509 Vicious Dog (2/2)
Despairing people finally abandoned thoughts of asking the Gods for salvation. Since people didn't want to give everything to the Gods only to have their children end up impaled by bloodthirsty villains' spears, it wasn't possible that the fires of resistance would die out.
”…My seniors' sacrifices won't become meaningless.”
When that formless flag was erected, the banner included ancient humans from the first generation, a survivor from the scholars' generation, the princess from the Gold Elf kingdom, human warriors and wise ones, evil dragons and dark elves from the Underground, and the prince of a certain destroyed kingdom.
Inconceivable? Although it sounded nice to refer to such people as seniors, they preferred to sardonically refer to themselves as ”the leftovers barely clinging onto life even though they should have died long ago.”
The ironic part was, once the Cycle of Reincarnation was finally broken, it was us leftovers, who had already lost our homes, inheritances, friends, families, countries, and even cultures, that sacrificed the most and worked the hardest.
We worked our very hardest, all for the sake of future generations not needing to take the same path as us. We exchanged our experiences in losing our countries or our species, all so that the terrible tragedies of losing your entire country or species wouldn't happen yet again.
Although it might sound like a joke, our final conclusion was: ”Don't be a coward, just fight head on!”
That was right, on such a despairing brink, any attempts at convincing others through morality would be useless. It would be the most foolish thing possible to expect the Gods high above to have an emotion such as pity. Practical brute force was the only method possible to solve all the problems.
No matter what we intended to do, in the end, it was inevitable that we would have to fight both the Order and Chaos factions. And what happened was that the battle of Hell was a direct fight against both Order and Chaos so that Hell could be successfully constructed. And, we won! We actually won!
Cynthia died as a result? Our hard efforts had come to fruition? Our job was finally over?
”Ha, what a joke. Just look at this world. There are more than one hundred and seventy countries currently at war. Countless invaders and ambitious schemers are casually trampling over ordinary people's lives and souls. Is this really all over? Is this really the peaceful world that you wished for?”
Indeed, all our hard efforts up until now had only managed to avoid the Armageddon kind of certain death ending for this world. It was still unknown whether we would all be able to survive this cruel, last Holy War of all.
In every Holy War in history, more than ninety-five percent of all life forms would perish. Although those Holy Wars didn't have the despairing ending of the Creator Goddesses awakening and destroying everything, such Holy Wars were still incomparable tragedies. And since this was the final Holy War, it also meant that all accumulated grudges and historical enmity would explode simultaneously. Since every single species desired to become the final victor in this war; the final Holy War would naturally be the most brutal of them all, with no so-called victor ever emerging.
Hell now had its Four Pillar Gods of Holy Light, Law, Death, and Ice. Ordinary people could obtain new power from them. When Law truly protected every single ordinary person, and when ordinary people became the strongest species, perhaps a relatively long period of peace would finally arrive in this world. Ordinary species would all learn to communicate with each other peacefully. However, it would take time for the power of Law to fully mature, and our enemies would never give us such time. Everything would be meaningless if we couldn't make it past this Holy War.
”Don't be a coward, and fight head on!”
”Come, no matter who the enemy is! Come, no matter how powerful you are! Come, since everyone believes that power is the only reason in the world, then let a half-dead leftover like me talk some logic into you. Come, and I'll show you that an old dog like me still has some teeth.”
The cold wind brought along the smell of corrosion, and behind it were the living who were hurriedly solidifying the town walls. Before us was an endless sea of undead, while I was merely a single person who was standing on top of my large Heavenly Knight #1, Mars of War.
I was facing down countless hordes of undead, yet this was actually a case of the strong bullying the weak.
”Come, weaklings who fear true death, welcome your eternal rest! Come, let your Granddaddy Yongye teach you how to truly become dead!”
When the silent undead army blew the horns of war to begin their first charge, it was the end of my vacation time of loafing around with no battles. The final Holy War to end all Holy Wars had started yet again.