Chapter 909: Chapter 590: Finally Together with the Light
[Experience Points: 39523W/470W]
Chen Lun felt his heart racing.
This is nearly four billion experience points…
Who can level up faster than him?
‘Level up!’
Chen Lun could no longer contain himself and directly allocated his massive stored experience points to his Main Occupation [Sequence Three – Dramatist LV17].
Continuous flickering of golden light.
He actually leveled up to max in one go!
[Dramatist LVMAX (Level 70)]!
[You feel your body strengthened, Life Limit 5300, Physical Strength Limit 2650, Sanity Limit 53, Strength 106, Agility 159, Endurance 106, Intelligence 159!]
[You have gained 53 Skill Points, 159 Attribute Points!]
Chen Lun exhaled deeply, then spent the accumulated attribute points at great speed. Even facing the diminishing returns, he still chose to distribute points broadly, compensating for so minor deficiencies in Strength and Endurance.
Finally, his current base attributes beca:
Strength 800, Agility 816, Endurance 800, Intelligence 819.
Overall exceeding the demigod attribute threshold of 150 points!
anwhile, the five remaining mory slots of [Animal Mimicry], after max leveling, finally loosened and unlocked…
Chen Lun can now accommodate five more mythical creature traits!
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“What exactly did Jack do?!”
The players were astounded.
Under countless points of illumination, all they could see were dazzling white crystallizations… the ground, mountain of corpses, and even the Insect People “statues” in various poses and expressions standing in place.
The world seed to have paused, replaced with new attire.
It’s nad “Pale Garnt”!
Frey and Akebin, along with other Golden Cup mbers, and the remaining mbers all cast eyes of awe at the black-hatted gentleman.
“Vice Speaker Jack actually altered the end of darkness with mighty power…”
“Even the insect tide has perished because of it!”
Noah’s eyes shone brightly, staring at the pale land, murmuring:
“So beautiful…”
He couldn’t suppress the strong urge to create that surged from his heart, imdiately using [Bone Gallery] to summon easel and chair, starting to depict the scene on the spot.
Nearby Maggie and Floey were also taken aback, Alec even pulled out paper and pen, writing a hymn.
Polaris Squad stood among the player crowd, surrounded by an endless vulgar expression of shock.
“Damn…”
“It’s really mind-blowing, he opened the door to being stupefying with stupefying, way over the top!”
“What kind of technique is this Jack using? I really want to learn it…”
The dense crystallized statues stood undaunted, presenting a sort of odd yet magnificent extre beauty.
Arno lifted a broken sword, his eyes flickering like candlelight.
Martin Gustus scanned the silent pale world, saying sternly:
“Your Majesty Jack Spett, this isn’t a sequence ability from the path of destiny… Did you perhaps borrow knowledge from adjoining paths and mastered more potent mythical might?”
“Hmm.”
Chen Lun adjusted his hat, admiring his masterpiece.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Indeed, very beautiful…”
Martin Gustus was first amazed, then murmured:
“But also very lethal.”
Crack, crack…
Crack, crack, crack…
The crystallization continued spreading incessantly.
Soon, it reached below the dark stars, infecting and covering the deep holes filled with black viscous liquid.
Clusters of white crystals grew and blood in the black lakes, ultimately consuming everything.
Rumble!!!
The ominous black sphere suspended in the sky shook violently.
It seed completely enraged.
Swoosh—
A waterfall hundreds of ters wide, pitch black, extended from the contour edge of the black sphere, crashing straight down!
Boom!!
High waves of black surged, crashing through a lot of crystallized ground.
In the center, a tall black figure slowly stood up!
It had three heads, alternating flashes and transformations, appearing to be in a constant state of violent shaking.
Behind, a pair of black mbrane wings slowly opened, spanning over ten ters wide.
The figure extended its hand.
Curiously enough, it had only three fingers, each tipped with sharp claws.
A black sword erged from the muddy black pus, firmly held in its hand, with a swish, dark fla unfurled, clinging to the sword, burning persistently.
A terrifying aura scattered in all directions.
White crystallization attempted once more to erode the darkness, yet the black waterfall ceaselessly bombarded the earth, spreading beneath the figure’s feet.
White and black were locked in standoff, unable to overco each other.
“Is that the final boss of version 2.1?!”
The players gazed from afar at the black figure, murmuring.
Chen Lun noticed both Martin and Arno looking solemn, thus turned his eyes towards the figure, mist churned in his pupils.
[Distadact (Ancient God/Humanoid True Form)]
Spiritual Intuition fiercely warned.
Chen Lun felt the surrounding air was tainted with chill, his body naturally urged to grow white scales to resist.
“I… am not His match.”
Arno’s hoarse voice rang out.
In His eye sockets, those two points of candlelight flickered, seemingly about to extinguish at any mont.
Although Arno’s humanity had been recalled, the lack of Sanity’s supplentation made it impossible for Him to maintain consciousness, soon reverting to the “shell state.”
Fortunately, at this mont, He faintly heard prayers from afar, from a corner equally devoid of daylight.
