【Divine Capital】(Chapter 72) A super-long fantasy novel, 20,000 words updated, featuring a tragic love song.

Chapter 72

I never understood why Osovie had made me pray to God for truth, even after witnessing what was supposedly
truth, I was completely clueless.

Now I know that God didn't only see me. But I'm certain that
not many people know she is God. Or rather, even if she revealed her identity to them, they wouldn't believe her.

The question is, what is God? What does God look like in everyone's eyes?

Is it a being with power far greater than ours? Can it summon wind and rain? Can it turn stones into gold?
Can it create everything from nothing at will? Anyone with a certain level of education knows that
even if it possesses such power, it's merely a being slightly more advanced than humans.

So, is it like the Trinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, as described in the Bible, some ineffable transcendent existence?

Or is it like what Buddha or Lao Tzu said, for Buddha, for Tao, for truth?

I don't know. I didn't even know what a so-called God should be like.

Then why... or by what right could that woman I saw be called God?
Why accept such a self-proclaimed existence?

But I simply believed it. The moment I saw her, I knew she was
the god Osovie spoke of. Whether this god was merely a Rilin with infinite power or the kind of God worshipped by humans, I
couldn't judge.

What I was clear about now was that this woman and the god were one. She appeared
before many people in an instant, answered many questions, and held time—a near-eternal measure—in her hands, like a blank sheet of paper
that could be folded at will.

When I came out of the interrogation room, I saw Hughes already waiting for me outside. I immediately
went over and threw out a question.

"They asked about a woman in the Divine Capital. Do you know anything about her?"

Hughes nodded. "This is a question every returnee has to answer upon entering the country. It was specially arranged by Solomon, seemingly to find out all the returnees who encountered that woman. According to our intelligence, there are probably more than 2,500 returnees
in the Divine Capital who witnessed that woman and had conversations with her to varying degrees. The proportion of returnees going to the Divine Capital is already quite high now, statistically speaking, there should be around 3,000 in total." 　　At this point, Hughes realized something: "Have you also seen that woman? Why is Solomon so concerned about this information?" 　　I shook my head: "I did see her, but I don't know the situation on Solomon's side." 　　Hughes didn't ask any more questions, because I had already made it clear that I didn't want to talk about this. 　　We left the airship transfer station and set foot on the land of the Divine Capital. This place was just as I had imagined, looking no different from other cities, or rather, it hadn't had time to change yet. 　　Perhaps the only difference was that there were people flying in the sky. 　　Since ancient times, humanity has gazed upon and longed for the birds that soar through the skies. Countless generations have relentlessly attempted to escape the shackles of Earth's gravity in various ways, some laughable, some tragic, taking thousands of years to create the tools to reach the heavens. 　　Now, however, a new generation of humans no longer needs any external assistance; they can conquer the skies on their own. 　　I know, of course, that this new generation can fly; I've done it myself. But I never realized that witnessing so many people soaring high and low through the sky would evoke such a profound emotion within me. They didn't display any joy or delight, nor did they treat flight as something precious or something to be proud of. It was as if we, too, were strolling through the streets, troubled, happy, or numb with the past, the future, or the present . 　　It had become an ordinary part of their lives. Flying was no longer something to look forward to . 　　Every step forward humanity takes has an indelible impact on society. From human to a new generation, we have taken an unimaginable step. Given time, the civilization and aesthetics that our race has cultivated may elevate humanity to unprecedented heights. 　　However, when people gain the ability to look down on others, an irreversible and irresistible arrogance inevitably arises. 　　I can only hope that this inevitable arrogance will not become the catalyst for the destruction of the new humanity. 　　Three small black floating vehicles were parked outside the airship transfer station, with ten warriors standing beside them. Not the bodyguards Hughes had brought me, but new human warriors clad in light armor and carrying swords at their waists. What particularly intrigued me was that these warriors also wore holsters on their belts, revealing the black grips of pistols. 　　Guided by Hughes, we boarded the middle floating vehicle, four people per vehicle, and set off. 　　"Who are they?" I couldn't help but ask after getting in. 　　"They were originally soldiers sent into [Divine Capital] by the public government, and they continue to fulfill their ," Hughes replied. 　　Given the extent of information the public government possessed, there were definitely some of them who had actually been active in [Divine Capital] , but I never expected to see them here. 　　"Carrying swords and guns, that's interesting," I remarked. 　　"They're the personnel responsible for our security within the Divine Capital. Their energy levels are all around level five or six, and they were seasoned elites before entering the Divine Capital. They're all adept with guns. Swords are for direct combat, guns are for surprise attacks; they have a significant advantage in handling different situations." 　　"If the criminals from the Returnees also use guns, you'll have even more trouble," I asked. 　　Hughes shook his head: "Using firearms effectively requires professional training. Ordinary people have a hard time hitting a target beyond twenty meters. If you close the distance to ensure a hit, the firearms' lethality is less than your Returnees' own energy blades. Besides, there's the crucial issue of ammunition. A criminal can't guarantee ammunition resupply. Even if they initially intend to use firearms, they'll eventually have to retrieve their swords." 　　"But if the Divine Capital really deploys organized, trained soldiers to operate modern weapons, you 'll have a much harder time dealing with it."

"The frontal battlefield is indeed difficult to handle. But as I said, the Returners have no advantage in a total war.
We can use satellite weapons and long-range missiles to precisely destroy logistical support and energy supplies, and a few graphite bombs
can cut off the army's command. At that point, even the best troops won't be able to function. How many Returner soldiers are there
in total ? Even if they wanted to infiltrate military facilities and destroy our remote command, they wouldn't
have enough manpower. The United Regime alone has more than four hundred air force bases around the world, and more than half of the command centers
are protected against a nuclear strike with the equivalent of one million tons of TNT. We've tested it;
the energy attack unleashed by a Returner at full power at level five definitely wouldn't exceed ten tons of TNT. To be honest, if we just
want to stop them from causing destruction, we have too many options. Hypnotic gas, bacterial weapons,
vacuum ... In small-team combat, the Returners simply cannot
handle every single situation."

I didn't speak anymore because these professional matters were too far removed from my knowledge, and
continuing would only make me seem ignorant.

Seeing that I stopped speaking, Hughes changed the subject.

"You said you wanted to find Chu Xie first, and I didn't ask any questions; I just followed you. Now, can you tell me
the purpose of this trip?"

