Above Candle Mountain’s Sky Island, rows of cannon muzzles erged. As the most crucial starting point, how could it lack defense? Flas flickered, and a series of explosive booms echoed like thunder, flashing intermittently in the darkness, heating, boiling, and evaporating both enemies and the cold wind.
Humans and Qilins supported the firepower stronghold, while dragons and phoenixes clad in armor soared together towards the front line.
In this world where the sun is extinguished and the moon forever hangs, the Demon Calamity never ends. At any ti, in any place, all life is prepared for battle.
However.
Even so, the firepower of Candle Mountain could never be so fierce, fierce enough to almost ignite a sun in the darkness.
The ssenger who had already charged ahead, leading the assault toward the Dragon Demon horde, couldn’t help but turn their head.
Then, they saw a remnant of a fleet appear at the farthest edge of the horizon, thousands of cannon mouths flickering like stars, transforming beams of light into teors, crashing into the demons’ formation.
This fleet was dusty and extraordinarily fierce; with vision enhanced by Feather Transformation armant, the ssenger could see that this fleet had definitely encountered a hard battle, so of the warships even had huge damage to their hulls, and maintaining flight was a miracle.
Yet they still ca, even if battered, even if scarred, they didn’t break their promise like everyone had anticipated.
The first reinforcents broke through the blockade of the fleeing faction, arriving punctually at their real battlefield.
Seeing this scene, even knowing that this battle would be brutal and there’s a great chance of dying despite having reinforcents, the ssenger couldn’t help but genuinely smile.
— Indeed, father, perhaps this world indeed has cold-blooded plotters who use the thoughts of all beings as chess pieces, sages viewing us as sacrifices for greater benefits, yet there will always be so... foolish, uncompromising, ever-resistant, ever-refusing people.
People like us.
Turning back, under the Feather Transformation armant’s observation portal, scarlet light lit up. The ssenger, warrior raised the giant sword in hand, transforming into a teor, pierced the darkness, and charged into the depths of the roaring Dragon Demon horde.
...
But the battle was more brutal than imagined.
The Dragon Demons were unexpected enemies, and other evil demons flying from the Sea Abyss—those human-shaped, phoenix-shaped, Qilin-shaped, of various types, oddly-shaped, dark ones sward in, joined the encirclent.
They never feared, unlike life, won’t retreat, won’t feel fear, and as incarnations of fallen past Heavenly Demons, even more difficult to deal with, because this was so kind of natural malicious power.
Slaughtering, destroying, bleeding, being blown away, heavily injured, dizzy, gritting teeth to nd, breaking through enemy lines, being blocked, besieged, support tearing through blockades, counterattacking again, forced retreat, repair, charging again, slaughtering... repeating with different details, different tactics, different directions, different intensity, but only the essence of battle remaining the sa.
No military discipline, no coordination as the reinforcents fleet reached the front, the entire battlefield turned into a at grinder, the bravest cultivators after raising their swords to slaughter hundreds of tis, their throats would instinctively wail, perhaps a lant, or just numb sounds, struggling, shaking, so would collapse, never to rise again, but so continued to fight.
Endless, wearying, the ssenger charges through enemy formations back and forth, retreating, cutting through in loops, then dashing out from the enemy’s other side, each comrade rescuing him looked different, he subconsciously calculated the numbers of those different faces, from one to fifty, from fifty to a hundred, sotis when hit by Dragon Demons’ tails on the head, by evil demons’ axes on the chest, he’d forget where he just counted to, forced to start again.
The power of Feather Transformation armant was undeniable, whenever desired, he could easily tear through any evil demons’ battle line, yet there were too many, too many, black enemy horde stretched endlessly, saw no reduction, corpses multiplied, whether enemies’ or their own, sadness turned numb, fear grew dull, even fury beca void, until finally, only pure nothingness remained.
And this too was a kind of demonic invasion.
— Accept it, you will die here, this is fate.
— Submit, light will be devoured, this is the end.
When will the second reinforcents arrive? This was the thought swirling in the minds of most people when they still had hope, but this thought quickly vanished, for it seed that even if ten more reinforcents ca, nothing would change, the ssenger gripped his teeth to persist, had no other thoughts, only pure battle.
He didn’t want to accept, didn’t want to submit.
This relentless perseverance...
allowed him to vaguely see a fla.
"Stars!"
"It’s stars!"
Drawing the sword from the enemy’s carcass, the ssenger could vaguely hear sporadic calls, screams, and the roar of warship engines, the demon horde’s numbers were suddenly thinning for so unknown reason, maybe it was an illusion, but...
light truly appeared at the top of the Heavenly Do.
Starlight descended.
Thin silver threads abruptly appeared, then plumted towards the darkness. Under the illumination of this light, the source of the Dragon Demons, Yinglong’s corpse trembled slightly, the long-dead remains suddenly shook violently, raising a dust storm, between this hazy light and mist, it seed a smile could be discerned from the hideous jaws.
It was the center of starlight, the radiant stars fell consecutively upon the dragon’s remains, the pitch-black Dragon Demons were imdiately ignited, turning into silver torches, and the evil demons, who supposedly had no fear at all, started panicking and fleeing upon seeing this silver firelight, but to no avail, for the stars were innurable and endless.
A streak of starlight fell in the distant darkness, within islands shrouded by the Dark Realm, instantly lighting up a giant light spot, a bowl-shaped light ball rapidly expanded, enveloped, then one after another, light balls densely flashed in the dark, countless evil demons were extinguished in this mont.
The counterattack comnced.
The stalemate battle line began to push forward, Candle Mountain was no longer the very forefront, enormous battleships sped above Candle Mountain’s summit, they were like a hunting shark school, poised to crush the evil demons’ line under this unexpected starlight support, penetrate deep into darkness, reclaim the Dragon Emperor’s remains.
Starlight continued to rain down.
And Candle Light remained bright.
The ssenger, warrior, stood atop the mountain soaked in blood, Dragon Demon remains piled into new peaks, cradling a fragnted, one remaining ard corpse tightly holding onto a weapon.
He raised his head, the child embraced the father, looking towards the Heavenly Do.
He saw it, a Sword Light.
A sword mark that brought down starlight, tore through the Heaven and Earth mbrane.
The Collapse, year forty-nine.
Void beyond the World.
The Huaixu Alliance joined forces with the four Great Wilderness Heaven Venerates, as Candle Mountain’s light illuminated the darkness, revealing the dragon’s remains to the world again, using Yinglong’s self-sacrificing remnant as the fulcrum, they pried open the Heaven and Earth mbrane of the Huaixu-Great Wilderness Realm that had been closed for forty-nine years.
From afar, the Day Realm core, the center of the Wilderness Alliance, at the nearly universal awe, the children born after the Collapse opened their school’s windows, they exclaid and pointed fingers at the sky outside, witnessing the falling starlight from the top of the Heavenly Do as referred to as stars by their elders, their pupils reflecting silver lines descending.
The opportunity to reclaim the holand appeared.
Along with it, more abundant chaos, more wars, more intricate mysteries.
And a grander beginning.
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