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"We will go to the main battlefield with Angeltai."
"Kirkland—"
The royal guard stared at the scepter in Angertai's hand, which emitted a faint golden light. In a daze, he saw the emperor's majestic figure. It was him; this was his order.
The Imperial Guards involuntarily opened their mouths.
"Repair the obelisk as soon as possible; you must make it to the very last moment."
"Our last hope is to directly overload the tower and weaken the subspace at that moment as much as possible."
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Luo Jia is crying.
It seemed that everything was already too late. His steps grew slower and heavier, but he still made it here. Luo Jia looked at the Forsaken One in front of them with a slight tremor.
He was just as Luo Jia had imagined.
His black armor, mottled and gleaming with a greenish light, shone through as he breathed silently, the scythe in his hand, a symbol of execution, bent.
But it was also shaky and precarious.
Peturabo was the first to raise his weapon and charge forward, without any strategy or skill—they no longer needed any of that.
They have reached that final distance, they have entered that final moment.
The light surrounding the Forsaken God has been stripped away, and the sacrifices made against the Forsaken God have regained their power.
The final curse will descend if the Forsaken slay one of them.
If the Forsaken lose in their battle, Luo Jia and Peturabo will deliver their final blows to each other in the final moments before the Forsaken die.
This is a ritual, representing betrayal, being dominated, and being manipulated. They remain high above, watching the wonderful drama performed by the puppets.
This will restore their strength and represent their victory.
Unless… Luo Jia thought of something… unless… unless something could interrupt or disrupt this process…
The subspace surged, making a sound like waves.
He watched as the Forsaken raised his scythe, poised to strike Peturabo, who was charging forward first, blood splattering with sparks.
Hades coughed up blood, his eyes burning with a final flame, and his scythe trembled under Perturabo's hammer, emitting a sharp metallic scraping sound.
Perturabo's body was already at its limit, far from his peak combat power. Luo Jia's eyes reflected the scene of the Steel Lord falling into a disadvantageous position.
A soft, lewd laugh rang out from the highest heavens, though it was tinged with discontent.
Do not……
No… Luo Jia thought to himself as he felt the distant call, the call from his most loyal son, Angeltai.
Angeltai hasn't arrived yet... No... This can't be...
Luo Jia shook his head almost imperceptibly, but his body had already begun to move. He raised the Light of Revelation and walked towards Hades.
no no……
Luo Jia looked at the Underworld Lord staring at him. The dying beast was now the last wisp of flame, and his eyes burned with anger—anger directed at the traitors of the subspace.
The Lord of the Underworld's scythe slashed down beside Luo Jia, while Perturabo's warhammer struck from behind the Lord of the Underworld.
【No……】
Luo Jia murmured softly, and he heard their sneers. A graceful hand rested on the bowstring, slowly stroking it.
【Don't……】
Luo Jia squeezed out a single word, "Angertai, Angeltai—God Emperor—save all this, save all this!"
"Don't kill... me..."
Luo Jia struggled against the attack, but his movements became even slower. The scythe slashed down fiercely, splattering blood, and he fell backward, but he was still far from death.
He saw Hades swing his scythe at Perturabo.
The Four Gods did not choose him.
The delicate hand that had been resting on the arrow began to relax.
A lot happened at that moment.
In the distance, surrounded by numerous great demons, Angortai spotted that familiar color—
Charon, standing behind him, shoved the Word Bearer forward, sending Angertai flying. Charon, the Royal Guard, and Hera the Silent Sister, the young Hera, were plunged into the sea of the Great Demon.
"My father!!!"
A burst of brilliant golden light and Angeltai's roar exploded simultaneously. Angeltai lunged forward without hesitation, hurling the scepter, now gleaming with dazzling light, towards Luo Jia—
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Inside the black obelisk, Kirkland trembled and stopped. The obelisk's black stone circuit had been burned off by the previous waves, unless—unless something could act as a conductor to reconnect it.
Just a moment... Kirkland thought, adjusting the Black Stone Obelisk to overload mode, also just a moment.
But this moment was enough to annihilate all the souls near the obelisk.
The great sage reached behind him and grasped the black stone spear, upon which the Dark Lord's dark domain lingered.
Kirkland groped his way inside the black obelisk, and when he reached the broken path, he imagined the teachings of Hades.
Then, he raised the black stone spear in his hand and struck at the broken road!
The Black Stone Tower suddenly let out a sharp shriek!
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Luo Jia grasped the scepter, his tears shimmering in the golden light.
At that moment, he saw his father.
The God Emperor stood there, staring at him.
Without hesitation, Luo Jia shouted his last words.
[God-Emperor, I offer my last remaining pure soul to you in exchange for the survival of the King of the Underworld! In exchange for the eternal existence of humanity!]
He was the first to offer a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the God-Emperor.
The next moment, the spinning head, golden light, and the darkness in the distance exploded simultaneously.
Slaanesh released his grip, and an angry voice came from his mouth.
