Chapter 96 Finale (Part 2) “I will bear witness…
Bright red splashed and blood mist filled the air.
Lin Miao's pupils suddenly dilated and her body began to stagger; one step, two steps, she fell backwards, her long black hair covering her pale face.
The god landed, walked towards her leisurely in the garden, and stopped.
He looked down disdainfully at the fallen demon king: "The Saint took his godhood, broke it apart, and allowed it to hatch. His heart and blood became the origin, and then perfected the rest of his body."
Born from the same divine nature, the heart blood of gods and demons not only ensures the immortality of their souls and the realization of true eternal life, but also has a suppressive effect on their bodies and strength, and can even achieve "dominance" over each other for a short period of time.
"Do you regret it?" He smiled, a smile that seemed both mocking and compassionate. "You actually used this most important thing to create a toy."
"If my sister hadn't been blinded by the so-called 'loneliness' and the so-called 'desire for true love', those useless and weak emotions that not only wasted her heart's blood but also made her timid, you would have defeated me long ago and become the true ruler of the Sacred Continent."
He sighed with regret, "Instead of crossing a hundred years, he was still defeated by me. Even this time—"
The god's tone became filled with cruelty and malice: "I will let my sister's cubs' souls be scattered to pieces, and they will accompany my sister."
"...No regrets." A hoarse and weak voice came out from the lips hidden by long hair. The god was stunned for a second before realizing that Lin Miao was answering the question he had just asked.
"I have no regrets."
"Um……?"
"Zhao, you've been hostile to me for so many years, but you still can't see that I have no interest in the position of a master."
“…”
"If we are not divided into one Godhead, our temperament and pursuits will be the same."
As if he knew and accepted his own ending, Lin Miao's mood became much calmer, and he seemed to be having a heart-to-heart talk with the gods at the critical moment of life and death.
Blood trickled from her chest as she spoke to herself, "Power, faith, fame... they're all good, but life can also be exhausting."
"When I was a demon king, I never understood what I wanted. But after experiencing the human world, the seven emotions and six desires of being human, and the short life that could end at any moment, I think my pursuit is simple - to live my life to my heart's content.
"It doesn't matter if you can't let go of your emotions. You can be free and at the same time have something to love and something to care about. With this kind of life, you can give a satisfactory answer to His test."
“…”
"I don't regret making them my weak spot, and I certainly don't regret giving them my all."
Lin Miao said, pausing for a moment.
When she spoke again, her voice became frivolous and shallow, with an inexplicable sense of being distant and sometimes near.
"What's more..."
"Now, don't you have any more heart blood?"
"What--"
The scattered black hair was lifted by a breeze, and the mocking corners of his mouth were reflected in the god's eyes. The surging divine power in his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.
A piercing chill ran down the back of my neck.
The cold and sharp dagger pressed against the blue vein artery, and its sapphire color shone brightly.
The "demon king" lying on the ground still had a sinister smile on his face. Lin Miao's faint voice came to his ears: "Talent is something that everyone seems to only have one."
"You have your heart rate control, and I have my 'transplantation'. How does it feel to go to such great lengths to kill my puppet?"
"How could you possibly…"
He wanted to ask how it was possible for you to predict his killing move in advance, and how it was possible for you to deceive his perception with a puppet, but halfway through his words, he suddenly came to his senses.
For the first time, an absurd distortion that was unbelievable yet undeniable appeared on the god's indifferent and cold face.
“Michael…!!!”
Only Michael in Heaven could possibly have some insight into His plans, and only the archangels who had close contact with Him and were hypocritically flattering Him could possibly use means to confuse His perception.
He was actually tricked by his subordinates who thought they had him in their hands and could do nothing to him.
"I've already told you that your subordinates are not as useless as you think."
The plot was so blatant that it made the world a mess. She even gave her her heart openly even though she knew that He was watching. The gods took advantage of the situation and killed someone with a borrowed knife. Didn't the archangel follow suit?
Lin Miao recalled the heartbeat that came from his lips when they touched the back of her hand, and her eyes remained calm.
