The next day, Yun Wei made an appointment with Isaac to extract the godhood from Isaac's body.
They touched forehead to forehead in a shack at the foot of Mount San Moriti.
Yes, after he finally had enough fun last night, Isaac carried him down the mountain.
The view from the mountaintop is beautiful, but it's not suitable for spending the night.
Isaac said he could "build a nest" soon, and Yun Wei had no choice but to let him go.
He could actually come down the mountain by himself.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Isaac really wanted to carry him on his back...
Under the other person's resolute gaze, he impulsively agreed.
It was on his way down the mountain that he suddenly remembered the question that had not yet been answered: "So, what exactly is a 'natural-born chanter'?"
The man in front of him remained silent for a moment before finally answering, "It is a castrated man."
Yun Wei, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes. "Huh?!"
Isaac continued, “It is said that such people have beautiful voices, so the First Dynasty formed such choirs, which later developed into recruiting children for training… However, it was abolished by the Second Dynasty.”
Yun Wei remained silent.
He realized that something similar existed in his original world.
His cousin is a video game enthusiast. Once during Chinese New Year, he heard some really high-end game background music, the kind of chanting that would really shock you the first time you heard it. He casually asked what it was.
The other person replied that it was "Byzantine chant".
byzantine chant.
It was something that happened a long time ago, yet he suddenly remembered it.
But he didn't think too much about it, attributing it to the fact that his mental strength had improved again.
For some inexplicable reason, he actually asked a particularly embarrassing question, "Is Dilis on top or on the bottom...?"
Although, well, there was a bit of his own ulterior motive involved in this issue.
If he himself was Isaac's "dream boy," then wouldn't Dilis be a perfect "childhood sweetheart"?
While he might still feel jealous if the other person was inherently submissive, the thought of them being trapped in such a monstrous body...
hiss!
Yun Wei's lips curled up uncontrollably.
This time, even he himself knew that his expression was genuinely off—
Stop, Yun Wei, stop.
It's all because he read too many random novels in his past life!
But Isaac didn't answer directly. Instead, he chuckled and said, "You're clearly on my back right now. May I ask, my esteemed lord, are you on top or on the bottom?"
Yun Wei: "..."
Without a doubt, his little trick had been seen through by the man in front of him.
The reason for this is probably that the other party has thoroughly read his diary and can easily see through his patterns.
This is truly, incredibly shameful.
He once again transformed into a "screaming, desperate chicken," crowing wildly in his mind.
...
As the tide recedes, the scene changes.
When Yun Wei opened his eyes again, he found himself in a wilderness filled with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
A foul stench filled the air, and the cries of crows were mournful.
This is clearly not Moonflower City under the iron heel of the Black Army.
He looked up and saw the blood-red sun darkening the sky. Behind him, the once majestic fortress was now nothing but ruins, and even the snow on Mount Moriti was bathed in a crimson glow.
With the location of Mount San Moriti as a reference, Yun Wei immediately understood where he was.
This is the glorious fortress where the final battle against the Lord of Chaos, Mastak, took place.
He simply didn't quite understand the underlying principles.
He listened intently, and through the mournful cries of crows, he could faintly hear the sounds of fighting coming from the other side of the battlefield.
It must be Isaac.
Yun Wei was certain of this.
He was about to float into the air when he discovered that his power had also been temporarily sealed.
In this place, in some unknown time and space, he was just an ordinary level one mage.
Fortunately, the undead space within the body is still usable.
Yun Wei quickly took off his robe and put on the Alchemy City vest and work pants, which made him more agile, and then went around to find the sound.
When he finally reached the other side of the battlefield, he saw that his lover was covered in wounds.
The other person was leaning on a heavy sword in his hand, a large part of the blade of which was missing, and the height was like that of an ordinary walking stick.
Not far away, stood another humanoid figure with a sinister smile.
The other person's body was mostly hidden under a cloak, but the exposed skin had an unusually familiar metallic sheen.
Without a doubt, this is the Lord of Chaos who brazenly launched the invasion.
"Humans, submit to me." The Lord of Chaos, his eerie red eyes flashing, walked step by step toward Isaac. "You're not still waiting for your allies, are you? Ha, give up."
Isaac remained silent, his head bowed, obscuring his expression.
When he was about twenty steps away from his opponent, Maistak stopped and slowly rose into the air on tiptoe.
The several bulky monsters that followed behind also floated with their master, eventually slowly merging into his body.
Yun Wei recognized those things.
The Throat of Lightning, the Eye of Calamity, the Shoulder of the Hurricane, the Foot of the Boulder... all are chaotic creatures capable of infinite proliferation.
Maistak looked down at the tiny humans below, then suddenly curled his long lips into a smile, saying leisurely, "These past few days, a new divine fire has been ignited in the Pantheon, and it is a new god who originated from your continent of Zhuyuan."
