bookbashuk Chapter 1289 The Prophet's Prophecy
Chapter 1289 The Prophet's Prophecy
In the eyes of the "fake" Gan Yu, the fact that the Evil Knight was reduced to black mist from its black armor form and was in such a sorry state to flee Teyvat was already irrefutable proof of its defeat.
The losers in the arena never had the right to negotiate; they could only let the "emperor" decide their fate.
The extremely evil rider found the suddenly appearing "fake" Gan Yu quite troublesome.
In his prime, he was not worried about this being who could mimic the form of Gan Yu and whose strength was unfathomable.
But in his current state... when he saw her blocking his way, his heart skipped a beat, but he still tried to remain calm and laughed it off in an attempt to get away with it.
"Haha, beauty, what brings you here? Could it be that you're worried about your master and have come to take him home?" He deliberately avoided the topic of defeat, wanting only to get away as soon as possible.
After all, judging from the facts, he did indeed "lose".
Upon hearing this, the "fake" Gan Yu curled her lips into a cold smile. She clapped her hands lightly, and the crisp applause echoed in the empty ruins.
Immediately afterwards, a heavy, familiar sound of horses' hooves came from below.
The Apocalypse Horse's "Death" appears from behind itself!
"I'm not here to pick anyone up." The voice of the "fake" Gan Yu was still gentle, but it made the extremely vicious riders tremble with fear.
“I have brought 'death' with me. Now, this gladiator, fleeing in disarray, is the loser of this gladiatorial contest.”
"And the Roman emperor would exercise the final power of life and death based on the reaction of the 'audience' in the arena."
The "audience" she was referring to was naturally Daines Reeb.
In this thrilling battle, he, as a spectator, was qualified to participate in deciding the fate of the Evil Knight.
Upon hearing the "fake" Gan Yu mention the Roman emperor, Shao Yun, who had lost his right arm, realized that the closest thing he had to the Roman emperor was those thirty silver coins.
Shao Yun took out one of the silver coins and looked at the portrait and inscription on it: TIBERIUS CAESAR DIVI AUGUSTI FILIUS AUGUSTUS.
The Roman emperor at that time was Tiberius Caesar Augustus, wasn't he?
"The Roman emperor? You mean the one on the silver coin named 'Tiberius Caesar Augustus'?"
"Fake" Gan Yu nodded slightly to Shao Yun, confirming his guess about "Tiberius Caesar Augustus".
She then turned her gaze to Shao Yun's disheveled appearance and teasingly reminded him, "Remember, don't hesitate when it's time to pull the trigger."
“I know you love your wife and are worried about Ying and the children on the ranch.”
"But sometimes, you have to believe that your wife is lucky... She's not just a little woman who only depends on you."
"Besides, have you forgotten? Teyvat only has this one 'filter canister'. If Iris really dares to lay a hand on Luminous, it won't do her any good if she gets hurt."
Immediately afterwards, the "fake" Gan Yu opened his arms and, acting on behalf of the Roman emperor, announced the decree, paving the way for his ruling.
"Now, spectators of the Colosseum... tell me, should we spare the life of this gladiator who is trying to escape after his defeat, or should we execute him?"
Her voice echoed across the empty space, "handing over" the decision to the audience member "Diners Reeb".
Daines Reeb, who could no longer contain himself, shouted at the top of his lungs upon hearing the question posed by the "fake" Gan Yu:
"Kill the Evil Knight! Kill the Evil Knight! Kill the Evil Knight!"
The "fake" Gan Yu listened intently to Daines Reeb's shouts, then slowly lowered his arms, his gaze finally settling on the black mist of the Extreme Evil Knight, and declared in an unquestionable tone:
"It seems the audience's opinion is clear: execute this defeated gladiator!"
"Now, Roman Emperor, exercise your supreme power and bring this gladiatorial contest to a final close!"
The "fake" Gan Yu focused her gaze on Shao Yun again, awaiting his instructions.
The black mist surrounding the Extreme Evil Rider churned violently as he sensed the threat of death and protested angrily.
"Damn it! This isn't fair! This is a coordinated attack, not a fair fight!"
Upon hearing this, the "fake" Gan Yu raised her hand to cover her mouth and let out a haughty laugh.
"Haha, unfair? In the face of death, everyone's fate is actually quite fair."
Looking at the "death" of the Tianqi Horse standing quietly beside the "fake" Gan Yu, Shao Yun still felt somewhat resentful that she had acted on her own initiative.
"You've brought 'death' with you, what will happen to the family?"
"Fake" Gan Yu tilted her head, her blue hair swaying gently.
Then, she raised an eyebrow, pointed to her sheep-like horizontal pupils, and said in a very innocent tone, "I didn't force it."
"All I know is that my eyes can no longer see you, so I found it and told it that I needed its help, and then it followed me."
Shao Yun turned helplessly to the Apocalypse Horse "Death" and couldn't help but complain:
"Didn't I tell you to keep a close watch on the house? How many times have I told you to be wary of suspicious people near the ranch? What if Alice tries to break in while you're not here?"
Upon hearing this, Tianqi Ma tilted its head in confusion... "Don't you need help?"
Looking at "Death's" bewildered expression, Shao Yun was completely at a loss and could only sigh helplessly.
With his blood-stained left hand, he pulled four blood oath parchment scrolls from his pocket, and decided to throw caution to the wind.
"Forget it, we're already here, there's no point in saying anything now."
