Chapter 157: Little Deer's Plane World (Part Two)

For an ordinary person, a millisecond might be too brief to make many movements.

However, for living entities like the Banshee and the Fawn, which already possessed enhanced dynamic vision, an incredible amount could be accomplished in that sliver of time.

The Fawn’s charge brought its antlers infinitely close to the Banshee’s lower abdomen.

Yet at that exact moment, the Banshee suddenly wore an expression as if her wicked scheme had succeeded, flashing a sinister smile at the Fawn.

Holding her bow before her, she had already executed a dodging maneuver.

Consequently, the Fawn’s antlers merely brushed against the outer edge of the gigantic purple bow.

For a fraction of a second, Ji Yu could feel the Life Grafting taking effect, beginning to disintegrate the brilliant glow of the giant purple bow.

However, that sensation lasted for only a fleeting moment.

The Fawn’s charge had missed its direct mark; the antlers and the giant bow grazed past each other's edges, and in the next instant, they were set to pass right by the Banshee.

The Banshee’s smile naturally stemmed from the belief that she had successfully lured the Fawn into the Boundary Realm, and all she needed to do next was pierce the Fawn’s body with her giant bow.

Yet, the response to the Banshee’s smile was a bizarre look of utter contempt within the Fawn’s pupils.

Because.

The very moment the Fawn brushed past the edge of the giant bow, its body abruptly and completely vanished from the Boundary Realm.

Vanishing along with it were the purple bow and the six-winged Banshee.

In merely a split second, all that anyone was able to capture visually was a tremendous sonic boom erupting from the ground, followed by the gigantic deer charging at the six-winged Banshee with a terrifying speed that left blurred afterimages.

Then, both of them vanished into thin air.

Outside the circular forest, within the command hall of the Southwest Military Region, countless officers stared at one another in blank dismay.

Because far too many things had happened over the past few minutes, and they were far too outlandish.

First came the descent of the Boundary Realm, followed by the appearance of countless Banshees.

Then, eight missiles were completely ignored and intercepted by the Banshees, after which the Spirit-Stag revealed a gargantuan size and posture far exceeding anyone's imagination.

Originally, the crowd intended to watch the showdown between the Spirit-Stag and the Banshees. But when the Banshee also manifested a bizarre posture, drawing a bow formed from an illusory purple moon and aiming it at the Spirit-Stag, the military promptly and hurriedly launched over a dozen more missiles to support the Fawn.

Although this support yielded no real effect, it indeed helped buy the Fawn a fraction of a second.

The moment the Fawn leaped into the air and charged toward the six-winged Banshee, everyone in the military felt a deep sense of tension in their hearts.

They all hoped the Fawn would strike true and successfully annihilate the six-winged Banshee, or failing that, at least replicate the purification it had previously performed on the lesser sprite.

However, the result presented before them left the entire military dumbfounded.

"Disappeared? What on earth is going on? Did the Spirit-Stag win, or did that Banshee win?"

An officer muttered after snapping out of his dazed observation of the screen.

"The Spirit-Stag won't lose. The Spirit-Stag has clearly successfully entered another powerful state tonight."

"The colorful light waves from earlier, and the images that suddenly appeared in our minds—all those supernatural phenomena clearly verify this."

Another officer, refusing to accept the possibility of the Spirit-Stag losing, immediately spoke in a loud and excited tone.

"Even if the Spirit-Stag cannot be considered a god of mythology, it must be infinitely close to one. We cannot explain the supernatural phenomena from earlier, but the joy that welled up in our hearts was undoubtedly real."

"The Spirit-Stag is currently our only and most powerful ally on Blue Star against the Purple Moon. Just as our Leon has always advocated for a community with a shared future for mankind, when facing the Purple Moon, the relationship between us and the Spirit-Stag should be described by another phrase."

"A community with a shared future for Blue Star's life!"

Another military analyst said, suppressing all the tumultuous emotions in his heart.

A community with a shared future for Blue Star—this was the thought that had surfaced when this officer previously beheld the vision of the divine deer in his mind and felt that joy stemming from the very depths of his soul.

This notion was rooted in his current perception, making him utterly convinced.

"Mythology descended long ago, and our world is currently at this critical crossroads."

"We should grant the Spirit-Stag the utmost degree of trust and cooperation. If we still fail to realize this now, Leon's situation will inevitably become even more difficult in the future."

"I agree with that point as well, but now is not the time to discuss this, nor can we dictate the decisions of the higher-ups. What we should be discussing is: where on earth did the Spirit-Stag go with that Banshee? Why did they vanish?"

The Chief of Staff of the Southwest Military Region finally spoke up abruptly.

"This......"

All the officers fell silent, their faces adopting expressions of deep anxiety.

The value of the Spirit-Stag and the supernatural feats it demonstrated had long made many recognize the absolute necessity of its existence.

One must realize that the Southwest Military Region's current success in producing twenty-four thousand enhanced soldiers was entirely thanks to the Spirit-Stag.

If they were to suddenly lose the Spirit-Stag, these people clearly could not accept such a loss.

Seated at the main command chair, the commander of the Southwest Military Region wore a heavy expression.

Although Xue Zhengde had initially harbored prejudices against the anomaly that was the Fawn, after nearly two months of observation and cooperation with it, his perspective on the Fawn had shifted dramatically.