"From the very beginning, anyone who enters the 'realm' is my puppet."
She said slowly, "While you were fighting it, I planted a Devouring Curse in your heart. Once the heart blood leaves your body, the curse will devour your power. I told you all that just to buy time, waiting for the curse to take effect."
"Zhao, you lose."
Silence.
Like the silence of death.
In the desolate and empty world, even a pin drop makes a sound.
The god felt as if the spiritual energy in his body had been completely drained. The body and strength beneath his battle suit no longer had the power to destroy the world in a snap of a finger. He was more fragile than ever before, like a mortal, so fragile that a weak panic arose in this dead silence.
However, as He raised His head, the curve of His lips grew wider and wider, and a tearing laugh burst out from His throat with a high pitch.
“Ha, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha——”
His emerald eyes were hollow, his chest heaving violently, feelings of unwillingness, disobedience, humiliation, and lingering hatred flashing through his mind one after another. But in the end, he closed his eyes coldly and said, "I lose?"
"I lost because I allowed the traitor to betray their master and use his treacherous tactics, and I failed to eradicate the problem in time."
"Miao, apart from being able to train dogs, you are no better than me."
"No. You lost because of your arrogance." Lin Miao said calmly, "You have been a god for too long."
"Thousands of years of ruling the Holy Continent have made you overconfident, believing everything is under your control. You even exploited loopholes in the laws to make people believe I was the one who murdered the people and spread the plague, thus causing me to be punished. Naturally, you don't care about the self-righteous struggles of a mere angel."
"But Zhao, have you forgotten what He said when He cast His godhood into the sea of stars?"
The way of heaven is like a wheel, it follows its own track. It is difficult to change its direction because of the thoughts of one person, but it can occasionally deviate from its course because of the concerted efforts of ants.
"...Now you don't need to waste time talking to me about this anymore."
Sometimes these two “sisters” would show surprising similarities. For example, when facing their own failure, they would feel unwilling and angry, but then they would face failure calmly.
The god lowered his eyes and said in weariness, "Kill me quickly and avenge yourself."
Lin Miao gripped the dagger tightly, "I just want to tell you - even God can't cheat the laws of nature forever; justice for innocent people on earth and the demons of hell can't be absent forever."
"If it's absent, then I'll come get it."
Purple streams of light wrapped around his body like a living thing. The divine body began to dissolve from his limbs, eroded by an invisible force. His skin peeled away, fragments of light, and the exposed bones gradually became transparent and disintegrated under the magical power.
Lin Miao couldn't see Zhao's expression, but despite the severe pain, his body remained straight, and his snow-white battle uniform and staff supported the majesty of the god, without the slightest bend.
She thought that compared to her, the devil who always doted on her and couldn't stand the pain, Zhao...
The god's soul finally broke away from his crumbling body and turned into a hazy mist of light floating in the air.
Lin Miao raised her hand, and the ball of light mist slowly fell into her palm like a tired bird returning to its nest, continuously emitting tiny star-like lights.
The devil paused for a long time and whispered something, then the light mist trembled and dissipated at a faster speed, and the last remaining warmth also subsided.
This pure white world is vast and boundless, with only Lin Miao left all alone.
The light and shadows around her swirled again, interweaving into dazzling spots; the vast expanse of desolate white scenery was like a tide burying it, and the feeling under her feet turned from real to virtual.
When she opened her eyes again, billions of stars spread out, and rivers of light meandered, like the edge of the universe. She was back in that starry sky again.
"...You're here." Lin Miao said.
"Yes." The woman was still smiling, but she had changed into a golden long dress. "I told you, we'll see each other soon."
Lin Miao looked into the woman's eyes and said, "I want to talk to you about Michael."
"Oh?" the woman said mischievously, "Isn't it necessary? Shouldn't you let him tell you himself?"
"I was wrong. I'm sorry." Lin Miao admitted his mistake and apologized directly. "I regret it."
The woman looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped her smile. "Don't you think I'm a remnant of godhood or a wasted divine power?"
"I never thought so." Lin Miao said, "I just said that to test you."
“…Saint.”