"To persuade Solomon, I definitely need to rely on his sister's power. As a returnee and
a former member of the Solomon Consortium, Chu Xie actually sees the whole picture more clearly. We
should " I said.

What I didn't tell Hughes was that Ranxu might have already arranged a plan to handle the current situation,
but Chu Xie didn't seem to want to follow in Ranxu's footsteps.

Ranxu's death had become a shadow in her heart. After returning to my side, she never mentioned
what had happened before. But I knew that the confidence and carefree spirit she once possessed were no longer what they used to be,
all because of Ranxu.

If even a king as outstanding and far-sighted as her brother could be mocked by fate in that way,
what about herself, who had been paved the way by Ranxu step by step? Chu Xie has lost the
fearless , and it is precisely for this reason that she is no longer attached to the future of the new humans.

This might be a good thing; otherwise, the two of us wouldn't have been able to enjoy such a peaceful and warm
time that belonged only to us.

So, she is now standing before her own reality again. Does this mean that the girl has regained her
courage ?

Or perhaps she has simply discovered that her responsibilities have never slipped from her shoulders?

I can't see through Chu Xie. As a dragon, I'm not used to interrogating others and acting as their therapist.
All I can do is stand where she needs me when she does.

"I'm so glad," Hughes suddenly said, "that there's an anomaly like you among the returnees."

"Huh?" I couldn't quite follow Hughes's train of thought for a moment.

"You are wise enough to see far ahead. More importantly, you are free from racial prejudice. Humans always
like to stick together; when hurt, they need to return to a community where they feel a sense of belonging to cry out; when happy, they need to
share with those they trust. This is how people differentiate into group after group, excluding others and attracting
individuals similar to themselves. This is a short-sighted and foolish instinctive behavior, and the source of countless disasters. I am glad
that as a returnee with such a great influence, you are not one of these 'vast majority'."

"Because, people are the same everywhere," I sighed.

I saw this when I first entered the [Divine Capital]. The ugly consciousness of humanity will not
change because of the existence of energy or the influence of the Divine Capital. In my miserable mercenary life, facing
my own dark side, I have stared at the word hatred countless times. This makes me unable to like any race,
and equally unable to hate anything as a group for any other reason.

"I was surprised and delighted when I heard your proposal," Hughes said softly. "I feel this
is an opportunity God has given humanity to bring about change without bloodshed, which is why I tried so hard
to persuade the Executive Yuan to make this decision. I just hope that your idea can truly come true."

I turned to look at Hughes: "I didn't expect you to be a humanist."

Hughes smiled helplessly: "I wish I could just be a cold-blooded politician. If my heart isn't hard enough,
I won't be able to sleep at night when making decisions for all of humanity."

"Perhaps humanity needs a leader who constantly repents and can still make ruthless decisions.
Not someone who doesn't make mistakes, but someone who feels pain when they do..."

Ranxu wasn't. Just as he said in his last words, he hated humanity, so he could single-mindedly drive
and manipulate people in the direction he desired, trying to make them as strong as himself—at least
in his heart. He was ruthless enough, but he wouldn't repent.

Chuxie wasn't either. She had fears, so she would shrink back when faced with people's bloodshed. She feared
her decision would bring irreversible pain to others. Such an ending would leave her despairing and heartbroken; she feared pain.

So what about Hughes? Could he do something different?

The right decision, and the sacrifices that come with it—he seemed capable of bearing that. If
this is the kind of leader humanity needs, I hope he can do better than Chu Xie and Ran Xu.

Essentially, Solomon and Ran Xu are the same kind of people. They don't care about anything else, only
themselves . To achieve what they want, they don't care what others become.

"Human desires are endless, but I hope we can do
what we can . Let them gaze upon power, hope, pride, and desire; we'll just try to keep
them alive… just keep them alive…" Hughes murmured.

While humanity greedily strives for one thing after another, it often neglects the most basic right—
the right to live. This is what Hughes wanted to say. When humanity forgets that it will become a corpse in the tide of change
, at least there are people like me, Hughes, and Chu Xie trying to clean up the mess and find a way out for them.

What we did wasn't anything grand; it was just basic empathy. Hughes and I are...
Even someone like him couldn't remain unmoved by the sea of blood in the distance.

I think I'm starting to like this guy.

The floating vehicle left the city, detached from the elevated roadway, and slid close to the ground into the boundless plains and hills.
I took out the small note Chu Xie had handwritten in my pocket and silently read the unfamiliar address on it. For
safety , the floating vehicle convoy wasn't moving fast; it would take at least a whole day to reach that place.

I looked out the window; the lush green forests of Northern Europe stretched to the horizon,
a breathtaking sight. On one side, terraced forests stretched upwards, and on the other side, a small slope with excellent views;
we were driving around the hillside. The slightly damp, cool air and the cold sunlight made this place feel
like an eternal afternoon.

"Water." Hughes pulled a bottle from the compartment under his seat and handed it to me.

I reached out to take it, and then heard a faint crackling sound.

Hughes's right hand, holding the water bottle, had suddenly lost an index finger.

The half-broken water bottle spilled out, but before the water could even touch me, the entire floating vehicle
overturned .

A massive explosion and a wave of intense heat engulfed the vehicle, and I felt my body
tumbling and crashing around inside like a plastic ball.

Just moments before, a sniper bullet had struck the driver's skull, pierced
the seat, and grazed Hughes's finger, followed by a detonated mine that overturned our floating vehicle—that was
the sequence of events I could deduce.

I grabbed Hughes's clothes, wrapped us both in energy, and
leaped . The feeling of gravity told me that as long as we didn't end up on the ground, we were safe;
I didn't have time to think about anything else.

The energy blast snapped a small tree about the thickness of an arm by the roadside, and in the instant I regained my sense of direction, I saw the floating vehicle
I had been riding in had become a burning fireball, rolling down the hillside.

The bodyguards in the two vehicles in front and behind me did the same, but only seven survived.
Undoubtedly, the drivers of those two vehicles had also been killed instantly.

More bullets whizzed by. One bodyguard, failing to reinforce his energy shield in time, was instantly killed.
Several more bullets struck my shield, stopping just centimeters from my eyes, sending
a chill down my spine.

Sensing the direction from which the bullets came, I scrambled to grab Hughes's clothes and dragged him behind a
thick tree. The other bodyguards did the same.