The Chaos Lord, who was the first to merge with the Throat of Lightning, also had a voice that became an even more mysterious electric sound.
"What was his name again? Let me think... Oh, that Radiant Lord, it seems to be called—"
"Dilis".
His red eyes, burning with evil light, suddenly widened, and a rampant laugh filled the entire space. "That seems to be his name, human. Do you know him?"
"Impossible!" Isaac suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Yun Wei quickly warned, "Be careful!"
Before the Chaos Lord could fully integrate those strange creatures, he had already launched an attack.
Like a ravenous carrion vulture, it swooped down on Isaac, who stood frozen in place.
Fortunately, with Yun Wei's reminder, Isaac came to his senses in time.
He abandoned his sword and fled, leaping away to avoid the deadly sneak attack.
He glanced at the strangely dressed Eastern man who had appeared at the edge of the battlefield at some point, and said indifferently, "Thank you."
With just that one look, Yun Wei understood that the other party was Isaac from eight hundred years ago.
That was Isaac, the genius swordsman, before he fell in love with himself.
Seeing that the other party was empty-handed and was still looking around at the surrounding area, he took out the mithril sword from his spatial storage without thinking.
After imbuing it with the power of wind, he threw it at the other person with all his might, shouting, "Catch!"
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure.
He caught a glimpse of a rapidly approaching dark shadow in his peripheral vision, and in an instant, he heard the buzzing sound of metal clashing.
The scattered shockwaves stirred up arcs of dust. When the dust settled, Isaac was already standing beside him, holding the mithril greatsword he had just thrown.
"Hey, don't get distracted! Your opponent is me." That's what the Chaos Lord said to the one who launched the sneak attack.
Yun Wei didn't delay; he quickly withdrew from the fighting area and ran towards the nearest cover.
Upon hearing the sound of the mysterious figure leaving, the warrior, who was striking what he thought was a very cool pose, couldn't help but freeze in shock.
Ha, what's going on?
Shouldn't they thank me loudly at a time like this?
He just slipped away like that, leaving his hastily prepared lines completely useless.
Isaac shook his head helplessly.
His gaze fell precisely on the inscription at the base of the sword blade. On the dim, blood-red battlefield, the silver-blue patterns quietly emitted a gleaming, cold light.
He couldn't understand the first half of the sentence, but he did see his own name.
No wonder this sword is so easy to use.
He couldn't help but think of a family legend, which said that when his ancestor Aragorn Temubronch was feeling down, he met Copan, the god of sleep, who gave him a sword.
It was with that divine weapon, capable of cutting through iron like mud, that the mighty Aragorn defeated the tyrant on the Holy Night, and the continent of the Dimensions ushered in a glorious dawn.
He suddenly realized, "So, I too am one of those chosen by destiny."
Thinking of this, a surge of powerful fighting spirit suddenly flowed into the sword, repelling the enemy who was closing in.
Listening to the pleasant hum of the sword, the fatigue from months of fierce fighting faded away considerably. It turned out that the excess light elements flowed upstream along the sword, rapidly repairing the hidden injuries within his body.
"What a magnificent weapon!" Isaac exclaimed involuntarily, his eyes burning with fervor as he gazed at the sword in his hand. "From this day forward, you shall be 'my love'."
For a swordsman, a good weapon is far more important than his life.
That is the external continuation of their lives!
Countless people spend their entire lives searching for a spiritual weapon that resonates with their hearts, only to die with regret.
How fortunate he was! Not long after he ascended to the title of Sword Saint, he found a sword that suited his heart perfectly.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the bewildered-looking Maxdark beside him.
"Let Him be the sacrificial offering to my sword, my beloved. Stand beside me, and drink the blood of the gods!" he declared solemnly, then brandished his sword and charged forward, charging at the arrogant Lord of Chaos.
Hiding in a corner of the battlefield, Yun Wei witnessed the entire scene.
His expression was complicated, a mixture of laughter and tears.
Although he had indeed been curious about what Isaac looked like before the upheaval eight hundred years ago, he never expected him to be like this...
Full of energy, but also a bit of a goofball.
In this way, his orientation was hit completely and accurately.
It crushed and rolled back and forth fiercely.
But then, a deep, persistent pain welled up in his heart, like the lingering aftertaste of alcohol—bitter and intoxicating.
Because the Isaac he encountered did not meet him, the one who came to present the sword.
The opponent will be severely injured in the previous sneak attack, and in a near-death situation, they will launch a desperate counterattack, and ultimately be cursed by the Lord of Chaos.
Despite having single-handedly saved the Zhuyuan Continent, the other party, after their hard-won victory, was betrayed and misunderstood, and was sealed alive in a dark coffin by their former friend who had broken their promise.
He may appreciate the qualities that the other person has gained after going through trials and tribulations, but he absolutely does not approve of suffering itself.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing here, stubbornly resisting the high and mighty instigator known as 'fate'.
