Moth to Fire Was Born Toward Death, Yet Could Not Escape Its Doomed Fate!

"Your Highness, if you were at your peak, would you be confident?" He looked at the Dragon Prince beside him.

The Dragon Prince remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "Her power is very special, extremely effective against technological creations. If she were to clash head-on with Divine Power, the outcome would be uncertain, but the feeling she gives me... is very dangerous."

[To combat the Lightning Law User, the Previous Civilization deployed its last Mecha Troops —the 'Apocalypse' Antimatter Legion, comprising 30,000 of its most elite mechs.]

The battle lasted for seventy-two hours.

[Ultimately, at the cost of 24,000 mechs, humanity defeated the Lightning Law User.]

The scene shows mountains of mecha wreckage, resembling steel tombs.

The price of victory was the near annihilation of the entire army.

The entire God Realm Central fell into a stifling silence once again.

If the first 'nuclear strike' was a resolute act of cutting off one's own arm, then...

This time, it was a tragic tale of moths drawn to a flame.

"We won... but it feels like we didn't win anything," Bei Bei said bitterly.

"It was a Pyrrhic victory." Xu Sanshi abandoned his usual nonchalant attitude, his expression more serious than ever before. "Using one of a civilization's most elite Antimatter Legion to eliminate an enemy. But what if... there's more than one such enemy?"

His words were like a needle, piercing the last shred of hope in everyone's hearts.

Sure enough, the narration on the screen confirmed his guess.

[The successive, devastating victories have made humanity realize a hopeless truth.]

[The Honkai cannot be completely eradicated.]

[The Herrscher will descend again and again.]

Every victory merely postpones the death of civilization by a few moments.

despair.

An overwhelming sense of despair permeated the screen and seeped into the hearts of everyone.

Tang Ya's body trembled slightly, as if she had returned to that Xue Ye when her sect was destroyed and she was all alone.

Xiao Xiao's face was pale as she tightly gripped her Twin Martial Souls.

Niu Tian and Tai Tan, these two towering men, also clenched their fists, veins bulging. They could feel the powerlessness, the anger and sorrow of watching their compatriots being slaughtered without being able to do anything.

Chang Gong. Wei, Lei Xiang, A'Dai Hai Long, Tian Hen, Ye Yinzhu...

These six God King, who came from different worlds but ultimately arrived at the same destination, all had extremely solemn expressions at this moment.

They were all heroes who fought against apocalyptic crises and protected their worlds.

They knew all too well the profound darkness a civilization would fall into when even the word "hope" became a luxury.

"Hope..." Rong Nianbing murmured the word. As the God of Emotion, he could clearly perceive how vast and pure the emotion called "despair" was that permeated from that scene.

That was a torrent of negative emotions powerful enough to crush the mind of any Deity.

In this despairing darkness, a glimmer of light appeared on the screen.

That's the design of a badge.

A moth resolutely flies towards a burning flame.

[In the endless darkness, humanity did not give up.]

Since ultimate victory is unattainable, let us pave a path to victory for future generations.

Since we cannot completely eradicate the Honkai, let us pass on the Core Flame of resistance forever.

[Therefore, an organization dedicated solely to combating the Honkai was born.]

At this moment, the narrator's voice finally seemed to have a touch of warmth.

They are the last bastion of civilization, humanity's strongest warriors.

They burned themselves to illuminate the darkness, seeking that faint hope for future generations.

[Their names are --]

On the screen, two ancient yet powerful characters slowly appeared.

[Moth to Fire]

Moths are drawn to the flame, choosing death over life.

At that moment, everyone understood the profound and tragic determination behind those four words.

Zhou Weiqing stared blankly at the badge, remembering how he had repeatedly put himself in mortal danger to protect the Heavenly Bow Empire.

Ye Yinzhu recalled the Monarch faced the Abyss alone for the sake of Qincheng and the peace of the continent.

Tian Hen recalled how he piloted the Demon God Mech into the black hole to save his companions and homeland.

They were all once "Moth to Fire".

But they never imagined that there was an organization whose mission from the moment of its birth was to fail, and whose end was destruction.

Its existence was merely to preserve a tiny Core Flame for the future amidst its inevitable defeat.

"Moth to Fire..."

Huo Yuhao pondered the name repeatedly, a complex light flickering in his eyes.

There was admiration, sorrow, and also a touch of... resonance.

His entire life was a pursuit of that flame called "Tang Wutong," even at the cost of his own life.

Tang San's gaze fell on the moth.

He saw resilience, resistance, and the most brilliant human brilliance that a civilization could unleash when faced with annihilation.

"They... are heroes."

He used the simplest, yet most weighty, words to make his assessment.

Just then, the scene changed again.

[The Moth to Fire: a group that brought together the most outstanding scientists, the strongest warriors, and the most unwavering will of that era.]

They are the last hope for human civilization.

On the screen, blurry figures began to flash by, some wearing white research lab coats and others in black combat suits, each carrying a heavy mission.

[But this is also a... story about how they failed.]

The cold narration was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of everyone who had just begun to feel a spark of admiration.

fail?

An organization that brought together the last hope of the entire civilization.

An organization filled with tragedy and determination.

Its story...

Is it a story about failure?

The screen slowly dimmed after that sentence.

Only the "Moth to Fire" badge remained, burning silently in the darkness.

The Light Screen lit up again, the deep darkness faded away, and a soft halo replaced it.

In the Douluo God Realm, and even in the wider star field, countless eyes were cast towards that mysterious Sky Vault.

Before the shock of the previous scene had subsided, a new picture had already unfolded.

A line of cold, emotionless text appeared.

The image shows a newborn baby, curled up in swaddling clothes, unusually quiet.

Her eyes were open, and they were a pair of emerald green pupils, like the most translucent Jade, yet so deep that they seemed to contain the wisdom of thousands of years.

She knew everything from the moment she was born.

The narration begins, its understated tone carrying a chilling power.

"Born with knowledge?"

In the God Realm Central, Tang San frowned deeply.

He understood the weight of those four words better than anyone else. It was beyond the realm of Deity inheritance; it was more like a manifestation of... Rules.