Chapter 125

Although the prisoners in the Eastwood Lunatic Prison can hold on for a while longer, the power they can use is limited. The monsters from the Dead Sea have not yet crossed the Eastwood defense line and come to the human gathering area. It is only because this prison has made too many preparations for the arrival of this day and has sufficient foundation to withstand it.

Seeing the prisoners dwindle one by one, either due to their own mistakes or those of others, Ben felt a sense of dread. Ultimately, these S+-level talents were the most important resource in the war. Otherwise, given their crimes, they should have died tens of thousands of times over, rather than being confined to work in prison. But at the current rate of death, holding on would be a struggle.

He stared at the tragic situation before him and sighed imperceptibly, "If another S+-level person with a light-oriented talent comes along..."

"boom!!!"

Before the man could finish his words, a tremendous roar echoed from the front lines of the battlefield. Ban narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up to see a tentacle monster, more than ten stories high, torn apart by a pure force of light, a massive hole in its center.

The next second, the tentacles of another monster next to it were tied together with ropes, and then thrown out with great force, directly bringing down the rows of monsters behind it that were not that big.

The blonde girl raised her head. She could feel an equally pure force of light echoing with her at the forefront of the battlefield.

Amidst the bloody wreckage, the figure of the brown-haired young man, previously obscured by fallen limbs, finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Mo'er, long time no see."

He nodded to the girl holding a sword not far away, with a slight smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Moer glanced at him, seemed to understand something, and did not say a word, but continued to face his enemies.

Instead, the people with good eyesight at the back started cheering after seeing him.

"It's the Fremen leader!"

"It's Mr. Xia Zuo Freeman!! We are saved!!"

"May God bless Ms. More and Mr. Freeman..."

The brown-haired young man looked at those people from afar across the battlefield, then quickly retracted his gaze, as if he had focused all his attention on the current battle.

Apart from him, no one else would know what he and a black-haired, blue-eyed boy had given up in order to save these people.

But since he has made his choice, he will not regret it.

Xia Zuo and Mol's talents naturally have a certain suppressive effect on these monsters from all over the world. Therefore, in order to maximize efficiency, Xia Zuo took the initiative to go to the front-line battle zone under the charge of the Eastwood Lunatic Prison.

"Hi, 2511!" Bai Loli greeted him. "You're not dead yet, that's really rare!"

As she spoke, she did a backflip nimbly to avoid the tentacles that suddenly attacked her, and complained as she pulled out the gun that Vila Junka had carelessly inserted into her chest. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled the air around her.

The penetrating wound on her chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The monsters that smelled the blood of the top talent holders became like sharks smelling blood, and they all became manic. The monsters that were originally focusing on other people also shifted their targets.

Yalong easily jumped over from the other side, patted Bai Loli on the shoulder, and smiled excitedly: "Well done."

Bai Loli: "...Ah. Stay away from me, it's disgusting——"

She said maliciously, "These little darlings are different from the ones you killed before. Be careful or you'll be the first one to die among us~"

Bai Loli, who seemed a little weak in prison before, will be extremely useful in this battlefield like a human bug once the prison no longer suppresses her talents.

Xia Zuo crushed the heart of a monster and made this judgment in his heart.

...But this definitely won't work. After Ursula returned from the Dead Sea, she'd once told him that while there weren't many monsters stronger than her, there were an infinite number of monsters beyond the reach of ordinary gifted individuals. Even a continuous battle wouldn't be enough for humans.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards the second line of defense. Mol was between the first and second lines of defense, ready to provide support and rescue at any time.

When Xia Zuo caught sight of her, she was flapping her wings and calmly snatching a human wounded from the New Federation from a huge mouth. She then used her extreme aerial speed to send the wounded back to the base for rescue.

But such a rescue operation of "snatching food from the tiger's mouth" is undoubtedly many times more difficult than killing an ordinary Dead Sea monster.

Mol continued to flap his wings, moving towards the prey surrounded by layers of tentacles without any pause, without any fear or hesitation on his face.

Xia Zuo's heart skipped a beat, and a bad intuition arose in him.

He knew Mol's speed, explosive power, damage, and so on, as well as the level and strength of the Dead Sea monsters. Before his brain could analyze it, everything he saw and felt, the experiences, clues, and conditions he knew, together formed a sudden intuition -

More will die at the hands of this monster.

Her wings would be torn off, and the sweetness of her blood would allow other gift holders who were captured as food to replenish their strength to escape.

Xia Zuo suddenly exerted force on his feet and rushed towards his blond friend in the air, but his way was blocked by layers of monsters. He could only waste time to break through the path and watch the platinum in his memory being submerged.

“…”

He stared at the scene in a daze, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Mol was also so fearless on the battlefield, because she knew that the god was behind her, supporting her heels so that she would not fall and would not get hurt.

