Chapter 675 The Grand Finale (Part 1)
As soon as Yun Zhao finished speaking, all the guides stepped forward without hesitation.
The words "purify the darkness" were like a ray of light, rekindling the sparks in their lifeless eyes.
The heaviness and confusion that had been weighing on my heart were instantly replaced by a surge of sense of mission.
They are no longer isolated and helpless survivors, but inheritors of the "torch of salvation" two hundred years later.
"Is it enough to just inject my mental energy into it?"
The base chief stood at the very front. He looked up at the giant tower and then placed his hands firmly on the tower wall.
Yun Zhao held the badge in his hand and replied, "That's right. As long as all the patterns on the tower are activated, it can be successfully started."
Commander Shen nodded slightly. "The front lines won't hold out for long. Let's begin."
Minister Bai was the second to step forward, placing his hand on the tower wall. His voice was clear and calm: "Dawn Base, Bai Mo joins. All guides, report your numbers."
Yuan Lan walked to the tower wall and placed her palm against it: "Special Abilities Department, Yuan Lan, requesting intervention."
"A-level guide Bai Yu requests intervention."
"A-level guide Fang Chengye requests intervention."
"Class B guide Su Xiao... requests intervention..."
"Class A guide Song Qing requests intervention..."
The sounds of reporting echoed across the square, each voice carrying a resolute determination to face death.
By the time the last guide was in place, the entire base of the white tower was covered with countless hands.
Yun Zhao stood in the center of the crowd and slowly closed his eyes.
Her spiritual power, like delicate silk threads, gently probes into the mental landscape of each person.
At that moment, she felt not chaotic power, but the equally fervent heartbeats of more than two hundred people.
"here we go."
She spoke softly, then guided the gathering spiritual current to slowly flow into the White Pagoda.
The tower emitted a deep hum, as if a slumbering beast had been awakened, and the originally dim patterns lit up one by one, like a starry river awakening.
The light spread upwards from the base of the tower, faster and brighter.
All the guides poured their spiritual energy into the tower without reservation.
The dim patterns seemed to come alive, lighting up one by one, flowing with pure white light. The light steadily spread upwards, crossing the base of the tower, climbing over the first floor, the second floor... unstoppable.
The sentry stood on the perimeter, holding his breath as he watched the light of the climber.
However, when the light climbed to about half the height of the tower, its speed suddenly slowed down and it became stagnant.
"Not enough... far from enough..."
Chen Ji's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. "Everyone, give it your all!"
Although the spiritual torrent flowing into the White Tower is enormous, the spiritual power required to fully activate it is immense. The current power is being rapidly depleted and is insufficient to break through that critical point.
Yun Zhao joined at this time.
The tower's light intensified, rising rapidly once more, making the previously illuminated patterns even more dazzling.
The sentries slowly loosened their grip on their weapons, their eyes fixed on the ever-rising light on the tower.
They could hear the heavy breathing of the guides behind them and feel the increasingly intense spiritual energy fluctuations permeating the air.
There was no hesitation amidst the fluctuations, only an unwavering determination to move forward.
Some of the young sentries quietly teared up, thinking of their comrades who had died in the darkness and their loved ones who were still waiting for news in the underground bunker.
—This upward-climbing light is not only the hope of the White Tower, but also the hope of everyone to survive.
As the light was about to reach the top of the tower, many guides were already on the verge of collapse.
Before they arrived, their mental energy was already almost completely depleted, and they were clearly struggling to cope with this unreserved attack.
Bai Yu's consciousness was already blurred, and all that remained in her vision was the scorching halo on the tower.
She felt as if her mental landscape had been completely torn apart, and every breath she took carried a heavy, rusty smell.
A muffled thud came from beside him, and a C-level guide finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed. He was immediately helped up by the sentry who was waiting nearby to rest.
But this was like a signal, and one after another, several more guides collapsed from exhaustion.
Bai Yu felt like she was about to faint at any moment.
She kept encouraging herself.
Hang in there, just a little longer...
I can't fall... I absolutely can't fall at this moment...
Yun Zhao also gradually began to feel the strain.
The scene before her eyes began to spin and darken, and the light from the tower split into countless overlapping shadows in her eyes.
The entire tower seemed like a bottomless pit, constantly absorbing everyone's spiritual energy.
I could see the patterns that were almost touching the top of the tower.
Success is just one step away.
At this moment, Xie Tu, who was standing on the periphery, suddenly took a step forward.
A phoenix engulfed in flames emerged from the void above, transforming its most primal spiritual power into a pure red streak of light, which it unhesitatingly cast towards the White Tower.
This action seemed to be a signal.
The next second, countless sentries followed suit.
They may not be able to manipulate things with the precision of a guide, but they use the simplest methods to transmit their spiritual power without reservation.
"Catch! This is our share!"
"And mine too!"
"Take them all!"
Streams of spiritual energy, some strong and some weak, filled with the most fervent beliefs, surged toward the White Pagoda from all directions like rivers flowing into the sea.
With the support of this new force, the light that was about to reach the top of the tower suddenly jolted, as if injected with its last fuel, and finally—
boom!
A beam of pure light shot into the sky from the top of the tower, instantly piercing through heaven and earth.
All the out-of-control dark matter, as if drawn by some force, converged uncontrollably toward the White Tower.
Wherever the light reached, the surging dark matter melted and evaporated rapidly, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight.
The corrupted mutants let out their final wails and gradually perished in the light.
The surviving sentries on the battlefield stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the mutants gradually fading away in the light, and at the... brand new world before them.
Tears fell silently.
They could feel the darkness receding and the dawn approaching.
When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and shone on the top of the white tower, revealing the long-lost azure blue, the sunlight shone unhindered on this land that had suffered so much.
Yun Zhao said softly, "It's dawn..."
These three words, though spoken softly, resonated clearly in the hearts of everyone still connected to the White Pagoda.
The long two hundred years have finally come to an end.
"That's great..." Bai Yu smiled and fainted with relief, only to be caught by Wei Xu who had rushed over.
Yun Zhao finally couldn't hold on any longer.
After days of running around and working hard, she felt all her strength drained away, her vision quickly became blurry, and the cheers of victory seemed to be separated by a thick layer of glass, becoming distant and unreal.
In the moments before consciousness completely sank into darkness.
Through her blurred vision, she caught sight of a familiar figure tearing through the crowd and rushing toward her without regard for anything else.
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