Chapter 418 The War Ends

The world of black and white shattered silently, and the huge mouth occupying the sky of the battlefield festered and dissolved into large flakes of black blood that fell to the earth.

The gravitational pull of the stars vanished, for the "love" that sustained them was gone. Without love, there was no power, no meaning. Even though the black moon had become a reflection covering the sky, it ultimately failed, isolated at the other end of deep space by the collapsed passage.

The moon's shadow, shrouding the battlefield, vanished, but the voices of the stars echoed from the distant sky. The Cradle of Oblivion trembled violently, a hundred billion tentacles of flesh and blood dancing wildly across the lunar surface, venting their grief and rage. Those tentacles carved scar-like furrows into the lunar surface, and the blood of the gods spurted forth, dispersing into deep space.

Dark Moon's beloved daughter of God died, and the First Abyss was plunged into sorrow over her passing.

The shadow of the black moon gradually dissipated, and the battlefield high in the sky was illuminated by lightning. High in the sky, unobservable to ordinary people, another battle also came to an end.

"No, no. Mom, please go away!"

The ugly, morbid abyssal worm was struck by countless thunderbolts, and the white light of destruction incinerated it to charcoal. The iron giant swung a heavy fist, crushing its heart and ending this ugly life. The will that constituted the god was disintegrated by the light, and the matter that constituted its body was thrown into the perpetual motion mechanism. The god of plague was shattered by absolute power, and turned into a wisp of smoke.

The Jade Sound Girl had already flown away, no longer the calm demeanor she had when she first descended into the world. Now, she was covered in blood and in a state of disarray, with not a trace of divine grace left. She shouted towards the distant battlefield, "The plan has failed! Even the Son of God is dead. What are you still doing here? Waiting for everyone to die together, so that this world can end prematurely?"

The benefactor suddenly appeared before her, supporting the hysterical woman. His round abdomen was ripped apart by a single blow, and foul-smelling organs continuously fell out of the wound. He closed the wound with his hand and licked the blood on his palm.

"That poor child! From the very beginning, she lost her love, and now that she knows her true love, there's no turning back. Even if she were to reach the moon, she would still suffer the same pain." The old man sighed deeply, "It seems we can't fulfill the moon's wish this time. Children, come here..."

"Let's go home."

He took out the large bag he'd been using to distribute gifts and collected Yuyinnu and all the fallen in the field. Before the next round of attacks arrived, he faded into the fading moonlight.

Whether righteous, unorthodox, or even the Abyss, no one wanted to prematurely escalate the conflict. Each side had its own objectives, and if this battle proved unsuccessful, they would decisively retreat, leaving it for another attempt. No one felt any burden in this matter.

Anyway, war will never disappear, and there will only be darkness in the near future.

Not far away, the Eternal Salvation retracted its power and landed on the mothership's deck. It immediately reported and recorded the situation.

"3001/8/8, 06:12:04, the First Abyss forces have retreated. At the same time, S-003, the Crescent Moon Saint 'Plague', has been confirmed dead. Special Singularity Z-3000-1 has been confirmed dead."

"Data collection complete, first special singularity contact experiment completed, the campaign officially over."

The Eternal Calamity gave no orders to pursue, merely watching the Good Samaritan retreat in silence. The Master of the Heartless Life didn't glance at the fleet. If the prototypes had described him in their own terms, they would have described him as a man of great loyalty. The Empire ultimately assisted the city-state in this battle, so even if it had the strength to do so, it would never have intervened.

The Burning River Lord came up behind it and said, "You have slain another deity, severely damaging the forces of the First Abyss. This is arguably one of the greatest military exploits of the past century. Please allow me to draft a report for you and appropriately exaggerate my contributions to the pre-war preparations, otherwise the Origin Warmaster may expel me."

"Permitted," said the Eternal, "the number of those who have reached Sephiroth 4 and above will gradually increase."

"Preliminary estimates suggest an increase of over 35%... After all, the First Abyss has lost a significant amount of combat power, and the Cradle's gravity will likely be weakened as a result."

