Chapter 289
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Chapter 289: The Final Battle!
Tatsumi City, Haiming District.
The battle was nearing its end.
The fierce conflict between the four and the two had come to a swift conclusion.
The Haiming District, once a thriving area, was now reduced to rubble, ravaged by the intense forces at play. It had almost vanished entirely.
Justice stood staring at the somber sky, her beautiful blue eyes unmoving, her gaze locked on something far away for what felt like an eternity.
This was all that remained of her head.
Elsewhere, the dismembered body of the elven woman lay in pieces, scattered across the battlefield.
The towering Power, a white lion-esque Orc, was drenched in blood, his body riddled with brutal, gaping wounds. Each of these injuries, in any normal circumstance, would have been fatal. Yet, he still lived, gasping for air, refusing to succumb.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The sound of his heartbeat echoed like the roar of thunder in the air.
Cruelty and Star were nowhere to be found, vanishing as if swept away by a terrifying force.
On the ground, Timidity, half angel, half abyss, knelt in fear, clutching his head, trembling violently.
Death stood nearby, unharmed and observing him with quiet vigilance.
“Your power is very strong,” Death said, yet made no move to strike.
In a way, Timidity presented a greater challenge than that insect-like creature. But as long as he didn’t attack first, there was little threat.
Death looked toward the shattered form of Justice, who was his sister. A calm expression marked his face as he observed her fall.
“Perhaps… this time, death will help you be less impulsive,” he mused.
Power remained silent for a moment, then spoke, his voice deep and solemn. “Let it end here. We cannot defeat him. Continuing this fight is meaningless.”
Death nodded, surprised by Power’s decision to stop.
“I didn’t expect you to choose to stop voluntarily.”
The white lion’s face grew even more serious. “I’m not a battle enthusiast… It’s just that I feel an overwhelming sense of dread… haven’t your instincts sensed it?”
“Yes,” Death responded, sensing an ominous presence that threatened them all. “If we stay any longer, we will die.”
Timidity, who had been trembling, let out a shaky sigh of relief.
“Great… I don’t have to kill you… Ah! Ahh! Ahh!”
Suddenly, his relief turned to pure terror!
It was as if something far more horrifying was drawing near.
Both the white lion and Death looked to the sky in unison.
A massive, dark red lightning bolt cut through the air as Glofield, the Warlord of the Apocalypse Legion, the Chosen for Eternity, appeared, his presence overwhelming and god-like.
“He is the one we are looking for!” Power’s eyes lit up with fiery battle spirit. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the surrounding air, summoning the strength of his immense, otherworldly lungs.
In an instant, all his wounds began to heal, disappearing like they had never existed.
With a mighty crash, he stomped the ground, sending tremors for miles around.
Then, with a leap that shook the heavens, he summoned the powers of wind, thunder, water, and fire. A furious barrage of elements rocketed toward Glofield.
From the age of eight, Power had battled fiercely in the Otherworlds. He had fought thousands upon thousands of enemies, earning his place as one of the most fearsome warriors among the Air Alliance orcs.
Defeat had always eluded him—until now. The white lion had never truly known failure.
In terms of sheer strength, no one in the Imperial Guards could match his raw power.
But Glofield remained indifferent.
The ancient demon lord summoned black and red lightning into his hands, radiating an evil energy unlike anything the world had seen. He hurled it toward Power, striking him with unrelenting force.
This was Glofield’s power, enhanced by revelation: Deep Crimson End.
It was one of the deadliest forms of lightning in the multiverse. The moment it touched, death was certain.
As the black and red lightning collided with the white lion’s powerful form, it surged through his body, tearing apart his defenses and overpowering his strength. Despite his endurance, Power could do nothing but watch as his body disintegrated under the onslaught.
On the brink of collapse, Power was saved only by Death’s intervention.
With a swift motion, Death extended his hand, unleashing a darkness darker than night toward Glofield.
At the same time, he withdrew a relic—The Dream Feather, a Civilization-level artifact. With a gentle wave, it healed Power’s shattered form as if everything had been a fleeting dream.
“Stay alive,” Death’s command was cold, indifferent.
The wounds disappeared, and Power’s body returned to normal.
But then, something unexpected happened.
A surge of crimson lightning erupted within the white lion’s body once again, a force too strong to resist. His mighty form was torn apart in an instant, exploding in a gruesome eruption of blood and flesh.
“Ahhhh!”
Power’s agonizing roar echoed through the sky.
Death fell silent, his expression unreadable.
