Chapter 215 The End of the Dream of the Dragon
The changes at the old Humanitarian Division's stronghold could be detected by anyone capable of sensing magical fluctuations, even from tens of kilometers away. The magical fluctuations of Dream Dragon and Divine Spear, which had been locked in fierce combat just moments before, had now seen one of them vanish.
Has the battle over there ended? Out of curiosity, I sensed and checked the "historical records" over there.
Don't misunderstand, although I said I've awakened, I haven't awakened the ability to investigate historical land records like Asaho. There's still a lot of my heat and "fireflies" remaining at the old Humanitarian Division's base. Right now, even just the heat I emit can, like "fireflies," save and record the information they observe, allowing me to review it at will. In just a moment, I understood what had happened there.
In reality, the battle between Dream Dragon and Divine Spear has not yet been decided; Divine Spear has simply fallen into a trap temporarily.
The two had been fighting recklessly inside the old base building. The one fighting recklessly was mainly the Sharpshooter, while Dream Dragon was constantly restrained. Many researchers who hadn't had time to evacuate were also caught in the crossfire and suffered casualties. Although Dream Dragon had previously blocked Silver Moon's nuclear explosion, saving the Humanitarian Division's old base from disaster, the back-and-forth fighting had left the building almost completely destroyed.
It was clear that Dream Dragon intended to move the battlefield outside the old stronghold of the Humanitarian Division, but Divine Spear saw through his weakness and deliberately placed the battlefield there. At the same time, the tip of his spear was constantly accumulating power, seemingly about to unleash a strike powerful enough to tear apart the "portal armor".
Just now, Dream Dragon finally couldn't bear it any longer. While deliberately absorbing the thrust, he manipulated the "teleportation armor," causing it to suddenly expand and grow to enormous size, swallowing the divine spear whole. As a result, the divine spear was teleported to the shadow world, and the magical fluctuations naturally disappeared.
I don't believe that banishing Divine Sharp to the Shadow World constitutes defeat; such treatment is merely a delaying tactic. The evidence is that Dream Dragon is still maintaining a vigilant stance, observing the surrounding space as if facing a formidable enemy, as if Divine Sharp might shatter the void and return at any moment. As Divine Sharp's former teammate, his attitude can essentially be seen as proof that Divine Sharp will soon return to the real world.
His current condition is extremely poor, his body is unstable, and although he can still exert his full combat power with his "Comprehensive Enhancement" ability, he may disappear at any time.
He caught his breath and glanced around at the distant surroundings. The Witcher forces were still fighting the Strange Guard forces, but both sides had noticed the disappearance of the Divine Spear; they were unaware that it could return. The Strange Guards roared with high morale, while the Witchers wore expressions of despair.
It's ironic, really. So many people are fighting fiercely, but the final outcome of the battle is determined solely by the victory or defeat of the Great Completion level cultivators. As long as one side's Great Completion level cultivators wins, they can wipe out the remaining enemies.
Dream Dragon moved, seemingly about to kill the demon hunters.
Zhu Shi might also become his target, so I naturally couldn't stand idly by. I left Huo Hai in place to monitor Chang'an, and at the same time, I teleported myself in front of him. Upon seeing this, his attitude changed drastically, revealing an emotion far more tense than when he was fighting the Divine Spear.
He couldn't possibly have missed the magical fluctuations I emitted during my battle with Silvermoon; he must know perfectly well that he has no chance of winning against me in my current state, not even a one percent. However, he doesn't seem to have any intention of giving up. His eyes reveal a determination to fight to the bitter end, even knowing defeat is inevitable. Considering the "cause" of this "phenomenon," it's quite logical.
The young girl, Lu Chan, appeared beside me. Rather than saying she moved there in some way, it was more like she attached herself to the edge of my field of vision. Even her very existence felt like an illusion. It seemed that if I blinked a few more times, she would disappear from my sight altogether.
I said to Dream Dragon, "First of all, thank you. If you hadn't blocked the explosion just now, my friend's life would probably be in grave danger."
"I'm just protecting my own people. What happens to your friends is none of my business," he said coldly. "Or are you planning to let me pass?"
That's impossible. Besides, it would be hypocritical to say I intend to spare his life; he's almost dead. My pretense here would only humiliate him. It's better to be quick and eliminate him myself before he disappears.
"Tell me your last wish before you die, and I'll see if I can help you fulfill it," I said.
"I thought you were going to say something like helping the enemy on the battlefield—that's utterly absurd!" he sneered. "If I asked you to help me kill the sharpshooter, would you actually do it?"
