first player

Chapter 1734 Final Chapter: Across the Shore [79] "Another Possibility".

Chapter 1734 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [79]: "Another Possibility".

Within the gigantic maw lay a void that even the night could not match; there was no light, no darkness, no distinction between time and space.

The dense white roots burrowed deep into the body of the Demon Mother Goddess—these high-dimensional beings always liked to bring food into their bodies to eat, perhaps to ensure the safety of their food and prevent it from being stolen by other hunters. But if the food is not food, but also a hunter, it is no less than setting themselves on fire.

The pale roots spread wildly outwards, penetrating deep into the Mother Goddess's flesh from any direction, endlessly drawing and devouring her. Thousands upon thousands of white tentacles, like branches and thorns.

"Click—click-click-click—!!"

The mirror cage emitted a continuous and chilling sound of shattering, exploding one after another, the fragments being swallowed by the giant mouth before they could even fly.

Isabelle panicked for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. Her strength had decreased due to her long slumber, but even if Su Ming'an abandoned his human form and burned himself so frantically to drive the "devouring" authority, she could still suppress him.

(Are you out of your mind...) A dark and seductive message came through: (With such frantic activation of the devouring power, how long can your rationality last?)

Su Ming'an's outburst was due to his being an ideology, so he abandoned his human form and turned every part of his body into an open "mouth" to maximize the devouring of authority.

The Demon Mother Goddess is a deity who governs spiritual corruption and death. She is most adept at driving others insane, desperate, and mad. Su Ming'an is burning himself out like this. When his soul becomes as fragile as paper, his reason will be completely destroyed.

"Then give it a try, Isabelle." Even though her body was no longer human, the voice that came through was still clear and melodious like a piano, carrying the calmness and composure of a young man. The Demon Mother Goddess had been asleep for too long and was in a weakened state. And since he held two great powers at the same time, it was not impossible to wage a protracted war.

The jet-black tentacles, like grease thrown into an incinerator, hissed mournfully and withered inch by inch.

The battle instantly devolved into the most primal form of mutual cannibalism.

The Demon Mother Goddess's attack was violent and chaotic, with thousands upon thousands of tentacles covered in suckers and spikes, carrying a dense shadow of death, flying like a wildly dancing forest of spears!

The attack power of a first-level god far surpasses that of Su Ming'an. The aura of death pierced through, seemingly unstoppable, and with a "poof," it passed through thousands of twisted and rhythmic white tentacles, precisely piercing into his heart inside the white ball of flesh!

“…!” He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his whole body became slightly transparent for a moment. However, soon, the millions of tentacles on his back frantically absorbed the nutrients, causing his body to solidify again.

Each piercing blow from the Black Hand attempted to dismantle him from within; each heavy strike caused his body to tremble violently, and the cracking sound of bones breaking under immense pressure could be heard. His life was like a candle flame in a storm, flickering wildly, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.

We must not stop, we must not back down.

Each time he was pierced, he not only did not fear the pain, but instead pushed forward even more resolutely along the tentacles that pierced him!

The parts that were deeply embedded in his body were more easily absorbed by him. Even though the heart in his chest was shattered, the black hand was quickly digested by him and turned into a new purplish-black heart that beat in his chest.

"Sizzle... glug..."

The sickening sounds of digestion mingled with the roar of battle.

Like a candle flame flickering on the verge of falling, he seemed poised to die at any moment from the Mother Goddess's next piercing, yet he endured the excruciating pain of his inhuman body being torn apart and reassembled time and again, always striving with all his might to extend outward.

On one side are indescribable ancient gods that writhe and churn, releasing evil and death;

On the other side is the pale tree that grew out of His "body," taking over and nourishing Him.

The two were tightly "embracing" each other, engaging in the most brutal mutual erosion and digestion. Wherever the pale tree roots reached, the demon mother goddess's dark flesh quickly lost its luster, becoming withered and shriveled, like rotten wood drained of its life force. And the mother goddess repeatedly pierced through the core of the giant tree, bursting forth with dripping flesh and blood.

The scene before us has gone beyond the scope of "battle"; it is more like two cosmic rules tearing each other apart.

