Chapter 350
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Chapter 350: The Union of Heaven and Earth
Bai Yan sat silently inside the Babel Tower, sipping his cola as he watched the events unfold within the Temple of Dark Light. Despite the combined strength of two Babel Tower members, the Scarlet Moon and Alan, they still couldn’t defeat the formidable “Evil Spirit.”
However, stalling him wasn’t difficult.
Fortunately, time was on the Babel Tower’s side. The “Son of God,” Amicio, had obtained a Civilization-level Relic and decided to help the Dead Silence hold out for just three minutes.
Meanwhile, Bai Yan had already sent a third operator to engage in the “Decisive Battle” phase, tasked with handling the Ritual of Tranquility. While this operator’s strength was relatively weak, they had a better chance in that battle than here.
“Is she supposed to be coming?” Bai Yan thought. Having already completed the game, he knew how the “game storyline” would unfold. So, even as they saw two Babel Tower members plummet to the absolute bottom, he remained unruffled.
Soon, a silver-haired knight dressed in black armor appeared, drastically shifting the battlefield’s dynamic.
“How can it be you…” Her face reflected a mixture of disbelief, sorrow, and anger.
The knight was none other than Christine, the most talented Knight of the Divine Blade, known as the “Silver Sword”—Dark Light’s prodigious warrior. She was also the granddaughter of the Evil Spirit, Elia.
“Elia!” Christine shouted angrily, not calling him “grandpa” but addressing him by his name, her fury apparent.
“Why did you betray us?”
Her emotions were overwhelming. With silver-glowing sword in hand, she looked furious, her heart brimming with rage.
“Whether it’s me, Chris the teacher, or my parents… we always looked up to you as a role model!” she continued. “If it weren’t for your influence, neither Chris nor I would have come this far! Even my parents… my parents would have disappeared. We’re all proud of having walked this path because of you.”
She paused, recalling how Elia had once tried to thwart the Outer God’s plot, even willing to sacrifice himself.
The old man interrupted her. “That’s exactly why I need to correct my mistakes now!”
Christine stood frozen, unable to comprehend what Elia was saying.
“Your parents didn’t choose to become Knights of the Divine Blade willingly,” the Evil Spirit said, his voice filled with painful truth. “They didn’t want to battle enemies every day. They wanted a comfortable life. But they became knights under my coercion.”
Christine was struck with disbelief, recalling her childhood memories of her strict grandfather. It made sense now—her parents had never truly been happy during their missions.
“Your parents are dead,” Elia howled, his voice raw with anguish. “They’ve become the Demon Lord’s playthings, lost to this world forever. Their souls will suffer for countless years.”
His voice trembled with sorrow, sadness, and helplessness.
“I can’t keep being stubborn!” he cried. “I can’t let you go down this path, Christine!”
Christine had always held onto a small hope about her parents’ fate, but hearing her grandfather’s roar shattered it.
“I see now,” she whispered, feeling her heart sink.
The white-armored relic of civilization seemed to have a calming effect on Elia. His voice softened. “Life is but a brief phase for the soul. We encounter suffering, but peace in death is the ultimate reward.”
His beliefs aligned with those of Dead Silence, and he desperately urged Christine, “Help me! This is the path people should walk.”
Christine, however, remained resolute. She swung her sword, cutting through the air.
“You’ve never changed,” she said, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and defiance. “You’ve always been so stubborn. You controlled my parents’ lives and now you want to control mine.”
The Evil Spirit, no longer defending himself, muttered, “After you die, you’ll understand.”
Even with three of them working together, they could barely match the “Evil Spirit” in battle.
“You dare be distracted during our fight?” The Scarlet Moon, now clad in a new attire—a magnificent evening gown with black and red hues, her ears adorned with exquisite black diamond earrings—was enraged.
She unleashed a torrent of magical flames, reaching a new level of power as she attacked the Evil Spirit. Her strikes sent shockwaves through the battlefield, coloring the sky.
Her magic expanded uncontrollably, growing stronger with each passing moment.
The Evil Spirit was forced to deal with “Mysterious Magic” and the “Silver Sword.” Despite his strength, he began to falter. With each strike, he increased the distance between himself and the Scarlet Moon, but this gap was narrowing rapidly.
Finally, Christine’s powerful strike sent the Evil Spirit flying out of the first city district.
“Let him escape,” she said calmly. “We can’t catch up. Once we leave this district, we’ll be lost in the chaos.”
The Scarlet Moon eyed Christine, sensing the knight may have intentionally let him go. But she remained silent, giving a cold snort.
Alan, however, spoke up. “No need to chase him. He’ll return. We’re on the defensive.”
The Evil Spirit’s time was running out. Amicio’s agreement to stall for three minutes was almost up.
“Silence” still battled the Ruin-level Relic and the Incarnation of Dark Light, but the outcome was still uncertain.
As the time ticked away, the Evil Spirit seemed to vanish.
“Is it over?” Christine murmured, gazing at her grandfather as he was knocked away.
She hoped that, perhaps, the stubborn old man had finally given up. She didn’t want to lose her only remaining family.
But deep down, she knew that choices were scarce in this world.
Fifteen seconds left.
Christine breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like her grandfather had given up.
Then, without warning, an oppressive force descended upon them.
Christine’s face turned pale.
The white-armored knight, who had been knocked out earlier, returned, glowing faintly blue—burning souls.
When an extraordinary being dies, their soul enters a special dimension for the deceased. These souls linger, lost and confused, unable to be reborn. But if their soul is burned, it vanishes into nothingness.
The Evil Spirit, standing tall, began burning his own soul. His resolve was unwavering.
Christine, stunned, watched in confusion. “No! Why is this happening?”
But the Evil Spirit, with unwavering determination, burned his soul without hesitation. His goal was clear, and nothing could stop him.
“No matter what, I will succeed!” he vowed.
The Evil Spirit’s power surged,
becoming an overwhelming
force.
With a step forward, the
atmosphere shifted. Everyone
felt an intense pressure as if it
could crush them.
Despite everything, the Scarlet
Moon stood her ground, her
eyes blazing like fire. The sky
above them turned a brilliant
red as she pressed forward.
The Evil Spirit, seemingly calm,
reached out a hand. In his
palm, he held a peculiar little
stone. It was no bigger than a
peanut.
Then, with tremendous effort,
he hurled the stone forward.
To everyone’s surprise, the
stone grew rapidly, expanding
larger and larger.
In moments, the stone had
become massive, blocking the
sky.
With a roar, the Evil Spirit—now
burning his soul—exerted all
his strength, bringing an entire
“shrunken” district crashing
down.
Christine and Alan turned pale,
instinctively wanting to flee.
People in Annottales
witnessed this and fell to their
knees, praying in fear. The
heavens and the earth seemed
to merge, and everything was
on the brink of destruction.
“Great!” the Scarlet Moon
roared, unwilling to back down
despite the impending
collapse. She was willing to
sacrifice everything—her soul,
her life—to face this final
challenge.
But fate was not hers to
control. Before she could
make another move, Bai Yan
took full control of her body.
Even her soul was no longer
hers to command.
The Evil Spirit, now
rejuvenated, closed the gap
and appeared right in front of
the Scarlet Moon. His hand
reached out, attempting to
shrink her with a single
motion.
Suddenly, everything froze. The
entire world turned deep blue,
and time stood still.
A man in a black robe
appeared, stepping through
the frozen moment.
“Let’s finish this,” he said.
