I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 568

Capítulo 568: A Civilizational Crusade! V

The journey across the Void was a long one as it stretched further than the distance Achilles had traveled to arrive at the Sanctuary of Life in the first place, and the emptiness between regions of reality seemed to extend endlessly in all directions.

And in that time, confined within that isolated bubble of green brilliance, Atraides had become very talkative.

The Commander floated near Achilles’s bound and twisted form while twirling concentrated Living Existential Authority of Life around his hand with casual ease, and the verdant energy danced between his fingers like living thing responding to unspoken commands. His voice when he spoke carried weight that suggested he’d been contemplating what to say for some time before finally deciding to articulate his thoughts.

“You sit there bound and twisted with that infuriating smile on your face as if you understand the situation you find yourself in, but let me tell you something with absolute certainty, Heathen. You don’t.” His tone was measured.

“You truly don’t comprehend what you’ve done or what consequences are bearing down upon you with inevitability that nothing in Observable Existence can prevent.”

The authority dancing around his hand pulsed brighter as he continued.

“The fact that you can look at me with those calm eyes and speak with that measured tone tells me everything I need to know about how fundamentally disconnected you are from the reality of your position.” He paused to let that assessment settle.

“Do you understand what it means to force Life and Necrocracy to work together? Do you have any conception of how deeply you had to offend both our Civilizations to make entities who have been locked in eternal conflict for eons beyond counting suddenly decide that you represent greater threat than we represent to each other?”

His fingers tightened slightly around the flowing authority.

“These are Primordial Civilizations that have shaped the very foundations of Observable Existence through our opposition. Our philosophical differences aren’t mere disagreements about methodology or approach. They represent fundamental contradictions about what existence itself should be, and we have prosecuted this conflict across countless Shattered Folds and through timeframes that would break lesser minds just trying to comprehend their scope.”

Atraides leaned slightly closer to Achilles’s bound form.

“And yet somehow, through actions that I don’t even fully understand the extent of, you managed to make both our leaders issue mandates that we should cooperate to ensure your complete eradication. That alone should tell you how catastrophically you’ve miscalculated.” His voice took on heavier quality.

“When THE Slumbering Genesis and THE Corpse Hierophant, beings whose very names carry existential weight and whose authorities shaped reality itself in the past Ages, when those entities who have been collapsed and struggling to recover for eons suddenly find enough strength to reach into dreams and issue coordinated revelations about a single target…”

He shook his head with something that might have been genuine concern.

“You should be trembling in absolute terror rather than humming to yourself with that contemplative expression as if you’re working through some clever strategic puzzle. This isn’t a game where you can simply outthink your opponents through superior tactics. This isn’t a situation where your unprecedented capabilities will save you through sheer innovation.” His eyes blazed with intensity.

“And I know you have to be capable to have done what you did. What’s coming for you transcends anything your limited experience has prepared you to face, and the fact that you don’t seem to grasp this fundamental truth is almost more offensive than whatever violations you committed in the first place.”

…!

The words of Atraides were heavy and carried implications that would have terrified most beings into desperate pleading or attempts at negotiation, but Achilles kept his calm smile while only listening as he did not even reply or acknowledge the warnings being delivered.

Atraides simply shook his head at this non-response as they continued their journey through the Void, and he seemed to accept that his captive either didn’t understand or didn’t care about the severity of his situation.

But while Commanders of these two Civilizations imprisoned one body and transported him far away toward unknown destination, while Atraides delivered his warnings and attempted to make Achilles comprehend the scope of forces arrayed against him, something else was occurring that neither the Commander nor any of the assembled Legions had detected.

Achilles was silently spreading microscopic Spores in the form of Living Existential Authorities of Life and Necrocracy throughout the surrounding forces, and he was putting his theoretical possibilities into practical actions at this very moment.

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Far away from the Void crossing where one body was imprisoned.

Outside a vast domain surrounded by concentrated death authority that made the surrounding emptiness seem almost vibrant by comparison, a massive floating Shattered Fold could be seen. The structure appeared as planar domain that stretched gigaparsecs wide in all directions, and its surface pulsed with obsidian radiance that marked it as territory belonging to forces aligned with Necrocracy’s principles.

This was a Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuary, one of the hidden strongholds where Living Necrocracies gathered to coordinate their activities and cultivate their authorities without interference from opposing Civilizations.

At this moment, the body of Achilles that had left his own Sanctuary of Life to attack such locations as part of his Crusade had arrived here with his assembled Shadowborn Legions. They floated in the Void at distance that kept them beyond immediate detection range, and their forms were concealed through sophisticated veiling techniques that made them appear as nothing more than ambient void energy.

But instead of launching outright attack as originally planned, Achilles had decided to test his theoretical capabilities in practical application, so he veiled himself and everyone else even more thoroughly as he began distributing his authority in microscopic particles toward the Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuary below.

