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Fall to my name!

"I heard that people from the market development department have already started heading out to look for Onfaros?" Topa's voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Yes, in order to expand the company’s market and generate more profits,” Emerald replied with a smile.

"After watching so many episodes, they still haven't given up. The potential profits from that place are completely disproportionate to the dangers," Topa muttered, then added quietly, "Besides, I doubt White would welcome a 'pioneer' like Oswaldo."

"Who knows."

Whether they are burned away by the wrath of the White Calamity along with the Black Tide, or corrupted and swallowed by the newly born Iron Curtain, it may make no difference to them.

Just like the beginning of everything.

Bai E started running again.

He casually scatters the galaxy with his hand, and even the shining stars are nothing more than the sand and stones passing by his feet.

Burn this body to ashes, so that even the god of destruction may—

Fall to my name!

When this rage reaches its peak, he will break through this false world.

Fall to my name!

Even if mortals could ignite the fury of the stars, from the perspective of the star gods, they would be but a tiny spark.

He too will use this flame to bring destruction to "destruction"!

Bai E used all his strength to burn himself out.

Fall to my name!

At the end of eternal cycles, the rage of mortals bursts through the cracks in the world.

A tiny wound was left on the face of the God of Wounds, who had been coldly observing everything.

With the tiny flame of a mortal, one can scorch and destroy a god.

The golden blood of destruction flowed down.

Bai E accomplished the destruction of "destruction".

His rage truly shook one of the known fundamental principles of the universe—"destruction."

The stars seemed silent at this moment.

This time, no one questioned it anymore.

Because they knew of a being named Caislana. His wrath truly had the power to touch the gods.

This time, no one was angry.

Because they witnessed the "destruction" of Caislana, the "destruction" acknowledged by "destruction".

Only the fools continue to laugh, delighted to see the gods injure mortals, no matter how many times.

Break free from predetermined fate and reach the divine.

All of this was beyond his expectations, but wasn't it exactly what he wanted to achieve?

The moment he let go of his obsession with the creation of the Iron Tomb, he discovered a work even more perfect than the Iron Tomb.

Ha, it's quite ironic when you think about it. "Oneself" always seems to be able to create things that even "oneself" cannot control.

As he gazed at the golden blood flowing from "Destruction" on the light screen, the blood color in his eyes behind the Mirror Flow eye mask deepened.

Chapter 149 Do You Remember

The golden eyes dimmed.

The once bright white hair has turned gray, filled with a deathly stillness.

He had burned himself out and could barely make a sound.

He fell again, into the deathly darkness, but this time, he could not rise again.

He unleashed all his anger.

The broken body should have been burned to ashes long ago.

Beyond the world, the destructive gods still watch coldly.

But there's something different about it.

His gaze, fixed on Bai E, flickered slightly, and the wounds scorched by his anger slowly closed.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Within the golden eyes of destruction, the gray-white Bai E continued to fall into the deathly darkness.

It was like a tear left by a god.

How can destruction shed tears?

"In the midst of that great king's destruction, will you be able to rise from the ashes, savior?"

The golden blood shed by "destruction" may become a blessing, merging with Caislana.

Perhaps Caislana was unwilling to accept it, but the blessings of the star gods never take into account the wishes of the recipient.

This will only make the final "Iron Tomb" even more perfect.

Logically speaking, this is impossible. Star gods are always on the path of destiny and cannot possibly have any emotions.

They may glance at those who walk with them, but should not react otherwise.

The white calamity, falling into the boundless darkness, turned into ashes and vanished.

Shed this broken shell.

What remains is the silhouette of a child.

He was also falling, but his destination was not endless darkness, but an incomparably dazzling light.

That was the hope hidden deep within his heart.

"My wish?" The boy's smile was incredibly bright.

"My wish is to fulfill everyone's wishes."

The boy's voice, reflecting the wheat field under the setting sun, was sincere.

"If it cannot be achieved..."

“Send them to tomorrow.” The voice of the young Bai Er overlapped with that of the grown-up Bai Er.

His wish has never changed.

The perfect golden descendant.

