The "sun" that invaded the world slowly descended - it could not be compared with the real sun, but it was still as big as a hill and exuded terrifying power.

It hovered very close to the ground and seemed to have almost completely "landed" on the surface. Flames bursting from its edges licked the earth, and under its illumination, sand and gravel gradually melted and turned into flowing magma. The air twisted in the heat, and waves of heat rolled up above the gradually flowing magma river. Stones of all sizes seemed to be disturbed by an invisible power, floating around the "sun's offspring" and turning into hot satellites orbiting it.

This huge "fallen sun" stared at the mortal in front of it, who could almost be described as dust, with countless cold eyeballs inside it, and repeated the concise command again -

"Kneel down."

It was a completely different kind of pressure from ordinary supernatural beings or heretical individuals; it was the power emanating from the Ancient Gods—this deformed fireball was the true offspring of the Black Sun, and its words themselves were worth millions of spells and secret arts.

Fanna felt like her body was almost burning. The scorching fire seemed to be flowing through her body, and even the air she exhaled became part of the flame.

But she just silently looked down at the shining little ball in her hand.

After a moment, she carefully put it close to her body, turned around in silence, and walked towards the huge cane that was deeply buried in the sand dune. She stretched out her left hand towards it, pulled it out little by little, and then carried it on her shoulder.

The giant's staff was too huge for a mortal. Even for Vanna, when she carried the staff, it didn't seem like she was carrying a weapon, but more like she was carrying a tree.

But she didn't care about it, this heavy "weapon" was just right for her.

She turned around, holding the giant sword made of ice tightly in her right hand, holding the cane on her shoulder in her left hand, and staring calmly at the "sun" that fell to the ground.

“You refused,” the Son of the Sun emitted a series of noise-like hisses and vibrations, and its thoughts pierced directly into Vanna’s mind, “but you must hand over the star.”

The wind in the desert was getting stronger and stronger. Endless gusts of wind seemed to roll up the entire desert and rage in this last gap between the two worlds. The dust in the distance rose up in the wind, like a yellowish-brown high wall, slowly moving towards here.

Vanna raised her head in the strong wind, glanced at the other world in the sky that had stopped falling, and asked calmly, "Are you interfering with this...'collision'?"

"You are trying to call on the power from afar - but no one can help you." The "sun" that fell to the ground made a hissing and trembling noise again. "I have cut off the connection between the two worlds. Now you are trapped in this desert. No one can hear your voice. The Usurper can't, and the Leviathan Queen can't. Resistance is futile... Hand it over, and I can let you go."

Fanna did not respond to the descendant of the ancient god. She just narrowed her eyes slightly in the increasingly violent wind.

Indeed, she could no longer contact the outside world, the captain, or the goddess of storms - although the gentle sound of the waves still rang in her ears and the mark left by the spiritual fire was still burning in her body, she could no longer hear their "source".

The force generated when the two worlds collided was channeled into a barrier that turned the desert into a closed cage, and the one driving all of this was obviously this... blasphemous thing in front of them.

Strong winds began to gather, and the wall of yellow sand that rose from afar was crushed towards them bit by bit by the strong wind. It was an astonishing storm, and with the constantly accumulating power, countless sands and dust were surging and rushing in the wall of yellow sand like huge waves.

Vanna took a deep breath, and the ash-like substance dissipated into the air along with her breath.

She gazed at the children of the sun on the distant land, and the illusions of storm and fire were reflected in her eyes.

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She put the huge cane down from her shoulder, then took a step forward, looking calmly towards the blasphemous sun - the cane and the giant sword dragged long grooves on the ground, and in a trance, it looked like a line of symbols engraved on the land.

If the giant was here, he might really carve a sentence like this:

After the apocalypse, the Traveler launched a charge against the invading sun.

But the giant is gone, and the history of this world has ended - the strong wind wiped out the long gully left behind Vanna, and the rising dust in the sky closed behind her like a giant curtain.

Her steps became faster and faster, gradually turning into an unstoppable charge.

Would the Son of the Sun be surprised? Perhaps in all its cognition, it had never seen an option like "a mortal charging at the Son of the Old God" - but would a creature like it have the same emotions as humans?

Fanna was very curious about this, but she had no way of knowing the answer. She only knew that the proud "sun" finally responded.

