prynovel Chapter 1668 Final Chapter: Shigemi [12] "Let's walk to the end of the road."
Chapter 1668 Final Chapter: Shigemi [12] "Let's walk to the end of the road."
Chapter 1668 Final Chapter: The Shore-Walking Chapter [12]: "Let's walk towards the end of the road."
Rovasa, the Palace of the World, the succession ceremony.
The disappearance of daylight happens in an instant.
I don't know when it started, but night began to rise from the horizon. In the blink of an eye, daylight vanished, and the deep, ink-like night covered everything at an illogical speed.
The holy sword above the square suddenly burst forth with golden light that pierced the starry sky! It pierced through the newly closed night sky, like a giant pillar of molten gold piercing through heaven and earth.
Under the radiant light, the faces of the attendees were illuminated like sculptures.
"The Holy Sword is about to appear!" someone screamed. Instantly, all desires were ignited! Almost simultaneously, countless figures, like moths to a flame, rushed towards the high platform.
Players like Hua De also wanted to join in, but wisely chose to wait.
"Om-!"
The next moment, invisible ripples spread out. All the figures rushing towards the platform were sent flying back, many spitting blood in mid-air, as if struck by a heavy blow.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Two figures appeared in the air.
One was enveloped in a vibrant emerald halo, his long hair flowing like spring vines. The other was shrouded in a constantly rising, grayish-white mist, his face indistinct. They exuded a heavy, oppressive aura, yet they lacked any spiritual energy, resembling two walking corpses.
—Lotasha, the goddess of life!
—Crimson, the god of annihilation!
They were clearly dead, yet they became servants of the Radiant Mother Goddess.
"It's time to make a move, get ready to help Su Ming'an!" Ellie lowered her body and signaled to the players.
"Roar--!!!!"
Suddenly, two roars rang out.
Two malevolent auras erupted, clashing with the pure white light of order.
One woman wore a long, fiery red dress, her face breathtakingly beautiful. The other was tall and muscular, reeking of alcohol, his eyes hazy with intoxication.
— Evelyn, the cunning devil.
—The Great Devil Pero.
"Oh dear, it seems the big shots 'above' and 'below' can't resist getting involved." A soft, charming, and languid voice rang out, and Evelyn covered her mouth and chuckled. "Unfortunately, I won't allow you to touch my little princess. Lotasha, Clements, I never thought you'd be used as weapons by the Mother Goddess even after you're dead... Let me and Perlo end your suffering."
"laugh--!!!!!"
A piercing scream, as if tearing one's soul apart, rang out!
With the gods fighting in the heavens, the players who had originally intended to step forward immediately retreated and fled in panic.
The clash of the four gods was enough to instantly reduce mortals to ashes. The small platform stood like an isolated island amidst the surging divine power, the four gods tacitly avoiding that direction. "Su Ming'an" remained asleep in his wheelchair.
The maid supported his hand, and he finally touched the holy sword.
"Shh!"
A dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky, its radiance gilding the black hair of the orphan. The moment he touched the holy sword, it awakened. What followed were countless greedy hands and eyes.
"Snapped."
However, a bright red hand seized Su Ming'an's hand first, and then grasped the holy sword! The hand appeared so suddenly that even the maid beside him did not notice anyone approaching!
His long red hair flew through the air, the blazing flames seemed to scorch the sky, and his eyes were like lava. His figure emerged from a narrow slit that suddenly opened up, with his lower body still inside the slit!
It's Alger!
However, his body was stiff, as if he had no soul, and all his arrogance was gone. His other hand reached for Su Ming'an's heart, striking without hesitation. No one had expected this; it seemed Alger had been lurking in the time rift for a long time, waiting to kill and seize the sword!
No one could keep up with Alger's speed, not even the fastest flying bird in Rovasa.
Su Ming'an's eyes remained tightly closed, the murderous intent was close at hand, but he seemed completely unaware.
or--
He felt at ease.
He felt at ease—on this battlefield, even if he lost consciousness, someone would surely protect him.
"Whoosh!!!"
Alger paused.
His hand failed to pierce Su Ming'an's heart; just as it was about to touch Su Ming'an's chest clothing, Alger stopped.
Alger's chest was pierced by something black, bursting forth in a bright red, paint-bucket-like spray. His lips parted, and blood gushed wildly from his throat.
"vomit……!"
The next moment, Alger was sent flying backward!
A breeze rises, stirring someone's white hair.
It was as if an invisible mirror had suddenly shattered, revealing an endless abyss. On the high platform, a pair of crimson bat wings, woven from night and blood, gracefully and slowly unfurled from the broken space. The wings were so large that they almost completely blocked out all the remaining light above the square, casting shadows that utterly enveloped the platform and every pair of astonished eyes.
His white hair, as white as fresh snow, was so dazzling it almost stung the eyes. His green eyes were deep, like the River Styx flowing within them. Thin leather armor covered his upper body and thighs, and a mottled skull was tied around his waist. He walked forward with a cold expression and long, slender legs.
