Become Light

"Am I about to face my final end? Haha! Indeed, to die in such a magnificent war, my life, Dugu Qing, will not have been in vain!"

Dugu Qing laughed loudly, his figure transforming into an unparalleled sharp blade, charging forward fearlessly, straight towards the Demon King.

"Overestimating yourself, you're asking for death."

As the crimson and blue blade that pierced through the heavens and earth hurtled towards him, the Demon King's scarlet demonic eyes suddenly contracted. He raised his right hand in mid-air, unleashing three hundred thousand years of demonic power, which transformed into a massive, almost tangible pressure that relentlessly bombarded Dugu Qing.

"Bang!"

Dugu Qing faced the Demon King's terrifying magic head-on, and the two collided with a deafening roar!

The violent impact shook the universe, cracking the earth and revealing countless deep ravines.

The sky trembled, the air pressure increased sharply, the temperature was scorching as if boiling, and red clouds covered the sky.

Dugu Qing's slender figure trembled, and a mouthful of blood gushed from her throat, staining her white clothes red.

"Of all sword techniques in the world, none are invincible except for speed."

Holding fast to his own swordsmanship principles, he used the force of the collision to retreat rapidly.

It spun in an arc across the sky, pushing its speed to its limit.

His figure transformed into several ethereal afterimages, carrying the force of thunder and moving with lightning speed, as he pounced on the Demon King once more.

"A futile struggle, laughable!"

The Demon King's mocking roar echoed through the heavens, and his dark demonic hand, imbued with world-destroying power, slammed down on Dugu Qing's slender figure.

Dugu Qing's afterimage suddenly shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

It moved erratically in mid-air, constantly changing its position, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do to help right now!

Serie, dressed in military attire, stood amidst the vast army, gazing up at Dugu Qing and the Demon King in the sky, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

At this moment, both sides in the battle, whether it was Dugu Qing or the Demon King, were far stronger than him.

If she were to rashly join in, it might affect Dugu Qing's performance! It would be better for her to remain quietly on the sidelines and observe.

"Dugu Qing, hang in there! I believe in you, you'll definitely return safely."

As Frieren gazed up at the figure in the sky, all of Dugu Qing's past memories resurfaced, haunting her and filling her with a mix of joy and worry.

"Dugu Qing, you must come back alive! I can't imagine a world without you."

Fern clasped his hands tightly together, whispering a devout prayer, his palms damp with cold sweat.

"Flies, rats, fleas, you pretty boy, all you can do is run away!"

The Demon King stared at Dugu Qing's fleeting afterimage, gradually finding it troublesome, and angrily rebuked him.

"Light Magic lasts for ten minutes, but my time doesn't allow me to keep moving around! I must end the battle within ten minutes, or humanity will be in grave danger."

After several failed attacks, a hint of anxiety quietly crept into Dugu Qing's usually calm and composed mind.

He deliberately slowed down, exposing his weakness to lure the Demon King into attacking.

The Demon King looked at Dugu Qing's exposed back, laughed ferociously, and threw a punch.

Dugu Qing's gaze suddenly sharpened, and all his energy and spirit coalesced into one.

His figure transformed into a streak of red and blue light, instantly appearing on the Demon King's back.

The Sacred Sword, imbued with ten thousand years of magical power, tore through the sky, pierced through layers of barriers, and stabbed into the Demon King's back.

"Ahh!"

The Demon King flew into a rage, letting out a roar that shattered the heavens. His left hand, imbued with overwhelming demonic power, slammed down fiercely towards Dugu Qing.

"So close, so very close, it was almost able to pierce the Demon King's heart."

A crisis loomed, and alarm bells rang in Dugu Qing's mind.

He showed no sign of backing down, gripping the Sacred Sword tightly and continuing to exert force downwards.

The sharp blade sliced through the Demon King's powerful magical shield, hurtling forward and seemingly about to pierce Demon King heart.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the immense magical power accumulated over three hundred thousand years surged forth, bombarding Dugu Qing's slender and aloof figure.

Dugu Qing was sent flying backward through the air, blood seeping from his skin, his body covered in wounds, like a broken doll, before crashing to the ground, his fate unknown.

"Ha ha!"

To see the strongest warrior among mankind lying in a pool of blood, severely wounded and on the verge of death.

The Demon King stood with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly, his voice echoing across the land.

"I won! In the end, I won this epic battle. Humans, wash your necks and wait to die! Hahaha!"

The Demon King clutched his heart, and his vast and boundless demonic power transformed into pure life force, rapidly nourishing his damaged body.

The gruesome wound on his back healed instantly, returning him to its original state.

"Dugu Qing! Is he dead?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"My alliance leader is invincible! How could he possibly die?"

"Haha! I know, I know, we're dreaming! It's all a dream, it's fake!"

Cries of panic, fear, and resentment erupted one after another, causing an uproar among the Human Allied Army.

The soldiers stared at Dugu Qing lying on the ground, their hearts trembling, overwhelmed with doubt and anxiety, utterly lost and bewildered.

"Dugu Qing is dead? No, I don't believe it. He must still be alive. He's just tired and needs to rest."

Frieren gazed at the white figure in the distance, her eyes slightly red, her lips filled with bitterness.

"Rest! Yes, he's not dead, he's not dead."

Fern was drained of all her strength, on the verge of tears, her face haggard.

"The Demon King is really going too far, bullying Dugu Qing is only in his twenties, relying on his 300,000 years of demonic power."

"Yeah yeah!"

"Isn't what Dugu Qing lacks magic power? In that case, take my magic power."

Lavina smiled calmly, raised her small hand, and sent all her magic power to Dugu Qing in the distance.

"Will this really work?!"

Give it a try!

Seeing this, Kanne also raised his hand without hesitation to support Dugu Qing.

"We'll join in too."

Ubel and Ailu exchanged a glance, then raised their hands one after the other, pouring out all the magic power within them, transforming it into streams of magic that flowed toward Dugu Qing.

The members of the Continental Magic Association — Fa'erxiu, Jian Ze, Denken ...—all raised their hands, offering up all their magic power.

"Dugu Qing, don't be afraid, we are with you!"

Let us unite!

"Our leader is just resting. He needs our support. Everyone, let us become light and fight alongside our leader."

"United as one, we will never admit defeat."

Along the vast, hundred-mile-long human front, a million soldiers raised their arms in unison, channeling all their magic, strength, and courage toward Dugu Qing in the center of the battlefield.

Streaks of golden light, dazzling and shimmering, swept across the sky, flowing like rivers into the sea, and entered Dugu Qing's body.

The center of the battlefield gradually transformed into a swirling, golden ocean.

After wandering aimlessly in the darkness for an unknown period of time, Dugu Qing's consciousness gradually returned amidst the pain.

His body was bathed in an endless ocean of light, his injuries healed rapidly, and every cell was full and vibrant.

He frowned slightly and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.