novellk Chapter 1748 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [93] "Let's go to the Zhang family together
Chapter 1748 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [93] "Let's go to the Zhang family together
Chapter 1748 Final Chapter - The Shore Crossing [93] - "Let's go home together."
"The sage deliberately chooses a narrow path, cutting off all other detours. The sinner, on the other hand, confines himself to a wide road, discarding all other paths as worthless. The sage suffers loneliness because of his conscious choice, while the sinner finds security through his ignorant conformity."
"None of them escaped unscathed. In that sense, they were all incomplete."
The nightingale said, "One walks towards destruction with clarity, the other walks towards destruction in a daze. So, the young man who is about to stand before you... is he a saint who has seen the abyss and the glimmer of light... or a sinner who, in despair, deliberately forces himself into a narrow path?"
The purple figure remained silent for a long time; the black water churned, utterly still.
Finally, He whispered:
"The labels of saint and sinner are meaningless to him."
"The road is already beneath your feet."
"He is a traveler."
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23:55:51.
"Nine!"
Based on the comments, Hua De and the others knew that Su Ming'an was about to emerge from seclusion.
Looking around, it was hard to find a single patch of intact land. The earth was covered with countless scorched shell craters and crisscrossed with ravines. Corpses had almost formed a new surface, layer upon layer, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe, and casting pale outlines across the landscape.
The defensive line was no longer intact; the remaining warriors were scattered in clumps, leaning against charred boulders, panting heavily. Mages and ranged classes sat slumped in the mud and blood, too exhausted to move.
"Eight!"
Lu Shu floated in the air, blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth. He gazed at the distant abyss, his hand gripping the knife trembling.
"seven!"
Dragon Emperor Ian was covered in wounds, his wings stained with blood, his dragon head drooping, almost crushed by the sky. He used to look down on these little insects on the ground, but he couldn't deny that these guys were indeed different now.
"six!"
Aini's fire power was exhausted, and he lay unconscious in the dragon's claw.
"five!"
Lin Yin held the communicator, her voice hoarse, barely able to utter a complete word.
"Four!"
The deafening shouts of battle had ceased, replaced by a continuous groaning, as the wind swirled ash and howled through the air.
Ellen, wielding the Sword of Justice, leaned against the blade, panting heavily, almost collapsing; Youwen's parasol was already shattered, scattered all over the ground, her clothes disheveled; Barlow and Jonathan had also retreated from the battlefield, their faces covered in dust.
Almost everyone has reached their limit.
Body, spirit, energy, will... everything was pushed to the brink of collapse in this protracted struggle against the world. The number of victims is now impossible to count; familiar faces vanished one after another, turning into unrecognizable remains on the battlefield.
They paid too high a price and sacrificed too much, so much that the word "victory" seems somewhat pale and unfamiliar.
however--
When countless pairs of eyes—some numb, some empty, some expectant—unanimously and laboriously turn in the same direction—
As they gazed in a direction other than east, they awaited the sunrise—
"three!"
—Having persevered all this way, they still have one last thing to do.
This was to provide a final cover for Su Ming'an's escape from the pass.
The commanders sent by the joint mission, led by Liu Jiahe, had already made arrangements. In front of Liu Jiahe was a floating holographic battle map.
Liu Jiahe spoke into the walkie-talkie, counting down.
As the countdown began, thousands of world channels were split up, monitoring Su Ming'an's progress based on real-time comments in the live stream. Countdown messages were then sent to each channel to ensure that all thousand channels were on track. Each command, like a cold and precise code, was rapidly transmitted to every corner of the battlefield via crystals, communicators, magical teleportation, and even word of mouth.
"All remaining ranged units, regardless of class, prepare to fire skills with maximum brightness..."
"All holders of currently active group healing, morale boosting, and energy regeneration aura skills, prepare to cast your skills. Morale boosting has the highest priority, followed by energy regeneration, and then healing..."
On this scorched earth on the verge of collapse, where everyone is exhausted and dying, there are still people breathing.
Slumped in a pool of blood, Anjima Hanko trembled as she painstakingly used her broken bird staff to trace the spell she had practiced countless times.
The archer Talesha, in a daze, nocked a glowing arrow using muscle memory.
The warrior Nicholas, his arm twisted, slowly raised his sword.
"two!"
Looking around, on the vast battlefield, the mages dressed in cloth all raised their staffs in unison. Whether they were resting or recovering, they all turned around and pointed in one direction.
