When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 799

Chapter 799: Chapter 180: The Punishnt of Heaven Battle!

Chapter 799: Chapter 180: The Punishnt of Heaven Battle!

“I have always stated that it was not I, but His wanton acts of violence that defeated Supre Heaven.

Nor do I consider the credit for that battle to be my own.

“Ultimately, I replaced Supre Heaven to beco the Pillar God because at that ti, I alone was capable of doing so.

As the only Celestial Marshal born from the Path of Strength and yet daring to defy Supre Heaven, only I could take up that mantle…

After all, the throne must not be left hanging.”

Arthur turned his head and together with Aiwass, they looked towards the dim yellow sky.

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He fell silent for a mont, then slowly began to speak, “Aside from myself, three other Pillar Gods directly participated in the ‘Punishnt of Heaven’s Battle’, and two Pillar Gods did not enter the fray but provided assistance.

Including myself, a total of six Celestial Marshals joined the fight.

Two Celestial Marshals fell during this battle.

As for the Angel Envoys who joined, they were too nurous to count.

“After the battle, the fallen Angel Envoys caused the number of Phantom Demon Eggs solidified within the Material Realm to surge over sixty tis in fifty years.

Five hundred years have passed, and there are still those Angel Envoys who fell during that battle who have not completed their resurrection and returned to the Dream Realm.”

Upon hearing this, Aiwass’ eyes widened.

Without a doubt, this was the most advanced knowledge of mysticism.

There is no book in the Material Realm that records it—the secrets of the transference of the Pillar God, disclosed personally by the party involved!

“In terms of contributions, my strength was no greater than those three Pillar Gods, my sacrifices no heavier than those two Celestial Marshals.

Those Angel Envoys are even more honorable.

“I still rember the ten tiers of battlegrounds forged within the Dream Realm.

What the people of the Material Realm saw when they looked up was but the White Dragon clashing with the Crimson Bear on the lowest tier…

and it was also the tier closest to the Material Realm.

“Supre Heaven was knocked down layer by layer, the Source River of Strength was soaked in blood.

His myriad warriors clashed with the gods in the boundless Dreamland, fighting Angel Envoys in every corner of the Dream Realm.

“When it was my turn, He was unprecedentedly weakened.

Yet even so, I was brought to the brink of death seven tis during that struggle—both He and I possessed the ability to recover from near-death states.

I slew Him six tis, and He slew seven tis.

The seventh brush with death was the closest to eternal demise.

“By then, my Sword had already shattered, my strength completely exhausted.

And Supre Heaven was almost there too—His blood was spilt across the land, seeping from the Dream Realm into the Material Realm.

“I knew that I had to be victorious.

For if I failed, then all previous sacrifices would have been aningless—Supre Heaven would still be the supre ruler of Strength.

Even if His divine form crumbled, His Angel Envoys all annihilated, He would eventually resurrect from the Source River again.

“—Only by using ‘Strength’ to defeat Him, proving that He was no longer the chief of ‘Strength’, could His divine power be stripped away.”

…So that’s it.

To kill a Pillar God with brute force, one must ultimately transcend the adversary from the Path they govern…

Aiwass took the secrets recounted personally by Arthur to heart, carefully rembering them.

—Perhaps this knowledge would be useful in the future.

“At that ti, my Knights had just overco the mortals’ Giants, ending the reign of the Giant Kingdom—Supre Heaven could not afford to help the Giants, and the downfall of the earthly kingdom also proved that He had lost ‘controlling power’ and no longer possessed outstanding ‘Strength’; while my seven brushes with death had caused the Source River of Violence to acknowledge .

“But in the end, the main reason for His defeat was that over His long life, He had gradually lost His original intention and beca separated from the Path of Strength.

This made His recovery in the final monts slower than mine.

“When I finally overca Supre Heaven with ‘Strength’, His endless divine power dissipated—just as the Dao Heart of an Heir crumbles.”

“—There is no doubt, although this war began with and ended with .

It did not co from .

It ca from thousands of years of accumulated hatred and hostility sustained by the masses of both this world and the other.”

The Silver-Crowned Dragon, incarnate as Arthur, spoke slowly.

And as Aiwass listened to His narrative, it was almost as if he had experienced the magnificent “Punishnt of Heaven’s Battle” firsthand.

