Chapter 352
by fanqienovelChapter 352: The Battle Between Truth and Falsehood
"Citizens!"
"Awaken!"
"Fight!"
Saraph’s cry reverberated through the soul of every "Resurrector."
"Remember!"
"We stand as masters, never servants!"
This had always been the Saraph people’s creed. Three millennia ago, the Chaos Council promised them positions as chaos servants among demons if they renounced their Will of the World – offering survival at the cost of allegiance.
Yet the Saraph people, having forged an awe-inspiring civilization, roared their declaration to the visiting Chaos Demon God: "We stand as masters, never servants!" with unyielding pride.
Even when nine in ten perished, their memories fractured, buried beneath the Primal Mud to become metal coffins in ancient tombs… they harbored no regrets.
If three thousand years of despair couldn’t break them,
then neither could present-day chaos strip away their nobility!
Even now, facing certain doom!
"Charge!"
"Hahaha! For our master’s reward!"
"Smash these tin coffins!"
Endless ether demons thrashed fish-like tails, surging forward.
The Chaos Council hadn’t been idle. Demon gods had remade lesser demons, grafting swift-swimming tails for the Ether Sea and armoring them with scale-covered hides to withstand its restoration force.
True, the metal coffins resisted the sea’s corrosion, but they were desperately outnumbered.
"Whoosh—!"
The Ether Sea choked under infinite demons!
They coalesced into a crimson tide, savagely pounding against isolated black reefs – grinding down those stubborn specks toward oblivion.
Individual units resisted annihilation longest.
The mighty ancient tomb battleships, however…
"Boom—!"
A cataclysmic explosion tore through the void.
The colossal ancient tomb battleship shattered into fiery debris, raining down toward the Primal Mud’s depths. Nearby floated three snapped-in-half Hell Battleships, still disintegrating, alongside five other crippled vessels.
Those coffin-shaped, angular ancient tomb battleships possessed formidable power. Yet encircled by the Chaos Council’s superior fleet, they fell swiftly. Their sole mercy: each warship formed by fusing thousands of small coffins together.
Shattered, they became legions of individual fighters.
Some even deliberately fragmented under Saraph’s command.
Yet all valor and strategy served only to postpone extinction.
Now, it seemed that even the goal of buying time could not be achieved.
Because…
“Boom—!”
“Boom—!”
“Boom—!”
The Sea of Ether suddenly rippled violently.
The demons retreated swiftly like a receding tide.
“Boom—!”
“Boom—!”
The rhythmic vibrations of the Ether Sea grew stronger and stronger. Clearly, a colossal creature was walking across the Sea of Ether, causing a terrifying tsunami that advanced toward the Saraph people’s positions.
With their enemies gone temporarily, the “metal coffins” that were fiercely resisting slowly lowered their weapons.
“Buzz—!”
A powerful demon god’s pressure fell upon them.
Normally, even the divine might of core councilors would not be enough to sway the brave Saraph people.
Their souls had endured countless tortures and trials over three thousand years of curses and nightmares. When they awakened, they were nourished by the “power of the Giant God.”
They feared no god!
But now, the flames of revenge in the Saraph people’s metal eye sockets flickered, like candles in the wind.
These tenacious warriors were trembling!
It wasn’t out of fear; instead, this divine might felt so familiar and warm, almost identical to the “Will of the World," which commanded them and declared that the Saraph people would never serve!
Soon, tempting words began.
“My people.”
“I am pleased.”
“After all these years, you remain so noble, so proud, and so unyielding!”
“But, times have changed!”
“Don’t believe that imposter’s words!”
“I, as Saraph, and in the name of Amon, core councilor of chaos, swear!”
“If you join chaos, you will be under my command, yet remain your own masters!”
“I am Amon, but I am also the true Saraph!”
“He brings you only destruction!”
“I bring you an endlessly bright future!”
…
These words were quite seductive.
Amon drew power from Saraph, and after separating from Saraph’s consciousness, he formed an independent Soul.
How should I put it…
It could be seen as Saraph’s "split," and he claimed to be Saraph, seemingly without issue.
Since they were both "Saraph," why would the Saraph people follow a bewildering "broken tree" that was just a wandering soul, instead of following him, a powerful core councilor of chaos?
"Yes!"
"What you pride yourself on is merely that the ‘citizens’ still follow you."
"Saraph is Saraph because of the belief of the Saraph people!"
"But what if the Saraph people abandon you?"
"What if they choose to follow me?"
Thinking of this, Amon’s emotions soared!
"A wandering soul and a powerful core councilor, even a fool knows whom to choose!"
"An idiot knows whom to believe in!"
"I have won!"
"I am the real deal!"
"You are the counterfeit!"
Amon confidently puffed out his chest.
As he kept approaching, he moved closer to the little tree where Saraph resided.
"No one can save you now!"
"Saraph!"
His mockery made Saraph furious beyond control.
"Shut up!"
"Dirty flesh!"
The "little tree" at the center of the Ruined World suddenly trembled, releasing bright light.
Saraph’s firm, resonant female voice echoed deep within the souls of the Saraph people and, through a special connection, struck Amon’s Soul!
"How narrow-minded to still be tangled up over who is the true Saraph."
"That doesn’t matter!"
"Whether it’s me or you, the real deal or the fake, it doesn’t matter!"
"Because, neither I, the failure, nor you, the flesh, are worthy of the belief of my noble citizens!"
"There is only one true being they believe in—the Giant God!"
At this point, Saraph’s voice grew even more resolute.
There was even a hint of fervor.
"Citizens!"
“Hold fast to your faith!”
“The Giant God granted us new life, so He would never abandon us!”
“Stand fast in your faith! Fight on!”
“The Giant God’s Redemption shall come!”
Yet Amon saw only delusion in Saraph’s rallying cries.
“Your so-called ‘protector’—that Giant God—stands no chance against two full-strength core councilors!”
“Much less with reinforcements from the Endless Ether!”
“Should He come, ’tis death!”
“So then… what?”
Amon’s divine sight suddenly caught a cluster of “Resurrectors”—remnants of the “ancient tomb battleship.” Swept afar by the ether flood after the battleship’s disintegration,
they’d washed up at Amon’s feet.
“Perfect. You first.”
“Kneel before your—”
“Buzz—!”
Amon’s smugness froze.
The Resurrectors raised disintegration cannons as one…
Green beams scorched his toes…
“Evil god!”
“You dare steal the power of valiant Saraph!”
“Such blasphemy!”
Thus spoke the Saraph people!
“Damn you—!”
“Rooooar—!”
Blinded by fury, Amon yearned to grind these Resurrectors to dust!
“Let’s see where your Giant God hides!”
The colossal deity lifted a foot, shifting his weight backward…
Then…
“Boom—!”
His back foot met empty air, sending his massive form crashing sideways.
Then…
“Roooaaar—!”
Agony lanced through his impaled thigh, wrenching a horrifying scream from him!