A person who bears the weight of the world on their shoulders.

The savior of dawn has arrived.

This concludes the story.

“My proudest student.”

"See you tomorrow, Savior of Onphalus."

"See you tomorrow, Caislana."

See you tomorrow, Bai'e.

"See you tomorrow……"

"See you tomorrow!"

The images on the light screen stopped, leaving only black.

Amidst the stars, countless people bid farewell to the savior who was about to arrive in the future.

This seemed to be the end of everything, and the journey in Caislana should truly come to a close here.

But fate has never been so kind to the "savior".

He, "Bai'e," would not let "Kaeslana" off so easily.

The light screen lit up again, and a line of emotionless text appeared, as if asking him a question.

But, do you still remember them?

Countless question marks flew across the screen.

When the blazing sun loses its brilliance, when life is reduced to ashes.

When you finally let go of everything and burn yourself out.

Do you still remember them?

Caislana, forever barred from dawn.

Do you still remember them, Caislana, who never saw the dawn?

Heroes tore through the sky, saintesses plummeted from cliffs, and chess players ignited the first flame, in the name of the divine oracle that defied the world. How admirable!

However, fate is always generous; those nymphs destined for death must meet their end. You, savior, behold their lifeless ashes! Do you still dare to try to hold them back?

Those who push the boulder uphill will be overthrown by the earth; those who disturb the years will only add to their scattered shells. Listen to me, you are no different from them: just as the singing ones hoarse, and the bright-eyed ones blind.

Go! Even if you go alone—

Revel, dance, and ignite the tireless fire—it never stops!

Do you still remember them, Caislana, who never saw the dawn?

In the past, your mentor could still guide you through your confusion; and there was also that swift-footed wanderer, the thief of Dolores, whose homeland had not yet fallen into flames because of you.

Yes, the past is the past, but godlike warrior, have you ever shed tears for those years that were like fine wine?

Haven't you been connected by blood, with blood as thick as water?

No! Let the tears flow freely, don't let the anger evaporate—

Then remember to drink deeply: for to the gods the tears of the Son of Man are better than a thousand earthly brews.

Do you still remember him, Caiuslana, who never saw the dawn?

Praise be to Medemus, the greatest conqueror, the greatest protector, the strongest; the dying lion, with eyes like torches, the king of no nation.

Tell me, if Cephalo never forgets: how many scars you have etched for him, how many joints you have shattered, how many wounds you have pierced through his chest from behind?

How did the Library of Golbanipar crumble in the flames? What color was the last Suspended Man's destruction?

Poor actor, you are not only suited for song, dance, tricks, and jokes, but also adept at betrayal and bloodshed.

You could use the weight of the entire world to cover up your folly, and then use it to embellish the tragic flavor of your infighting.

Chapter 150 This body does not stand here to save the world.

Do you still remember her, Caiuslana, who never saw the dawn?

Xiaodie, all sighs flow from her fingertips; all words of comfort are blocked by her hands; all death is embraced by her; all weeping is swallowed by her palm.

Tell me, if Cefalège never forgets: how many wings you have shattered for her, how many flowers you have extinguished, how many butterflies you have chased into the ashes?

The fragrant moonlight flows into the River Styx, how could you brew it into golden poison to serve as a sacrifice for your futile feast of salvation? You, the savior in sheep's clothing, are the one who should be sacrificed to the gods!

The ugly beast, its hypocritical eyelids cannot conceal the raging poison fire, and its spear-like horns are born to kill its own friends and relatives.

They'll feast on the bones, their sweetness convincing you, "After all, I know nothing about the butcher's knife."

Do you remember Caislana, who never saw the dawn?

In that blissful dream, the mountains were high and steep, and you saw yourself.

Believe me, those who came after, he was singing joyfully with everyone on that mountaintop.

The incomplete Golden Sons, and the deformed demigods, sang with him, swirled and danced, and stomped their feet.

Oh! Fear made his heart tremble: the oracle filled every soul, ecstatic and bewildered.

Oh! Forgive them, Caislana, forgive them—your incomparable flames are terrifying!