"Pfft."
A soft sound, so faint it was almost swallowed by the darkness.
It was He who, with a single slash, pierced Alger's chest and protected Su Ming'an.
With the second strike, Alger's arm, along with half of his shoulder, was severed instantly. The cut was smooth as a mirror, without any blood splattering; the annihilating property of the blade had instantly rendered it nothing.
The white-haired youth gripped a sickle, his green eyes cold, and with a single slash, he severed everything!
He stood guard beside Su Ming'an, facing all the covetous and greedy gazes, and unleashed a slash!
"Splash." "Splash." "Splash."
As if struck in the soul by an invisible hammer, the greedy onlookers, church knights, nobles... regardless of their strength, fell to the ground in swathes like harvested wheat. Some even prostrated themselves, unable to lift their heads.
Like an antelope trembling before its predator, like an ant gazing at the collapsing sky in despair. Pure killing intent, like a cold storm, swept across the entire Rovasa Square.
--cold.
A bone-chilling cold. A deathly stillness that seemed to freeze one's very soul.
Beneath the overwhelming black bat wings, the white-haired youth slowly withdrew the black blade that had pierced Alger's chest. The blade was dark and lusterless, untouched by any dust. His green eyes, like the River Styx, coldly surveyed the audience, extinguishing any greed in them.
Then, He bent down slightly, and His enormous black wings naturally folded together, forming a domain that isolated Him from the outside world.
"Whoosh—" The sound of feathers fluttering.
He sheltered the wheelchair and the holy sword under his wings.
—Lord of the Abyss, Lü Shu.
The Abyss Lord's divine status perfectly matched his killing intent. Despite being a god representing destruction, evil, and plunder, in him it represented only loyalty and protection. His thunderous attack stunned everyone; no one expected that the guy, always hailed as a "world-class sycophant," would suddenly unleash such power.
He was never weak.
Above the heavens, two gods and two demons tore through the sky, shaking the wind and rain. Below the heavens, the Lord of the Abyss protected the savior in a wheelchair.
Su Ming'an's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.
"Slap, slap, slap."
Suddenly, a crisp clapping sound rang out abruptly.
Lu Shu looked around warily and saw a gray crack appear on the other side of the platform. A young man "walked" out of it and clapped his hands.
He was a young man dressed like a gentleman from a classical drama, with neatly styled short blond hair, azure eyes hidden behind glasses, and a perfectly measured smile on his lips, as if he had just enjoyed a magnificent performance. He wore a perfectly tailored dark blue tuxedo, with a large sapphire brooch gleaming on his chest.
The severely injured Alger transformed into a thin card and flew back to his fingertip.
“That was truly spectacular… Lu Shu, your protection was perfectly timed; Alger almost succeeded.” Aland’s tone revealed a sense of superiority as if he controlled his destiny. “However, my eyes had already foreseen this scene. I knew you would have your final battle here, and I also knew you would step forward to protect Su Ming’an.” He traced the outline of his eye socket with his fingers and sighed, “Knowing the future… is truly a wonderful yet tedious experience.”
“It’s you, Aland,” Lu Shu said coldly. “Alger’s body had no soul. You killed Alger and turned him into your card? Did you learn this card technique in that Blackwater Dream?”
Aland raised an eyebrow: "So clever. I didn't know Lu Shu was this smart."
Lu Shu looked at him coldly, too lazy to refute, and unconcerned about the sarcasm in his words. Even so, his sensitivity and thinking ability surpassed most people. Jokes aside, no top-ranked player dared to truly underestimate him.
“Alger is no match for me, yet he dares to compete with me for the position of the eighth Divine Envoy. He might as well become my tool.” Aland stroked the card as if stroking a bunch of white magnolias. “Gloria… his brain-dead sister, his only weakness. Once I know this weakness, even the strongest man will be no threat to me.”
Lu Shu was extremely disgusted. That guy, Ailand... he actually used Alger's sister as leverage to threaten Alger into losing to him. He really would stop at nothing.
“Didn’t you foresee that I would block Alger’s attack?” Lu Shu said.
Aland smiled: "Of all my prophecies, there is one person who is always an uncertain unknown. As time goes by, I can recall countless memories, but there is only one person who is almost always different. His choices, his development, his ending... He tried his best to leave behind a different image..."
Aland opened his arms, a hint of rapture in his smile. "...Absolutely beautiful, absolutely stunning. Guess who this is?"
Lu Shu frowned deeply.
The answer is obvious.
This "prophet," increasingly consumed by memories, was already showing signs of madness. Just as Su Ming'an's soul reached its limit, so did Ailand's.
“What has been done will be done again. What has been done will be done again. Endless repetition bores me, but he is different… This universe is already a boring black and white, and he is the most vibrant color in the black and white world…” Aland’s lips curled up, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression one of reminiscence.
"Shh!"
