Chapter 482
In an instant, he scanned the battlefield, instantly set up coordinates, and in an instant, Marcus, with a long spear stuck in his back, appeared in front of Mai Sakurajima.
His entire body was stained with golden blood, his crystallized form was tattered, his handsome face was shimmering with energy particles, and at this moment, he was a God of War.
Die.
With a swing of the short sword, this time there was no time delay, and the beautiful head was severed from the body.
There's one more.
The God of War showed no mercy to women; his gaze was fixed on Hayasaka Ai, who was aiming her gun in the distance.
"The second one."
Before Yuki could escape the shockwave, He took a step, but as the air rippled, His eyes widened suddenly.
Why!?
Boom--
The third Void Explosion unfolded, this time even more violent than the previous two. More importantly, it stopped Him from killing one person with every step He took.
"You're not qualified to play dirty with me."
The riddled—with -Yuki pounced forward, his Blood-Burning Heart now in Wildfire inferno, which increased his speed instead of decreasing it.
Marcus was unaware that the most crucial element of the entire battle was to destroy the 'Second Self.' There was something that constantly overlooked the battlefield, making it difficult to strike unexpectedly. Previously, even when he, along with Kong, Ikaros, Netway Will, all four epic beings, attacked this God of War, they were unable to defeat him.
While there are certainly reasons behind this, the more important issue is that this guy isn't afraid of being ganged up on at all.
The energy from the Void Explosion still lingered, Yuki charged straight in, slashing fiercely with his longsword. Marcus parried while also understanding the reason behind it.
These people deliberately gouged out their own eyes and then resorted to dirty tricks.
The double vanished, but along with him, a mask also disappeared; the disguise was so sophisticated that even he couldn't tell the difference.
The battle turned around. Not only did Marcus suffer another heavy blow, leaving his crystallized divine body almost completely destroyed, but he also unleashed all the abilities he had plundered. Furthermore, because 'Void Conversion' was fully activated, the violent energy was rapidly absorbed.
The true process of being ground to death is like cutting flesh, grinding it apart piece by piece. Its speed begins to slow down, the wounds gradually increase, and even an instinctive premonition of death arises.
Mai Sakurajima stayed far away, holding the Curse-Death Doll and trying to curse it repeatedly. Trying to curse the God of War to death with a level 5 item was a pipe dream; normally, you'd get your head chopped off the moment you took it out.
However, with the tides turning, Yuki has gradually gained the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, and she has countless opportunities to try.
"Then the God of War will launch a final, desperate attack."
Her pale purple eyes were filled with weariness. Just as she had thought, the God of War didn't even have a chance to pull out the spear stuck in his back, forge a halberd, and slash it fiercely at Yuki.
Clang--
The shifting balance of power allowed Yuki to parry with his single sword, while another blade slashed directly into his neck. However, Marcus managed to leap from one coordinate to another.
With a halberd stuck in his back and a long sword swaying at his neck, Marcus, covered in blood, resembled a demon god. He charged towards Mai Sakurajima. His 'Super Intuition' told him that death was getting closer and closer. Even the highest resistance of an epic-level powerhouse could not be tested indefinitely.
"But do you know the meaning of our existence?" Mai Sakurajima didn't dodge, nor could she. She simply threw away the doll, raised the massive silver revolver, and spoke in a maid's icy voice:
"Having faced countless life-and-death situations with him, either of them could have tolled your Death Knell."
Burst Shooting Mode. Death Knell Tolls.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
This is Death Knell's strongest mode when upgraded to Chaos Grade, granting unlimited bullets for three seconds and stacking power without any limit.
A real hail of bullets pierced through the already battered divine body, leaving numerous bullet holes.
Just a few dozen meters away, facing the demon-like Marcus, Hayasaka Ai remained unmoved, focusing only on pulling the trigger, as if unaware that she could not withstand any blow from the God of War.
Because, just like countless times before—
Yuki Sorajima will never disappoint me.
Puff.
The Dragon Spear that was originally stuck in his back suddenly pierced through Marcus's chest. Yuki, who was covered in flames, gripped the spear with both hands and looked at the maid who was covered by Marcus's shadow.
Their eyes met, and no words were needed.