As if by unspoken agreement, their enemies also turned around and aimed at one direction, as if that was the true core.
This is the only place we are protecting.
The enemy only attacked this one place.
"Everyone!" Ward roared into the communicator.
"Abandon the current objective and obey my command! Prepare all remaining mana, energy, disposable items, ultimate skills... Target—above the Abyss Gate, coordinates 281391, 572910, 261! On my command, fire in unison!"
"Prepare—!" Led by Holles, the mage group, with thousands of powerful mages behind him, chanted an extraordinary composite forbidden spell, and various magical lights converged into a dazzling, multicolored sphere of light.
Jiang Deng, Wang Li, Cindy, Holles, Cen Xiu, Sean... most of the top players who are still fighting are unleashing their strongest attack.
"one!"
Like the moment a bowstring is drawn to the full moon.
Lu Shu threw away the broken black knife in his hand, then clenched his hands into a huge black scythe, twisted his body, and held the scythe behind him!
Lin Yin, who had been anchoring the midfield, suddenly spread her wings and took flight, transforming from a commander into a combatant, heading towards the abyss!
At this moment, command is no longer important.
The person who will truly change the course of the war is about to arrive.
Qiuqiu and Xining stood on the edge of the abyss, alongside the support-type players. Qiuqiu took out her trump card, the Super Light Ball, and aimed it at the sky. Even Xining took out her ever-present light bullet and assumed a throwing stance.
...Here they come, here they come.
They bit their lower lips hard until they tasted the rust. Everyone's heart leaped into their throat at that moment.
The live stream chat was buzzing with excitement; everyone knew that person was about to arrive.
"zero!!!"
When Gretel's roaring command coincided with the last number silently recited in the hearts of thousands of players!
A fierce glint flashed in Ward's eyes as he unleashed all the energy he had accumulated to its peak—
In an instant—
"Now—!" he roared.
"put!!!"
"boom----------!!!!!!!"
Someone shouted something along with it.
"put!!!"
A deep, ancient, and intense burst of sound rang out first.
The next moment, what can be described as the most magnificent, spectacular, and "player-centric" scene in the history of gaming unfolded!
Within a kilometer radius, all the players who responded to the call, whether they were top-ranked players or ordinary elites, unleashed their most dazzling skills into the sky almost simultaneously!
[Holy Light Shines]! [Meteor Shower]! [Extreme Ice Feast]! [Thunderous Might]! [Shadow Nova]! [Void Blossom]! [Rainbow Shockwave]! [Heart-Shaped Arrow]!
The colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple are vibrant and varied, and the energy forms are diverse: pillars of light, meteors, ice cones, electric snakes, ripples, spatial ripples, and even pink hearts...
Centered on the sky, a halo of countless colors, including pink, white, blue, gold, black, and purple, exploded with a deafening roar!
One point, one hundred, ten thousand points, ten million points!
Wherever the halo passed, time seemed to stretch out, as if a tsunami had been unleashed that swept across the world.
The flames unleashed by angels, the sword energy wielded by believers, the spells and martial arts techniques cast by mages, even the rain of light falling from the sky and the dust raised... the players' skills were diverse and varied, like celestial maidens scattering flowers, all blooming with unparalleled brilliance in this instant!
The noisy battlefield was transformed into a magnificent, impactful, and breathtaking world-class fireworks display!
There was no unified coordination, no precision guidance. The players followed only one simple and brutal instruction: create maximum coverage of light pollution!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!"
"Splash—!!!"
The countless skill effects stacked together, generating energy turbulence and optical pollution that instantly reached terrifying peaks, as if hundreds of suns were exploding in the sky simultaneously, or as if millions of boss rabbits were dancing wildly at the same time. The blinding light caused temporary blindness, and the violent and chaotic energy field interfered with all perception.
This situation caused even Su Lin and the others, who were holding up the sky, to temporarily retreat and slightly lower their altitude.
Above the heavens, even the figure of the Radiant Mother Goddess was temporarily obscured. Her radiance dimmed slightly under the bombardment of billions of lives, and her golden eyes could not see anything for a moment!
"Whoosh—!" A sharp whistle rang out.
"Boom—!" An explosion.
"boom--!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom—!"
At this moment, crimson, orange, indigo, emerald green, and deep purple... every imaginable and unimaginable color in the world erupted from every corner of the battlefield in the most explosive way. Countless streams of radiant energy exploded at the highest point, illuminating the smoke, the bloodstains, and every face that looked up.