But now, the divine grace that belonged to More is no longer there.

No god will protect her anymore.

Does Mol know this?

Xia Zuo thought that since she saw him appear alone with that expression on her face, she probably knew that her soul would never come back.

Therefore, her current behavior is not the fearlessness that comes from being favored, but the indifference that comes from despair.

He couldn't save Caesar, nor could he save Mol.

The brown-haired boy pulled out an entire tentacle of the monster with his backhand, lowered his head, and prepared to turn around and no longer look at the scene that might hurt him.

——However, a rapidly approaching golden light made his movements pause.

Golden light - like the golden light of lightning, it only lasts for a moment. When the human brain realizes its existence, it has already rushed in front of you, and with a deafening sound, it has set off layers of huge waves in the sea.

The golden light was like a meteor across the sky, and the next moment, the monsters surrounding the top-level light-talented girl exploded like fireworks, and their flesh and blood were directly blown into powder, which was blown away by the wind along with the golden power. If you don’t consider the strong smell of blood and corpses all over the place, this scene can even be called magnificent.

At the center of the explosion, the black-haired god slowly walked out, holding a believer with blood-stained wings.

He was clearly holding a beautiful girl, but there was not a hint of charm in his embrace. He held her like a parent holding a baby, with only a touch of kindness and pity, and looked at her like the Creator looking at his own child.

Xia Zuo's golden pupils began to tremble imperceptibly. He even froze in place, unable to move: "Xize..."

He even had a sudden flash of inspiration, and was able to vaguely recall everything that had just happened in his mind.

On the verge of death, the blonde girl prayed for His Majesty's salvation as usual.

She prayed devoutly without any hope, without any distractions or fear of death. She might just want to see His Majesty again, or she might not have thought of anything at all.

Then a miracle happened.

The gods came in response to her call.

…

You are willing to answer her call...but what about mine?

Just as the almost inaudible voice of "Xize" was uttered, Xia Zuo sensed that the black-haired god "looked" over here.

The god did not turn his head, but that kind of gaze was absolutely as real as if it were real and could penetrate the soul. As long as someone was being watched and the god had no intention of concealing it, then there would be no way that no one would not realize that they were being "watched" by some existence.

But Xia Zuo was concerned about something else.

He stubbornly thought that the black-haired god still responded to the word "Xize". Whether it was because the person who said this word was a high priest holding an important position, since he responded, did it mean that his friend might also return?

Before he could think any further, the snow-white temple descended once more. This time, it was even more magnificent than anything Xia Zuo had ever seen. If it hadn't blocked the sunlight, it would have been enough to block out the sun. And any sunlight that penetrated it and shone on the monsters instantly dissolved them as if they had encountered their natural enemies, transforming into pitch-black liquid and sinking deep into the sea.

The part of the dark power in the abyss is being sealed back to the sea, and the light is being returned to the humans on land.

Xia Zuo knew that the black-haired god was completing his second job - to suppress the Dead Sea monster and protect his people.

His most pressing task, then, must be to restore this world, which was once on the verge of collapse. He must first connect the past, present, and future, standing outside of time and space to address the fundamental issues of the world. That's why he arrived at this battlefield in this time a while late, answering the call of one of his most devout believers.

The shrine descends, the gods appear in the world, the sun hangs high in the sky for ten days, and there will be no more disability, old age, illness or death during these ten days.

When such a thought appeared in everyone's mind, they were first stunned in disbelief, and then they knelt down and cheered in reverence and enthusiasm.

The sun was high in the sky for ten whole days, and there was no disease or disaster for ten days. This was not only a gift from the gods, but more importantly, it represented a signal of the gods' goodwill towards his people.

They are loved and protected by God.

No matter where in this world, any living human being can see this scene and hear this voice.

Even though they could not see the true face of the god and could only see a soft light, they could not suppress the uncontrollable submission that instinctively arose in their hearts.

All the people worshipped him, but the black-haired god remained calm. After healing all of Mol'er's injuries, he let her fall into a deep sleep and prepared to leave.

Xia Zuo instinctively took a step forward: "West——"

The black-haired god turned his head.

Xia Zuo wasn't very good at making excuses, and his scalp tingled as he blurted out, "I, I am your priest, and I am injured too, Your Majesty."

The god looked at him coldly: "You shall not tempt God."

The brown-haired boy's face turned pale.

The god then said, "I gave my priest the power to heal, and I also gave him the blessing of the gods. High priest, have you forgotten?"

Xia Zuo suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He stared blankly at the black-haired god, unable to react for a moment, and even suspected that he was hallucinating. Otherwise, how could he feel that there was a hint of smile hidden in the god's usually cold and calm voice?