"How are you?!" I shouted to Hughes.

"I'm alright, not seriously injured," Hughes said, his face pale, clutching his blood-soaked hand. But his voice suggested
he was still able to remain calm.

"Do you know who the enemy is? Can you call for backup?" I asked again.

"This operation was extremely secretive. I can't imagine anyone tracking us down. Judging from the current
situation, even if reinforcements arrive, we'll all be dead," Hughes shook his head.

Strangely, the gunfire completely ceased during this time. The bodyguards and I exchanged glances,
all somewhat puzzled. One of them reinforced his shield and then peered out in the direction of the attack. I don't
know what he saw, but he actually stood up and drew his short sword.

I glanced over too and suddenly saw four people coming down the hillside,
all of them carrying swords.

"Who are you?" The bodyguards stood up, strategically positioned to cover each other, and
questioned the approaching enemies.

Everyone knew this question was pointless, but it gave us more time to observe
our surroundings and devise a strategy for escape or combat.

The other side didn't answer, of course. They drew closer, their energy shields gradually thickening.

Hughes couldn't use energy, so he was definitely the most vulnerable one, so I grabbed his
arm. Seeing my intention, the bodyguards knew they could safely engage the enemy.

Just as the battle was about to erupt, a sense of crisis suddenly descended upon me.

A highly compressed energy blade tore through my shield from above almost without warning, aiming straight for my
forehead.

A sense of crisis I hadn't felt in a very long time made every cell in my body tremble. The instant the shield
shattered ducked sharply and rolled forward.

A cold sensation brushed against my scalp, taking a few strands of hair. Had my original fighting instincts not been
triggered, this blow would have killed me.

The Divine Palace was pulled out, and as I regained my balance, I immediately unleashed two energy blades to stop the attacker's
pursuit .

Perhaps not expecting me to dodge the attack, the attacker was now completely exposed to me.
He had to gather energy and clumsily parry my energy blade.

At the same time, I saw out of the corner of my eye that the other bodyguards had also suffered the same attack. The other three
attackers, like us, had been hiding in the trees and suddenly launched their attack.

This attack was terrifying; we hadn't sensed any energy fluctuations, meaning they had fallen directly from the sky in
freefall , only concentrating their energy
into high-density energy blades at the moment of impact.

The three bodyguards fell to the ground; I couldn't tell if they had been dodging the attack or had already been killed. Meanwhile,
the four people on the hillside accelerated towards us with energy.

Top-tier assassins, and there were eight of them.

Without hesitation, I abandoned the bodyguards and grabbed Hughes, running away.

The enemy was a coordinated and highly skilled assassin; there was no way we could possibly fight them.
My only option was to escape.

I had some confidence in my energy, and with full-power energy acceleration, I quickly left the battlefield
behind.

We heard energy explosions behind us; the bodyguards were already engaged in combat with the enemy. I could only hope
they could buy us some time, at least enough to find a hiding
place before nightfall to escape our pursuers.

"They can use guns too... They're no pushovers." I forced
a lame joke while accelerating.

"I wonder if they're here to kill you or me. This is really unlucky." Hughes, enduring the pain in his hand, also
cracked a joke.

The air currents generated by high-speed flight quickly silenced us both. After flying a considerable
distance had to descend into the woods, as flying in the treetops was far too conspicuous.
However, the dense forest severely limited my speed; I had to slow down to
a level my reflexes could handle, otherwise, a tree trunk hitting us would mean certain death.

After running for another ten minutes or so, I stopped and switched to walking. Perhaps we were lucky, but
I didn't sense any energy fluctuations behind us. While some people can indeed control their energy to the
point of no leakage while flying, if that were the case, they shouldn't be able to catch up with us.

The other party was a Returned One skilled in using firearms, very
similar . Thinking about it, the one who made the move must be Mr. Mercury, after all, he was originally a powerful
figure in the public government.

But if Mr. Mercury wanted to kill me, he could have done so once he knew where I was staying. Was he perhaps
afraid of my companions? Or did he specifically seek out such a desolate place before daring to act?

It's indeed hard to imagine Mr. Mercury doing such a thing. And what about Solomon?

Organizing a group of mercenaries from the outside world to carry out the assassination
wouldn't be . One of my companions, Moth,
was a mercenary in the outside world; I believe that even if there aren't many people like him in [God's Capital], there must be at least
a few.

I just can't figure out why Solomon would want to kill me or Hughes. Hughes
is just a member of the public government to him. Even if they're on opposite sides, Solomon should know that even if Hughes dies, many people in
the public government can immediately replace him.

As for me, there's even less reason for me to act now. I haven't done anything to threaten
him; I came here with the purpose of mediation. If his intelligence network truly knows our
route, then he'll know my presence is beneficial to him. The

two most suspicious people are those two; knowing our destination and
choosing requires a high level of intelligence. It's unlikely that Chu Xie or my companions betrayed
me. Besides Hughes, no one in the public government knows my destination; even the bodyguards
were only recently informed of the location, their communications have been blocked, and they had no chance to leak information.

No matter how I analyze it, it's all in vain under these circumstances. I can't afford
to overthink things , and I don't have enough intelligence to deduce the overall situation.

As I hoped, darkness fell, and Hughes and I found a good hiding place. In a dry
, narrow ravine, several large, rotten trees lay scattered about. Hughes and I crawled through the gaps
; the dead trees provided good cover.

"I've already sent out a distress signal, but I'm afraid someone will track me, so it's a very low frequency signal. Rescue probably won't arrive until after
dawn " Hughes said.

"Then let's rest for a bit. I'll take the night watch," I said.

"Let's take turns. After all, vigilance requires concentration."

"No, you can't sense the energy fluctuations. I can manage on my own," I said, firmly rejecting Hughes's
suggestion .

Hughes didn't stand on ceremony. At this point, such things were really unimportant.

"Do you have any food on you?" Although I wasn't hoping for much, I still asked.

Hughes reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. The blood on his hand had long since congealed, but it still left quite a few
dark marks on his suit. The aggravation of the wound made him grimace slightly, but he didn't make a sound. It seemed
his pain tolerance was quite good.

He pulled out a box of chewing gum and handed it to me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disappointment.

He smiled and took two pieces for himself. I glanced sideways at him chewing, changed my mind, and reached in,
popping two pieces into my mouth as well.

