Chapter 855 The Night Vanishes into the Morning of Endings (1/2)

The giant axe that cut through the Abyss swung down, and like a bright cosmos it parted the dark Void. Inexhaustive silver light exploded, splitting the Dark Star and the gushing Chaos tides behind it in two.

Blinding silver light extended over the equal gap along the trail of the cut. Unfathomable scarlet veins surged, drawing the memories of numberless world fragments in the Chaos, while the runes from the silver whirled like gears and poured like a waterfall—unfurling boundlessly in the darkness and carrying near infinite tales.

In the split second that the radiance illuminated the Abyss, every residual power of the Evil God of Death stagnated.

Unborn but growing, the Embryo of the Evil God of Death had its umbilical cord that was the Nether River severed, while its early form was jointly broken by the Seven Gods and Joshua. Most of its power was reduced into tides of Chaos that were blocked by the Seven Gods' vigilant seals, while the entity itself bet on its last remaining strength to seize the warrior and use him as its core for revival.

Now, however, that final struggle was doomed to fail.

The giant axe that cut through stars descended, and the Evil God of Death was hence utterly defeated on the eve of its birth, meeting its own end.

Thus, at the center of the Darkest Abyss, the broken silver Giant God stood upon the Void, the single source of light encircled by endless gloom.

His four arms were vaporized, while the mass behind him left ragged—by disassembling his own mass and convert it into energy, Joshua forged the first ever luminous giant axe with electromagnetism, a weapon tailored against the Evil God of Death that embodied the power of draining memories from world fragments. By shattering the recollections in the Evil God's core, Chaos was merely Chaos, a simple natural phenomenon like the Void itself. Destroying the core made things dramatically easier, just like how easy it was crushing natural grains of sand and soil than it was to crush concrete.

Thus, silver light began to spread from Joshua towards all of the Darkest Abyss, a giant multilayered net that reaches out without stopping. The Chaos that the net touches would not be as solid as it had been before, turning sparse and fragile like a sandcastle, utterly crumbling as the tides of light shoved it.

With the despair and sorrow as worlds ended and the power that had gathered Chaos into a single form drained, they followed the giant net of Steel Strength and gathered towards the light at the center.

In other words, Joshua.

***

To triumph against a foe, one did not have to completely crush the other—taking away that which pillared them would leave them falling apart without a fight.

Joshua, whose four arms had been turned into dust due to his control of excessive power had a serene expression. The Giant God of Steel stood amidst limitless light, the mass behind his back whirling despite shattered, gathering Steel Particles imbued with data to briefly gather as a cushion.

Be that as it may, Joshua still had to simultaneously accept the memories from thousands of destroyed worlds. It was an information transmission that could crush ordinary beings, but it would at most make the warrior grown.

The support of divinity allowed Joshua to largely ignore spiritual damage and counter everything with his most perfect form.

With every single passing moment, the world inside the Giant God's body had thousands of beams emanating from the star at its core that touches the crystal obelisk. The memories of those who die as worlds ended, along with the memories of Steel Python that met their demise were inscribed upon it.

At the bottom of each obelisk, the souls awaiting growth and rebirth naturally accepted the embrace of a world's memories. Some amongst them were assuming humanoid forms with hands, tails, and horns on their heads, just as others had exoskeletons, insect wings and resembled beetles. They may need decades of natural nurture to gain slight form and might not even grow souls—for the time being, they were amongst the ranks of spawn prototypes.

Each obelisk represented one destroyed world and civilization, with each nourishing souls and a long extinct species. Indeed, what grew within Joshua's body was the statues of all ruined worlds and the tombstones of fallen civilization that had descended into the Darkest Abyss, but it was also their brand-new hope and future.

It was the greatest weapon tailored against the Evil God of Death that Joshua came up with after thinking long and hard, the final salvation he could give all fallen civilizations in the Darkest Abyss.

[All of you have long since perished. Perhaps it isn't just other races—even yourselves had forgotten your own name]

[But that is merely the past. From here on out, I would at least remember you, and your history would live eternal with my world]

Even if one person remembered, it was enough to acknowledge the existence of those worlds. As the Sixfold Thresholds of Death had twofolds disavowed, the power of the Evil God of Death hence collapsed significantly—that was why Joshua did not attack physically, instead using the lightest and most agile light as a pathway to drain the world memories from the Chaos.

After looking around as the calming darkness around him, Joshua closed his eyes. The Giant God that had lost all four arms was now the transit hub of data flow, and having lost all resistance, he would be defenseless against any Chaos composite that would ambush him now.

Nevertheless, there was no Chaos composite in the Darkest Abyss that could threaten him now.

All Chaos had been broken, scattered into '1', or much inferior fractions of '0.1' and '0.01'—just as he had planned with the Seven Gods back then.

***

”He did it.”

Outside the seven-layered seals put in place by the Seven Gods, Pope Igor, who had rushed to the edge of the Abyss and ready to help repel the Tides of Chaos closed his eyes and said quietly, ”How remarkable.”

Presently, the six remaining gods were using their full power directing and lowering the momentum of the Chaos tides, and simply did not have the time to care about Joshua's movements in the Darkest Abyss. It was the Pope who had rushed to the Abyss to help, the Sage of the Seas and other Legends who had the excess attention to mind that single light flickering at the heart of darkness. They noticed that although the Chaos stirred in the dullness of the Abyssal Paradise within the seven-colored seal, that single blip of silver light never vanished, always regaining its shine whenever it would dim.

Then, after that prompt flash that cut apart the Abyss, the tides of Chaos calmed, placid like a lake's surface after rain.

Thus, the unrest that infected the entire galaxy—or as it should be called, a 'self-destructing disturbance' hence vanished.

In the Sartrean world, all infighting had been pacified and the pollution cleared. What few remaining Sartrean leaders were rebuilding the world on a grand scale. Thanks to the aid of a certain passionate Legendary champion, many violent criminal elements had been suppressed and captured from the start, allowing the reconstruction efforts to move very smoothly. At the same time, the Sartrean ambassador departed for Mycroft in their envoy fleet with the intent of returning to the cosmic stage.

Despite knowing that dangers and countless enemies still lurk in their galaxy, and that the threat of Evil Gods had yet to vanish from this Multiverse, the Sartreans now believed that they could no longer to afford to neglect the issues that plagued them like ostriches that poked their head in the sand. After their rebirth, they now know that giving up on progress was much more terrible than death, and civil conflict was much more hurting than any foreign enemy.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

The Lomu world.

Their war stopped by a peacekeeper who suddenly arrived from beyond the skies and forced into a ceasefire agreement, the two empires of Lomu profoundly felt the helplessness of their civilization. The peacekeeper had clearly been using their very own weapons, and yet the output and destructive might it displayed was far beyond what they could imagine—and before that, they would never imagine that ether technology could be refined to the point that it could break mountains with a single blow.

With such vast futures in sight and the clear revelations that there are greater civilizations existing beyond the might, the two Lomu empires at once thought of working together towards the future.

Compared to the restrained slaughter on land, they were more willing to have their souls take to the skies.

Furthermore, in the world of Nier…

***

With the aid and pacifying by countless Mycroft champions, calm hence returned to all civilizations led by the Evil God of Death into self-destructive spirals. Thus did they realize how foolish their actions before were—despite conflict and strife, they would resolve everything with the best solution, and there was no need to end each other even when it came to wars.

Civilizations and worlds permit mistakes and errors, but it should never be repeated, and all conflict would be regarded with utmost radicalism and zeal.

Boom—