Gradually, Isabelle showed signs of fatigue. With "Devour" present, if Su Ming'an hadn't been killed from the start, the gap between a first-level god and a second-level god would have only narrowed over time. Having slept in the Source Point for so long, her strength hadn't recovered. She thought it was a sure thing, but who could have imagined it would be so difficult?

He attacked more and more frantically, but Su Ming'an remained calm.

He wasn't oblivious to the pain... In fact, he was on the verge of collapse, his senses feeling as if they were dying dozens of times in a second, being torn apart and reassembled, pierced and healed...

With each reorganization, his humanity becomes a little more blurred.

(Look...child...) The Mother Goddess's thoughts hissed like venomous snakes in his increasingly empty consciousness, (How beautiful...how hungry...why...not yet mad...why...can still think...)

(Look at yourself, wielding this power with all your might, you're a monster... Those people you protect... seeing you like this... will they still recognize you? Will they... still accept you?)

monster.

so what?

The little monster in red robes and white hair also saved her hometown. Perhaps he really was a monster; a stubborn, even insane, fellow like him was a monster in itself.

The next moment, the countless pale roots that were spreading outward suddenly stopped for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, from the center of countless clusters of white clumps, a pale hand slowly emerged, its palm solidifying—

Space vibration.

"Buzz—!!!"

The tremor erupted suddenly, originating from Su Ming'an!

"Crack—crack! C ...

As if its foundation were crumbling, the massive body of Isabelle, already riddled with holes by the pale roots, finally reached its limit. The resilient tissue, like dried, rotten wood, developed a dense, spiderweb-like network of cracks!

"BOOM—!!!"

With a surge of spatial tremor, countless pale branches burst open along the spreading cracks with unstoppable force!

Like a seed that has absorbed endless nutrients, finally breaking through the last crust of the earth after accumulating all its strength! Like a husk forcibly ruptured by a giant tree growing from within, it suddenly exploded amidst a series of bloody and terrifying explosions!

Countless black, sticky fragments of flesh scattered and flew in all directions, at the center of the enormous wound—

A giant tree, its entire body resembling a cold, pale jade, slowly "grew" out.

Its roots were still embedded in Isabelle's body, frantically sucking up nutrients, while its trunk and branches had broken free from the Mother Goddess's embrace and were exposed to the azure light of the tower's domain.

The outline of the tree trunk vaguely resembles the extension of a human spine, with countless branches stretching towards the void, like crystal carvings and spliced ​​bones, and at the ends blooming translucent flowers that sway like pale flames.

—His spine was like jade, and his beard tip swayed like a flower, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

Sacred and eerie.

Like a pale, resilient tree emerging from its cocoon, a butterfly breaks free of its cocoon, inspiring awe in all who behold it.

Silence reigned within the tower's domain. Outside, Si Nian and the others were speechless with shock, staring blankly at the pale giant tree that had "grown" from the Mother Goddess's body.

"Crack-!"

The next moment, Su Ming'an solidified into human form and landed in front of Isabelle.

The Devouring Claw on his left palm had materialized, no longer a sinister purplish-black, but rather like ten sharp bones extending from his hand, covering his fleshy palm. The covering was crystal clear, like distinct white piano keys. The tips of the claws shimmered with translucent flames that flickered like pale flames.

"Devour" was sublimated in his hands. After consuming this highly nourishing meal, it transformed from a sinister purplish-black into a pure pale white, becoming completely his. Of course, he also became inseparable from it, and could even hear its thirsty calls in his ears.

...That's not enough, we want to eat more, let's swallow the whole world...

In his hand, the Yarman Sword underwent a strange evolution, still crystal clear, with dancing pale flames emerging from it, leaving behind a trail of gradually dimming white smoke as he moved forward.

……

【Yarman's Sword - Dawn - Devour (Gold Rank, Full Form, Upgradable): "This is his great final sword strike—Let us drink and sing, for how short is life?"】

Attack power: 130~160

[Durability: 30/30]

[Equipment Requirements: One-handed weapon, Strength 120 or higher.]

