When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 818

Chapter 818: Chapter 197 Scars Can’t Be For 7 Chapter 818: Chapter 197 Scars Can’t Be For 7 That was the Fury of the Heavens in the literal sense—

The entire sky’s cloud layer boiled like fire, the sky seemingly incinerated and lted by endless flas, revealing the illusory essence of the Dream Realm.

A vast expanse of the sky turned into a glaze-like transparent hue, while the eyes transford into blazing fire; Supre Heaven, burning intensely, lood over the earth.

Not as before, where only a glimpse could be seen through the pierced clouds…

But revealing the entire upper body of Supre Heaven—

This Pillar God, who intervened in the Material Realm the most, thus tore the sky apart and majestically overlooked the earth!

Not only Aiwass could see Him.

The entire Royal City, the entire Avalon Island—and even the distant Helasal Empire could see the phantom that appeared in the sky at that mont.

He tore open the barrier between Material Realm and Dream Realm with His own hands.

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He extended a finger and pressed it down toward the earth.

When that finger drew nearer to the Royal City, endless blazing fire descended upon it.

Inside the Royal City, whether humans, Elves, or Giants, all turned into ashes under the raging infernal fury.

As the finger fell—a towering column appeared in the Material Realm.

Like mountains plumting, blocking out the sun!

Covering the entire sky, the one finger burning with the Fury of the Heavens!

As for Aiwass—

The mont that finger was about to drop, he was nearly turned to ashes by the burning divine fire.

The Sixth Power Level was so frail before the Pillar God that he couldn’t even take on a direct attack from Supre Heaven.

But just as he was about to die—

The scene suddenly shifted.

The setting was still the sa as before, still the Royal City of the Giant Clan.

Supre Heaven was still in the sky, launching an attack on the earth.

It was the sa finger—

—Rather, this was originally the future when Arthur launched the total attack; Supre Heaven then perford the strongest…

interference with the present!

It was only because of the mad acts of the “Helquinn” that Aiwass played that this scene ca earlier in the past.

And when these two attacks overlapped, the past and the future finally rged at this mont.

Night Fiends and Aurigen, in a daze, were brought next to the Knights.

Not only that—even the forr followers of Helquinn were dragged along.

The city was originally shouting and fighting.

But when the mark of Supre Heaven’s finger fell, there were only screams of panic and angry roars left.

Just like pressing a dent in dough with a finger—effortlessly, the humans and Elves fighting in the city, along with the struggling Giants, were all turned to ashes by this light strike.

The ground lted, crystallized, turned into glass.

The mountain where the Royal City was located also got compressed into a sunken basin.

“Is this the lake where Glass Island is located?”

Aiwass murmured.

He finally knew why there was a circular lake near the Hall of Silver and Tin at Glass Island…

And now, seeing that familiar location being pressed down by a finger, the images of the past and the future finally overlapped before Aiwass.

“But…”

Aiwass frowned slightly, lifting his head.

…These two attacks were not entirely the sa.

The attack Aiwass endured in the past as Helquinn felt like the sky had fallen—it was an attack that could cover the entire Royal City and even easily erase Avalon Island from the map.

But the finger at the mont had only created a huge basin.

And under Aiwass’s gaze, he saw that Supre Heaven revealed in the sky seed to be sowhat different from before.

Although the appearance was the sa…

and almost the sa abilities and personality, yet the deanor seed feebler.

Originally, Supre Heaven was like a mad, capricious tyrant who cared about nothing, demanding everyone before that Pillar God to tread carefully, fearing that a wrong word might bring fatal disaster.

This reverence was the the of faith in Supre Heaven.

But the current situation was different—

Now the one who sat high above in the “Supre Heaven” seed to lack that fearless deanor.

At that mont,

with a long and resounding dragon cry, Arthur transford into a Silver-white, splendid and elegant Dragon—rising from the ground!

He charged straight into the sky, straight toward the image of the Supre Heaven!

As the Silver Dragon passed through the horizon, massive ripples appeared in the sky.

It looked as if soone had entered a calm hot spring, creating ripples.

In an instant, the previously clear image of the upper half of Supre Heaven was shattered by these ripples.

Amidst the blurriness, the battle between the Silver Dragon and the Ursa Major was barely visible.

At that mont, Aiwass suddenly felt lighter.

The scene before his eyes suddenly beca clear—

Countless spaces overlapped before Aiwass’s eyes, he seed to have seen many Supre Heavens in a mont…

He saw the confrontation between Supre Heaven and the Candle Master, but that scene was fleeting and unclear.

He saw Supre Heaven being surrounded and killed by nurous Angels, the whole world’s ti sotis reversing and sotis fast-forwarding, making it dizzying.

The dead Angels were resurrected by reversing ti and then surrounded to kill again in a different way.

He saw Supre Heaven in a space composed of endless thunder, bound by countless curse patterns.

An old one-eyed man who looked similar to him, but with white hair and black wings, old in appearance, was engaged in a fierce sky battle with Supre Heaven that was wrapped in chains.

He also saw a giant as large as a mountain, covered in scars; he saw a beautiful woman seated upon a giant spider, surrounded by grey threads and fog.

He saw one battlefield after another and heard the warriors roaring.

He saw warriors from all races shedding their last drop of blood, defying their own Path Gods.

On the battlefield of the living, they fought to the death; on the battlefield of the dead, they were destroyed until they were more dead than Death itself.

He saw, in the battlefield closest to the Material Realm, a naked and badly injured warrior confronting a knight in armor, solemn and sacred.

At that mont, a pair of hands gently landed on Aiwass’s shoulders.

Only then did Aiwass suddenly realize—he had unknowingly returned to his original form.

“Facing danger, tasting suffering, singing of hope…”

The Lord of Scalefeather stood behind Aiwass, one hand on his shoulder, “This is…

a warrior.

“Such a legacy, such a profession…

should not just disappear into history.

That would be far too dull, wouldn’t it?”

“…Is my Promotion Ceremony over?”

Aiwass did not respond, but instead asked subconsciously.

He looked at the scene before him, feeling his blood boiling—

The War of Heavenly Punishnt, the great battles that scorched the heavens, the fierce battles that burned the heavens!

The flas of war burned the Dream Realm, turning its blood into rivers, causing mortals to only dream of bloody dreams.

At that mont,

an old, unfamiliar voice ca:

“The brand is three, this is the number of Dedication.

“Yet the scars must not be seven…

He wants to end it.

This is not your fight.”

Aiwass suddenly turned around and saw an old man.

His body seed to radiate light, with a long white goatee and pure white hair.

He had the features of an Easterner, wearing a yellow robe.

His deanor was solemn, like an Emperor.

Even though it was their first eting, Aiwass recognized his identity.

—The Hourglass.

“The scars must not be seven…”

Aiwass muttered softly.

He rembered that phrase—it was what he was told each ti the Bear Celestial Marshal left him scarred.

The Lord of Scalefeather then explained to Aiwass, “If the Bear Celestial Marshal is seen as the inheritor of the Supre Heaven, then this would be the seventh death of Supre Heaven.

“The scars must not be seven—seven is the number of violence.

Initially, the Crowned Celestial Marshal was defeated seven tis, while Supre Heaven was defeated six tis.

And because of that, he was not completely killed.

His blood perated the Dream Realm, received by the bears of the mortal realm.

And now…

“This is the seventh death of Supre Heaven.

“The Silver-Crowned Dragon wants to witness it personally.

“This is His battle—the long-overdue final confrontation.”