Chapter 382
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Chapter 382: Garfield, the Red-Haired Knight
Bai Yan had every reason to suspect that the various daily and weekly missions, activities, and different otherworldly realms within Babel Tower were somehow extraordinary.
Otherwise, how could it be such a remarkable coincidence that Kaluoer, whom she had sent out, encountered the divinity of the Light God?
As for why the Tylors could extract such powerful divine essence from the living beings of the Continent of Zeuo, Bai Yan had a theory based on the mythology found in the scriptures of the Heavenly God Church.
According to these scriptures, the Continent of Zeuo had once been a barren land, devoid of any life. After arriving in this place, the Light God willingly imbued a part of his divinity as a catalyst, bringing forth numerous souls and establishing the Cycle of Life and Death.
Theoretically, this meant that within all living beings, there existed a fragment of the Light God’s divinity. However, over time, these fragments had become so minuscule that they were nearly imperceptible, often going unnoticed.
But if all living beings were to merge, transforming from “countless” into “one,” this portion of divinity, once separated by the Light God, could be reclaimed.
It was clear that the Tylors sought this divinity. Furthermore, beyond this land, there likely wasn’t much of value that could incite greed in a powerful civilization like theirs.
Bai Yan speculated that the Light God had likely been a mighty and high-ranking deity before his fall, with formidable strength not to be underestimated.
The difference between ordinary deities and advanced deities was stark. The strongest advanced deities, with unimaginable power surpassing that of ordinary mortals, could even battle Outer Gods, wielding immense authority governed by universal laws.
Ordinary deities, however, lacked this capability. Advanced deities were rare in the vast multiverse, with only one-tenth as many advanced deities as ordinary ones. Some lower-level deities were nurtured by the advanced ones, becoming their subordinates, either willingly or by force.
In this context, the divine essence of the Light God now stood before Kaluoer. Its significance was undeniable. Yet, at this very moment, it was discovered so easily by the Babel Tower, ripe for the taking.
Bai Yan understood that the Babel Tower’s intervention in saving the Continent of Zeuo was likely driven by the Book of Babel. Perhaps saving the world was merely a side task, with the primary objective being the divine essence of a fallen deity.
Otherwise, everything would have been just a little too “coincidental.”
“It seems I must go there myself to absorb it through the concept of ‘Thousands of Ruins, Everything Is Used’,” Bai Yan thought.
Upon realizing the importance of the divine essence, Bai Yan also realized that the Tylors might eventually annihilate all life on the Continent of Zeuo. The Decaying Disaster was merely an accelerator, but the true despair was brought about by the relentless snowstorm.
With this in mind, Bai Yan turned the “camera” on his phone to observe the outcome of the battle in Aurora.
“Come on, Aurora. It’s time to show your strength and determination.”
At that very moment, in the outskirts of the holy city, crimson lightning flashed relentlessly. Aurora, leading a group of Sacred Heart Knights, rode on horseback, racing to the scene. She looked up at the heights.
On the cliff stood a red-haired knight named Garfield, his body and armor crackling with flashes of red lightning.
He looked like a divine being who had descended to the mortal realm, exuding an awe-inspiring presence as he cast a disdainful gaze upon all living things.
“I will become the king of Zeuo in the new era!” Garfield declared.
“Though this continent must obey the will of the Tylors, this sacrifice is necessary!”
Garfield raised his right hand, summoning a crimson lightning spear that crackled with power.
He threw it.
A streak of red lightning shot forward, its terrifying power igniting inspiration in the hearts of the knights. Aurora and her comrades immediately began their defense, and a massive surge of platinum light erupted from the ground.
“Boom!”
The crimson lightning spear slammed into the ground, creating a massive cloud of dust.
As the strongest knight, Garfield possessed powers equal to that of a Potential Apocalypse. He was undeniably a mighty warrior.
When the dust settled, Aurora and the knights remained unharmed. The divine essence of the Light God, hidden within them, had protected them.