Without hesitation, I said, "Yes."
"……ah?"
He was dumbfounded.
“However, my original intention was to kill the Sharpshooter, so that doesn’t count,” I said. “Anything else?”
I don't know how much he believed me. He looked at me incredulously for a while, then returned to normal.
"...I have only one true wish, and that is to save the majority of people who will suffer in the future," he said. "For this, I am willing to sacrifice myself without hesitation, whether they are friends or colleagues. As for an amateur like you, who wastes time thanking your friend on the battlefield just because the enemy unintentionally helped him, don't even talk about helping me fulfill my wish. Just hearing it makes me want to vomit."
"Is this your honest opinion, Chenlong?" the young girl Lu Chan suddenly spoke. "What exactly do friends, colleagues... mean to you?"
"..." Dream Dragon didn't even glance at the girl Lu Chan.
"Don't pretend you can't see me," said the young girl Lu Chan. "You're the one who summoned me, aren't you?"
Her words echoed the vague answer that had been forming in my mind.
A dream avatar like the young girl Lu Chan could not possibly appear in an independent reality space. Only someone who can perceive an independent reality space as a dream can summon a dream avatar. There are three known individuals who possess the ability to do this: myself, Dr. Silver Mask, and Chen Long in his previous life.
Regardless of my status as a successor, even if Dr. Silver Mask had a way to summon his own dream avatar, he couldn't possibly summon Lu Chan. But Chen Long in his previous life was different; he possessed the national first-class demon hunter medal that Lu Chan had held in the past. This medal embodied the dreams that Lu Chan had harbored in the past.
In the past, Chenlong betrayed his friend for the sake of his ideals, sending him to a hellish experimental facility and watching helplessly as his friend succumbed to despair and bloodshed. In the end, his friend abandoned his former dreams and medals, fleeing the living hell without looking back. But Chenlong, the instigator, secretly picked up the medal that held his friend's former dreams from the ground and carried it with him, treasuring it until the last moment of his life.
What was he thinking during those days? I have no way of knowing, and I have no intention of commenting. Perhaps he would occasionally take out the medal that held Lu Chan's longing, recalling the friend who fought alongside him and shared his innocent dreams; perhaps he might even dream of him in that dreamlike space.
Then, the young girl Lu Chan appeared.
These are ultimately just my fantasies; perhaps the truth is quite different from what I imagine. And now, there will be no one like a referee to tell me whether this idea is right or wrong.
However, one thing is very clear: although the current Lu Chan girl is no different from my illusion, if Chenlong is truly the one who summoned Lu Chan, then there's no reason why Chenlong wouldn't see the dream. Not to mention that he, like Lu Chan, is now an incarnation of a dream.
Yet he still wouldn't glance at the young girl Lu Chan even once, as if his actions were a rebuttal to my thoughts. Why wouldn't he look at Lu Chan? Or was he truly blind?
His body grew increasingly unsteady, and it seemed he wouldn't last even half a minute. He glanced down at himself, then looked up and spoke to me.
“…You just said you would kill the Divine Spear, right? You don’t seem like the type to lie to me like this under the circumstances, even Lu Chan helped you… I’ll take your word for it,” he said. “However, just as you were going to kill the Divine Spear, I was going to protect the researchers of the Humanitarian Division. We were just walking our own paths, which happened to align with each other’s interests. So, we’re even.”
"Okay." I accepted that statement.
"—Well then, I'm going now."
With a final roar, he transformed into a black cannonball and hurtled towards me. Countless cracks erupted from his body, white light emanating from within them—he was about to unleash a self-destruct attack at the last moment. Simultaneously, a black shadow emerged from below, seemingly to protect the old base building from the blast of his explosion, preventing the researchers who hadn't managed to escape from being affected.
And this is the only skill he might have that could pose a threat to me at this moment. Purely in terms of power, his self-destruct skill, which he uses at the cost of his life at the Great Perfection level, might surpass Silver Moon's final killing move. However, for me now, dealing with this move is far too easy.
A massive flaming spear shot out from my right palm, easily piercing through the target. The high-density flames violently destroyed the "portal armor," which should have been able to withstand any damage. Dream Dragon didn't have time to self-destruct and was reduced to ashes along with its armor in the flames.
Dream of the Dragon, destroy it.
Witnessing her former friend's last breath fade away, the young girl Lu Chan said nothing. She gazed at the spot where her friend had disappeared for a long time, then sighed with relief.
It seemed that time had reached its limit here, and her body gradually faded away. Finally, she turned her face, nodded at me, and disappeared.
(End of this chapter)
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