Upon hearing the name, the woman raised an eyebrow, then curved her lips. "Ah, you're truly worthy of my godhood—you're half my offspring, too. I guessed it the first time I saw you."
He didn't ask her how she came up with that idea, but instead said, "It's okay to talk about that little white bird, but you have to tell me why you didn't kill Zhao, but instead sent him to that world?"
"Zhao is half your daughter, isn't she?" Lin Miao said helplessly, "Do you hope that his soul will be completely annihilated?"
"I respect your choice." Sheng said very tactfully.
"...If I kill Him right now, what's the difference between me and Him?" Lin Miao said softly, "He's just been a god for too long and doesn't know how to be a 'human' anymore."
"Let Him go back to the world I once lived in. Perhaps He will gain new insights and truly realize His problems, reflect on them, and then correct them."
"This is much more interesting than killing gods, and more useful for your experiments, don't you think?"
Sheng gazed at her peaceful face for a long time before speaking with a mixture of admiration and emotion: "It's indeed a very interesting approach. Miao, it's a pity that I didn't watch you grow up."
"Those are not pleasant memories. It's better not to have an audience." Lin Miao curled his lips and waved his hands repeatedly.
Saint laughed again.
True to her word, the woman in the golden dress began to tell the story of Michael: "That little white bird... is very stubborn."
"After the war between you and Zhao, Zhao retreated into seclusion in Heaven. The living angels all returned, but he—he went the other way around."
The Holy Statue recalled something amusing and curled his lips. "The war was over, but he ended up in the Underworld, kneeling there for days. Later, he went to Hell, hiding from your subordinates and wandering around."
"That little bird stole a bunch of forbidden summoning techniques from hell from somewhere, hoping to retrieve your soul. The result is predictable. Tsk, it was covered in bruises, a horrible sight."
"At that time, I was moved by compassion and showed up to tell him that these spells were useless. But he ended up pestering me and insisted on making a deal with me, saying that he would exchange everything for me as long as I could live."
“…”
"But he doesn't know. I do. You haven't completely compromised with Zhao. You're just being forced to temporarily avoid the spotlight due to the Absolute Territory."
The magic power was sealed by the devil himself, the key was designed by the devil himself, and the car accident in the other world was inevitable. It was all a trap set by him from beginning to end.
Even without Michael, He would have met the three-headed dog, recovered His memory, and regained His power as planned.
"I was going to refuse, saying the angel didn't have what I wanted."
Lin Miao: "...but he has fallen."
"Yes, he showed his wings and his hands carved with magic patterns." Saint shrugged. "You know, there are very few cases of Seraphim falling. I couldn't resist."
This god from a higher dimension was unexpectedly friendly, interesting, and a bit talkative. Lin Miao thought this might be a kind of character anchor.
"But I still abide by the rules," the god said. "I asked him if he wanted to make a deal if you could live without meddling."
"Guess what he said?"
He said—
"My life has been absurd and ridiculous. I have been weak, timid, and weak-willed. He must be very sorry for saving me."
"If my rotten soul and life could still do something for Him, atone for some of His sins, perhaps He...would feel less regretful."
"..."
The god spread his hands. "You can probably guess what happened next, right? I gave him the ability to cross boundaries so he could bring you back, and I also gave you that 'card pool.' The card pool has my blessing, and the probability of drawing the required skill is 100%."
"As the other party in the deal, he must regularly provide me with blood and essence, always maintaining a weakened state with his vitality drained."
One hundred years, every moment, every minute and every second.
And she never discovered that.
"So he didn't lie to you. Even if he didn't give you the heart, he wouldn't live long." Sheng said.
"Is there no other way?" Her voice was hoarse and inaudible. "...I want him to live."
"Well...it's not that there's no solution." Sheng blinked, "Then, what will Miao give me in exchange?"
Change……?
Lin Miao was stunned for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Mother? Help your daughter?"
“…” The god was speechless.
After a while, He shook His head helplessly. He didn't seem angry, but rather rather doting. "You truly have...learned every ounce of human cunning."