If it hadn’t been for this divine essence, perhaps Aurora wouldn’t have been able to wield its power, even after the fall of the Light God. Without this “treasure” hidden within all living beings, the Tylors might never have unleashed the dreadful Decaying Disaster.
“My knights! For the Light God! For the people suffering from the Decaying Disaster! We must win this battle! We cannot be defeated!” Aurora shouted, rallying her forces.
She didn’t immediately attack, instead calling out to Garfield.
“Garfield!” she cried, her voice resolute.
“Your thoughts are completely wrong! The kind Light God protects us, giving us blessings and mercy. That’s why we believe and worship Him!”
“The Tylors are not kind! They seek to enslave us with evil intentions, treating us as mere pawns. We must fight against them until the end!”
Garfield stood tall, his voice filled with anger. “Be realistic, you deceived saint! The Tylors are a terrifying force we cannot defeat. Even if it means everyone perishes, will you still resist until the end?”
Aurora didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she found herself lost in thought.
If the Babel Tower didn’t exist, from a realistic standpoint, Garfield’s suggestion to surrender might actually be the “correct” choice. At least it would preserve some semblance of hope.
Without the Babel Tower, resisting the Tylors would lead to self-destruction, and her actions would bring about the complete annihilation of her people.
In that moment, Aurora recalled the countless hardships she had witnessed over the years—the suffering of the people caught in the Decaying Disaster. She remembered her initial resolve when she had first left the church.
In that moment, she found her answer.
“This is my choice!” Aurora declared, her face now filled with determination.
There was no trace of hesitation in her heart.
“Even if my resistance leads to the world’s downfall, and civilization crumbles, I still want to do this!”
“See for yourself!”
With unwavering resolve, Aurora mounted a Dragon Blood War Horse, and the power within her soul surged.
She led her knights, transforming into golden shooting stars, charging toward Garfield amidst the red thunder and lightning.
The two forces collided with an earth-shattering impact that resonated through the surrounding villages. Many people were knocked to the ground, and even the distant walls of the holy city trembled.
Countless spectators watched in awe at the golden and red rays of light emanating from outside the city. They didn’t know who was fighting, but they understood that now was the time to pray to the great and benevolent Light God.
Unbeknownst to them, the Light God had long since fallen.
The red thunder and golden light intertwined for what seemed like an eternity, until finally, the balance was broken.
“Boom!”
Aurora and her knights were sent flying, the force of the blast tearing through the cliffs and leaving a ravine in the ground.
“The power is strong, but it is being used clumsily. Strange… could it be that you’ve only recently become stronger?”
Garfield, the red-haired knight, appeared in mid-air, calm and composed.
He leapt down, his Blades of Thunder and Fire raised high, showing no mercy as he attacked the severely injured Aurora.
Aurora tumbled to the ground, her golden armor shattered, and her lance broken in her hand.
Her knights were gravely wounded, though none had died yet.
“Judgement!”
In that critical moment, Aurora reached out, unleashing her newly awakened extraordinary power.
The more severe the injuries, the stronger her counterattack became. This was her secret weapon, meant only for her.
A huge golden lance, like an illusion, suddenly appeared and pierced Garfield’s stomach in mid-air, stopping his deadly strike.
“Oh no!” Garfield gasped, blood spilling from his mouth.
His organs were crushed, and he fell to his knees, wounded beyond measure.
Aurora too, blood trickling from her lips, watched him, realizing he had no means of defense or recovery left. Her strike had been effective.
But just as she prepared to follow up, she saw something that shocked her.
Garfield rose to his feet, gazing coldly at the injured Sacred Heart Knights.
“I’ve fought for a hundred years, on the brink of death, endured countless hardships. How could you understand what it means to be a true knight?”
His determination exceeded Aurora’s imagination.
Even with his insides shattered, Garfield, the red-haired knight, was still capable of fighting.
“Dead!” he shouted.
Aurora, unable to move, was powerless against the terrifying force as his sword blazed with lightning and fire.