While he wouldn't go so far as to say he trusted it completely, the benefits brought by their cooperation had made him keenly aware of the Fawn’s value.

Given Leon's current predicament, the Fawn’s existence was essential, and moreover, of paramount importance.

The Fawn's sudden disappearance caused Xue Zhengde no small amount of worry.

Yet, this old veteran possessed a remarkably resolute mindset.

"Where the Spirit-Stag specifically went, and whether it will win, are clearly things beyond our current ability to investigate or observe."

"For now, we can only wait."

"However, while we wait, we still need to handle some cleanup operations."

Xue Zhengde looked at the large number of two-winged Banshees and the numerous bizarre vines still remaining within the Boundary Realm on the screen at the front of the command room.

His implication was self-evident.

The Southwest Military Region possessed a massive stockpile of short- and medium-range missiles.

The reason they had launched so few previously was entirely because the Boundary Realm itself was not very large; they had worried that a saturation strike of excessive missiles would trigger a forest fire and endanger the deer herd.

Furthermore, because of the Fawn's presence, they still needed to observe the Fawn's combat capabilities, which was why they had resorted to intermittent, small-scale strikes.

Now, however, the situation had changed.

Therefore, in the next moment—just a few minutes after the Fawn and the six-winged Banshee vanished—thirty-some spots of light suddenly appeared in the sky above the circular forest under the pitch-black night sky.

The spots of light plummeted into the Boundary Realm, and then more than thirty missiles reappeared and descended.

Thus, a brutal plowing of the earth by missiles became the current scene within the circular forest's Boundary Realm.

Countless explosions and flashes of fire followed one another in rapid succession.

Accompanied by the miserable shrieks of the countless two-winged Banshees inside the Boundary Realm, the entire area instantly plunged into a tragic state.

This time, the Southwest Military Region launched at least nearly three hundred various rockets and short-range missiles.

Afterward, once all the terrifying explosions and fire had subsided, the entire Boundary Realm presented a scene shrouded in swirling smoke and thick with the stench of gunpowder.

The massive explosions struck terror into the hearts of the entire deer herd in the circular forest.

Countless ordinary deer, thoroughly panicked, rushed to gather near the first ring of the forest under the pacification of the one hundred Tier 2 sika deer.

Over twenty-seven thousand deer gathered together—a sight of indescribable magnificence.

Yet, despite this magnificent scale, the pupils of these deer remained filled with unease.

This included the one hundred Tier 2 deer as well.

All of this was simply because their prophet, or rather, their king, had vanished.

While the deer herd and the Leon Southwest Military Region were both worrying over the Fawn, the Fawn itself was currently gazing at the six-winged Banshee in fine condition.

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In the outer space of Blue Star, along its orbital path, a star was currently emitting a steady light as it slowly moved with Blue Star's orbit.

Inside that star was a world fifty square kilometers in area.

Within this world, sunlight refracted through the clouds in the sky and the spatial barrier, making the scenery here almost identical to the ground of Blue Star.

This dimensional world possessed clouds and even an atmosphere.

It was just that the altitude of the clouds here was not very high, sitting less than five hundred meters above the ground of this realm.

Even so, it was enough to make this small world appear extraordinarily peaceful and normal.

In this world, the ground was desolate, yet damp with the scent of fresh moisture due to having just been washed by rain.

Right at the very center of the world, there was also a large lake.

Under the illumination of the sunlight, the water in the lake was gradually clearing up from a previously turbid state.

At this moment, however, high above this lake, the Fawn's gigantic body was suspended in mid-air. Directly opposite it, the six-winged Banshee looked upon the surrounding world with a face full of panic and dismay.

The six-winged Banshee had indeed evaded the Fawn's charge, but she had been dragged into this dimensional world by the Fawn.

Within this world, the Fawn was a god in the truest sense of the word.

Because the moment he entered this realm, Ji Yu had perceived just that.

Here, the Fawn was everything; with a single thought, the clear sky above would instantly transform into roiling, dark storm clouds.

Countless bolts of thunder gathered within the dark clouds, lightning spread densely like a spiderweb, and the blinding flashes of lightning even caused the six-winged Banshee to tremble all over.

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible! Why is there a dimensional realm here? This is a world possessed only by deities! How can this be? You are not a god at all!"

"Establishing a dimensional realm within the void is something only a demigod can achieve at the very least. You are merely on par with me; even if you are slightly stronger than me, you should never be able to reach this degree."

"Why! Why!"

Overcome by terror, the Banshee's expression turned even more emotional and frantic.

She hurled countless mental inquiries at the Fawn, but such inquiries were destined to receive no answer.

"Are dimensional realms exclusive to gods?"

From the Banshee's questioning, Ji Yu gathered this piece of information, while simultaneously finally understanding why the game had designated the Fawn as a reserve candidate for a planetary deity.

It seemed Blue Star's affection for the Fawn was truly exceptionally enviable.

"Nothing is impossible. If you have never witnessed it, it merely speaks to your own superficial knowledge and narrow vision."

This was the only sentence Ji Yu uttered to the Banshee.

As for extracting information later, Ji Yu felt it would be better to purify this Banshee first!

Ji Yu had no intention of letting the trope of "dying from talking too much" befall himself and the Fawn.