Chapter 137: The Realm of Truth and Illusion

"Is this the end?" Nyarlathotep let out a depraved chuckle. The Child of Chaos, wielding the Reality Stone, laughed wantonly across this realm of truth and illusion.

"I understand. In this space-time where reality and illusion intertwine, any weapon posing a threat to the Evil God is treated as illusory. These weapons never hit the Evil God at all; what he presented to us was merely the spectacle we wished to see." Phase Smith Karax gazed at the regenerating Nyarlathotep in the void, a sudden flash of insight illuminating the truth of the situation.

As the chief designer of the Wings of Twilight, Karax had personally arrived on the battlefield to better analyze and improve the various systems of the Wings of Twilight.

"So that's how it is. Karax, do you have any method to resolve this problem?" Artanis and the others also came to understand. This space-time had been constructed by Nyarlathotep utilizing the Law of Truth and Illusion, yet the weaponry of the Wings of Twilight had not been calibrated against this law, making it naturally impossible to strike him.

Realizing that they had previously been toyed with by Nyarlathotep like mere capybaras, Artanis and the others felt a profound sense of humiliation. However, the Templar possessed immense mastery over their own emotions, and Artanis and his companions quickly reined in their feelings. Humiliation or anger aside, the most pressing matter now was to rectify this disgrace.

"If we modify the weaponry of the Wings of Twilight, replacing the Law of Annihilation with the Law of Truth and Illusion, there is a chance to disrupt this space-time controlled by the Evil God." Karax’s thoughts raced rapidly as his fingers danced across the projection before him. Soon, a modification plan for the primary weapons of the Wings of Twilight materialized before everyone's eyes.

As a new-era war machine of the Protoss Empire, the Wings of Twilight not only carried the empire's latest weapon systems but also integrated a complete, self-contained military-industrial assembly line. This pipeline possessed the capacity to manufacture fleets for the Wings of Twilight while granting the Khalai technicians aboard the ability to upgrade or recalibrate various systems.

"Well done, Karax. Adjust the weapon systems immediately, and let us teach this arrogant Evil God a profound lesson." Artanis cast a cold gaze at the cackling Evil God outside the bridge.

Since they communicated entirely through the Khala, the process consumed very little time. Furthermore, numerous probe drones were available to execute commands regarding the recalibration of the weapon systems. Consequently, the moment Nyarlathotep's voice faded, the weaponry of the Wings of Twilight had already been reconfigured.

The six supreme laws intertwined with one another, meaning that replacing the Law of Annihilation with the Law of Truth and Illusion was not an exceptionally difficult task—at least, not for the Protoss Empire.

Aior, who had been closely observing them, also wore a gratified smile. Although Nyarlathotep’s Realm of Truth and Illusion was constructed using the Reality Stone, Nyarlathotep was not the true master of the stone. Therefore, sufficient impact from the Law of Truth and Illusion would severely disrupt his control over this space-time.

Naturally, this presupposed the ability to strike the target. Nyarlathotep’s own carelessness and arrogance inadvertently ensured this outcome, for when facing Aior, Nyarl never engaged in a direct confrontation.

"My, my, what a pity," Nyarlathotep transformed once more into a "beautiful woman" draped in traditional human female attire, raising a folding fan to shield his face. Yet his unfinished words were abruptly cut short by a burst of purple radiance.

"Still unwilling to give up?" The purple brilliance arrived before Nyarlathotep in an instant, and as he had done previously, Nyarlathotep nonchalantly allowed the attack to land squarely upon his body.

To his utter astonishment, however, this stream of purple radiance did not tear him "to shreds" like the weapons before it. This unsettling development sent a flicker of ominous foreboding through the hitherto confident Nyarlathotep.

Sure enough, upon striking Nyarlathotep, the purple radiance instantly morphed into a blazing crimson, tearing a massive fissure across this realm of truth and illusion. Through the gaping tear, Aior instantly recognized the familiar expanse of the Dark Sector.

*Damned Evil God.* Aior’s eyes narrowed slightly. It was this place again; this Evil God truly possessed no shred of honor.

Buffeted by the overwhelming shockwave of the Law of Truth and Illusion, Nyarlathotep coughed up a mouthful of blood and flashed toward the jagged rift. "As expected of the Protoss. We shall meet again."

Without waiting for a response, Nyarlathotep vanished from this space-time, and the previously rent fissure snapped shut once more.

Artanis and the others exchanged glances. While successfully injuring the Evil God was undoubtedly a cause for celebration, had the culprit simply escaped like this? Was it truly over?

"It is not over yet." Aior materialized, stepping onto the bridge of the Wings of Twilight. Every Protoss present immediately bowed in reverence.

"Nyarl trapped us within the Realm of Truth and Illusion. Once the realm was shattered, we would naturally return to the material universe, but Nyarl deliberately set the exit point within the Dark Sector." Aior nodded in acknowledgment, turning his gaze toward Artanis and the others.

"The Dark Sector—a place where the laws are in complete disarray. Even the Wings of Twilight cannot escape quickly from there." Karax was well-acquainted with the Dark Sector; its utterly chaotic cosmic laws held a profound fascination for certain Protoss scientists.

"Indeed. Even I cannot force open a space-time tunnel from the Dark Sector back to the outside world. The laws there have been thoroughly eroded by the Void. The Dark God has forged that domain into the ultimate lair of the Evil Gods." Aior concurred with Karax’s assessment. As one who had just departed the Dark Sector, he possessed considerable authority on the matter.

"The Evil God's lair?" Artanis etched this intelligence into his memory. "Then, Your Majesty, how shall we return to Midgard?"

"It appears your primary weapons are capable of channeling the power of the six supreme laws?" Aior smiled faintly, glancing at Karax beside him. "As your deity, I have never truly instructed you. Since that is the case, allow me to impart a lesson."

"...Will follows the mind, the mind follows intent... Beyond the mind, nothing exists; beyond the mind, no principle dwells..." Accompanied by Aior’s words, a wave of golden radiance rippled outward from his form, rapidly enveloping the entire pale-red Realm of Truth and Illusion.

"I declare this place to be Midgard." As the golden radiance dissipated, the Realm of Truth and Illusion dissolved along with it, leaving the Wings of Twilight and its entire fleet stationed securely within the high orbit of Midgard.

"Praise be to the Lord of Minds, praise be to the God of Wisdom." Karax, Artanis, and the others instantly grasped the profound meaning behind Aior's actions. The six supreme laws intertwined, yet each possessed distinct attributes, and the power of spirit and mind was far more abstruse than the Protoss Empire had ever comprehended.

"Tch, it seems the plan has failed," Nyarlathotep muttered, wiping the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. The previous assault had been far from pleasant; after all, his current avatar was merely a demigod, and the direct collision of the supreme laws had reverberated deep into his true essence.