The Warmaster ordered a retreat, and the mothership turned and sailed steadily toward the base, leaving the ancient sacred tree behind. The two True Machines stood in silence for a moment, and Ranhe turned back to look at the sacred tree.

"Warmaster, if we follow the 45th version of the plan I drew up before the battle and attack 18 minutes after the Fallen enter the battlefield, we will achieve greater results."

"Your calculations are correct," said the Eternal Robbery, "but you know better than I do that the Jingsha city-state aided the Empire long ago."

The beams of spiritual energy that formed the Burning River rippled slightly. It gazed at the receding city-state and thought of the stories its parents had told it, long, long ago, when it was still a giant. Back then, its father was also a foolish little giant, carrying a large package and hiding from the enemy with a large army. His Majesty said he had calculated that there was hope for survival in the distant city-state, and so they ran desperately towards that great tree...

"Yes, that was a long time ago," it said.

Behind the retreating Imperial fleet, the Concentric Sacred Tree fell back to the earth, gradually disintegrating into its five veins. The Sea of ​​Corrupted Light had receded; Lavaeva had retreated to the Spiral Tower two minutes prior. The giant wolf that had been gnawing at the tree's roots had vanished, fleeing back into the ocean, scarred.

The city-state was struggling to survive, and further, the funeral procession no longer had any point in forcing a fight. They would ponder over the old book and soon send more forces to try to correct their fate.

But that will be a matter for the future after all. The current battle is over and the soldiers can finally put down their weapons temporarily.

"It's finally over!" Trek exclaimed.

By the end, the battle had intensified, and even he, the captain, had been thrown out of the city-state to help with local operations. He now placed his wooden spear aside, drinking from a bowl of wine from the remnants. The city lord and his daughter, whom he hadn't seen for a while, were nearby, asking about their well-being. The other recruits collapsed on the ground in disgraceful disgrace.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. If you keep fighting, it will really be fatal..." Qing Ye was barely breathing.

"It's much easier than in the wilderness," Shax commented.

"It's not easy at all! So many light gods have come this time! I'm so nervous about this situation that I want to vomit!" Vander protested.

Gulibo raised the white flag: "Even if the gods lose, it's not our fault, Bo... I can't be nervous anymore when I think about dying together if we lose, Bo..."

"Gulibo, your mind is getting more and more muddled. Do you know that you have been assimilated by this damn place?"

Qingxia stretched herself hard, and saw a familiar figure flash across the sky. She cupped her hands like a trumpet and shouted to the sky, "Here! Commander Chongming, we are here~~"

The figure on the horizon paused for a moment, and Ji Huaisu fanned the flames: "Don't leave, Commander Chongming, we all miss you very much!"

"Do you all take the trend of fate for shit?"

Chongming appeared in a bad mood and cursed him directly. Fander was unmoved: "I've been unlucky enough for a long time now, it doesn't matter anymore..."

Ji Huaisu rubbed his hands and stepped forward, a smile on his face: "Hey, Commander Chongming, we still have two soldiers missing. Can you please help us out by relying on our past friendship..."

"There are plenty of people to worry about you, you won't die!" Chongming sneered.

Since the owner of the destiny said that he would not die, then everything must be fine. Everyone was finally completely relieved and could lie down on the ground and start to mess around.

Guang Shimingwu approached, holding a wine glass, and said with a smile, "Commander, Jingsha still needs time to recover after the battle. If outsiders take advantage of the situation and invade, we might suffer losses. It's time to return to the island after offering sacrifices to the sword. I intend to bring my family members to help garrison Jingsha until the situation stabilizes. I wonder..."

Chongming waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly: "You have the final say in your family's affairs!"

The old man smiled and said, "Then it's settled."

Ji Qiufeng echoed the sentiment: "Martial Master, you take the world as your own responsibility. You are truly a role model for warriors of our generation!"

Qing Ye had just laid down when he jumped up upon hearing this: "Wait wait wait!! Headmaster, allow me to say something. Ji Dao Wu Zun has never been interested in politics. If you and Guang Shijia are not here, then Shura Island——"

Chongming glanced at her and asked, "What happened to Shura Island?"