We were both covered in dirt and blood, huddled in a ditch, chewing gum under the cover of night
. The scene was almost comical.

"You have a good mental fortitude; you didn't lose your judgment in that situation. I thought you were the office
type," I said.

"I served in the military, not for long, and in logistics. But I did get to fight a couple of
times with real guns," Hughes said, relaxing and leaning against the mound of dirt behind him. "
Of course, I can't compare to someone like you who crawled back from the brink of death, but at least I have some understanding of war."

"So that's why you like peace, right?"

"Maybe not," Hughes shrugged. "Actually, I can't really explain it. Even the
simplest human decision or thought is actually the result of a lifetime of experiences and feelings." "

That makes sense," I agreed.

It was completely dark, and we didn't continue our conversation. Hughes drifted off to sleep without me noticing, while I
listened intently to every rustle of wind around me, vigilant for any potential enemies.

This wasn't my first night watch; several hours had passed, and my mental state hadn't deteriorated. Actually, I hadn't possessed this level of strength before when
faced with similar situations, so this trial had been relatively
optimistic so far.

This naive thought was shattered by a gunshot in the long night.

A bullet, without warning, streaked across the darkness, piercing my calf,
followed by the belated gunshot. The bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, pierced my leg, tearing out a large chunk of flesh
and bone.

Before the pain could even register, I unleashed my energy, shredding the massive piece of rotten wood
into fragments. Gunshots erupted from all directions, a hail of bullets like a festive fireworks display, overwhelming everything
, yet unable to penetrate my energy storm.

Hughes was within the range of my energy shield, so he wasn't affected by the storm. I grabbed the startled Hughes
and launched myself into the air, charging towards a less intense area of attack.

A man with a gun was in my path. When he saw me charging towards him, he immediately
dropped his gun and drew his sword.

But he underestimated my speed and the intensity of my energy burst, perhaps also not expecting me to
still have the will to fight back under such a sudden attack. Before he could raise his energy level enough, I had already reached him
, my energy-filled divine palace grazing his chest.

I saw a large splatter of blood. The assassin was carried into the air by my immense speed, tumbling several times
before crashing to the ground. I didn't know if the attack was fatal, because it was so dark around.

A sharp pain shot through me, and while trying to maintain my sprinting speed, I looked down at my injuries.

My right leg below the knee was almost completely mangled, with only a thin sliver of flesh
barely together. A tightness gripped my heart, and the excruciating pain sent a cold sweat down my back.

Gritting my teeth, I swiftly chopped off my useless right foot, then used my energy to cauterize
the wound stop the bleeding.

Hughes watched silently as I did this, then spoke.

"Don't take me with you. Go alone."

I was trembling with pain and had no energy left to respond.

"The fact that they were able to find us in that situation means they're far more skilled than we thought.
Neither of us can escape with me. And if it's to kill you, you can just abandon me," Hughes said.

"Shut up," I yelled irritably.

Hughes actually laughed at this moment: "An idealist…"

"Bullshit!" I cursed, "Just shut the fuck up!!"

When forced to choose, I would abandon Hughes and run for my own life, but I could hold on for now,
I told myself.

Whether this was the foolishness of an idealist, I couldn't say for sure.

To conserve energy, I landed after flying for five minutes. Having lost my right leg, I
stumbled and fell to the ground.

Hughes didn't say anything; he picked me up and started
walking .

"At this point, you should just hide yourself. Or split up with me; wouldn't your survival rate be higher?"
I gritted my teeth, using his earlier words to tease him.

"I'd have to use your shield to block bullets," Hughes replied decisively.

"Isn't that the choice of an idealist?"

"Of course not."

My heart pounded wildly with pain, and I tried to control the violent rise and fall of my chest and a helpless laugh
as Hughes carried me through the darkness.

Half an hour later, Hughes was too exhausted to walk anymore. I have to say, his stamina was really impressive.
We leaned against a tree, greedily enjoying a moment of peace.

My reckless outburst had consumed too much of my energy, and I had only recovered a
small fraction of it in this short time. I couldn't help but think that if it were Ranxu, a pure warrior, he should have fully recovered by now.

My right leg was gone, causing irreversible damage to my movements, but it shouldn't
have too much of an impact on escaping. Strangely, I could still be so optimistic in this situation.

However, a clear energy fluctuation soon came from behind; the pursuers were coming.

"Let's go." I turned and carried Hughes on my back, boosting my energy and taking off.

After flying at full speed for another ten minutes, we switched positions again, with Hughes carrying me for a while.

"You know... we should be considered life-or-death friends, right..." Hughes joked, panting.

"I've had many life-or-death friendships, but not many friends," I said.

"Really... the threshold is quite high..."

We repeated our previous pattern of action, constantly fleeing between the dark hills. Whenever
an energy fluctuation appeared, I would use my energy to accelerate for a while, until I realized I only had
a third of .

But this time, the pursuers' energy didn't appear as quickly, and I secretly rejoiced while taking the time
to rest and recover my energy. We found a secluded corner of a cliff surrounded by bushes to hide in, a place where it was difficult to be targeted by a sniper rifle
at long range .

However, just as my energy had recovered to half its previous level, another gunshot rang out in the darkness.

Unlike the first time, I was fully alert this time. So, as soon as the flash went off, I raised
my protective shield.

But it was still too slow; my reflexes couldn't keep up with a bullet. One bullet grazed my upper right
arm, and another pierced the shield and entered my left chest,
stopping less than a centimeter from the flesh due to the shield's resistance.

Hughes groaned, and I saw him clutch his stomach and bend over.

Just like the first time, I charged forward, gripping him tightly, through the hail of bullets. After flying several hundred meters, I
looked down at him and found Hughes looking at me too.

Hughes' lips were bloodless; he looked at me and peacefully shook his head.

A chill ran through me. I slowed down, lowered my altitude to almost touching the ground, and
released his hand.

Without looking back, now unburdened, I flew at the speed expected of a Level 1 energy level
towards the dark distance. Sweat poured from my body, the biting night wind carrying away my heat, and even the bright
moonlight felt chilling.

Energy fluctuations emanated from different directions behind me; it seemed my opponent had also begun flying at full speed to pursue me.

Far off, roughly on the horizon, scattered lights flickered—probably
a town. If I could successfully reach that place, I'd have more room to maneuver.

