When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1431: 140: Even If All Is Lost

Chapter 1431: Chapter 140: Even If All Is Lost

Along with the Blood Celestial Marshal’s prayer, the serene moonlight transford into slender needles, beginning to fall like rain.

First sparse like drizzle, then roaring like a storm.

Descending upon the earth like a saturated barrage, enveloping the entire world in moonlight, a pure white.

Even the deepest underground, where light couldn’t previously reach, was illuminated at that instant of vertical descent, becoming increasingly bright, until the entire world beca a completely pure white, obscuring all vision, leaving everything indiscernible.

In the next mont, a black lotus suddenly blood from that immaculate white light—

Like a cracked acorn, or a budding blossom… layer by layer unfurling, gradually expanding.

——It was not darkness, but void. An emptiness devoid of anything, unable to be filled even by all-pervasive light, continuously dissolving the surrounding light.

The “dance dress,” its shell nearing collapse, appeared in the center.

Aiwass saw this scene and imdiately understood that the moonlight prayed for by the Blood Celestial Marshal was not aningless.

This void, like the part residing in the Swan King’s head, was a fragnt torn from the “Void Whisper,” not its core.

Like water that can extinguish flas yet can be evaporated by a larger fire. Void, though capable of devouring and neutralizing all, this infinite pure light could neutralize it in return. While it couldn’t directly purify it, it could accelerate the void’s self-dissolution.

——In a chanism that’s not absolute, values certainly have significance!

Originally, even after enduring two rounds of “Hatred Slash” by the Blood Celestial Marshal, the “dance dress” rely fractured into four body segnts. They could still roughly adhere under so mysterious suction. But now, she was left with only two segnts.

Only the top of the torso and one right arm remained. The rest had been completely consud by the void, vanished without a trace. The remaining two segnts were already covered in black spots…like spreading sores from an allergic reaction, except they were purely black instead of scarlet.

Her eyes had completely voidified, turning into two black hole-like beings. Her mouth was cracked and full of fissures. Her right arm had voidified halfway—what should have been her hand was now an indistinct black mass.

If continued to be bombarded by the moonlight, likely within half a minute, she would completely lose her vessel, becoming a pure void core.

This was the Blood Celestial Marshal’s resolve.

Although the Moon Son created by the Blood Celestial Marshal failed to fulfill Cain’s mother’s initial expectation of the Perfect Man Ritual.

But these wicked Moon Sons coincidentally t another condition—

Just as Cain, due to a lack of love, was a failed “Perfect Human” yet could effectively resist the void’s erosion. Fate unveiled another path before the Blood Celestial Marshal.

The sinful blood left by Cain flowed upon the earth. Those holess, stateless blood-sucking monsters incurred countless blood debts, earning the hatred of all people. Even after hundreds, thousands of years, future generations would never forget the cris committed by the Moon Sons.

Hate is more profound than love, less susceptible to erosion by ti.

——Because human beings can sincerely love only a few, but can hate the entire world. Even as history is passed down, races change, cultures evolve, unfamiliar hatred remains remarkably profound after ti’s sedintation, much like an anchor keeping a ship from sinking in a storm.

Now, precisely because of this engrained sin, the void’s power cannot erase the Blood Celestial Marshal from the world!

The fragnt of void residing within the dance dress also evidently realized this fact.

She decisively switched attack targets.

——The ti remaining for the void to manifest was already scarce.

Since the Blood Celestial Marshal possessed resistance, attack another who does not!

Though earlier the “dance dress” wanted Aiwass to recognize reality, to fall into the void… now, she didn’t spare Aiwass at all due to her craving for him!

The dance dress raised the last remaining arm.

The forearm was completely twisted, turning into a black, gnarled fine line resembling a spider’s leg.

That was the “Black Light.”

Light naturally cannot be black—yet it was darkness constrained into a line, devouring everything it touched, dissolving and severing it, like a sharp, scorching laser, slicing through the moonlight falling from the heavens!

The abundant moonlight mystically fractured like a severed waterfall.

As if a pair of glasses fogged by white mist, and a cotton swab gradually sketching visible markings… the blinding light was swallowed by the void, and with it, everything the “black line” touched.

The dance dress aid such attacks distantly at Aiwass.

Just ten strands of intersecting lines could render Aiwass into void.

“——Don Quixote!!”

Then, Aiwass’s unwavering voice descended.

He made no attempt to evade.

Because dodging was futile.

As the dance dress’s final attack, she left Aiwass with no space to evade. Attacks grasped from all directions through profound trajectories, fatefully locking Aiwass’s future, like a tightening rope around the neck, without any gaps.

Yet the radiant pure white Knight stepped forward.

Blocked in front of Aiwass.

“My lord!”

An intensely fervent voice echoed from beneath the Knight’s Helt: “Even if I possess All Nothing——”

He did not raise the Holy Sword to attempt defense or transform it into a Holy Shield.

Instead, he raised the Holy Sword, without the slightest hesitation——

——and beheaded himself.

With a clatter, the helt fell, brilliant light gushing like blood.

Radiance seeped from his severed head, simultaneously spraying to the left, right, and upwards, forming a colossal inverted cross between heaven and earth.

Rather than an inverted cross, it was more like an upright giant sword of light.

Like the Holy Shield-like Light Saber he held in his hand!

In the next mont, the Light Saber unfurled simultaneously towards both sides, prismatic glow turning into two enormous light shields. Thereafter, nurous rays ford crystalline sharp feathers, further assembling into two wing-like armors on the light shields.

Though the wings weren’t soft, they’d rather seed like countless piercing Light Sabers. Yet they exuded imnse comfort, full of security.

“That is…”

Isabel’s eyes widened.

Such beautiful and dazzling brilliance.

That light was indeed magnificent will, concentrated hope.

Light of Hope, also a force that could counter the void.

Even if everything now was hopeless, even if the future was destined for destruction, dood to fall into void… as long as that future hadn’t arrived yet, there’s always a possibility for change!

Even if that possibility was exceedingly tiny… like a small fire of hope ignited under the darkest night, montarily fading.

Yet the existence of that fire signifies a rebellion against the night——

It ans not integrating entirely into darkness is a life deserving to survive!

It signifies people still yearn for light, even if in their understanding the Sun won’t rise——

Like in ancient tis, people striding forward in sunless nights, igniting holy and precious flas.

——That small fla changed nothing.

The fla is destined to extinguish. When it burns out, the sky will once again beco purely dark.

It cannot save lives nor rebirth the Sun.

Darkness is eternal, while the fleeting glow of light is rely a temporary illusion.

But kindling the fla itself is a aningful act.

Even possessing All Nothing——

“Don Quixote is the incarnation of my will. Like the first Tarot Cards, the ‘Fool’…”

Aiwass’s voice echoed in Isabel’s heart: “Even if it is a cliff, I shall step forward.”

In the next mont, void clashed fiercely against the Light Shield.