"Go and grind the Evil Knights to dust, just like you did with Gustoth, leave no trace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Yun whistled loudly at the Apocalypse Horse "War" not far away.
"War" immediately understood and strode over on its flaming hooves.
Shao Yun brought the four blood oath parchment scrolls, stained with his own blood, close to the flames of "war." The flames instantly licked the edges of the parchment scrolls, and smoke rose, carrying a faint smell of blood and an ancient energy aura.
As the parchment was ignited, the Evil Knight, now in a state of black mist, panicked completely. He sensed the destructive aura emanating from the Blood Alliance, and a passage of text suddenly flashed through his consciousness.
Those were the words that Tianqi Ma's "death" had imprinted in his consciousness: Everything will pass, everything will end!
"No, no, no! The battle is over, it's a draw!"
When truly facing death, this powerful figure who had traversed the universe for five hundred years revealed the same ugly side as those kings who were usually high and mighty and wore crowns, or beggars who were naked and barely surviving on the street.
"Fake" Gan Yu looked at the extremely vicious rider begging for mercy, lightly licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, preparing to enjoy the tender and juicy hay in front of her, and said in a lazy yet cruel tone:
"Sorry, but I won't let go of this tender grass that's already in my mouth... After paying such a high price, I can't just not get the final payment."
"And as you yourself said, the strong make the rules! The weak have no room to bargain!"
These words shattered the last shred of hope of the Evil Knight.
He knew that begging for mercy was useless. His survival instinct made him muster all the remaining abyssal energy. The black mist suddenly contracted and then rushed straight toward the rift in the sky of Teyvat.
He had to escape this place, even if there was only a sliver of hope, he had to break out of Teyvat and go to space to heal his wounds.
As the saying goes, the sons of Jiangdong are many talents, and it is not impossible for them to make a comeback!
"Ah!!! No, this is impossible!" The Extreme Evil Rider's roar was filled with despair and resentment, and the black mist swayed violently as he flew.
"I can't possibly die in a place like Teyvat! I have so many worlds waiting to be conquered, countless civilizations waiting to be trampled under my feet, how can I die here!"
"I'm not reconciled!!!"
However, the arrival of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had already sealed his fate; he had no chance of escaping from here.
The Heavenly Horse "Plague" reared its head and neighed, its body surging with dense green miasma, which instantly enveloped the entrance to the rift like a giant net, firmly blocking the path of the Extreme Evil Rider.
Immediately afterwards, the flames around the Apocalypse Horse "War" surged, transforming into a ring of fire that attacked from the side, tightly enveloping the black mist of the Extreme Evil Rider in the center.
The intense heat of the flames continuously scorched the black mist, causing his abyssal energy to dissipate at a visible rate, completely blocking all his escape routes.
The Tianqi Horse "Famine" lowered its head and scratched its hooves, and locusts paved a path, a path tailor-made for the Tianqi Horse "Death".
"Death" marched slowly along the path laid out by locusts, its hooves clattering.
It gradually approached the black mist enveloped in flames, its eyes still devoid of any emotion.
The next second, the flames enveloping the Evil Knight suddenly went out.
Following closely behind was the gray mist emanating from the "Death" of the Apocalypse Horse, which completely enveloped the black mist surrounding the Extreme Evil Rider.
Extreme Evil Rider could clearly feel that his consciousness and his energy were being absorbed and digested little by little by this gray mist, becoming part of the mist itself.
This "assimilation" is irreversible; no matter how much he struggles, he cannot prevent his existence from being completely erased.
Just a second before he was completely "assimilated," a series of images flashed through his mind.
Scenes of five hundred years of cosmic warfare flashed by like fast-forwarded images: stars he ignited, civilizations reduced to scorched earth, alien races kneeling at his feet begging for mercy...
Countless images eventually froze, stopping at a prophecy that the prophet "Viserfnir" had told him.
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The prophet "Viserfnir": "How strange... Surtroch, how ridiculous..."
The young and ambitious Extreme Rider "Surtroch" was immersed in his ambition to conquer the universe. Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow dismissively: "What's so strange about it?"
The prophet "Vesevernil" ignored his arrogance and continued, "If you return to Teyvat in the future, you will die at the hands of a horse."
"A horse will kill me?" The extremely evil rider burst into a mocking laugh. "Are you kidding me?! How could I possibly die at the hands of a horse?"
"Do the horses of Teyvat grow tusks and tear my body apart?"
"Viserfnir" shook his head: "Prophecies never fail, it's true. But I don't understand why you were killed by a horse when you returned to Teyvat."
The Evil Knight had long since lost interest in Teyvat, finding the prophecy utterly absurd. He waved his hand and turned to leave.
“I don’t think I’ll go back to Teyvat. There’s nothing there that interests me anymore. And even if I did go back, I certainly wouldn’t die at the hands of a horse.”
……
Memories abruptly ceased at that moment. The consciousness of the Extreme Evil Rider trembled violently within the gray mist.
He finally understood that the "horse" that "Viserfnir" was referring to was the "death" of the Apocalypse Horse!
The prediction he once scoffed at is now coming true for him in the cruelest way.
From within the mist, the last faint sigh of the Evil Rider could be heard; it was his final farewell to the world.
"So, the prophecy was true..."
The moment the words fell, the black mist completely dissipated, leaving not even a trace of consciousness behind.
With the Four Riders of Apocalypse finally calmed down, everything calmed down as well. The Evil Rider was dead, utterly dead, without a trace of life left behind...
...Everything will pass, everything will end...