The War God has fallen.
The Lord stood on the balcony, watching the massive form of the War God being subdued by the evil and barbaric figure, as if he had lost all strength and slumped to the ground.
In his ears ca the sound of burning wood, the lantations of his kind, and the shrieks of the Insect Swarm.
We made a wrong choice.
The Lord thought.
It was roused by Morris’s strong speech, believing this to be the Spirit race’s destiny. They had no other path, only by self-sacrifice, awakening the Shinigami, could they end the Spirit race’s curse and suffering that had spread for countless millennia. But really, is this what it wanted?
The Lord lowered his head, all he could feel now was endless pain and sorrow. Their faith, their guiding light, had fallen. So, could they really complete their mission?
No, you cannot.
A gentle voice appeared at the Lord’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
The fate of the Spirit race has long been sealed, why not try to accept it all?
"No, we shouldn’t do this........."
You once did, rember that history, full of joy, indulgence, and pride. That was your history, and it has made everything now. You are just lost, children.
The voice was as gentle as a maiden’s soft arms, softly stroking the Lord’s neck, breathing like orchids at his ear.
You should return, face your fate.
You will not be destroyed, you will be with .
"No—————!"
The Lord’s voice beca high-pitched, he wanted to show his strength, but in this empty room it sounded more like the lant of a boastful pretense.
"We will never submit!"
This is not submission.
The voice did not waver at all, calm, gentle, as if recounting an established fact.
This is just your fate, you see it as fall, endless pain, but is it really? Do you not wish to regain your previous glory? The days when the Spirit race ruled the universe? Return to that ti, everything was within grasp.
"I........."
The Lord fell silent, his mind filled with mories of those glorious tis. Once, the Spirit race had conquered the stars, becoming the masters of the Milky Way. Their thoughts were the supre Holy Canon, their battleships covered the skies, they were the masters of this world. They indulged in pleasure, craved joy.........
Pleasure!
Recalling those wanton days, the Lord shuddered suddenly.
But......wasn’t that normal?
They had ruled everything, so what they sought was naturally the utmost joy. Because this was their right as rulers of the Milky Way, they had the qualification, the power to enjoy it all.
Yes, exactly so.
The whispers reappeared, calm, gentle, composed.
This is but the rule and law, all things are so. Yearning to enjoy, craving joy, longing for happiness. You did nothing wrong, you have already touched that further road, leading to the end. But, your rigid minds were not yet ready to accept it.
So we ran away.
The Lord bowed his head, weeping softly. He felt like an old stubborn man, that voice did not bla, it just comforted him, but this only made the Lord feel more pain inside. Indeed, the Spirit race had always longed to return to the forr glory, blaming all disasters on the Lord of Joy.
But, is this truly correct?
Did we make the wrong choice from the start?
Co back, my child.
It called to him.
You are the last survivors, I will not harm you, I have the sa goal as you. We shall once again rebuild the glory of the Spirit race, scattering it across every corner of this universe.
Accompanied by this voice, scenes unfolded in the Lord’s mind. Countless Spirit Clan Battleships traversed the starry sky, their beautiful and elegant hulls reflecting a purple glory. Every Spirit race being aboard indulged in enjoynt, dancing, singing. Praising the eternal Deity, and in their song, lower races on one planet after another humbly chose to submit.
Finally, that brilliant and beautiful purple would envelop the entire universe, and the glory of the Spirit race would return!
Make the Spirit race great again!
And it, as the Spirit Clan Lord, clad in luxurious, beautiful, dazzling armor stood at the forefront, receiving the homage and cheers from all things in the universe. Because behind it was the greatest, most beautiful, most dazzling, most sacred existence in this universe.
The Lord stood up, feeling that his heart was no longer so fearful. Indeed, the Spirit race should stride towards a new era, they were wrong, always wrong. This was not the enemy of the Spirit race, but their future. They should embrace and accept this future like everyone else, not fear it, nor distance themselves from it.
