Chapter 949 - 309: Saints Emerge
Yongsha Main City.
A girl in a white long dress was carefully watering the flowers.
"Aisha, are you really not considering going to Julu Pass? I heard Han Zhan’s home is there."
Another woman in a black long dress, with a bolder style and thin lace revealing large patches of fair skin, exuding a voluptuous and sensual aura, asked with her arms folded.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"No." Aisha smiled faintly, shaking her head.
"Aisha, how can you give up so easily? With your looks, our combination, using the description popular on the Celestial Net forum, is ’pure yet alluring’. Aren’t you afraid we can’t win him over?"
"Marianne, we should be content."
Aisha interrupted Marianne, continuing to speak.
"Han Zhan saved our lives and brought us out of misfortune, that’s already a tremendous reward. Why should we disturb his life?"
"Besides, he already has so many beautiful companions, and the two of us aren’t really his type."
"I agree with Marianne," another voice chimed in from outside the garden at that moment.
Luo Qiuhong’s figure appeared at the entrance.
She was holding the National Sorrow Sword in her arms, leaning against the door, nodding towards Aisha.
Accompanying her was Aisha’s brother, now the City Lord of Yongsha City, "Ten Sand Coins" Punk.
"Aisha, you should be more proactive."
"I’ll always support you."
Punk’s words made Aisha’s face flush red.
"In that case, there’s no better time than now. Let’s strike while the iron is hot and go to Julu Pass today!" Luo Qiuhong urged.
Just then, the group heard a message from the Celestial Net chip.
The previously relaxed atmosphere suddenly felt like it had been drenched with icy cold water and fell silent.
The end.
The end again.
The end had already destroyed Yongsha Star, destroyed Pure Beauty Star. They thought they had escaped disaster, only to find it appearing once again on Blue Star.
It seems, in the end, there’s no escaping the fate of death.
"Are we... still going..."
"Of course, why wouldn’t we! If we didn’t go, wouldn’t we regret it until we die?" Marianne stated without hesitation.
Aisha merely smiled and shook her head.
"There’s another saying on the Celestial Net forum: ’Though we may not be born on the same day, we can die on the same day.’
"I think this kind of companionship is already enough."
...
Julu Pass.
A young boy with a tender face was pushing a wheelchair out of the building, in which sat a middle-aged man, his father.
His father used to be a Combat Spirit Contract Master of the First War Zone, losing his legs and his Contracted Spirit partner in the fight against the Insect Race.
Faced with the apocalypse, his father’s last wish was to witness the arrival of the end without flinching, without retreating.
As the boy pushed his father on the wheelchair to the street, the chip behind his ear suddenly lit up again.
Without a word, he left his father’s wheelchair and ran in another direction.
"Hey, you rascal, where are you going?!" Startled by the scene, his father shouted loudly.
"Legion Commander Wei issued the latest order, all Combat Spirit Contract Masters are to assemble. Even if it means dying, as a Great Xia Warrior, I will die standing!"
His father, who was about to say more, quieted down after hearing this.
Suddenly, the boy running forward turned around, waving at his father in the wheelchair.
"Father, just watch, I’ll set off fireworks for you in the sky!"
Fireworks, huh, how childish, trying to fool a child? When I was fighting the Insect Race on the battlefield, you were still in diapers... the middle-aged man thought to himself, then slapped his wheelchair, shouting as loud as he could:
"Set off two! Set one off for your mother too!"
"Got it!"
...
On Blue Star.
More and more people received the message of the end through the Celestial Net chip.
There were those who grieved, those who feared, those who were angry, and those who were unwilling.
But most of them still did what they most wanted to do.
Leaving no regrets.
Someone took the Star Iron Express to rush home and have a meal with family.
Someone went to the place where the girl they secretly liked lived, singing a song to express long-held admiration.
Someone cried in each other’s arms with their wife, someone pressed forehead to forehead with their child, eyes full of love and reluctance.
Someone... someone.
There were too many people doing too many things.
When the end of the world comes, no one is ready for it.
If given even one more day, it may not be enough, let alone, there are no ’if’s.
The Bronze Long Table steadily approached Blue Star.
Even though Han Zhan had already mobilized all his power, urging billions of stars to try and stop it.
But still, the effect was minimal.
The stars closest to Blue Star burst into white light, while behind the Bronze Long Table, utter darkness followed.
The stark contrast of black and white created a powerful visual impact.
Han Zhan’s hands were fast with spells, nearly breaking his fingers.
But billions of stars were still diminishing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the Bronze Long Table still approaching at a visible pace.
As was said before,
The end cannot be stopped.
Is this really failure?
Is this really a dead end?
The thoughts crept in uncontrollably in Han Zhan’s mind, but he quickly extinguished these thoughts, his gaze falling firmly on the last line of defense.
The last line of defense consists of eight Ancient Divine Soldiers.
Also the core formation eyes of the billion-star grand array.
To destroy Blue Star, they must be overcome first. Thinking of this, he changed his spell to open palms, clenching them into fists.
Just as Han Zhan was about to make the final desperate stand,
Suddenly, a figure landed beside him, reaching out to press his fist.
"Wait a moment."
It was Dawn Number One speaking.
His words rekindled a glimmer of hope in Han Zhan’s eyes. "Do you have a way to break the stalemate?!"
"I do not." Dawn Number One shook his head, but before Han Zhan could be disappointed, he continued, "But others do."
"I’ve reminded you before, fighting the World Tree was never a duel between just two Creator Gods, so if I wasn’t confident, how would I have agreed to help you?"
"If the World Tree can call for external aid, so can we."
"Look, they have arrived."
As Dawn Number One spoke, he looked up towards the sky.
There, a golden light rose, like a blazing sun.
Then a second, a third...
A total of six lights emerged from the endless cosmos, making the already faint starlight instantly brighter by countless times.
Even the quiet Oblivion Star Sea, devoured by Yao Black, was illuminated to some degree at that moment.
Six figures appeared within that light.
Seeing these figures, a spark erupted in Han Zhan’s eyes.
They have arrived!
They, who belong to the Human Race, the Saints!