[Mana Infusion: Infuse mana into the sword, greatly increasing its sharpness and damage. The infused mana remains on the sword for 90 seconds until it is depleted.]

[True Damage: All your sword strikes deal true damage.]

[Absolute Suppression: Your attacks have an "absolute first strike" effect against any being without divine power, reducing all subsequent control and damage from the opponent.]

[Fate Severer: You can use this weapon to sever the threads of cause and effect.]

[Emotional Harvesting: The essence of this weapon is a "Life Hard Drive Recycling System." When attacking, you can use this weapon to harvest the emotions of others.]

[Dawn's Heart: Enemies attacked by you will be affected by the emotional resonance you have experienced. The greater the resonance you have experienced, the greater the effect of your attack.]

[(New) Devour - Domain: Activating the "Devour" authority allows you to manipulate it at any time, transforming it into a "Pale Jade Tree" form that covers your entire domain. Targets attacked by you will have their nutrients drained. You can cancel the "Pale Jade Tree" form at any time.]

……

This sword has witnessed his growth from the novice stage to now, and each new skill imprinted on it represents a period of his evolution.

He raised his sword, the blade pointing at the demon mother goddess who was firmly rooted in the pale jade tree.

"I gave you a chance," Su Ming'an said calmly. "Why bother?"

(What an interesting man...) He wasn't afraid; instead, he was laughing. (If we had met in another possibility, perhaps I would have been your ally... What a pity... What a pity...)

Su Ming'an stared at him coldly.

(I'm a little confused...) Isabelle's consciousness came through, (Since you know I have ill intentions... why...)

He was puzzled as to why he had come, but Su Ming'an knew the answer.

Firstly, as the only deity in the established setting capable of rivaling the Radiant Mother, the appearance of the Demon Mother is necessary. Secondly, the Demon Mother's current weakness stems from her prolonged slumber. Only by releasing her can the billions of demon followers and the races of the dark faction have a leader; he needs her power. Thirdly, facing the Radiant Mother, the Demon Mother dares not betray her, which contradicts her established 'setting,' unless she desires death. Fourthly, even if she defies the established rules and betrays him, Su Ming'an has ways to subdue her.

(So ​​that's how it is.) Isabel was silent for a moment. (You are not afraid of the Radiant Mother, or rather, you don't necessarily need my power. You have never been led by the nose by the main storyline of 'the hero obtains the holy sword and defeats the evil dragon.' You have always been clear-headed. I thought... you would be blinded by the mission.)

……

Su Ming'an felt a strange pull on every step he took; taking the key, drawing the holy sword, slaying the god… it was as if he were trapped in an invisible cage.

……

As soon as Su Ming'an sensed this feeling, he immediately became alert and realized that the information might be wrong, thus deducing that there was something wrong with the Demon Mother Goddess.

(But you paid a considerable price.) Isabelle's consciousness transmitted, (Your soul became extremely thin.)

To avoid being consumed by the desire to "devour," Su Ming'an endured for a long time. The advantage was that he didn't use a single trump card. He endured intense pain precisely to save his trump card for last.

Even in this situation, he still had to hold back... His teammates would definitely say that. But he only felt fortunate.

“I know you can still fight, but there’s no need.” Su Ming’an looked down at Him. “Cooperate with me, Isabel. Once we defeat the Radiant Mother Goddess, you will be the most powerful god in Rovasa. For the sake of Yi Song, there’s no need for us to fight to the death.”

(...)

Su Ming'an always knew his charm was useful. Coupled with his missionary aura and the passive effect of the "Kingfisher" earring, he could easily persuade someone after a few exchanges. However, the prerequisite was that he had enough power for the other person to listen to him; otherwise, he would simply shut them up with violence.

It's good now; they can finally have a proper conversation.

“Su Ming’an, do you have a skill that forces you to maintain mental stability?” Violet looked over, clearly noticing Su Ming’an’s unstable state. “Activate it, your current state is dangerous.”

"Danger?" Su Ming'an raised his eyelids, revealing slightly red eyes.

“It’s really dangerous.” Violet shook her head.