Just as I was charging forward with this thought in mind, a sudden surge of magical energy emanated from beneath me, and a massive
magic circle blazed on the ground diagonally in front of me.

I was startled. The timing of their magic circle activation was impeccable; I had no
time slow down. More importantly, how did they know I would definitely pass by this spot?

I unleashed energy to the side, barely managing to change direction and leap out of the array 's range 　　just before it activated .

A massive fireball ignited at the center of the array, then exploded outwards, causing a colossal blast.

The explosion's power far exceeded the array's range, but I managed to avoid the epicenter.

My energy shield withstood the impact and flames, but I was thrown dozens of meters away. When I regained
my balance, I saw the forest before me ablaze.

I staggered to my feet, bracing my right foot, which was my own, on the ground, and took a deep breath.

Despair finally welled up from the depths of my heart, but now was not the time to give up. A certain intuition told me that
I shouldn't continue running, because in the current situation, I felt like a small
animal in a maze, a lab rat believing its fate was in its own hands.

"Hmm? Nobody's stopping you, why aren't you running anymore? Or have you finally realized something?"

The crackling forest flames spread like a contagious disease. I saw three people emerge from the firelight
, the leader dressed entirely in black.

Just like when I first met him, he wore the same clothes.

Poison Smoke slowly walked to within a dozen meters of me, a sinister smile on his face as always.

Yes, such a meticulously planned operation, if it was the Shadow Eaters, everything made sense. I hadn't seen the two guys behind
Poison Smoke before, but they were undoubtedly members of the Shadow Eaters.

"Why don't you make a move?" A cold voice came from behind me.

I turned around and saw another person leading seven assassins, just landing from the sky. I recognized that
person too; it was the uninvited guest I encountered long ago in the Shadow Clan's capital, Grey Vane, during my first date with Chu Xie
.

It was Schquin, one of the three leaders of the Ghost Clan.

"What's the rush? Shouldn't we enjoy something this good?" Poison Smoke laughed sharply,
stretching out his arms and yawning.

Schquin didn't speak; he simply drew his weapon and stood quietly behind me, alongside the seven Ghost Clan
assassins.

"Did you think the assassins were terrible at first?" Poison Smoke laughed. "
They got away so easily, and then they hid in that ditch. For an amateur like you,
tracking your tracks in the jungle was way too easy."

He raised a finger and waved it in the air. "Then there was the thermal imager. You hid it well, but a bit
was still showing. How's your foot? Oops, sorry, it seems your foot is gone."

Poison Smoke laughed heartily and continued, "We chased, and you ran. You really have no brains.
Let me teach you. When you can't shake off your pursuers, pointless running is just a waste of energy. Especially
with a burden like that... Are you really that naive to think you can escape like this?"

"The pursuers behind you have spread out a bit, and you've managed to escape from a distance, which is why I
prepared this magic array to wait for you. Actually, this kind of thing can't kill you;
it . But you managed to dodge it. It seems we underestimated you."

I was completely unable to think, not because of despair or anger.

It was resentment… I shouldn't have met him at this time… In this desperate situation
with

almost no energy left, encountering poisonous smoke, I couldn't kill him… An overwhelming sense of resentment welled up in my throat, almost spitting fire. He must die; this is
the only goal that hasn't changed since I entered [Divine Capital].

I turned my head and looked at Shi Quin: "You're standing here, probably also seeking revenge for Wange, right? Do
n't you know who killed her?" "We'll settle things between him and me. But before that, you must die," Shi Quin said

coldly . 　　"Well said." Poison Smoke gave Schquin an exaggerated thumbs-up, then turned back to me. " Now, both the Spectre and the Shadow Eaters have a very good impression of you... It's not easy to organize such a group to assassinate you, so I had to turn to this old friend. When it came to this, we hit it off immediately ." 　　Runsian had said that when there were conflicts within the organization, they could be resolved through duels, but not through backstabbing . This was a rule established before the Spectre split, so it applied to Schquin as well. This was why Poison Smoke could join forces with Schquin to deal with me without any restraint. 　　"How did you track me down?" I asked. 　　"Speaking of which, you did a very good job of keeping your whereabouts secret. But unfortunately, it was Chu Xie who gave us a job, hiring our people, so we knew you were coming and knew your destination . But in other words, precisely because the secrecy was so good, rest assured, no reinforcements will suddenly find you." 　　The question in my mind was answered, but actually, it didn't matter whether it was answered or not. Facing two newly promoted super soldiers , and level zero assassins who wouldn't hesitate to use the dirtiest methods to defeat their opponents, I couldn't think of any way to win. 　　I looked at Schquin and spoke again, "I hope to fight Poison Smoke one-on-one. No matter who dies, I'll... " 　　"Don't dream. If you wanted to fight one-on-one, you would n't have gone through all this trouble to make your move now." Poison Smoke interrupted me loudly. "Schquin, it's up to you whether you come or not. But the three of us will attack ." 　　"Go ahead, with us here, we're not afraid he'll escape." Schquin said this, and he and the other assassins spread out in a circle at a distance. 　　Poison Smoke slowly approached me, with a playful smile. 　　"Have you always wanted to kill me? Do you feel particularly sorry for me? Do you want a fair duel? But have you ever thought that someone like me would never choose a duel?" 　　"You don't deserve to be called a warrior." I said calmly. 　　Poison Smoke nodded vigorously: "Of course. I'm not Aismiry, not Runshian, and certainly not Elegy . But as long as I can win in battle, this way of life suits me better." 　　"Why did you kill Elegy?" I asked, forcing back my last shred of reason.

Runshian once told me that he hadn't given a kill order to Elegy. Therefore, Elegy's death must
have been Poison Smoke's own will, something I desperately wanted to know.

"Yeah...why?" Poison Smoke chuckled. "Because I can't have this woman, so I want
her dead? Because she killed my men during the Ghost War? Or because I just want to defile that aloof
woman, even after she's dead? Do you think I'd be so open with a dying man's questions?
Hahahaha! Do you think this is a movie?"

Poison Smoke's expression quickly turned cold. He took a few steps back, then a few more.

He retreated to the side of the other two Shadow Eaters. Just as I was wondering why he was retreating,
he spoke again, shouting what I didn't want to hear.

"Body Erosion, Contract Armor!!"

Thick, liquid-like black energy engulfed Poison Smoke's body, just like
when Chu Xie and I fought him together. A chilling, bone-deep terror quickly enveloped him.

