LRAB Chapter 305 The Final Game: A Battle Unrelated to Ideologies and Morality
Chapter 305 The Final Game: A Battle Unrelated to Ideologies and Morality
Chapter 306 The Final Game: A Battle Unrelated to Ideologies and Morality
His voice echoed throughout the world.
Thus, in accordance with the will of the Lord of Death, death returned, even more powerful than before.
The endless undead began to move again, attacking the defenses with no regard for the cost.
Even the overlord-level creatures directly charged towards the defensive line in a suicidal manner, just to make death come as quickly as possible.
"Damn it! What's wrong with these dead people all of a sudden?!"
All the players were cursing and sweating profusely under the sudden increase in pressure.
Everyone thought the deadly disaster was over, but then it suddenly broke out again, leaving everyone in a panic.
Fortunately, the interval was not long, and the defensive forces on each line of defense had not been completely withdrawn.
Without any hesitation, all the commanders of the Survivors Alliance made the same choice: activate all emergency plans!
To cope with the rapidly increasing pressure, all available manpower and resources were squeezed to the limit.
Although the commanders were thousands of miles apart, they all had the same premonition: "This is probably the final moment."
If we pull through, the whole world will have a happy ending, and we'll all be making dumplings together.
I can't get through this —
Then we met in the world of death.
It might even be worse than becoming dead. Didn't you hear that madman say he wanted to destroy the world, just for her?
Therefore, no one dared to hold back in the slightest.
Furthermore, the previously stalled "True Seed" project was restarted, and under the deliberate promotion of the commanders, it quickly spread like wildfire.
The "Eternal Blood" represents "life," which is inherently intertwined with death. Therefore, when each True Seed transforms into a "Fire Tower," the crimson flames resist the power of death, greatly reducing the pressure on the living.
The commanders were pleased because the pressure had lessened considerably.
Those who possessed the fire were also very happy, as their power was growing rapidly.
Gu Shen was also very happy, because these guys had finally fallen for it!
"It wasn't for nothing that I spent several days pretending to be friendly with those guys and supporting A-Yun."
As a result of his arrangements, there are an exceptionally large number of Fire Seed Towers in the Eastern Continent. In the rear regions, almost half of them have Fire Seed Towers built to resist the invasion of death.
Moreover, of the nearly one million refugees absorbed by the ancient capital region, almost half accepted the "Fire Seed," and those belonging to the Worry-Free Village all accepted the "Fire Seed."
"I said, Ah Yun, you should thank me."
In his mind, Gu Shen pointed to the surge in [Fire Seeds] and looked at Xiao Yun with a boastful expression: "With just these [Fire Seeds], it's enough to propel you to the legendary level, and it's not impossible for you to even reach the fourth sequence."
"How about it? This big gift I gave you, isn't it great?"
However, Xiao Yun felt no joy whatsoever; instead, he was filled with a chill.
Although he is powerful, he is far from being able to accept the [Fire Seed] without limit.
Too many "sparks" will only turn around and burn him, the master of the blood pact, to ashes.
"Furthermore, I didn't distribute that many Fire Transmission Blood Pacts, so where did all these Fire Seeds come from?"
Thinking of Gu Shen's "deception," Xiao Yun's expression grew even more unpleasant.
The situation reversed instantly, and all the advantages that had just been accumulated vanished.
"Why hasn't that fat guy made a move yet? What are they waiting for?"
The newly born Lord of Death shouldn't be able to stop Zhong Mo.
"Stop guessing. I just self-destructed my clone. The third-order [Deception] combined with the suppression of the Lord of Death will give even him a headache for a while."
Gu Shen smiled faintly and nodded slightly to Xiao Yun: "Take care of yourself first, Yun."
"Take a moment to savor this parting gift I'm giving you."
A pure surge of death emanated from his fingertips, slowly seeping into the [Crown of Bloodshed] above his head.
The Crown of Blood trembled violently, its surface covered with an ominous gray-black hue.
Under Gu Shen's manipulation, this power of death, following the false authority, began to erode the [Spark].
Within the crimson flames engulfing Xiao Yun, wisps of gray-black death began to quietly spread.
Xiao Yun's pupils contracted sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to forcibly sever the connection with all the [Fire Seeds].
But it was too late.
This wisp of death power was like a key, unlocking the switch to destruction.
In an instant, nearly half of the [Sparks] were shrouded in the shadow of death and began to uncontrollably transform into death.
From a great distance, Tantai Qingxuan and the others' expressions changed drastically, their consciousness slowly fading away under the erosion of death.
