My Salvation Game Became true?!-Chapter 200 - 195 May It Be a Beacon Everlasting in This
Chapter 200 -195: May It Be a Beacon, Everlasting in This World! (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 200 -195: May It Be a Beacon, Everlasting in This World! (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
“Half-step into mythology!”
“Is this the power of a half-step into mythology?”
“Indeed, like an omnipotent god.”
At this moment, the ascendant being was made entirely of golden radiance, donned in heavy battle armor, with a sword at his waist.
He was three parts Wang Hei, seven parts Fang You.
As for describing the surging power within him, what was once a mere pond had now become a lake, the difference was immense!
Wang Hei’s battle experience, along with the experience of fighting various Mysterious Evils and members of the Heretical Cult, and the experience of reaching a climax at the last moment, all flooded into Fang You’s mind.
He drew the sword from his waist.
This was just an ordinary, green-grade battle sword which could be described as fragile under the half-step mythic’s standards, but at this moment, the sword was a part of the character card’s manifestation, a part of Wang Hei’s ultimate ascension.
The sword was still not strong, yet unbreakable.
His entire body was even more terrifying.
With a mere thought, the power of the Spirit could stir up the winds and clouds as an invisible hand.
With a mere glance, he could easily see Blue Star from the shallows of the Ghastly Realm, gaze out for hundreds of kilometers, and even discern the patterns on a stone, should he wish to see them clearly.
Incredible!
“If I were to estimate the enhancements brought about by Awakening, even those of the throne rank would definitely not be this strong.”
“It is half-way into mythology that has already touched a bit of the divine realm!”
“Then what about a true myth?”
The power within surged.
A single palm could destroy a city.
A single step could leap ten miles.
He was omnipotent, experiencing the force of invincibility, but Fang You did not feel the slightest bit of arrogance—instead, his expression was solemn.
The stronger the character experience card, the more solemn he was.
Because, standing before him was a myth!
The avatar of a myth! Even if it was only theoretically possessing power comparable to a myth, it was still a myth, much stronger than his half-step.
He was solemn.
The Crimson Emperor, the divine avatar, was too.
“This power, it has already touched upon the mythic.”
He was astonished!
He grew more convinced that this world was extraordinary, or that there existed great secrets!
The golden figure before him was not only constantly at half-step into mythology in terms of power, his very existence was incomprehensibly mysterious.
He couldn’t see through it!
He couldn’t understand it!
And moreover, why did this person feel a bit familiar to him?
The Crimson Emperor fell into deep thought.
After pondering for a few seconds, he stopped thinking. His avatar, which had come at a considerable cost, could not just end like this.
At this point, he had been thrust into the Ghastly Realm.
This was the shallow layer of the Ghastly Realm, a buffer zone born between the Ghastly Realm and Blue Star during the process in which the Ghastly Realm was devouring or rather, merging with Blue Star.
Theoretically, this belonged to the Ghastly Realm.
He who had just descended was kicked back into the Ghastly Realm.
However, this was the shallow layer of the Ghastly Realm, where the Crimson Emperor’s gaze could still easily tear through the space to fall upon Blue Star.
But as time went by, Blue Star’s repelling force against him was growing stronger.
If he didn’t return quickly, he wouldn’t be able to enter at all.
Hmph!
The Crimson Emperor snorted coldly as his power dispersed.
In an instant, the Ghastly Realm, filled with grey fog, transformed inch by inch into crimson.
A blood-colored throne with two horns emerged.
He sat upon it.
Within the blood-colored world, before the throne, one figure after another emerged.
Clad in blood-colored armor, wielding blood-colored lances!
His warriors of the Crimson Empire! Merged into his blood domain, they were the immortal warriors of the empire, enjoying it alongside him!
“Warriors, heed my command!”
Tens of thousands of blood-colored armored warriors stepped in unison, raising their lances.
These beings, seemingly alive yet not alive, saw the strength of numerous individuals condensed into one, creating a terrifying blood-colored torrent that swept away the grey fog of the Ghastly Realm.
In the blood-colored world, there remained a stubborn trace of gold.
The faint gold spread, resisting the onslaught of the blood flow, and within the golden radiance, faint golden figures each holding weapons started to appear.
Some held battle swords, some longswords, some lances.
Weapons, attire, and varied sizes and shapes.
Compared to the blood-colored warriors from the Crimson Empire in the distant blood torrent, who seemed to have been cast from the same mold, the figures within the golden light seemed not only fewer in number, a few hundred against tens of thousands, but also like a ragtag bunch.
They could not compare in quality.
And even less so in quantity!
It was like the chasm that lay between half-step into mythology and a true myth.
To this golden figure, the Crimson Emperor was astonished, but the gap could not be bridged, and the outcome had been predetermined.
He waved his arm down.
The blood-colored army rolled forward.