These kinds of assassins never leave their prey any chance; hunting a rabbit with a lion is their choice.

"Cangzhui, Contract Armor!!"

I roared in despair, but naturally, nothing appeared.

Cangzhui was now in the endless abyss; even if she could hear my cries, she couldn't possibly transmit the Contract Armor
to me.

"Cangzhui, Contract Armor!!"

"Contract Armor!!"

The excruciating pain from my wounds relentlessly consumed my consciousness, and my energy was utterly incapable of contending with Poison Smoke.
I cried out for any glimmer of hope, but it only fueled my despair.

A chill ran through my chest, the chill deepening. I gripped the Divine Palace tightly, using energy to
levitate , prepared to fight to the death.

Two Zero Shifts, one Zero Slash—this was all I could rely on. But I also knew that Poison Smoke,
as a member of the Shadow Eaters, should be well aware of the power I possessed.

The short sword in Poison Smoke's hand was covered in black energy, condensing into a blade over a meter long. He slowly
walked towards me, without using acceleration—to guard against my Zero Slash.

The Contract Armor could mitigate the damage from Zero Slash; I had discovered this when fighting Broken Tail. If Poison Smoke
had known I only had one Zero Slash left, a single level-zero acceleration attack from him would have been enough to kill
me.

The other two Shadow Eaters surrounded me from the side, boosting their energy; one of them began
drawing a magic circle on the ground.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. This kind of setup really showed how much they valued me.

I didn't want to die; I had so many things I couldn't bear to part with, but they hadn't given me any chance.
At this moment, I felt utterly powerless and insignificant.

So I understood the mentality of those who frantically pursue power.

Abandoning everything might grant them power unparalleled by anything, at least enough to prevent me from being killed here in such
a wretched state by the very person I most wanted to kill.

But if I abandoned everything, what value did I have in living?

This might be the last question of my life, a question that would never have an answer.

My chest began to burn.

The icy feeling suddenly turned scalding hot.

Then I realized it wasn't just a figment of my imagination.

I couldn't help but groan in pain; a strong burning sensation almost scorched my chest.

Before I could even bend down to check my condition, a black energy hole suddenly appeared before me. It wasn't an attack, because Poison Smoke and the others stopped in their tracks

when they saw the expanding energy hole . 　　The pure black energy hole slowly expanded, then suddenly erupted into an unstoppable energy storm. High-density energy generated bluish-black lightning, tearing apart the ground . 　　Poison Smoke and the others quickly retreated, but I didn't move, because I was caught in the eye of the storm. 　　The flashes blinded me, and amidst a terrifying explosion, I heard a soft thud. 　　When the storm subsided, I saw a familiar figure slowly rise from the ground. A 　　heavy black robe, with a lone, sharp horn peeking out from the high white fur collar. 　　My heart pounded faster and faster, almost bursting. 　　Asaga slowly straightened up before me. She looked exactly the same as . 　　"Human." Asaga smiled at me, a smile brimming with complex emotions— gratification , nostalgia, resolve, and a touch of sorrow. She greeted me playfully, just as always. 　　Her appearance at this moment, in this way, was like that of an angel. 　　I just realized that the coldness and burning sensation in my heart earlier had come from the broken horn that once belonged to Asaga, hanging on my chest. 　　My lips trembled, my throat was as dry as a desert; I had so much to say, yet I didn't know where to begin . 　　There were still more than a dozen powerful enemies around, but at this moment, I had cast them aside. 　　"You're back…" I murmured. 　　Asaga came over, cupped my face in her hands, and pressed her forehead against mine. In that instant, I felt her aura had completely changed. Her former innocence had transformed into a pride that could look down upon the world; she had begun to resemble a queen who could bear the weight of her people. 　　"Cangzhui heard your call, but she couldn't locate you. So she sent me a message from the Abyss, telling me you were in dire straits. That's why I came." 　　Hearing Asaga's nonchalant description, I instinctively felt uneasy. 　　"But you promised to come find me as soon as the Dimensional City was completed..." 　　Asaga's expression darkened: "I sacrificed the unfinished Dimensional City to the Abyss, using the power of its destruction to open the passage to the Coordinates. Now I have lost the Abyss's favor, and I no longer have the right to ascend the throne."

I held her tightly, an indescribable surge of emotion welling up in my chest.

She had entered the abyss to defeat Cang Zhui, yet she had resolutely abandoned her future because of a single sentence from Cang Zhui.
I called upon Cang Zhui's power, and only a few seconds passed until Asa appeared. Asa
didn't struggle; she immediately relinquished everything belonging to Riolet for me.

She didn't hesitate about whether Cang Zhui was deceiving her, whether he was throwing out
false information to destroy her as his enemy; she made the decision to change everything. I think even if Asa knew that Cang Zhui
was using my situation to provoke her, she would still make the same choice.

Cang Zhui knew that Asa wanted to kill her and reclaim my contract; she also knew that if she told Asa
that I was in danger, Asa would definitely come to my side at the cost of the Dimensional City. This
awareness that transcended obsession overwhelmed me.

"Didn't you think about your future? Why did you make such a foolish choice? Didn't you say that
all Riolet people are selfish?!" I blurted out.

"We must survive together first," Asaga said lightly. She was so composed, as if she had already
accepted the reality.

At this moment, everyone stood still at a distance, except for one assassin from the poisonous smoke side who rushed over. This
was a scout sent to test Asaga's strength. The girl's sudden appearance in a frenzied manner
had a great deterrent effect on everyone present.

The assassin leaped high into the air, raising his sword and thrusting it straight at Asaga. His attack
left a very obvious flaw, a feint to lure Asaga into a counterattack. If I'm not mistaken
, he should have already prepared some kind of spell that could change the course of the battle.

Forced to stop talking, Asaga revealed a cold expression. She felt the energy vibration from the other party,
but she didn't turn around. Instead, she shouted a name.

"Rogner!!"

Another energy hole appeared, but it was far less earth-shattering than her appearance. The Abyss Devourer's massive,
streamlined body leaped out from the black spatial gap. Rogna appeared so suddenly, almost
right next to the attacking assassin. The assassin had no time to react and was swallowed whole.

Its gaping maw, filled with sharp teeth, easily tore through the assassin's protective shield, leaving no
chance for any follow-up attacks. Rogna whipped its head around, sending half of its mangled body flying.