The apology was received, and the matter is over.
I have a slight fever today.
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Then came the book recommendations.
Chapter 419 The End of the First Act [The Fall of Hades]
The gods unleashed their power to obliterate the true sinners.
Humanity and the stars wept together for Him.
His fall symbolized the end of an era.
After that, war raged.
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The stars roared in celebration, the sea of stars trembled, bearing the pain of being permanently wounded, the curtain fluttered, and the highest heaven hurled that spear at the physical world, that arrow powerful enough to reverse all fates and put everything back on the right path.
After this strike, the guilty were executed, the Milky Way shattered, and all things withered.
The immense power of chaos is revealed at this moment, reaching its true peak.
A gentle breeze from the curtains calmed the perpetually stirred winds.
A flash of inspiration for contemplation is ignited, the path of reflection and exploration is illuminated, and ever-changing thoughts merge at this moment. The winds of the world brush against the wings, correcting the direction of fate.
Nine Feathers, the raging winds that correct fate.
The skeletons are all the defeated ones, the heads are forged into new glory, the warriors of blood and fury shout hoarsely, under the swords and spears, blood is shed, the world is thus in motion, and civilization is thus glorious.
Blood and bones, resisting the heavy weight of the curtain.
The prosperity of billions of living beings, the decay and decline of billions of living beings, life and death, prosperity and decline are just a thought away, poison seeps into sharp teeth, and death is just a blink of an eye.
The arrowhead was sharp, its slime shimmering, and a fleeting glint of light reflected seven trillion deaths.
For Venomous Fang, death was his inevitable end.
The Dark Prince, who wields the most exquisite combat skills in the world, draws his bow. His slender, jade-like hands, with their supple and long feel, are slightly curled as he rests his hands on the tendons of a dragon and snake.
His thick, curled eyelashes trembled, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
At this very moment, the barely perceptible sound of something cutting through the air is the clearest sound among all the noise in the world.
In this world, it seemed that only this wisp of wind could be heard.
With a sigh, the God Emperor calmly lowered his eyes, concealing the shimmering gold within them.
On the desolate land, Hades stood atop Kadia, his eyes widening suddenly. In that final moment, his eyes reflected everything he could not comprehend—
Blood splattered.
A massive cloud of shadow fell from the horizon as the ships drew too close; a geyser of darkness erupted from the distance; within the demonic tide, the desperate roars of martyrs exploded; the half-demon, half-human Word Bearers were swallowed by the tide; Luo Jia raised his scepter—
He stabbed himself in the throat.
Hades' mouth opened slightly. He wanted to say something, he wanted to shout something. He couldn't understand any of this yet. He didn't know what they had done for him. He leaned forward slightly, trying to get closer to them and understand what was happening.
But behind him, in that blind spot of vision and soul, countless eerie lights converge at a single point, piercing through vast space and time, tearing through endless veils—
The sound of fate cutting through the air rang out sharply.
A burst of dazzling golden light erupted, carrying a resolute radiance. The next moment, a golden ocean engulfed Hades' thoughts; the next moment, a negligible darkness resonated with him—
A sound ripped through the darkness.
Everything in the world trembled.
The final moment of fate heralded judgment.
The outcome is decided.
Everything had suddenly lost its color; the golden light and darkness of moments before were but a fleeting instant in ten thousand years, and his world was now only gray and white.
Hades trembled, he trembled, and slowly lowered his head—
He saw the arrow piercing his chest.
Hades tried to breathe, tried to struggle, tried to understand it all, but in the end, he succeeded in doing nothing.
He hadn't realized that living required sacrificing everything.
then,
He was enveloped in that silent darkness.
The vast ocean suddenly erupted with towering waves, and a thick, foul-smelling fog burst forth from the arrow, instantly engulfing half of the vast land of Cadia. Angry screams echoed from the highest heavens, but the facts were already set, and the outcome was clear.
This shouldn't have happened!
The black obelisk, previously suppressed by Hades, emitted a cacophony of screams, eerie arcs of electricity erupted, and it danced wildly in a plea for his arrival.
Within the spiritual vision, Kadia flashed with a sharp light, bursting forth in white light, and the planets near the Eye of Terror roared in response to Kadia's shriek.
On the coast of Cadia, the jagged black ship plummeted toward its sovereign.
Amidst the thick fog covering the land, the demonic tide instantly decayed. Angeltai stumbled and fell to his side, collapsing to his knees in silence.
Where the explosion had completely shattered and ignited into a silent flame, Kirkland quietly lowered his head, still gripping the black stone spear tightly in his hand, unmoving.
[Watch out, bro, psionic attack.]
Within the Eye of Fear, a steady yet heavy voice rang out over the communication waves, and the rapidly advancing ship suddenly came to a halt, like a vessel struggling against a towering wave.
In the last second of the old world, the horse and the crow arrived at the battlefield.
They were not people to be noticed, nor were they beings capable of turning the world upside down with a single force, but in the end, it was they who arrived in this chaotic world.