But even so, it still patiently waited for their repentance, believing that one day they would understand this truth and return to its side.
Oh, what a great love this is!
The Lord felt tears welling up in its eyes, repenting its ignorance and foolishness, acknowledging the need to make ands for its mistakes.
There’s still ti!
But how to do it?
The mont the question appeared in the Lord’s mind, it was answered. A delicate and beautiful dagger, forged from flesh and soul, appeared out of thin air in its hand. It stared at the dagger, srized by its exquisite craftsmanship, reminiscing about the glorious past of the Spirit race. Holding this dagger, it felt as if it was transported back to that era.
Everything was so wonderful then, and now, its hope was to bring it all back again.
The Lord turned away, no longer focusing on the slaughter and destruction outside, having a new, sacred mission.
It would fight for the new future of the Spirit race.
"Thud!"
The heavy door crashed open as the girls and Night Guard stord into the Spirit race palace, breaking through the Insect Race’s onslaught. It took considerable effort. If it weren’t for Duanmu Huai colliding with Kane, the two wild behemoths rolling and crushing the surrounding insect army, they might have had a tougher ti escaping.
But to everyone’s surprise, when they rushed into the Spirit race palace, they weren’t t with the expected firepower and attack, but instead......
Nothing at all??
"What’s going on?"
Seeing the empty hall before her, Lorena was taken aback and couldn’t help but ask.
"Could they have already fled?"
"Aikute is watching over there, and no one has left the ark yet."
Mary shook her head.
"Let’s keep moving, as Frieren suggested, let’s take over the main control here... What’s that sound?"
However, Mary stopped before she could finish her sentence, and the others quickly fell silent, curiously listening. Soon, they heard it.
From the depths of the palace ca heartrending screams and wild laughter.
"...What’s happening?"
The group exchanged glances, staring ahead.
The insect swarm wouldn’t laugh; their cries were real, and the Night Guard remained silent in battle, so where was this laughter coming from?
"Tap tap tap tap!!"
At that mont, rapid footsteps echoed, and they looked toward the sound to see a Spirit race mber staggering and running toward them from the other side of the corridor. Seeing them, instead of stopping, it ran even faster, waving its arms at them.
"Kill , quickly! Kill !"
"???"
Faced with the Spirit race’s wail, everyone was bewildered, completely clueless about the situation. Suddenly, shadows descended from above, landing beside the Spirit race mber.
It was a creature riding a serpent-like monster, neither male nor female. Its arm had morphed into a sharp scimitar, and it reached out and pierced the Spirit race’s body. The Spirit race let out a heart-rending scream, rging indistinguishably with the cries from the palace depths.
"Don’t leave, my dear darling."
The androgynous fiend opened its mouth, its tongue snaking out like a serpent, licking the Spirit race’s cheek, then turned to reveal dark, malicious eyes staring at the group.
Seeing this, the group tensed. As mbers of the Tribunal, they had watched the Tribunal’s propaganda videos and knew full well the nature of the foe before them.
Lackeys of the Evil God, demons from Subspace.
"Ah, lovely little darlings, it seems you’ve arrived just in ti."
The fiend grinned, revealing a maw full of sharp teeth.
"We’re hosting a wonderful banquet, and I wonder if you’d care to join us? Oh, I believe you won’t refuse, for you simply cannot refuse!"
As it spoke, shadows began descending from all sides, each as twisted and grotesque as the previous demon, mounted on serpent-like steeds. Simultaneously, a pink mist erged, enveloping the group—this was enough to stimulate the spirit to unprecedented heights and cause one to lose their mind in sheer madness.
Yet, they dissipated.
The golden skull radiated cold, black flas, its dark eye sockets filled with destructive auras, rcilessly erasing all warmth and affection, returning them to nothingness.
Both sides raised their weapons.
Then, gunfire erupted, and a new battle ensued.
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