“…You are the Fearless Light, the Forgotten Proud Sun, the Unyielding Firstborn of the Sun, the Hope Barrier before the Darkness… We, the sinners, pray to You, calling the Lonely Monarch to return to the human world.”
Arno’s gaze seed to penetrate endless space, overlooking the Underworld where groups of won, clad in ragged clothes and gaunt faces, knelt to pray to Him expectantly.
“Sun’s Guilty Folks…”
He murmured softly, then felt His Sanity gradually returning.
The flas in Arno’s eye sockets grew vigorous.
Chen Lun heard His whisper, and upon noticing that Arno’s state had stabilized, he understood in his heart… His suggestions to the four Queens of Matthaios were seriously being carried out.
Yet, even so, Martin still bore a grave expression.
The bald-headed Pope said solemnly:
“The Father of Darkness is an Ancient God surpassing ordinary Angels, even if the Prince regains His humanity, He is still unable to defeat Him… So many years have passed, and today won’t change it.”
Chen Lun seed to think of sothing and chuckled softly, saying:
“That’s not necessarily true.”
“Hmm?”
Martin looked up, showing confusion.
Soon, His expression shifted from confusion to astonishnt.
In Martin’s incredulous gaze, Chen Lun slowly drew out a silver-white Ram Hamr…
“The Aries Forging Hamr is actually in your hands!”
Martin’s face was complex as he spoke solemnly.
At this mont, He realized that the perpetrator behind the Sunset City’s massacre was indeed this Demi-God of Destiny in front of Him… At the sa ti, it was He who intercepted and killed Terence and other Archbishop teams.
However, after a mont of silence, Martin only sighed softly.
He was no longer the Pope of the Sun Church.
With a heart more dead than disappointed, He wasn’t furious or ashad.
Contrarily, seeing Jack take out the Forging Hamr, Martin felt boundless hope… With the Aries Forging Hamr, it might indeed be possible to defeat Distadact!
Once upon a ti, the Forging Hamr was the consecrated Mysterious Object of Sun Church, absolutely impossible to give to Arno, a banished sinner… But now, Jack had taken it, and Martin found it couldn’t be more appropriate.
“Arno, I trust it can help you.”
Chen Lun stepped forward, gently handing over the Forging Hamr.
Arno’s withered body turned around, gazing in a trance at the Hamr, then looked up earnestly at Chen Lun and finally said:
“Thank you, Jack, with this, I have greater assurance.”
After taking the Hamr, Arno placed it in front of Martin and said:
“Uncle Martin, please reforge my body… After years of combat, my shell has long been in ruins, it’s ti to restore to its peak and fight to the death.”
Martin Gustus solemnly received the Forging Hamr.
He took a deep breath, and in the face of Prince Arno’s trust, uttered rely one word:
“Alright!”
Martin wasted no ti, His mind flashed with countless creations he had forged in his life, so were flawed, so were qualified, so worthless, others enough to astonish the world…
But none of these mattered at this mont.
Because a brand new Proud Sun was about to be born from His hands!
“Reforge!!”
Martin’s eyes widened with fury, and he shouted fiercely.
He raised the Hamr and smashed it towards Arno.
Martin’s white clergy robe instantly combusted, and the golden flas on his body soared as high as ten ters, with muscles on His arms tightly knotted, veins popping out.
The Ram Hamr felt His scorching body temperature, boiling blood, and unyielding belief, resolutely falling heavily onto the calm-faced Arno.
BANG!!!
Blinding white light imdiately illuminated the entire end of the darkness.
All players, even the councilors and circus officials, were blinded for a mont.
The next second, when everyone opened their eyes again.
What they saw was entirely renewed.
A towering, upright, and valiant figure, stood proudly in the dark sky, emitting infinite light and heat.
His white hair rose and flickered like flas, wearing golden armor, with a pair of steel wings spread behind Him… At a quick glance, it looked like countless overlapping Cross Swords!
A Ram Hamr silently shattered mid-air.
Countless fragnts turned into dots of golden light, rging into the figure.
With the unique Divinity of the Forging Hamr, Arno quietly ascended!
[Sequence One – Aries]!
After prolonged slaughter, the [Forge] had already lted the accumulated mass, helping Him to digest without a ceremony’s aid.
He clasped a Beheading Sword, red-hot like forged iron, gleaming with dazzling golden-red light.
Arno turned His head, revealing a brilliant smile.
He softly gazed at the black-hatted Gentleman, as well as the bald Pope who was collapsing with exhaustion, and said gently:
“May your courage, my sword, and each of our missions, forever be with the light.”
Chen Lun gently took off his hat and gave a solemn salute.
“Praise the Proud Sun.”
Buzz——
Arno vanished from where He stood.
The sky at the end of darkness had broken open with a rift.
Beams of gentle, sacred light pierced through the endless ages of darkness and shone down.
Two towering silhouettes, one light and one dark, were engraved together.
Clang!!
The terrifying Might shook the whole space at the end of darkness, overlapping layers of ripples, tearing open the barrier, directly breaking through the sixth layer of the Dark World.
In the intertwining of light and dark.
Those witnessing this scene were rendered speechless with awe.
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