"Well," Saint raised his hand and made a "1" gesture. "It's just a hint—do you really think that the bird ball Michael gave you was just his divine power?"
"!!!" After realizing what the god meant, Lin Miao's eyes suddenly lit up, and joy and relief instantly appeared in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, almost overflowing.
As Sheng watched, he seemed to be infected by her and showed a sincere and gentle smile: "I am very pleased, Miao."
"In the hundred years that I was unaware of, you've grown up very well. I also like the name you chose for yourself. It's not only about swallowing all the light, but also about being as vast as mountains and rivers."
"You will have the life you desire. You will find freedom and love, and you will be able to lead the lives of all beings on this continent towards a better future."
"Go." He smiled. "Now, go do what you want to do and find who you want to find."
"I will witness you reaching happiness."
The brilliant sea of stars shattered and crumbled before her eyes, and the woman in gold gradually faded into a phantom.
Lin Miao found himself in the human world, suspended in the sky thousands of feet high, overlooking the scene above the earth.
Torn apart by war and invaded by monsters.
Her sight penetrated the various waves of light and she saw the fourth prince swinging his lightsaber, the silver light splitting the monsters in half;
Cecilia's long whip was poisoned, and the pink magic drew a cold arc in the air, which could knock down a group of mutated black creatures at a time;
Mammon held the giant axe tightly, a magic circle was circulating in front of Beelzebub, and two demons were fighting with the angels.
She saw that the three-headed dog still maintained its original form, the roar of the three heads shook the heaven and earth, and hellfire gushed out. Unsurprisingly, the opponent was Gabriel holding a white horn and spreading six wings.
She saw the fierce battle between the demons and the mutated monsters, and saw the wailing and fallen figures of human civilians and soldiers among the broken walls and ruins. The blood dyed the scorched earth red, and the kingdom was filled with killing.
...It's time to stop all this.
Lin Miao raised his hand calmly, and the purple gem scepter drew a dazzling trajectory in the air.
"Time, stagnant."
As soon as the words fell, time seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. The fighting monsters, the combating figures, and the splattering blood were all frozen in an instant, and the world fell into absolute stillness.
She continued to swing the scepter.
"Power, absorb."
In the human world, all the ferocious mutant monsters were decomposed in a few breaths, squeezed into thick magic power like ink, pulled by invisible silk threads, and gathered into a black tide that covered the sky and rushed towards Lin Miao.
The magic power crashed into the halo around her, like a stream flowing into the deep sea, flowing along her fingertips, hair, and every inch of her skin, flowing into her body continuously and being swallowed up.
The black fog stopped.
Lin Miao withdrew from the state of infinite devouring, remained silent for a moment, and slowly took out the heart that had stopped beating and belonged to Michael.
"He knows you have this heart, so he will no longer use the 'Absolute Domain'."
"When all is over, let it atone for my sins against the world."
The heart left her palm and flew high into the sky as she gazed.
A golden light flashed, and the blood-red heart seemed to be purified, slowly disintegrating and turning into thousands of pure white feathers.
The snow kissed by angels, with a warm golden halo, poured down from the clouds and gently swept across the entire world.
Feathers swept across the broken walls, and tender green buds emerged from the charred cracks; they brushed across the hideous wounds caused by the invasion of monsters on humans, and they healed and scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
They rested on the pale cheeks of children, and the dry tears were melted by the warmth; they passed around the heads of soldiers, and dispelled the dying breath into a light breeze.
Feather snow fell all over the sky, and wherever it passed, the blood color faded, the wailing dissipated, and the air was filled with the breath of healing and rebirth.
very nice.
She thought.
The Holy Continent finally returned to its state a hundred years ago, and the feuds between heaven, hell, and the human world came to a temporary end.
As for the future, what will happen to the human world with a new king? Who will rule the heaven without the God of Light? Can the three realms live in harmony and tolerance with each other?
Who knows.
"Time to recover."
She retreated to Hell with the demons, raised the Tuna, briefly hugged a few of her subordinates, and finally kissed her dog before taking a good sleep on Cerberus's giant canine.
These are His Majesty Lin Miao’s top priorities.
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