Later, I learned from the girl's account that Asaga's journey from the Abyss to the mortal world was entirely due to her own
power and the coordinates she projected onto me, but Rogna was different. Asaga had actively
summoned it , and Rogna had already signed a master-servant contract with Asaga at the Devourer King's behest. Asaga
possessed the contract coordinates it used for navigation. In other words, as long as Asaga was powerful enough, she could
open a passage for Rogna.

The time Asaga summoned Rogna for a few seconds to deal with the Shadow Clan's pursuit was
completely different from this summoning; at that time, Asaga's power was utterly insufficient to support Rogna's arrival in the Dark Side. Using
a balloon as an analogy, the abyss is the inside of the balloon, while the outside is the dark side. Rogner could only
create a small bulge from inside the balloon to exert a weak and temporary influence on the dark side. But now, Asaga has simply punctured
the balloon , allowing Rogner to directly enter the human world.

This is because the "ice" of the human world is thick enough to withstand Rogner's power without causing him to
"fall beneath the ice."

Asaga, having sacrificed the dimensional city she built using endless abyssal energy, has gained
terrifying power. Although she has gradually weakened since then, she
has at least surpassed the ordinary level zero.

It's a fact I've known for a long time that not all Abyssal Leorets are humanoid.
As Leorets grow stronger, they face many different choices, the most efficient and common being to use
massive amounts of power to shape their bodies into human form. Compared to royalty who are born with perfect human forms, the Riorets who rise from
the bottom must spend thousands of years to stand
on the same starting line as the royals.

The Miyako clan member Shirou, whom I encountered long ago on the intercontinental ship in the [Divine Capital], is
an example of someone still in the process of physical transformation.

However, in a sense, even the lowest-ranking monsters,
treated , have a chance to gradually develop self-awareness and advanced intelligence, reshape their human form,
and even ascend the throne.

Yet, Riorets have another option: to retain their animalistic instincts, abandon
human intelligence and cognitive abilities, and dedicate their power entirely to strengthening themselves. The
Hundred-Eyed Serpent of the Pupil Clan, which I led a small team to kill in the resistance, is an example of this; their strength is terrifying, but their intelligence is only
equivalent to that a wild beast in the modern world.

Similar beings exist in different races. I once heard Asaka describe the most
powerful . Surprisingly, the only thing her description reminded me of was
the being known as a "dragon" in human mythology. Covered in thick scales, with a long tail and wings, it
looked exactly like the monsters I'd heard in stories since childhood.

I thought, perhaps mythology isn't entirely fictional. Maybe in human history, dragons really did
pierce through the barriers of the abyss into the mortal world.

Besides, I hadn't forgotten that the sacred artifact stolen from the Eye Clan by Elegy was called the [Eye of the Demon Dragon].

When the beast-type Riolet evolves to its extreme, it finally gains advanced intelligence. Some of these dragons
dwell in the corners of the dimensional cities of each clan's king, while others have established their own dimensional cities and attached themselves to other main dimensional
cities. What I know is that they often possess a power that disdains being controlled by others; even
the Abyss Governor cannot command them.

Rogner is such a magical beast. Its intelligence isn't high; at least it doesn't use language.
But just thinking about it, a magical beast that has followed the Devourer King for thousands of years, even if it only exists as a pet or mount for the Devourer King
, is enough to rival those abyssal dragons.

The giant steel wolf from the abyss devoured most of the body in its mouth in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a mouthful of succulent flesh.
Blood rained down from the sky, the six-meter-long body causing a small tremor upon impact.

The Specters and Shadow Eaters had seen all sorts of Abyssal Leorets, so they weren't
intimidated by the giant wolf before them. But the fact that a beast summoned by Asaga could bite through a high-level warrior's shield
was a pressure that couldn't be ignored.

Rogner strolled to Asaga and me, shielding us with his massive body. Asaga
casually placed her hand on the armor on its forehead, her fingers lightly tapping.

In a daze, I seemed to see the shadow of her father. That king who briefly appeared from the darkness of the Fallen Lands
had left a deep impression on me.

If she hadn't betrayed the Abyss's grace for me, she might truly have become a Devourer King…

Now is not the time for regret and remorse, because our crisis is not over. Even if Asaga
now possesses level zero power, it cannot bridge the current power gap between us.

"Tsk... If the game's over, we'll have to fight it out together." Poison Smoke turned to look at the wreckage of
his companion lying nearby and clicked his tongue.

"Team up with you? I'm not interested." Schquin said coldly, but he also raised his sword.

"Oh? If you let this kid get away, you'll have a lot of trouble when you get back. There are quite a few
of his fans on Ghost's side, right?"

"If we're talking about trouble, you'll probably have a bigger headache. If Runecian finds out you killed him, you
should pay with your life, since you ruined his plans."

After Schquin said this, Poison Smoke's composure seemed to slowly dissipate.

"Fine, if you won't team up, then we'll deal with them one by one!"

Poison Smoke, clad in contract armor, charged towards us with his remaining assassin, and Schquin
and the others moved as well.

"They're after you. Protect yourself first, revenge can wait." Asaga
said calmly to me, tearing off her heavy robe. Before I could even appreciate the girl's exquisite figure, Asaga
unleashed her power.

Awakening of the Abyss.

Layers of armored scythes instantly filled the space above my head; Asaga's Awakening of the Abyss was different from its initial
form . The Awakening of the Abyss, which had previously resembled a bizarre, exoskeleton insect, now possessed many shimmering magical runes,
and the single horn atop the girl's head in the center creaked as it transformed into a full-length crescent shape.

Rogner faced the poisonous smoke, while Asaga charged towards Schquinin's side. Using her massive body, she intercepted
five people, including Schquinin, while the other three assassins successfully evaded her and reached my
side.

Survival was enough; I had to leave alive with Asaga. I told myself this,
focusing all my attention on channeling my sword intent into my weapon, then condensing the Soul Redemption Armor.

As the armor completely covered my body, I suddenly realized that my missing right foot had been
replaced —a bony foot. Although it wasn't a limb I could control at will, at least
it allowed me to regain my balance on the ground.

The moment the armor successfully materialized, the opponent's first strike was already upon me. I raised my hand to deflect his attack, making
a wide-ranging sideways movement. Because I knew that assassins from the top mercenary groups in the underworld possessed a level of coordination
beyond my comprehension.

