Chapter 851 The Final, Necessary Path (1/2)

The bodies of Evil Gods contained the memories and souls which their former world and civilization carried in life. To a certain extent, their existence itself was a perpetuation of that devastated world—all information, history and past was hence carried in its form, becoming its power.

And now, the unknown Evil God extended its voice.

If there was anything stirs a sense of helpless in people, it was the laments and sobs of those alive in the face of their civilization's inevitable destruction. They could do nothing to save their world, and so all heroes and banners fall before the end, and as the heavens fall, none could shoulder the blue yonder ever more.

Therefore, there was only sighs.

Something that could leave humans even more helpless was the fall of two civilizations…

Or perhaps three, four, ten, a hundred.

Or perhaps countless civilizations.

And now, Joshua was listening to the weeping of near countless worlds.

The voice of Evil Gods could not be heard by any humans. Like the existence of the Steel Python, one who had not reached the level of Legends do not even have the right to peer into their existence. Even the warrior would not have been able to done so without the Authority of the King of Searing Soul if he was a normal soul searer or a mere mortal—if that was the case, before he gained Steel Vision as a Legend, he would never be able to see any Steel Python.

And yet, at this very moment, that supremely powerful perception had instead held back Joshua's resistance.

Within moments, the warrior who was enshrouded in Chaos heard the simultaneous cries of countless perished worlds.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

He felt that his consciousness was slowly sinking into a vast Chaos. The unknown Evil God—or he should say, the remains of countless perished worlds which awakening was interrupted and core was destroyed thus instinctively attempted to corrupt and assimilate the silver world.

Boundless memories surged into him.

Joshua hence saw the recollection of those that lived in the eve of their worlds dying.

Dark flames blazed over corpses, with dull shadows extended with despair towards the distance.

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The sun was covered by the black smoke from burning cities and the skies immeasurably dull. When the 'Taboo'-class—the greatest alchemist arts had been used without restraint, the entire world was on the verge of destruction.

Cities and mountains were reduced to ashes through disintegration magic and blown sky-high by hellfire beams. In the war the alchemists waged to claim the power to rule the world, the very distribution of matter in the world was altered as rifts split over the world's surface. As massive enchanted machinery extracted fires from the planet's core, attacking the floating cities that wafted in smog and acid rain, while titans that stood higher than mountains flung the earth's crust and mountaintops at each other, creating tremors that destroyed the enemy encampments.

Lives were a number, populations were resources. The alchemists who believed themselves to grasp Truth and never seen their mortal counterparts as their own kind also never paid attention to their survival, nor were they concerned about the wanton destruction of their own world. They believed that the victors would restore all damage done, and even if all ordinary beings were extinct, cloning was their way to remolding a brand-new and beautiful world.

Because they believed themselves to hold the power for healing everything, the war between the alchemists had lost every sort of moderation: they would create toxic gases, spread plagues or shatter moons to create meteor showers. The madder ones even intended to detonate the world's core itself while they hid in the vacuum beyond the skies, hence destroying all of their opponents.

However, they underestimated their own madness, just as they overestimated the world's endurance.

In the eve of their world's fall, the flames at the planet's core were dying while the world's cycles were hence snuffed. The World Barrier began to shatter, but it was too late when the alchemists realized the fact. Even with the power and skill to restore their world, they did not have the time.

In that dark age and a world that was on the verge of its own end, in the wreck of a remote city near the poles, a young boy and a girl whose right leg was amputated snuggled up to each other before a dying bonfire. They were not related to each other in any way—the boy was simply a wanderer who lost his parents, while the girl was orphaned by war.

They were unaware that the world was about to die and what kind of last-second struggle the alchemists were attempting. All they knew was that winter was coming, that they have no food and no wood to burn and reignite their little fire. Be that as it may, the boy made his choice: he left what food he had to the girl, while himself headed to the most dangerous warzone to scrap any remaining resources.

It was extremely dangerous and an assured death, for the battlefield of Alchemist did not accommodate mortals. However, they were left without any choice, and death was a matter of time.

The two knew that their coming farewell was eternal.

Thus, they cried in each other's arms in the final night before they bade each other farewell—it was neither despair nor the fear of death, but mere misery. Their world was simply so cold that not even those two lonely souls are allowed to lean on each other.

The only thing that could be worth rejoicing was that the world completely shattered before they parted.

All things were hence reclaimed by darkness.

***

In a world without supernatural powers where the massive world government that controlled the world, the last war of unification had been the last fires of war that the civilization had—there was only perpetual peace since then.