The Spore-like extensions of his power drifted downward with movements that appeared completely natural as random drift of ambient particles, and they were so small and numerous that even beings operating at elevated scales would dismiss them as harmless background radiation. Each particle carried fragment of his consciousness and contained enough of his authority to establish connection point for Assimilation, but they appeared as nothing more than ordinary Living Existential Authority of Necrocratic Life floating through the environment.

The Sanctuary itself was magnificent in its terrible beauty, and the domain operated according to principles that inverted everything the Civilization of Life valued.

Where Life’s Sanctuaries cultivated vibrant ecosystems and celebrated growth, this place embraced elegant decay and transformation through dissolution.

Massive obsidian structures floated throughout the domain like monuments to endings, and their surfaces were covered with intricate carvings that depicted the glorious campaigns of THE Corpse Hierophant during ages past.

Rivers of concentrated death authority flowed between these structures in patterns that suggested circulatory system for the entire Sanctuary, and beings who bathed in these flows found their necrocratic capabilities enhanced through exposure.

Tens of thousands of Living Necrocracies inhabited this domain, and they took forms that ranged from skeletal humanoids to massive draconic constructs to floating consciousness that had abandoned physical bodies entirely. They moved through the Sanctuary with purpose that suggested active military organization rather than simple gathering of like-minded beings, and their coordinated activities revealed this was operational base for campaigns across multiple regions.

The microscopic Spores that Achilles had distributed drifted through the domain with perfect stealth, and they settled onto the bodies of Living Necrocracies who remained completely unaware that anything unusual was occurring.

The particles were so small that they passed through defensive authorities without triggering any alarms, and they established contact points across thousands of targets simultaneously.

At the heart of the Sanctuary, floating within massive obsidian skull that served as command center, three entities of tremendous power discussed strategic matters in voices that resonated with accumulated authority.

These were Commanders who operated at approximately CQ 10,000, beings whose capability exceeded even the transformed Mycelle and who could challenge entire regions through individual effort. They appeared as perfectly preserved humanoid forms wrapped in flowing robes of condensed death authority, and their eyes blazed with intelligence that had been refined across eons of service to their Civilization.

The first Commander spoke with voice like grinding stone.

“The mandate from our revelations was clear. All offensive operations against other Civilizations have been paused until the threat that encroached on our fundamental principles is eliminated completely.” His obsidian features showed no emotion.

“We are to maintain defensive postures and await further instructions…”

The second Commander nodded with agreement.

“The fact that we received dreams directly from THE Corpse Hierophant suggests this threat operates at scales we should not dismiss casually.” Her tone carried wariness. “If even our collapsed leader finds this situation worthy of direct intervention…”

The third Commander raised one hand with dismissive gesture.

“Regardless of the threat’s actual capability, the coordination with forces of Life tells us everything we need to know about how seriously this is being taken at the highest levels.” His voice carried certainty.

“We simply maintain our positions and trust that those dispatched to handle elimination will accomplish their objectives without our direct involvement.”

As they continued discussing logistics and strategic positioning, microscopic Spores settled onto each of their bodies without triggering any defensive responses. The particles were so perfectly disguised as ambient authority that even these elevated beings failed to notice their presence.

And then, without any warning or visible trigger, shock and dread appeared on all three Commanders’ faces simultaneously as their core existence felt something, but it was too late!

POP!

They disappeared.

Instantly.

Their bodies turned into obsidian rivulets that flowed backward through space-time itself, and these streams of liquefied existence poured into the tiny particles of authority that had settled onto their forms moments before. The process occurred so rapidly that they didn’t even have time to vocalize surprise or attempt resistance, and within single heartbeat three beings operating at CQ 10,000 had been completely consumed.

Throughout the entire Veiled Necrocratic Sanctuary, the same horrifying phenomenon occurred simultaneously across tens of thousands of targets.

Every single Living Necrocracy regardless of their power level or position within the organizational hierarchy suddenly disappeared as their bodies transformed into flowing streams of authority that poured into microscopic contact points.

The skeletal warriors dissolved into rivers of bone and shadow, the draconic constructs collapsed into torrents of condensed power, and the discorporate consciousness simply ceased maintaining coherent form as they were pulled into particles too small to perceive.

The entire Sanctuary became graveyard in the span of moments as tens of thousands of beings were Assimilated instantaneously and simultaneously, and not a single scream or cry of alarm managed to sound before the process completed.

…!

Oh!

Achilles’s eyes in his distant body blazed with triumph as he felt the overwhelming influx of power and understanding flooding into his existence from thousands of successful Assimilations occurring at once, and he recognized that Perfect Resonance Integration had functioned exactly as the ability description suggested!

Fuck!

Instantaneous Assimilation regardless of complexity or origin, and it had consumed an entire Sanctuary’s worth of beings whose individual capabilities ranged from basic members to Commanders operating at scales that should have made them impossible for him to threaten.

The experiment had succeeded beyond even his optimistic projections!

1/1 Onwards!