]

​Neo crossed his arms.

The trap was set. He gently floated back down to his imperial palace, taking his seat upon the obsidian throne.

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​Meanwhile, far beyond the borders of the Noman Sector, the fabric of space literally tore open.

​There was no spatial distortion or standard warp signature. The universe was simply cut open by a blade of pure, absolute holy light. From this massive cosmic wound, the First Inquisitor Armada emerged.

​Tens of thousands of golden warships sailed out of the tear. They were forged from celestial marble and polished sunstone, radiating a blinding aura that instantly vaporized the stray asteroids in their path.

At the center of the formation flew the divine flagship, a vessel so large it possessed its own gravitational pull.

​Standing on the open bridge of the flagship was Seraph, the Type 2 Arbiter. His body of shifting white light betrayed absolutely zero emotion. He did not look upon the Noman Sector with anger or vengeance. He looked at it like a gardener looking at a patch of diseased weeds.

​"Target the central coordinates of Zenith Prime," Seraph commanded through the telepathic network of his armada. "Do not open communication channels. Do not demand their surrender. A cosmic pathogen does not deserve the dignity of a trial. Initiate total sector erasure."

​The front hull of the massive flagship split open, revealing a crystalline cannon the size of a small moon.

This was the Divine Annihilation Cannon. It did not fire plasma or kinetic slugs. It fired the pure, concentrated concept of absolute erasure.

​Around the flagship, thousands of escort vessels channeled their own holy engines into the central cannon. The crystalline weapon began to glow with a terrifying, apocalyptic white light.

The energy gathering within the barrel caused the surrounding space to warp and crack, creating severe gravitational anomalies that crushed nearby rogue planets into dust.

​"Fire," Seraph ordered.

​Instantly a beam of pure, blinding white light erupted from the cannon. It was a torrent of absolute destruction, moving exponentially faster than the speed of light.

It tore across the galaxy, leaving a permanent, glowing scar in the dark canvas of space.

​On Zenith Prime, the citizens were going about their newly freed lives.

Suddenly, the sky turned a blinding white.

There was no night or day anymore. There was only the incoming light of pure erasure.

​In the capital city of Noman Prime, World King Zenos looked up at the sky from his command center..

The newly installed Zenith warning sirens screamed in deafening unison. Millions of citizens fell to their knees in sheer panic, believing the end of the world had arrived.

​"Hold your ground!" Zenos roared, "Do not panic! We are the citizens of the Zenith Empire! Our Emperor has conquered the stars, and he will not let us fall to the false gods!"

​Despite his brave words, Zenos felt a chill run down his spine. The sheer pressure of the incoming attack was suffocating. It was an attack meant to wipe out a hundred worlds simultaneously.

​The beam of divine erasure finally slammed directly into the exosphere of Zenith Prime.

​A cataclysmic impact should have occurred. The planet should have been instantly instantly reduced to scattered cosmic ash.

​Instead, the sky turned pitch black.

​The invisible threads of the Abyssal Synthesis Core violently activated.

Buzzzz!

The moment the divine light touched the outer atmosphere, the pitch black orb in the exosphere awakened its true, terrifying purpose.

​Gigantic runic circles composed entirely of void energy flared to life across the sky. The barrier did not try to block the attack. Blocking would mean matching force with force, a battle of attrition.

Instead, the barrier opened like the massive jaws of a primordial beast.

​The practical usage of the Abyssal Synthesis Core was finally displayed to the universe.

​The blinding white beam plunged into the dark runic circles and was instantly trapped in a localized, artificial black hole. The violent friction of the clash created a soundless, terrifying spectacle of light and dark grinding against each other.

​Inside the core, the Type Three divine energy was aggressively ripped apart. The holy signatures, the destructive intent, and the celestial commands woven into the beam were violently stripped away. The core acted as a cosmic digestive system, breaking down the world ending attack into pure, neutral, raw cosmic energy.

​Down in the throne room, Emperor Neo closed his eyes and opened his arms.

​A massive pillar of refined cosmic energy struck him directly from the ceiling of the palace. The Abyssal Synthesis Grid was funneling the digested power of the First Inquisitor Armada straight into his physical body.

​[ System Alert: Massive External Energy Influx Detected. ]

​[ Initiating Supreme Talent: Universal Synthesis. ]

​Neo threw his head back as his body absorbed the apocalyptic payload. His skin glowed with blinding intensity, and the coronal rings in his eyes spun wildly.

The volume of energy was staggering, even for a Type 2 (Saint).

​[ Cosmic Force increased by 250,000. ]

​[ Nether Force increased by 150,000. ]

​[ Vitality increased by 100,000. ]

​[ Host is approaching the threshold for Type 2 -> Saint (Mid) Rank. ]

​Neo laughed. It was a dark, rumbling sound that shook the obsidian pillars of his throne room. The heavens had tried to execute him, and they had only succeeded in feeding him.

​"Do not let a single drop go to waste. Funnel the excess energy directly into the Imperial Network. Feed my kings. Feed my worlds."

​The Abyssal Synthesis Core obeyed. After fully saturating Neo’s immediate limits, the dark orb redirected the remaining tidal wave of pure energy through the dimensional tethers.

​Across the 139 worlds, the terrified citizens watched as the blinding apocalyptic light vanished, replaced by a soothing, golden rain of pure mana.

​On Noman Prime, World King Zenos gasped as a rush of immense power flooded his veins. His physical injuries healed instantly, and his magical reserves doubled in a matter of seconds. The very soil of the planets became enriched, shattered buildings were infused with fortifying magic, and the overall vitality of all four hundred and twelve billion citizens spiked dramatically.

​Far out in the deep void, the Divine Annihilation Cannon finally ceased its firing sequence. The barrel smoked, completely drained of its celestial ammunition.

​Seraph stared at the holographic feed on the bridge of the flagship. For the first time in ten thousand years, the Arbiter of the Watchers felt a completely alien sensation. It was not anger. It was confusion.

​Zenith Prime was completely untouched. The Noman Sector was entirely intact. In fact, the planetary energy readings spiking on their scanners indicated that the target worlds had become vastly stronger than before the bombardment.

​"Impossible!! The Divine Cannon fired at maximum yield. Even a Saint would be severely injured. Where did the energy go?" a High Cardinal whispered on the bridge in absolute horror.

​Before Seraph could analyze the failure, the holographic communication array on the flagship violently glitched. The pristine celestial interface was overwritten by a creeping, pitch black static.

​The massive projection of Emperor Neo Godson appeared directly above the bridge of the Inquisitor flagship. His massive, burning coronal eyes stared down at the tens of thousands of golden warships. His presence bled through the hologram, projecting a terrifying, suffocating heat that made the celestial marble of the ships begin to crack.

​"Hum, I was wondering how long it would take for the Watchers to finally notice me."

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