Lu Shu acted instantly!
The long, narrow bone sickle sliced across the spot where Eland was.
Time seemed to shift subtly around Aland, and a weapon appeared in his left hand—a piece of white bone knife, only the length of a hand, with an ominous gray-white hue flowing around its edges.
A flash of madness crossed his face, like the ticking of a clock, and the next moment, the tip of the knife stabbed towards the wings that Lu Shu was protecting!
……
Deep within the dream, someone opened their eyes.
"They're here..."
"Slay the Radiant Mother, the BOSS prepared for you, raise the flowers of victory, praise the greatness of the Savior, enjoy the blissful spring and the hopeful tomorrow, and walk towards the end of the road..."
"Don't go any further..."
……
"Om-!"
At this moment, golden eyes are opening.
Above the heavens, from the top of the firmament, from the depths of the star ring, something so vast and incomprehensible is about to awaken from its slumber, uttering unconscious murmurs.
"Buzz...whoosh..."
It was a golden eye whose size could not be measured. The whites of the eye were a pure, almost ethereal pale white, and the pupil was the shape of a spinning infant. Just by being gazed upon by this eye, everyone in the entire plaza, including Lotasha, Clements, Evelyn, and Perlo, who were engaged in fierce combat in the sky, froze in place.
Countless hands emerged around his eyes.
Pale, slender, and perfect, like it was carved from the finest white jade. Densely packed, layer upon layer. Some palms face upward, as if reverently holding something up; some fingers are slightly bent, as if caressing; some hands are clasped together, as if in prayer; some fingertips touch, forming intricate handprints.
The palm and between the fingers of every hand are imprinted with eyes.
Countless eyes.
There are the peaceful eyes of humans, the fierce pupils of wild beasts, the cold vertical pupils of reptiles, and the compound eyes of insects. They are either open or closed, sometimes flowing with tears, sometimes reflecting the rise and fall of civilizations.
"Splash—splash—"
A tooth-grinding sound rang out, the sound of eyelashes, whiskers, scales, crystals, friction, and the opening and closing of eyelids.
Anyone who sees this scene will feel their scalp tingle and a primal fear arise.
Aland's smile froze for a moment, his azure eyes gazing intently at the enormous golden pupil. He seemed not to be afraid, but rather filled with envy.
This is "God." A certain cosmic law, a certain grand will, a certain indescribable existence.
His pupils, like swirling molten gold, slowly turned, his gaze passing over the confronting gods and demons, over the chaotic plaza, over Lu Shu's folded wings, and landing straight on—
A black-haired young man in a wheelchair.
Su Ming'an.
It was as if the unveiling bells had finally rung, as if the gears of fate had begun to mesh.
He opened his eyes!
He is watching over this place!
It was as if a long-sealed cat carrier had been opened, its lid lifted, and eyes were drawn in, looking at the protagonist of the world.
……
"Ugh—!"
The first to mutate were some of the weaker-willed races. A human nobleman suddenly clutched his head, letting out an inhuman scream, and golden light shone from his forehead, revealing a golden eye that rolled around.
"My...hand...!"
"Do not--!"
Screams, gasps, and eerie sounds of flesh tearing apart erupted!
Beneath the fair skin of an elf, several fleshy growths bulged, from which stretched out three or five pale infant hands, their fingers grasping at the air haphazardly.
"Ugh!" Admiral Talia of the Lodily Royal Family raised her hand to cover her forehead, the flesh between her fingers twitching, and a golden vertical pupil was forced open in the center of her smooth forehead.
Countless races underwent horrific mutations. Golden eyes and pale, infantile hands sprouted from foreheads, cheeks, necks, arms, and anywhere else. Their expressions shifted between pain and eerie tranquility.
"The Mother Goddess...her loving gaze..."
“We…the extended limbs…the discerning eyes…”
"Dedication...to the highest order..." The chanting, mixed with fanatical babbling, came out intermittently from the mouths of these alienated beings.
Then, almost simultaneously, all the mutated beings turned their gazes toward the high platform.
—They looked at the god-like protagonist on the stage with greed and bloodlust.
While fighting with Ailand, Lü Shu desperately protected the wheelchair beneath his wings.
The plaza transformed into a living altar, its center becoming an isolated island, where a demon with jet-black wings guarded the still-dormant flame.
"By the grace of... Yaoguang..."
"To be correct..."
"Clear...variables..."
"Sizzle—!"
The first wave of attacks landed on Lu Shu's enormous bat wings.
Several tiny, infant-like hands that had sprouted from Talia's arm gripped a piece of wing membrane tightly, then suddenly ripped it apart! Blood splattered!
Lu Shu's body jolted violently, and he let out a muffled groan. He intended to drive these people away, but Ailand clung to him tightly, and neither of them were affected by the eye.
"Why!" Lu Shu questioned the rebellious prophet, "You've seen so many cycles of reincarnation, you've recalled so many memories, why do you stand against the person who can change all of this?"