But in places he couldn’t see, on Blue Star itself, specks of golden light began to emerge, like everlasting lanterns floating up in the night sky, from sporadic at first to eventually appearing like a long river of lights.
This was faith.
It was desire.
…
Below the collapsing hollow,
An Jianyou brought her hands together, a dazzling ball of golden light emerging from her chest and flying towards the far distance.
Black Blade, Thunderbolt, Luo Xi, and many other battlers who finally could catch their breath, all manifested with bright lights of faith.
In faraway places, spies from different countries were also praying.
They didn’t know what was happening, they hoped the disaster would subside, and they too emitted the light of faith.
Wavemist Nation, Sunset Country, White Bear Country, White-headed Eagle Federation.
Dong Huang.
Be it day or night.
Most people were clueless, but at this moment, many seemed called upon, their spirits stirred.
In a daze, they felt as though they had done something extraordinary.
In the face of a great disaster, they had contributed their strength and averted the world’s collapse.
The white-collar shook his head, casting away the adolescent thoughts in his mind.
Save the world?
How could he have such an idea, isn’t the world peaceful and tranquil? Should the day of true destruction come, what could a nobody like him do anyway?
But peace and tranquility are most important.
May the world be peaceful forever.
The white-collar opened the window and gazed at the rising sun in the distance with a radiant smile.
A new day, a beautiful day, had begun.
A tiny light of a wish emerged from his heart, slowly rising and entering the unknown.
In this city, office buildings, residential areas, streets and alleys.
Similar specks of light emerged from different places, bit by bit, city by city, rising into the sky and converging on the other side of the world, like a river of stars.
A single person’s wish is like a Ming Deng, very faint, only able to illuminate the palm’s worth of ground before them. But if everyone has beautiful wishes, the lights of our collective will can gather into a dazzling star river.
May wishes shine upon this world, forever bright and undying.
At the far end of the world.
Below the dispersing grey fog.
A golden realm expanded bit by bit, and within its radiance, faint silhouettes of people appeared.
Children, elderly, women, youth…
Familiar faces surfaced, and warriors of the Flamefire wielded swords and guns, fearlessly advancing.
This was the Flamefire of conviction.
It was also the Flamefire of will.
Wang Hei, Wei Jingwu, Li Ergou, and many others, warriors of the Flamefire who had sacrificed themselves in the battles of the alternate spaces, seemed truly alive in this moment.
Transcending time and space, facing the same wind, they confronted the surging Crimson waves head-on.
Different figures overlapped at this moment.
Ancient will,
The legacy of the Flamefire,
Indomitable spirits,
This is humanity!
As the Flamefire is passed down, humanity endures forever!
At the crest of the golden wave, Fang You wielded his sword.
Golden sword radiance, red sword radiance, and blue-purple thunderbolt sword radiance shone together.
He stood at the forefront, facing the surging tide of the Crimson Empire.
Unafraid!
Undying!
With countless convictions gathered, piercing through unwavering will, undying spirit, and the fire of wishes, he struck heavily with his sword!
With this strike, he slashed out a prosperous era’s river!
The river of swords, like a painting, swept towards the Crimson tide, and within the golden realm, silhouettes launched their fearless charge.
“The Flamefire… forever burns!”
“Kill!”
Golden clashed with blood red.
Scattered silhouettes and the neatly arranged Crimson iron armies collided.
The Crimson Emperor sat high on his throne, looking at the distant small golden light, his expression cold.
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He just watched quietly, like an emperor whose single word could decide life and death for a realm.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted.
The tiny golden light, those frail shadows, unexpectedly broke through his invincible steel-clad Crimson army like a hot knife through butter.
Golden sword radiance pierced through space.
The sky and the earth cracked open simultaneously!
The grey fog receded!
The colossal figure hidden in the fog was extinguished amidst the golden sword radiance.
His Crimson realm was also cracking, splintering, breaking in two!
Cracks spread across the surface of the Crimson throne.
Looking at the not-so-tall golden figure, the Emperor did not understand, “Why…”
Why when it was just weak humans,
Why when it was just a demi-mythic being,
Why could that sparse golden light tear through his invincible steel-clad Crimson army!
Why!!!
He roared! He raged! He could not comprehend!
The cold light that could shred space in his eyes dissipated like a breeze before the golden figure.
“Because you do not understand humanity.”
“You do not know what human conviction is.”
“The legacy is undying, humanity will forever exist.”
On Blue Star, the lights of wishes were bright and resplendent, forever bright and undying.
Fang You stood before the towering Crimson figure and delivered humanity’s unyielding first strike.
The sword radiance swept across.
Crimson and grey fog dimmed and vanished inch by inch.
On the resplendent golden river of swords, familiar faces emerged, seemingly looking back, their radiant smiles shining forth.
The faces slowly faded atop the river of swords.
But the legacy would not fade.
The legacy’s lights, like the star river, illuminate the future, forever bright and undying.