He felt inspired—imagining the Dream Realm, theoretically infinite in area, saturated with blood in every place; the blood of the Dream Realm brimming so much that it seeped into the Material Realm from the dreamscape.

What a romantic, and yet equally shocking scene!

What’s more valuable is that the Silver-Crowned Dragon always rembered that He is not the strongest.

Even upon ascending to the Seat of the Pillar God, He remained humble.

However…

…Three Pillar Gods?

Aside from the Lord of Scalefeather, who else could there be?

Thinking this, Aiwass still chickened out a bit and didn’t dare to ask this question directly.

But he still posed another question, “Who were the two Celestial Marshals who sacrificed themselves?”

—That should be okay to ask, right?

Even if it’s just to honor the mory of the fallen, we should still rember their sacrifices.

“One of them was Antaeus, the Transcendent Celestial Marshal from the Path of Transcendence.

As a giant, He fought for Justice, defying fate and blood, fighting as a vanguard against Supre Heaven, the progenitor of Giants, and He fought to the death without retreating, ultimately shattered to pieces.

His gallantry is indeed deserving of respect and rembrance.

“And the other… you may know Him.”

“…Who?” Aiwass was sowhat surprised.

Do I still know any Celestial Marshals?

Who?

The Serpent Celestial Marshal?

Why doesn’t he just drop dead?

Arthur then spoke, “It is the Grey Celestial Marshal, neither true nor false, neither black nor white, who also fell in that battle.

However, so believe that His death was just another indescribable lie, for those who pray to Him can still obtain Divine Arts…

Therefore, I won’t say His true na.

After all, knowing His true na would be equivalent to falling into His lies.”

Upon saying this, Arthur looked at the sunset again and asked, “Are you ready?”

“…Ready for what?”

“Ti is about to start flowing again.

Do you have any other questions?”

…So it’s a ti-stop situation now?

Aiwass suddenly realized.

No wonder Arthur wasn’t pretending anymore and suddenly revealed so many secrets—they were indeed in the crevices of ti!

“In the Dream Realm, if ti ceases to flow by its normal rules, the horizon will always display a dusk-like amber hue.

Rember this when you are in other dreams…

It signifies that the Eye of Amber is watching you.”

As the Silver-Crowned Dragon watched the sunset, he said, “That is the Eye of Amber.”

As Arthur uttered these words, the seemingly endless twilight began to dissolve.

Nightfall began to set in.

And Aiwass was still speaking, “I do have a small question…

What exactly is the Magic Cauldron?

The Giants survive by relying on the Magic Cauldron, right?”

“—The Magic Cauldron?”

It wasn’t Arthur who replied to Aiwass, but a sowhat familiar voice: “Ah, I know this one!”

He turned around in surprise and, sure enough, saw that familiar figure—

He had unkempt short black hair, a monocle covering his left eye.

Wrapped in a blue robe, with a sharp sword at his waist, and wearing a frivolous smile on his face.

—It was rlin in his youth!

Aiwass looked around and also saw the familiar figure of Lancelot I.

He looked almost exactly as Aiwass had seen at the last promotion ceremony, only much younger.

He appeared to be even younger than rlin.

Besides them, there were a dozen Knights starting fires and setting up camp.

They all looked over curiously but nobody ca forward to inquire about Aiwass’s identity.

Clearly, the unpleasant tasks had once again fallen to rlin.

“The secret of the Magic Cauldron is quite simple.

It’s a special skill of the Giant Priests.

Perform a ritual with ninety-nine suffering souls and ninety-nine like-colored gems, seek the divine power of the Supre Heaven, and you can create a Giant’s Magic Cauldron that produces endless food.

However, there are actually only seven real Magic Cauldrons, each possessing the magic to raise people from the dead…

But even a man-made Magic Cauldron, through Divine Arts, can resurrect warriors who died within seven days,” explained rlin as he pushed up his monocle with a smirking smile.

“I’ve answered your question, so how about you answer one of mine, okay?

“May I ask, who are you?”

“—rlin, do not be impertinent.”

It was at this mont that Arthur suddenly spoke.

His authoritative and icy silver-grey eyes gazed at rlin, silencing him instantly.

The blue-robed Mage bowed respectfully, “As you command, my King.”

“This is Sir Helquinn…

I have summoned his Heroic Spirit through a ritual to fight alongside us.”

Ah?

Aiwass looked at Arthur in astonishnt.

—Does this an I am a Heroic Spirit summoned by King Arthur?