One man pulled the trigger for the last time, while the other, with fingers pointing like a knife, stabbed the God of War in the chest from behind.
His chest exploded, his diamond-like heart held in his palm, before exploding into a shower of minced meat as the gunshot rang out.
The God of War has fallen.
Chapter Thirty: The New World (End of Volume)
When was it discovered?
Golden blood pooled together, like a small stream. Marcus stood frozen, staring at the hand that had pierced through his left chest.
The most solid part of the crystallized divine body is actually the heart; even Yuki cannot crush it. Even if the heart leaves the body, He can still live on using the abilities of the necromancer lineage.
But this thing couldn't stop Death Knell's final shot.
"When the Storm Dragon Spear pierces you, don't forget, I can also use the Immortal Crystal." Yuki also didn't make a move; who knows if this God of War has any other skills like Battle Continuation.
Of course, this is a low-probability event; it almost clung to Hayasaka, ready to take her life at any moment, but it's meaningless now.
"I see. It seems you often use this tactic that makes it difficult for the enemy to choose a target." Marcus, being an expert, didn't think he had made a mistake in his choice. After all, this guy's greatest strength was his ability to conceal his true purpose.
"You've won. Go and enjoy the fruits of your victory. Let's stall for time a little longer..."
He glanced at the crack one last time, then swallowed the rest of his words, because two Monster Race players actually stood in front of Tianyi and the others, looking like they had given up on themselves.
This doesn't make sense, but there are just too many illogical things.
"Alright, it seems you're the one most persistent about the Divine Torch, never intending to give it up easily from the start."
The aura dissipated rapidly. Yuki, gently pulling out his right hand. The hand that had been blasted off along with Death Knell had already grown back.
He didn't say anything, because Marcus stood there stiffly, lifeless.
"He's dead?" Hayasaka Ai breathed a sigh of relief. She had just died, but Marcus hadn't chosen to take her away and do something meaningless.
"Hmm, he's quite a figure. If our strength weren't similar, I wouldn't be his match." Yuki never dwelled on his enemies, and now wasn't the time to draw conclusions. Only he knew the risks involved.
Without going into too much detail, the senior student used up all the defensive abilities of the Singer's White Veil in order to hide, and looked quite disheveled.
It's been a long time since I've fought a battle where I wasn't very confident of victory; it feels strange.
Yuki cut off his wandering thoughts and looked at the two people closest to him.
"You all leave now, I need to get the Divine Torch quickly."
"Why don't you take this opportunity to rest a bit more?" Mai Sakurajima walked over, her cheeks still twitching slightly, a result of being suppressed by the God of War's aura. A single glare from him could kill someone; that was no joke.
"Every second I rest, another person dies outside. This damned game has already killed too many people. Let me end it a second sooner." Yuki raised his hand, his fingertips stroking his smooth skin, quickly calming his trembling face.
"Go outside and wait for me. Once we get the Divine Torch, we'll return immediately. Don't worry about the aftermath; I'll take care of everything in the Crimson Moon World."
After saying that, he walked towards the other end of the palace. The palace was originally infinite in size, but now it had an end, where a magnificent gate stood, seemingly composed of countless spiraling ribbons of light.
Watching Yuki figure, Mai Sakurajima and Hayasaka Ai exchanged a glance and then stepped back.
"He seems to have forgotten to compliment us?"
"Haven't you noticed that this pig-headed guy has changed a bit? He doesn't seem to care about the reward as much anymore?"
"Hmm, I feel like I'm getting more and more of a sense of mission."
A sense of mission.
This is too heavy a burden for players. The Reincarnation Game teaches every player that idealists always die the fastest.
You should plunder, acquire power by any means necessary, and climb to the top step by step, over the corpses of friends and enemies.
It wasn't exactly good news, but Mai Sakurajima and Hayasaka were both smiling.
"Then let's try our best to control the intensity of the war, as a small favor to that idiot?"
Mai Sakurajima suggested it, Hayasaka readily accepted.
When the two of them left the Divine Realm, the gate opened. Naturally, leaving meant facing countless suspicions and misunderstandings, and in a sense, even betraying the Angels.
At the last moment, almost all the races that still had fighting power went mad. How could they possibly accept handing over the Divine Torch at this point?
