Chapter 758: The War Ends (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

The blue energy light confined that pitch-black soul entirely within it, and immediately following that, a single hand clenched down with immense force!

Darkness, souls, sin... every single thing seemed to annihilate along with it.

“Aw—!” The Shadow Demonic Dragon roared to the heavens, as if feeling Dras’s earth-shattering fury, its wings shuddered, and beneath them was a terrifying storm of annihilation, turning everything to dust wherever it passed!

The Orochi synchronized by Fang Qi slightly raised his hand.

A pitch-black storm of energy pierced through the void, its massive magnetic field churning the surrounding snow, wind, and gravel entirely into fragments.

The two forces interlaced, turning into a heavy, continuous roar.

Then, only a thunderous explosion was heard; at the convergence of the two forces, the entire mountaintop was razed to the ground.

At this moment, at this very moment, the pitch-black demonic sword in the hand of the Death Lord Dras burst into raging black flames.

Immediately after, the surrounding air also began to burn.

Crack!

An earth-shattering thunderbolt split down from the sky.

Heaven and earth grew dim, and right after, the entire world seemed to be swallowed by something, turning completely dark.

There was no sunlight; between heaven and earth, there was only darkness and chaos.

Stretching out a hand, one could not even see their own fingers.

Amidst the chaos, the Death Lord Dras, holding the Black Flame Demonic Sword high, exuded a powerful aura from his entire body that far surpassed before!

“Divine power! This must be divine power!” Even Saint Duran lost his composure a bit at this moment.

To him, perhaps the previous shock was only because he had truly never seen these entirely unexpected things.

But now, Saint Duran held a completely different view of this battle.

Divine power descending, what did this mean?! This meant their god was by no means a fiction created to unify thoughts and stabilize the military, but truly existed!

The God of Combat and Skill worshipped by some nobles of the Morning Light Empire had long been doubted to exist; the Elven Royalty had not displayed a divine miracle for far too long; only the Judgment Shrine, their god, would bestow upon them even greater power and even display divine miracles.

That was the true, grand might of a god.

If one could not borrow divine power, no matter how strong a powerhouse they were, even a super powerhouse stronger than Saint Duran, or even stronger than Saint Heinz, once the moment came for them to display their divine miracle, it would all be completely useless.

Humans could not break through the shackles of the Saint Realm, so to humans, those existences themselves were supreme.

That power was something they might never be able to contend against in their entire lives, no matter how hard they strived.

“What lowly and minuscule lives...” Every syllable uttered by the Death Lord Dras seemed to make heaven and earth tremble.

It raised the great sword in its hand high: “In the name of the Shadow of Void, Sidis Uluxis, I declare your death!”

The entire sky seemed to turn into a terrifying, incomparably pitch-black vortex, and within the vortex, an unparalleled, massive energy descended from the dark sky, an absolute coercion from a higher being making countless creatures within thousands of miles crawl on the ground!

Even the Elven Queen far away in the Silver Moon Forest and the Dwarf King far away in the Dwarf Kingdom could feel this terrifying power.

For Princess Isabella, there were truly too few people in this world who could fight her without using divine power.

Coming and going, there were only those few.

“I originally thought that after this time, an excellent opponent would emerge.” She sighed deeply, “What a pity.”

Located on the grandest peak of the Radiant Divine Kingdom, inside the crystal-like, magnificent palace, she faintly closed her eyes.

“It’s over...”

At this instant, the elves, dwarves, and even humans of various countries all seemed to have an illusion: in this world, perhaps there really was a darkness that light could not disperse.

But right at this moment, the Orochi synchronized by Fang Qi was suddenly seen raising both hands, as if welcoming the newborn morning sun: “Let everything return to nothingness.”

Immediately after, everyone saw the endless darkness being torn open from the very top of the sky, and a ray of sunlight shone in.

Then a second ray, a third, a fourth...

The pitch-black sky became like a sieve, and countless incandescent beams of light beamed down from the heavens.

The sun shines upon all!

The Summit of Nations...

“!!??” Everyone stared dead at this projection; even Princess Isabella snapped her eyes open, an unbelievable expression appearing in her gaze.

Zzzt... zzzt...

At the Summit of Nations, the projection before them seemed to suffer immense energy interference, becoming extremely unstable.

“Why can’t we see clearly!?” Everyone glared at this spell projection; how could a blunder happen at a time like this.

The Dwarf King Saladin hurriedly shouted: “Where is the mage group?”

“Let me!” Unlike the projections of others, the World Mage Hermaton was present in person at the Summit of Nations; the staff in his hand burst forth with a dazzling blue magical torrent, surging into the crystal disc that bore the spell projection before him.

At this moment, it was only seen that the entire world turned into a piercing, blinding white!

The next moment...

Boom!

The crystal disc in the center of the Summit of Nations council hall exploded with a crash, and everything before their eyes vanished instantly in that second!

The hearts of everyone who witnessed this scene seemed ready to scream!

At such a critical moment!!

Everyone went crazy, all glaring at the World Mage Hermaton as if they wanted to murder someone.

Hermaton: “...No... I didn’t... It wasn't me!”

...

Everything seemed to end within this plain white, piercing light.

Yet within that light, there seemed to remain a single will that had not extinguished...

“I... was born as light dissipated. The earth collapsed, space shattered, and countless once-supreme existences fell one by one.”

Precisely because I felt the deepest fear, I began to search and destroy!

I followed the footprints of those great existences, searching continuously, while destroying all living beings that touched them.

I... continuously searched for the power that could become a god...

That massive dark vortex gradually annihilated, and at the same time, a figure seemed to leap into it.

I...

Will return!

...

The dark vortex vanished in an instant.

The azure sky, the pristine white snow, everything returned to its original state.

Except for a few collapsed peaks, it seemed no one would ever think a world-shaking battle had once occurred here.

After a period of time, a large group of the allied forces of elves, dwarves, and humans finally managed to arrive.

They only saw Boss Fang alone, his face still somewhat pale, jumping around wildly on the mountain peak: “A loss! It's a total, explosive loss!”

Glancing at the system interface, the synchronization time hoarded over so long had been utterly wiped clean, leaving only a final shard of the divine weapon.

"Eh? Boss, why are you here all by yourself?!" the elven maiden Sera asked, rushing forward in haste.

Elder Sivi also approached, peering left and right, and upon discovering that the boss was missing neither arm nor leg—leaving her with nowhere to even apply her healing arts—she finally spoke up: "Boss, where are they?!"

"Too much rubbish, so I just sent them packing with a casual strike," Boss Fang replied offhandedly.

"If you don't boast, we can still be friends!" Several elves at the very front immediately grew displeased, their mouths pouting so high they looked ready to draw their swords!

We were so worried about you, yet you actually have the heart for this?!

Granted, we know you are formidable, but is that even possible?

"Uh..." Boss Fang pondered for a long time, "...they just dumped me here and ran off on their own..."

"Now that sounds more like it!" Sera said.

"Hm?!" Wait, why does that still feel somewhat off?!

"Let's go, let's go!" Boss Fang stood up, "The countdown to the new version of 'The Burning Crusade' has begun!"

"How is it so fast! We still have post-war reconstruction work to do..." Mister D hurried to say.

"Not fast, not fast at all, there is still quite a while left."

"Ah, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" The elven maiden Sera felt a sudden surge of excitement, "And then we go to fight the Burning Legion!"

Instantly, it felt as though another heavy burden had been placed upon their shoulders.

Heh! How are we so amazing?!

Just thinking about it brought immense joy.

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