Glofield’s voice echoed through the battlefield, cold and merciless.
[In this world, which is the “bottom” and foundation of a diverse universe… when all relics fall here, the end will come.]
The end…
Death listened, his gaze unwavering.
“I require your souls,” Glofield’s voice rang out.
“Perish here, for all belongs to me.”
In that moment, Power’s soul began to rise from his body, glowing softly with a pale blue light, drifting toward Glofield.
Just as it was about to be claimed, Death shouted, “Stop!”
For Death, the loss of the white lion’s life was secondary. But to lose his soul would have unimaginable consequences.
Then, in a flash, Star, who had been missing, appeared out of nowhere. His black robe billowed as he swung a fabric like a galaxy, enveloping Power’s soul and Death in its dark embrace.
Glofield’s lightning struck, tearing through the fabric. But when the storm settled, both Star and Death, along with the soul of Power, had vanished without a trace.
Glofield slowly turned, his eyes settling on Timidity, who remained motionless.
[Do the members of ‘The Tower’ still seek the true ‘Tower’? What connection do you have with Babel Tower?]
Timidity remained still, too terrified to move.
Glofield mused, sensing something strange about the boy’s presence.
[This body is but a clone… utterly useless to me.]
Timidity collapsed as Glofield approached, his fear overwhelming.
Before he could react, Glofield vanished, leaving only silence.
Haiming District, Arrival Ceremony Site.
Alan blinked, sensing an overwhelming presence.
It was him! He came back!
Alan’s eyes widened as he gazed at the towering figure in the sky.
Glofield, the ancient demon lord, floated effortlessly, his power far surpassing even the Legion of Annihilation. No matter what, as long as the Chosen for Eternity remained standing, all problems would be insurmountable.
[The Trustworthy One.]
[I shall grant you death, as promised.]
[Offer up your soul to me.]
Glofield’s voice was devoid of emotion, pure evil filling the air.
With a slow raise of his hand, he gathered a terrifying amount of power. Black and red lightning danced between his fingers, building toward an earth-shattering climax.
Alan took a deep breath, accepting his fate. He didn’t close his eyes, instead preparing for what was to come.
The Fire that Burns Everything!
He unleashed his final stand, black flames surging from his body.
But the flames were stopped by an invisible barrier around Glofield, unable to touch him.
The lightning fell, crashing into the ground with unstoppable force, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.
Glofield’s cold eyes remained fixed on the scene, watching it unfold with detached interest.
Babel Tower.
[What are you?]
Alan’s position had shifted without his awareness. He barely avoided the attack, finding himself surrounded by the members of Babel Tower.
The calm Nightsaber, the lazy Queen of the Scarlet Moon, the alert Psychic Dancer, the composed Cybertyrant, the fearful Slime, and the smiling Mr. Profligate—all gathered around him.
Bai Yan, with a confident smile, addressed Alan, “We arrived just in time, Mysterious Magic… Thank you.”
Alan nodded solemnly, but Bai Yan continued to smile, undeterred by the immense power before them.
“The thing is, once I defeat you, Babel Tower will save the world.”
Glofield turned his gaze to Bai Yan, sensing something deeper.
[Babel Tower… What is its true
connection to the ‘tower’? Why
do you possess that ancient
covenant?]
[Are the members of the tower
truly searching for you?]
With a sudden realization, Bai
Yan knew that the “three
requests” would hold power
against Glofield.
Glofield’s chilling voice echoed
again.
[In the grand catastrophe of
the multiverse, the most
wicked entity, the god of the
‘tower’ faith… is it also your
belief?]
Bai Yan’s eyes darkened as a
mist of power—Connection—
swirled within. It was clear
Babel Tower and the “Tower”
were deeply intertwined.
However, the battle ahead was
paramount. Defeating the
ancient demon was all that
mattered.
Just then, Bai Yan’s eyes
widened, and a deep, cold fury
surged within him.
He could feel the cries of
countless souls within
Glofield’s body—souls trapped
in endless torment, unable to
escape.
Among them, familiar faces—
Holly, Adelaide, Rien—the Night
Watchers, their souls writhing
in pain.
Anger consumed Bai Yan as he
finally snapped.
“Monster!” he roared.
He unleashed the remaining
hidden cards, calling upon the
Dust of the Past.
With cold command, he
ordered, “This is my second
request… I command you! Kill
yourself!”
“And thus, it crumbled… into
dust. Never to be restored…
until the end of the universe!”