Here and there, standing and kneeling, humans, elves, dwarves, orcs… different races, different professions, different identities. At this moment, they were all doing the same thing—raising their hands to light up the sky, providing cover for that person's exit from the pass.
The "curtain" created by Yamada and his colleagues was a precise, effective, and complex method, while the effect of people collectively setting off fireworks was merely using the most rudimentary method to physically block out the sky—a crude and simple approach...
But they don't need it to last long, just a fleeting moment.
"Boom boom boom boom—!"
The entire scorched land seemed to have transformed into a volcano erupting with flames and brilliance, with countless streaks of light rising from the ground.
Time seemed to stand still.
The scorched earth became the stage, the blood-red sky the curtain, and countless broken bodies became torchbearers, all looking up at the sky.
Long ago, people would offer lamp oil to their guardian deities or heroes to welcome them back, lighting eternal lamps in temples and praying for their protection—a grand ceremony to welcome the gods. Now, however, they no longer need to kneel in prayer or offer sacrifices day and night—the "gods" who have returned from battle will naturally embark on their journey home.
Light it up, this long corridor of lights that stretches from heaven to earth.
Su Ming'an.
When I return for you, there is no need for long nights of anxiety, no need for fear of the darkness.
—Some swore to guard your door with their lives, awaiting your return. Some turned back at the door, searching for your footsteps in the boundless depths. Some sacrificed their own lives to help you break through the long night. Some deceived believers with lies, leading them to escort you home…
We stand guard here, supporting the heavens and illuminating the eternal day, awaiting your return.
This is a "New Year" fireworks display to welcome you home.
……
within the source point.
Regarding the final question, the followers of the Radiant Mother Goddess rushed past the "Sinner Among Saints" and the "Saint Among Sinners" from the left and right respectively.
But neither of the two doors turned out to be the correct answer.
"What should we do now..." The remaining believers were at a loss.
Su Ming'an walked straight towards the middle of the two doors—a direction that seemed to have no path at all.
As he walked, in addition to the two fixed paths, a small trail began to extend along his steps, like a radiant road gradually unfolding along his footsteps... until it led to a distant place with no end in sight.
He did not choose any known path, but instead headed towards a pathless one.
As he walked between the two doors, both the "sinner among saints" and the "saint among sinners" vanished, replaced by the sound of rushing water. He knew he had made the right choice. The last question doesn't require any fixed answer; only oneself can decide what kind of person one is.
One page, ten pages, a hundred pages... countless pages of different colors gradually appeared around him, surrounding him and completely illuminating the faint morning light.
Even without close inspection, a vague psychic awareness was telling him that these were the "ancestors" of Rovasa who had dedicated their psychic awareness to writing the Book of the World over billions of years.
This is a path that returns from the source point to Rovasa.
At the final destination, they lit up for him.
Bright red martial arts, deep purple Western fantasy, golden transformation, light white urban life, ink black immortals... countless pages echoed with distant sounds, like the tombs of countless lives.
He heard ancient chants, sung by men and women, young and old. They seemed to be in human languages, dragon languages, elven languages, undead languages, goblin languages, and celestial languages…
How many people have picked up a pen? And how many generations of lives have been recorded?
History, character settings, worldview, temperature, humidity, topography, territory, customs, race... If the entire world were structured in this way, what an absurd yet dazzlingly beautiful real world it would be.
At this moment, it was as if countless "ancestors" had traversed the vast flow of time, arriving at the other side of millions of years ago, drifting from the primordial chaos to the present day, and converging with him to form a sea. Their figures stood together behind him, gazing at his back.
Forward, forward.
This is a road that no one has ever walked before.
Su Ming'an walked forward until he reached the end of the road—
A bright white light shone.
In a daze, it seemed as if countless figures brushed past him, and he heard the ancient system voice from the world game—
……
Congratulations on completing the "Source Point" level!
[You have completed the perfect completion mission, the ninth stage: "I will pile up corpses before myself."]
[You have received the following reward: Awakened Being Ability - Rewriting Right (From now on, you can sense other Awakened Beings altering your records and retaliate by rewriting them.)]
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[You have triggered the perfect completion quest, round 10, "Let's go home together."]
[Quest objective: Defeat the Radiant Mother Goddess Kritsens.]
[Mission Reward: Awakener Ability *1]
[Mission Note: "Heroes are ultimately crushed by what they protect, and roads become desolate because of the sorrow of those who paved them."]
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