Chapter 544
by post_apiChapter 544: The End of the Doomsday Crisis
Falling!
One of the Rainbows, an ancient god who had held divinity for hundreds of thousands of years—the Steel Throne—had fallen!
In an instant, sorrow surged across the heavens and the earth. All of Noah’s community heard the mournful cry of the world itself.
A profound sadness gripped the hearts of all.
Countless people wept bitterly, their anguish uncontainable. Only those at the Apocalypse level stood unaffected, their minds impervious to such overwhelming emotions.
Maryse stood frozen.
Her mind was blank, struggling to comprehend what had just transpired.
The recent battle had been incomprehensible, a collision of forces far beyond her reach. Though a demigoddess herself, the sheer horror of the event had left her paralyzed.
“I… Did we win?”
Maryse’s voice trembled as she stammered, her wide eyes reflecting disbelief. But her question found no response. Those around her remained silent, their faces a mix of exhaustion and awe.
Then, something extraordinary happened before her eyes.
Mu Ling.
The majestic Goddess of the Night, revered and untouchable, dropped gracefully to one knee.
She knelt without hesitation before the silent elder, Profligate, who stood motionless, shrouded in quiet authority.
“Mu Ling…”
Maryse’s breath hitched, her mind reeling.
Why?
Could it be…?
In that moment, clarity dawned upon Maryse. She understood truths that had been hidden.
Mu Ling, the proud goddess, would only kneel to one person.
“I did it!”
Elsewhere, Anomalous Star was brimming with laughter.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the old deity felt the spark of joy. Since ascending to godhood, happiness had become a rarity—buried beneath the weight of endless knowledge and ceaseless worry.
But the Babel Tower had succeeded!
They had brought down a true deity—The Steel Throne!
“First came the Heart of Radiance, now the Steel Throne,” Anomalous Star murmured.
One by one, the mighty gods fell. A shadow of unease crossed his face. “One day, it might be me.”
Though triumphant, Anomalous Star couldn’t suppress a pang of sorrow for the fallen Steel Throne. Before ascending to godhood, he had deeply admired the Steel Throne—the deity who had ignited civilization within a barren and desolate Noah.
But excessive ambition, blind to the costs, had led to the Steel Throne’s downfall.
“Gods are no exception,” Anomalous Star mused.
The Crimson Sovereign
For a long time, Crimson Sovereign stood in silence, gazing at the distant land of fallen stars. No one knew her thoughts. Finally, she spoke.
“The Steel Throne hasn’t truly died… merely fallen. Perhaps one day, it will rise again. But I seek to go further.”
Her words hung heavy in the air, but Anomalous Star shook his head, a faint disapproval in his voice.
“To let the Black Abyss Deep Sea swallow us will bring no better end. You’ve gone mad… Or perhaps you’ve simply become unfathomable.”
Crimson Sovereign fell into quiet reflection.
How could one explain the
paradox of Noah’s people?
They longed for peace and
kindness, yet their wars and
despair had given rise to her—
a being of endless red mist,
forged from pain and
destruction.
As the Steel Throne fell, the red
mist of war and despair
thickened, growing stronger.
The power of the Anomalous
Star began to wane, but he
faced it all without fear.
With a calm, knowing smile, he
muttered, “He should be
coming soon.”
Just then, two immense forces
of darkness emerged.
“Crimson Sovereign, you have
lost.”
The words came from Bai Yan,
his voice carrying across
thousands of miles. Both he
and Mu Ling had arrived, their
presence turning the tide.
“You’re even able to share
divine power…” Crimson
Sovereign murmured, her voice
betraying no fear. “Truly
worthy of being the
reincarnation of the
Connector.”
She didn’t resist. Instead, a
faint smile touched her lips.
“So, you intend to kill me?”
Her tone held no bitterness—
only relief. For her, the god’s
“fall” was not permanent. It
was a respite, a temporary
freedom from the torment of
the crimson mist.
But Bai Yan’s laughter was
cold and unwavering.
“No… Wishing for death is too
simple.”
Between the Dark Lights
The battle raged on, as one
Dark Light wielded the power
of the Divine Executor while
another, maddened yet
formidable, unleashed
corruption gifted by the Outer
Gods.
Even as the Steel Throne fell,
the Savior of Dark Light
remained confident, though
sorrow and anger lingered in
his voice.
“Farewell, old friend…”
Before betrayal, the Steel
Throne and Heart of Radiance
had been like family to him—
almost parental figures.
But now, alliances had shifted.
As the Savior of Dark Light
activated his trump card, a
hidden power stirred beneath
Annottales.
A portal to another world
opened, and through it came a
voice:
“Is it finally my turn?”
It was the God of Wind, an
ancient deity from another
world.
Invisible breezes swept
through the battlefield,
carrying immense power—an
otherworldly force that would
forever alter the course of
events.
And in that moment, the Savior
of Dark Light began his
rebirth.
“It’s time,” he whispered, “to
seize the Vessel of God and
reclaim what is mine.”
The saga was far from over.