Yuki doesn't explain his thoughts to anyone, nor does he feel the need to elaborate on his mission; he always feels that would be too pretentious.
He simply moved forward steadily, ignoring the reward notification after killing Marcus, and stepped through the open gate.
Though seemingly close, the world is vast. After countless years of fierce battles, the Great Game has finally seen a victor emerge. Yuki steps through the gate, lowers the crystal spear in his hand, and his crimson eyes reflect the starry sky.
So beautiful.
A galaxy hung overhead, and beneath his feet lay a mirror-like pool of water, ripples spreading with each step he took. The reincarnated one he had imagined was nowhere to be seen; only twelve high-backed chairs sat quietly.
The moment he looked at the high-backed chair, time seemed to be reshaped, Yuki saw the ancient times, the gods who sat on the clouds and controlled countless lives.
The gray-skinned Giant, larger than a mountain, wielded thunder and blasted a planet apart with a single blow.
The enormous magic circle seemed to have put a top hat on the planet, and in just a few minutes, it turned the planet into crimson glass.
Space was arbitrarily shaped before a bird-headed man, from which billions of monsters poured forth.
A girl whose face is indistinct yet who disregards gender, race, and life form waves her hand, and billions of beings on a planet are driven into madness.
Every Transcendental Grade power can wipe out a race, and every thought can give a race new life. This is the true scriptwriter, the pinnacle of arrogance.
Is this the Reincarnator? A planet-destroying power or a galaxy-level force?
Its terrifying destructive power challenges our understanding; it doesn't require any Transcendental Grade skills to put immense pressure on anyone who comes near.
Yuki watched silently, time losing its meaning, his eyes reflecting the brilliant light, as if he had become one with these supreme beings.
Go and enjoy destruction, go and enjoy greed, go and experience every frenzied individual.
The intense pleasure derived from that power needs no enticement, because it is what every player pursues throughout their life.
Strive for the summit, freely spread your will, do whatever you imagine, because--
This is the power of the strong.
But at that moment, a crack appeared in Yuki's eyes, like a knife mark that spanned time and space, splitting everything in two.
The Giant's head fell.
The god of magic screamed as he was caught.
The bird-headed man was torn to pieces.
The girl with a thousand faces was slashed and fell to the ground.
Yuki seemed to be that girl. The pleasure she had just felt from wantonly controlling life had vanished. She screamed like every weakest life before her, covering her face and begging for mercy. Meanwhile, a black-haired man in white looked down at her, the black blade magnified in his eyes.
Helpless, frustrated, and panicked, before death arrives, the Star-level Reincarnators seem no different from ordinary people.
You can't struggle, you can't resist, you don't know who to pray to, and you desperately ask why.
"I will kill you, without reason."
This was the man's answer; a sharp, piercing pain welled up from the depths of his soul. All wealth, power, and strength vanished like smoke, leaving only suffering, and—
Die.
Wherever the blade points, all returns to the one.
Call--
Yuki knelt on one knee, his clothes soaked with sweat, his eyes trembling incessantly, as if he had died countless times in that instant.
The feeling was so strange. One moment he was a god, high above, indulging in pleasure, and the next he was an ordinary person, watching his home planet shatter in fear. But the final blow was very familiar to Yuki.
"Taiyi, he killed all these reincarnators?"
Yuki covered his face. This power had surpassed the limits of his understanding. Was the 'Taiyi' he had dealt with in the Eternal Night only one in a billion?
Damn, it's impossible to guard against!
Yuki cursed under his breath. He had been on high alert the whole time, after all, he already had PTSD about the 'door' thing, but he hadn't expected this move despite all his precautions.
There are indeed no reincarnators here, but the aura they leave behind is enough to corrupt all life. Yuki will watch a 'movie' with each frame representing a century, and then at the end, he will either go insane or have his personality swapped. Perhaps these reincarnators will even possess another's body.
Compared to helpless ordinary people, that feeling of pleasure is more terrifying, like crossing time and overlapping with those reincarnated beings, and trembling eyes suddenly thought of so many things.
"Was this originally a trap? Yes, if there really is a winner in the Great Game, then that person's aptitude is the best vessel. The annihilated reincarnators will possess and be reborn. They succeeded, but they didn't know that such an ingenious arrangement was meaningless in front of 'Taiyi'."