"Do you know, Ah Yun, actually, there are twenty S-level talents in the top ten."
"Every talent has two sides, such as [life] and [death], which are of the same origin, like a pair of twins that are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining."
"Therefore, the [Spark] and [True Seed] in the world today, even the extra ones, are essentially no different, except that—the part that leads to death is a little bit more."
Just as Xiao Yun stole the power of the Tower of Death with the [True Seed], he simply reversed it, mixing a tiny, insignificant amount of [Death] into [Life].
Imagine a pool of clear water with a drop of ink.
But everything is completely different.
Rumble!
The world trembled violently, and the Fire Towers all over the world suddenly turned gray-black, from which a dense power of death spread.
What was once a glimmer of hope instantly turned into an aid to death.
A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole. No one could have imagined that death would erupt from within in this way. The number of the dead surged, and soon every line of defense was caught in a predicament of being attacked from both sides.
"Damn it! I knew it, that damned Blood Pact Master isn't a good person!"
Countless people are cursing Xiao Yun, regarding him as a traitor to humanity.
Many people also realized that something was wrong.
The paladin's eyes were deep and mysterious, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Those guys from the East are really ruthless, they're scheming to kill people."
Beside him, the other alliance members were already drenched in sweat, looking at him with despair: "President, what do we do now? Retreat?"
"Withdraw? Withdraw to where?"
The paladin chuckled and raised his greatsword.
Wow!
A glorious light descended from the sky, and a grand chant brought divine blessings.
A sliver of despair was dispelled.
But there was only a trace.
The paladin looked somewhat somber.
As things have progressed to this point, death is no longer an option.
"Fight with all your might, and leave the rest to fate."
The world is trembling, marching toward death.
Xiao Yun was also suffering.
He collapsed to his knees in agony, the power of death within him clashing with the eternally burning blood, nearly tearing him apart.
The mutation of the [Fire Seed] also severely damaged his soul, almost causing it to collapse.
In the blurred mental vision, the figure of the Lord of Death slowly appeared, truly beginning to erode his authority.
Driven by his reckless ambition, what was originally a spark of hope turned into a terrible plague, rapidly bringing death to the entire world.
"Damn it! What good does it do you to do all this?!"
Xiao Yun raised his head, trembling, and roared at Gu Shen, "Does this mean that the future you keep talking about, the future you're leading this world towards, is destruction and death?!"
"Don't worry, everything is going according to plan."
Gu Shen smiled calmly: "The world won't be destroyed because of this, because—she wouldn't be willing to trade everyone for her resurrection—"
Even though his method was flawless, this love, which was given at any cost, was ultimately just a tragedy.
Gu Shen gazed into the distance at the ideal world, at the Lord of Death who sat high on the throne, and sighed softly: "For Him, this is destined to be a futile effort."
"But for the masses and the world as a whole, his efforts are worthwhile."
"When He is in utter despair and chooses to give up everything He has, death will be reversed, this disaster will become a gift, and the world will be reborn."
Of course, what Gu Shen didn't finish saying was that there would be a small, insignificant price to pay: the gift of life and death is so enormous that some people might not be able to bear it and actually die.
"But that's still a necessary price to pay. Without enough souls to support it, how could the spirit world form? How could the world become complete?"
Gu Shen felt neither joy nor sorrow.
He turned to look at Xiao Yun, who was still persisting, and shook his head helplessly: "Why make an unnecessary struggle, Yun?"
"Don't you understand now? This world doesn't need a savior. All living beings will eventually go their own way in their future."
"The path and responsibility you insist on are nothing more than shackles you impose on yourself. They are meaningless except for self-pity."
Xiao Yun remained silent, his eyes dimming slightly.
After a moment, he suddenly chuckled and said, "You're right, but—I never thought of being a savior."
My vision was filled with death, like a black and gray curtain.
On the screen, past events flashed by like a revolving lantern.
Regrets, pain, high spirits—and the figures of friends, lovers, and teachers flashed before his eyes like shooting stars, illuminating his pupils.
"From beginning to end, all I've ever wanted is to live well and for the people around me to live well."
"It's just that there are always bastards like you who have to make things so complicated, making it seem like my existence is a mistake."
A surge of power suddenly rose within him. Leaning on his mithril sword, he struggled to his feet, his body ravaged, and looked at Gu Shen: "It's that simple. So, put away your bullshit of reasoning and put our ideological debate aside."
Xiao Yun grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, and his mithril sword flashed with a cold light: "I guarantee that what follows is purely a personal matter!"