Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

225 Alone

Ravens gathered in front of William as Blake turned back into his human form. He held the coordinates that had turned into an inanimate lead ball and asked, “Presiding Judge, what should we do next?”

Despite Aiur already leaving, it didn’t mean the end to the matter.

It was unclear if it was intentional or not, but Black Crow Gaze’s coordinates were completely fixed under the other party’s power. This turned Black Crow Gaze’s originally ethereal coordinates into a precise location, preventing it from drifting through the Moon Realm domain through the control of the coordinates.

In short, they were temporarily trapped here.

“Contact Cass and get him to activate the emergency spell in Dawn Fortress with Judgment 4. And can we pull Black Crow Gaze back too?” William asked as he turned away from Hill.

The Tacma Church member was trapped in a pitch-black amber, with only light emanating from his eyes. Four dark Voidwalkers surrounded the amber, waiting for William’s orders.

William knew that there was a lot of information that could be gained from this old man, but it would take time to verify it all. So, he decided to imprison him for the time being, especially since there was an interrogation room in the Dawn Fortress’s dungeon. While it had only been a decoration in the game before, things were different now.

One had to be patient in order to obtain information.

“I can do that,” Blake said uncertainly, responding to William’s proposal.

He had used this same tactic before to escape the attack of the Void Sovereigns in Black Crow Gaze.

“But?”

“But you, Remides, the guy with the spellblade, and the palace in Moonlaw City will all be dragged into the Grief Mountains.”

Blake shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

William inhaled deeply.

He knew it would take a while to travel back to Ava State from the Blackwater Province. The civil matters in Ava State and the movements of the empire’s expeditionary fleet didn’t allow them the luxury of time.

Two of Ava State’s leaders, including the supreme leader, were missing. Even her residence was gone. This would only add to the already tense situation and cause significant damage.

Order, even if it was broken, was better than chaos. Remides knew that as long as the city-states in Ava State pretended to follow the original Mooncycle Council, she could quickly regain control of the situation with the support of William and the new Judgment.

However, if this facade collapsed before that, it would be much harder to restore order.

“Is there any other way?” Remides asked immediately.

She understood better than William how the situation in Ava State would unfold if it was allowed to continue. Because of this, no matter how much she longed to visit the Grief Mountains, a place she had not seen in centuries, and discover what it was like there, she had to return to Ava State right away.

“There’s a way…” Blake said, using his authority as the Father of the Crows. A multitude of winged black shadows appeared behind him and in his open hand, a faint pitch-black ball began to form.

“I can create another coordinate and use the ‘tainted’ Currere coordinates in Moonlaw City’s palace as an anchor. When the time comes, I’ll alter the coordinates so you can drift back with the palace.”

The spacetime in the Moon Realm was chaotic, causing the coordinates of Moon Realm domains to constantly change, even for the Void Sovereigns’ domains. However, their domains were so large that it was easy to sense where one was standing in an open field.

But Currere coordinates were fixed and could be established through specific numbers and reference systems. In fact, the concept of fixed coordinates came from Currere.

Even though William and the others had “moved” to Black Crow Gaze, Moonlaw City should still have its Currere coordinates. As long as they didn’t give the palace, which had been heavily damaged, a new Currere coordinate—for example, by throwing it into the Grief Mountains—Blake could still return it to its current coordinates.

However, the problem was…

William looked at Blake’s uneasy expression and asked, “It’s going to take longer to create new coordinates, right?”

“And I have to reverse-calculate the Currere coordinates through the palace. It’ll probably take even longer than usual. Plus, I can’t control Black Crow Gaze’s automatic defense mechanism during this process.”

Blake nodded, his expression grim.

Outside Black Crow Gaze, several large Lunar Monster legions were approaching, led by eight Demon Generals. If Blake could participate in the battle, there was still a chance of winning with the Crows and the geographical advantage of controlling the storm in Black Crow Gaze.

William understood Blake’s concerns and smiled.

“Hurry up and create those new coordinates.”

With that, a pair of wings made of light appeared on his back.

Blake panicked and asked, “Wait, Presiding Judge, are you going to…”

Could it be that he was planning on taking on the four Moon Realm legions by himself?

But how could this be possible?

Although it wasn’t a precise comparison, people generally believed that Demon Generals were roughly as strong as mortals at the peak of the Divine Realm or main-god Authority holders—it was even possible that they were stronger because of their demonic physique.

Those who could defeat the Demon Generals one-on-one were heroes who would have their tales sung for centuries. Even history books would write about them and many places would be named after them.

Fighting one-on-one was like fighting an opponent at the peak of the Divine Realm. Now, William was facing eight of them.

Blake believed that the Presiding Judge could possibly win with difficulty against eight Demon Generals, having relied on his strength to defeat three Void Incarnations in extreme conditions before. He had even won the title of Moon Realm Calamity with that battle.

However, there were still four legions to deal with.

In the past, when the Presiding Judge fought three Void Incarnations alone, it was the Doomsday Watchers and the Salvation Coalition’s army that held back the Moon Realm Legion outside and created an opportunity for him. Now, countless high-level Lunar Monsters on the scale of a legion were attacking, giving them an exaggerated numerical advantage.

It was important to note that this was the Moon Realm, their home ground. Those Lunar Monsters wouldn’t dissipate after death, instead turning into salt crystals and disappearing. As long as the Void Sovereigns were willing, they could immediately be reborn in the Moon Realm domain and rush back into the battlefield.

It would be endless unless William used Judgment equipment to finish them off and eliminate them.

However, on a battlefield of this scale, he wouldn’t have the spare time to finish them off one by one.

“William!” Remides shouted frantically as she sensed William’s intentions.

“Let’s go back to the Grief Mountains. We don’t need to go this far. So what if the situation in the Ava State gets out of control? As long as you’re alive, we have a chance.”

William, who was hovering in midair, stopped and looked down at Remides’s flustered face before turning to Blake. He said with a hint of defeat, “You don’t think I’m planning on killing myself, do you?”

The two of them didn’t respond, but it was clear from their expressions that they did believe this.

William sighed and said to Blake, “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to end my own life. And I won’t let the other side use numbers to defeat me… I’ve hated monster stacking fights for a long time.”

Although Blake didn’t understand what the Presiding Judge meant by ‘monster stacking,’ he still said anxiously, “But, you…”

“I’m just trying to buy some time. Just get the coordinates done as soon as possible. If I really can’t hold on any longer, I’ll let you know to activate the first plan,” William replied and looked at Remides.

“I’m helping to stabilize the situation in the Ava State, but I wouldn’t risk my life for it. I actually crave battles like this.”

Is he really seeking out a suicidal battle?

Remides stared at William in shock.

William looked at her expression and added, “It’s not suicide; it’s a test.”

“What kind of test?”

“To test my abilities and a theory about the Eighth Holy Spirit’s power,” William replied. Then, he looked at the small lead ball in Blake’s hand and realized something.

Maybe this is what Aiur meant by turning this coordinate into metal.

Or is this some kind of trial?

Forget it, now isn’t the time to think about this…

William shook his head and assured the two Judgment members, “I won’t die here.”

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

He seemed to have raised an impressive flag for himself.

Then, he immediately shut up and left.

He couldn’t let the others say things like “we’ll wait for you to return,” digging the flag in even deeper.

Instead of flying to the border of Black Crow Gaze where the Moon Realm Legion was, William flew alone to Dawn Fortress nearby.

More specifically, he flew to the entrance of the Treasure Vault from Dawn Fortress.