Layer upon layer of heat waves intertwined into a honeycomb-like light-casting coating on the surface of the sun, flames brewed and rose in the air, and the deadly sunlight was burning her body, trying to kill her on the way to the charge.

However, the sandstorm that came from the end of the earth was gradually closing in around her, turning into a barrier that could temporarily block the sunlight.

Vanna ran forward at full speed, slowly raising the giant sword and long staff in her hands. She breathed in the flaming heat wave, and with every breath, ashes dissipated into the air.

She felt like she was riding a wave.

A voice seemed to ring in her heart. She could no longer tell whether it was her own voice, the voice of the Storm Goddess, or the voice of the captain. She only knew that this voice was telling her -

The sea of ​​sand is also the sea.

She will stir up a storm in the sea.

Because she is the saint of the storm.

In the strong wind, the wall of yellow sand closed together, and Fanna's figure disappeared in the magnificent sandstorm, as if she was swallowed up by the yellow sand in the blink of an eye, and as if she had merged into one with the strong wind.

Between the two colliding lands, there remained only a kilometer-high desert storm that almost connected the two worlds, rushing forward with an earth-shaking roar.

In the huge sandstorm, a sharp arrow rose high, and after a one-second pause, it smashed towards the invading "Descendants of the Sun" like an overwhelming force.

Today, she is going to try to extinguish a sun.

An impact that seemed powerful enough to tear the entire earth apart erupted in an instant.

The huge storm across the desert shrank into a sharp blade and hit the surface of the "sun" head-on. The latter built a brilliant corona in the instant before the impact - the corona exploded spectacularly during the impact, followed by a devastating spread of material.

The entire desert seemed to be set on fire in the explosion. The horrific fire wave flattened all the nearby sand dunes and boulders in an instant, and caused the rugged boulders to melt and flow, filling the gullies and deep pits on the ground.

In the huge explosion of the "Corona", the storm was also torn apart and dispersed. The strong wind suddenly turned into disordered airflow, spreading between heaven and earth. The yellow sand that condensed into a wall and turned into a sharp arrow was torn into pieces in the heat wave. Part of it fell to the earth, and part of it seemed to lose gravity and was thrown between the two worlds, condensing around the upside-down Silendis like clouds.

After an unknown amount of time, the yellow sand around the impact point was blown away by the disorderly strong wind.

A ray of light first appeared in the gradually dispersing dust.

The Sun's offspring still exists - its light has dimmed, and the hastily constructed "false corona" withstood the impact of the storm in the explosion, but it also tore off part of its body, and now, its tentacles curled up in the flaming shell are curling and trembling abnormally, and a golden-red substance that looks like flowing flames and blood seeps out from the burning shell, floating on the surrounding magma lake, flowing and burning.

Countless inhuman eyeballs moved back and forth among the **'s tentacles, searching for the enemy's figure after the dust cleared.

The figure appeared in front of a fan-shaped impact crater not far away.

Vanna stood there quietly, the air around her twisted in the heat, the last breeze dissipating from the tip of her sword.

She raised her head and glanced at the descendants of the sun in the distance.

The next second, her body dissipated in the wind, turning into countless flying ashes, lightly scattered all over the earth in the sunlight.

A small ball of brilliant light fell from the air and landed on the still hot ashes.

"…We are mortals after all, but we deserve respect."

The Son of the Sun let out a vague tremor, then slowly floated upwards, driving an invisible force, preparing to take away the "ancient star" that fell into the ashes.

The star did not move.

"……Um?"

For the first time, the descendant of the ancient god felt a little confused.

And the next second, a sudden gust of wind suddenly swept across the yellow sand, rolling up the ashes scattered on the ground!

A faint green flame slowly emerged from the ashes, and then burned fiercely in almost the blink of an eye. Some chaotic and nameless light and shadow passed over the ashes, and turned into an illusory shape as if reconstructing a soul. Then all the ashes floated into the air under the pull of the faint green flame, and quickly condensed, reshaped, and regained color and texture - almost within a few seconds, they condensed into Vanna's appearance again.

Even the damaged armor was restored as the dark green flame burned through it - as if time had gone back.

Vanna bent down and picked up her sword and the cane, then raised her head and stared at the fake sun that was still burning.

She saw its long tentacles and the golden-red substance flowing from its flaming shell.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"So you can bleed too—"

She stepped forward.

The strong wind swept across the sky and earth again, and the yellow sand rose up again in the storm.

"Then the next question is - are you afraid?"