Moreover, the power of healing and divine blessing... is it "healing" and "divine blessing"? Is this... what the current Caesar gave himself?

Xia Zuo's mind was in complete chaos.

He saw the golden vertical pupils on the black-haired god's earrings blinking at him smartly. He seemed to be in a good mood and seemed to be a little disgusted with his stupidity.

Since Ursula acted like this...

Even though he thought he had given up hope, at this moment, Xia Zuo still felt his heart beating uncontrollably.

He saw the black-haired god stretch out his hand and smiled very faintly:

"High Priest, come to me."

--come to me.

So, just like Ursula walked towards him and came to his side, Xia Zuo took another step towards him.

He felt that his own strength was being stimulated and in harmony with the divine power dissipating in the air. All of this proved that this top-level light-oriented talent was once given to him by someone.

After Xia Zuo took the first step, he fell into a mysterious state - he knew that he was walking towards the black-haired god, but what he saw and perceived was another scene.

He "saw" himself standing in front of the door where Ursula was originally imprisoned, and in front of him was "himself" who wanted to violently destroy the door.

He realized belatedly that he was now observing all this from Caesar's perspective.

...Is this what Caesar wants him to see?

God is by his side, so nothing will go wrong.

As the heavy door was slowly opened, the dense tentacles that tried to squeeze out appeared in his field of vision, causing Xia Zuo, who was now a seasoned veteran, to feel a chill down his spine.

Because at that time, I couldn't see them at all, but Caesar, who was behind me and whom I had to protect, watched all of this silently without showing any fear or discomfort.

Xia Zuo suddenly understood why Ursula opened her heart to César so easily. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to hold on either.

But he remembered that Caesar had told him that when the monster's aura was low and the door made of Sijoheim ore blocked his view, he couldn't see the tentacles because his Sanity was too high... But why was Caesar's Sanity so low at that time? An ordinary person's Sanity wouldn't be enough for him to see it, right? Besides, Caesar had always been rational and intelligent...

Sanity and sanity are not the same concept.

Such intrusive thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

He suddenly saw another picture. It was a black-haired boy he had never seen before. There was no emotion in his misty blue eyes, like a god who had not yet been infused with mercy and compassion. He was extremely rational, calm, and aloof, even scary.

This kind of "absolute rationality" isn't rationality at all. His sanity level must have reached a very dangerous level at this point.

"……Who are you?"

Xia Zuo asked.

"I'm just one of your colleagues, Mr. High Priest. Believe me, I've also devoted myself to this world."

This intrusive thought only appeared for a moment, and was even difficult to capture, but Xia Zuo still understood what he meant.

"You wouldn't come and tell me this for no reason."

Xia Zuo felt his voice tremble a little, and his golden eyes lit up again because of the appearance of hope.

Before he could ask the next question, he found himself in a tall tower.

—A tall tower in a temple.

He was also very familiar with this tower because it was where Christine stayed most often.

He realized that he was standing in front of the window and looking out, which was Christine's most common action.

He suddenly felt a little curious - what were Christine, and even César, thinking? If he put himself in their shoes, could he understand a little?

Xia Zuo heard someone's voice. In the blood-red sunset, his former self leaped into the room and stood before him. For the first time, he saw how sad and hurtful his former gaze had been.

He heard himself ask helplessly, "But what role do you play in this? I don't know, Christine. ... Don't lie to me."

After these words fell, just as he remembered, he, the person who was now observing the world from the perspective of the main person, asked back almost coldly: "Are you praying to me?"

The brown-haired boy smiled sadly and said, "Yes...I beg you."

A suffocating silence suddenly spread.

Xia Zuo felt as if he was drowning.

It took him two seconds to realize that this was the feeling that "Christine" had given him, not the feeling that his own emotions had given him.

But even Xia Zuo himself felt like he couldn't breathe.

My former best friend...now uses this expression to "pray" to me.

The black-haired boy stared at the top of his friend's head. He was deeply hurt by these words, but he couldn't say a word to interrupt or refute them. He felt that this was the fate he deserved.

He opened his lips and could only utter "I'm sorry", and then under the gaze of those golden eyes, he said the name "Eswit".

Seeing those eyes light up, Xia Zuo felt a sense of relief and joy, but it only lasted for a short moment. The next second, it was overwhelming, as if tearing his heart apart with the heavy feeling of falling into the abyss.

Mentioning this location means that the brown-haired boy will definitely go here in the future, and the harm he will suffer will continue.

However... the moment he chose to die in place of Xia Zuo, he should have known that there was no turning back.

In Xia Zuo's perception, the familiar emotions that the black-haired prophet had felt because of their interactions were brought back to him, vanished into thin air in just a few seconds.

The black-haired prophet smiled, and an idea flashed through his mind.

"God will not be soft-hearted."

——At this time, he already regarded himself as a god.