Sure enough, even though I calculated more than twice the lead time, the opponent still intercepted my movement.
Another assassin's blade grazed my ribs, thankfully not penetrating deeply, leaving only a
scratch .

Facing opponents of this caliber, a one-on-one fight was already troublesome, but now I had to face three of them, which
was truly despairing. Moreover, I knew that Asaga couldn't possibly stop the other five. Even if only
Schquin escaped Asaga's clutches, my death would be imminent.

But I was no longer in despair, because I saw Asaga again. I naively believed that fate hadn't forced her to sacrifice all her persistence and pride
as a Riolette just so that the two of us wouldn't die in this place . 　　Or perhaps we truly cannot escape this place, but so what? 　　The girl's return has given me immeasurable courage—the courage to face death. 　　In ten seconds, I've been struck four times, and my Soul Redemption Armor has shattered in three places. With less than half my energy remaining, even condensing the armor is a struggle, let alone repairing the damaged parts . 　　Meanwhile, Poison Smoke suddenly erupts, engaging Rogner in a mutually destructive clash, forcing the giant wolf back two meters before accelerating in the opposite direction towards my location. 　　He's so eager to kill me, far more eager than Schquin. Rogner, with his massive body and the mobility of his beast form, is an extremely difficult opponent. Poison Smoke wouldn't have been able to escape Rogner's entanglement so quickly if it weren't for the defensive capabilities of his contracted armor . 　　But this also conveniently gives me a chance to kill him. 　　Facing the attack of three, I lean back, sacrificing my balance to gain two meters of distance in the direction Poison Smoke is charging towards , and then unleash Zero Slash. 　　Poison Smoke's body paused abruptly in mid-air before plummeting towards the ground. To my disappointment, he twisted his body before crashing down, bracing himself with his hands on the ground to regain his balance, and half-knelt there. 　　This was my last chance. At that moment, I had forgotten Asaga's instructions, thinking only of taking Poison Smoke's life. 　　Two energy blades mercilessly slammed into me, my Soul Redemption Armor shattering under the powerful attack to absorb the damage. This was something I had anticipated; these assassins wouldn't let go of the opening I had left in my desperate gamble . Two bloody gashes appeared on my back, the excruciating pain almost making me lose consciousness, but I still lunged at Poison Smoke. 　　The Divine Palace slashed upwards, attempting to cut into Poison Smoke's body from under his ribs. 　　Poison Smoke leaped up from the ground, performing a dazzling somersault in the direction of the Divine Palace's slash. 　　The blade barely grazed him, but failed to sever his contract armor. 　　As Poison Smoke dodged in mid-air, he simultaneously fired an energy blast at me. Using all my strength to...

Having launched an attack, I had no room to dodge and could only take the hit head-on.

I didn't know the severity of his injuries, but Poison Smoke was already at level zero, and his energy blast easily
shattered my protective shield, knocking me to the ground.

Dizzy and disoriented, I tried to get up, but Poison Smoke's energy-enhanced blade was already in front of me.

At the critical moment, a cyan energy spike whistled through the air, striking Poison Smoke directly in the back.
Poison Smoke immediately withdrew his attack and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The two-meter-long, slender energy spike pierced through Poison Smoke's contract armor, pinning his right forearm to
the ground.

Dozens of energy spikes rained down on us, forcing the Ghost assassins chasing me to
slow down and scramble to avoid them. They hadn't focused their attention entirely on me like Poison Smoke had, which was why
they weren't hit.

Fortunately, the attacks weren't targeting me, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to dodge. Now I'm covered in wounds,
and even getting up is extremely difficult.

Those slender energy spikes weren't simply energy compression attacks; they glowed bluish-green as they stuck into the ground,
not disappearing immediately but rubbing against the air, emitting an unstable buzzing sound. It was
an attack aided by magic, and its power was immense; even contract armor couldn't withstand such a strike.

Five unexpected warriors appeared at the edge of the battlefield; the attack came from their direction.

Schquinin and his group, locked in combat with Asaga, abandoned their attack upon discovering the uninvited guests and
regrouped, covering each other. Asaga, seeing this, immediately reverted to her Abyss Awakening state and rushed
to my side. Rogner was also summoned by her, assuming a defensive stance.

Poison Smoke's arm remained pinned to the ground; he knelt, cautiously observing the situation, with the other
assassin protecting him. Both Schquinin and he appeared extremely wary, because
anyone who could come to this desolate battlefield at this time and specifically intervene in the fight couldn't possibly be an uninvolved
busybody .

"Schquinin, leave now, and I'll spare your life," a man's voice said. The voice carried a hint
of nonchalance, yet was icy cold.

In the distant, blazing firelight, I saw that the speaker was a dragon I'd never seen before, and
the people behind him were all my kin.

"Who are you?" Schquin asked, his eyes narrowed, his tone filled with murderous intent.

"Anyway, someone who can kill you," the man smirked.

The unexpected intruder disrupted their plans. Schquin didn't even utter
a second word; with a wave of his hand, he and the seven members of the Ghost Clan turned and flew away.

The man turned to Poison Smoke: "You're not getting away, Poison Smoke."

Poison Smoke suddenly let out a hoarse laugh: "Is there some misunderstanding? I don't seem to know you."

The man was about to speak when Poison Smoke ripped his right arm from the energy spikes.
Torn flesh and blood splattered everywhere, but it didn't slow Poison Smoke's escape. He and the assassin
soared , charging madly into the depths of the burning forest.

Poison Smoke, after all, was a master of the underworld. He knew very well that in this situation, the only way to survive was to fight for his life in the harshest
environment . That scorching inferno might take his life, but it would also become the biggest
obstacle for his pursuers.

The five warriors, at their leader's signal, immediately gave chase, while the man
gave me a complex look before leaving.

I couldn't understand the meaning in that look; I only knew that I probably wouldn't die this time.

Asagi helped me to my feet with difficulty: "How are you? Can you hold on?"

My right leg was broken, and the gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and energy burns had already exhausted me, but at this
moment I remained remarkably conscious.

"Asagi..."

"I'm here," the girl responded quietly.

I wanted to tell her that it was so good that she was here, but that also meant the shattering of her resolve.
At this moment , I still didn't know what to say to her.

"Let's live together,"

the girl smiled, a smile of relief and acceptance of fate: "This is the only choice, isn't it?"

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