Yes, and that damn curse too.
Remembering the purpose of his visit, Yun Wei regained his composure and stared intently at the center of the battlefield.
...
Isaac became even more courageous as the battle progressed.
He himself found this incredible.
For the first time, he could so freely unleash the power within him, without worrying at all whether his weapons would explode from the strain of his strength.
Only heaven knows how much he longed for such a thrilling battle.
So much so that he intentionally overlooked Masdaq's oversights on several occasions.
Until he vaguely heard the mysterious person hiding in the corner of the field making a yawn of utter boredom.
As a top-tier warrior, his hearing is undoubtedly superb.
Although he was still puzzled as to why the other person was still waiting there—
Surely they wouldn't take the sword back from his hand.
He couldn't help but feel uneasy; surely the other party wouldn't be that cruel?
Please, his name is engraved on it!
Even the inscription on it coincides with the name he couldn't help but use!
meus Amor, how beautiful, how melodious—
His love was both armor and weapon.
Although reluctant, he still gripped the sword hilt tightly, quietly waiting for his opponent's next opening.
Even in an era when chivalry was no longer encouraged, he still considered himself a knight and adhered to the ancient commandments of the Eight Virtues.
He cannot just indulge his own interests and keep others waiting unnecessarily.
As Maystark grew increasingly agitated, he was now riddled with weaknesses. While his enormous biological structure granted him immense strength, it also made him incredibly cumbersome.
In the next swift movement, he successfully decapitated his opponent.
The light spots on the sword flickered, absorbing the divine blood that was evaporating into the void. At that moment, time strangely stopped.
Isaac suddenly became unable to move.
Before him, Mastark's fallen head remained suspended in mid-air, its eerie grin frozen in place.
Only then did he realize that, in the final moments, the other person's ugly, narrow fingertips were pointing at him.
The only unusual fluctuation in the entire space was at the fingertips of the other person.
Blood-red ripples erupted from the void, and a crimson dagger slowly materialized from them, its tip pointing straight at his brow.
The crimson dagger was clearly an evil object, surrounded by a gloomy black mist.
Isaac struggled desperately, but to no avail.
In the realm of a god at the moment of death, he could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade drew ever closer to him.
All he could do was grip the hilt of his sword tightly.
However, he ultimately failed to muster the necessary emotions.
A small hand appeared before him, easily grabbing the crimson blood blade.
Despite the bloodstained blade still struggling, it swayed left and right in resistance, attempting to escape the shackles of a first-level mage.
Isaac was about to speak up when he saw the other party throw the blood blade to the ground as roughly as if throwing a fish, and stomp on it twice viciously. He immediately shut up.
Actually, he couldn't make a sound in the first place.
Bloodblade finally quieted down, as did Isaac.
At that moment, time, which had been suspended in the space, finally resumed its flow, and the heavy head fell to the ground with a low, muffled thud.
His body fell to the ground, the kingdom of God collapsed and crumbled, and the once invincible Lord of Chaos gradually returned to the ether and turned to dust.
"Dilis did not betray you."
After leaving those words, Yun Wei put the unknown divine essence into his spatial storage and then turned to leave.
This is his first time participating in an "iteration," and he has already achieved his goal, so he shouldn't change the past too much.
Please wait another eight hundred years, my love, may you have sweet dreams.
Unexpectedly, a voice called out from behind, "Hey, wait a minute."
Yun Wei turned around and saw the other person changing clothes as if no one else was around. Even though he was already very familiar with this body, he couldn't help but look away. "What are you doing?"
Ha, they actually dared to call him "Hey".
“Nothing, I just think you look familiar.” Isaac casually shook his arm, straightened his pajamas, but then changed the subject, “But the way you look at me is just like the way my many suitors look at me.”
He moved closer to Yun Wei, his body heat making Yun Wei's face flush red. "My name is Isaac, what's yours?"
Wow, wow, you're so good at striking up conversations with people you've just met.
Yun Wei suddenly laughed, while Isaac was startled.
The other party seemed dissatisfied.
Even though it was the first time he had met the other person, he didn't know why, but he was able to easily understand the other person's emotions.
If he hadn't already possessed his beloved weapon, he might have even doubted whether he had fallen in love with this Eastern man at first sight.
He couldn't help but reflect on his performance just now.
Oh, what a clumsy and terrible opening.
Seriously, that's incredibly lame.
However, at that moment, a beam of white light suddenly fell from the sky.
Yun Wei knew that it was time for Dilis to make his appearance.
Without any explanation, the other party will seal the man in front of them directly in a coffin called "Immortal".
The timeline should be moved forward.
He looked at the nervous man in front of him with a half-smile, but in the end, he softened.
"I'll return the sword to you for now. As for the rest, let's save it for when we meet again."
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