Qing Ye shuddered: "Things might get a little bad on Shura Island..."

"A bunch of trash, just kill them!"

The Canxin Master cursed, turned around, and disappeared. Qingye felt a chill on her back, and found that the head of the family was kindly holding her head. The powerful voice at this moment sounded like the sinister laugh of a ghost demanding death.

"Qingye, I remember you've always had a dream of pacifying the island..."

“I, I, I, I,” Qingye shuddered, “I am!”

"Isn't this your chance?" Mingwu said, encouragingly, "Work hard with your friends!"

The patriarch laughed and turned away, leaving Qingye to slump to the ground like a dead eel. Vander poked him with his tentacles and announced, "They'll probably head west before Shura Island."

"Go to hell, you stinky squid!"

The half-dead, happy friends immediately started fighting. Ji Qiufeng skillfully ignored the younger ones' quarrels and walked over to the sighing Trick.

"The battle has been won, so why are you sighing?"

"Fighting is easy, but building is hard. How many days and nights will it take to repair the houses that collapsed in these few hours of fighting?" Trek frowned. "Just thinking about the post-war reconstruction and the formal election process is overwhelming."

"It's much better to give the citizens of the city-state something to do than to just talk all day long," Ji Qiufeng said. "If I were you, I would regret the war even more."

"My city-state has triumphed in its desperate struggle, so what's the regret?"

Ji Qiufeng asked in return, "Isn't it a pity that the culprit who caused the city-state's decline escaped after the battle?"

Trek touched his chin and smiled meaningfully.

"I have discussed this matter with Lord Jingsha. We both agree that these are extraordinary times... so we might as well use extraordinary measures!"

·

In the Sea of ​​Illusions, near the surface, the cowardly demon ran desperately towards the deep sea, fearing that he would run even a little slower.

The surface of the ocean was always littered with corpses. A single failed landing or a battle between powerful beings would wipe out countless weaker demons. Normally, the lucky survivors would rise to the surface, gnaw on the corpses to grow stronger, but this time, almost all demons hid like cowards, afraid to make even the slightest sound.

That sea already had a master. A being a thousand times more powerful than them lay atop a mountain of corpses, gnawing at the bodies of its own kind. Its devouring sound was like the groaning of the mountains, and smoke-like blood flowed from its wounds, staining the illusory sea.

"Old man... just wait for me...!"

Fu Lidan howled angrily.

"The long imprisonment is finally over. I already know the secret you hid for Twilight. Next time it won't be such a small fight. After I crush that hateful traitor, I will bite your heart out!"

"—Are you calling me, Master Chaos?"

At some point, the confusing smoke gradually dissipated.

A bright light shone above the sea, a blue fire burning in the water. A man in a white suit stood before the pile of corpses, politely removing his hat to the chaos.

Chaos grinned fiercely at the enemy who had come to him: "How dare you come here, Kanin!"

"I'm a well-educated businessman. After all, he's my old boss, so I owe him a final visit." Kanin smiled. "I know what you're going to say. I was too greedy, too arrogant. It was just a fatal wound, but I actually thought I could devour a god. You're absolutely right, and I have no objection to it."

"But you know, I am a devil after all."

"That's what we demons are like, isn't it?"

Fulidan's expression changed as the number of eyes directed at him suddenly increased. The demons hiding at the bottom quietly surfaced, their gazes timid and cowardly, yet brimming with ambitions that were not their own.

It suddenly remembered something: this generation's ambition had previously made a deal with the weaker demons, giving them food and space in exchange for a "favor."

And the devil's deal is a contract.

The fire of ambition burned in the eyes of those weak demons.

"Since I have the hope of consuming the flesh and blood of the gods, why not fight to the death?"

Demons infected by ambition swarmed in, Fulidan roared in anger, Kanin put on his hat again, put away his smile, and said the last words the god heard in his life.

"I hate calling people 'master' the most."

·

Just like that, the last aftermath also disappeared in the tide.

It ends with the birth of a new god, "Love Alone", and the death of two old gods, "Plague" and "Chaos".

The Jingsha Independence War came to an end.

(End of this chapter)