Capítulo 1122: Chapter 985: Eternal Pain
“…”
The Goddess quietly watched this scene, as if looking at her own sins.
The First Generation Brave, Nien, t a tragic end on the spot.
As for the Demon King, they also disappeared.
Perhaps, that was her last shred of reason.
Remaining in this world, the uncontrollable power on her would absolutely destroy everything here.
So, filled with imnse sorrow, with tears streaming down her face, she vanished from this world.
Only the Holy Sword of the Hero remained, plunged into the shattered earth, bathed in a pool of blood, appearing sacred and dazzling, yet also forlorn and tragic.
Not long after, the Goddess appeared here like a flash.
Looking at the bloodstained ground, and at the Holy Sword stabbed into it, the Goddess knelt down.
She cried.
Like a cuckoo wailing in blood, the Goddess’ grief-stricken sobs made the world, which had barely stabilized and was nearly destroyed, pour with heavy rain.
The heavy rain washed away everything on the ground, resembling the mythical Great Flood, cleansing the earth of all sin and darkness.
But it couldn’t wash away the Goddess’ sorrow, nor could it wash away her despair.
Shane and the Goddess watched this scene in silence.
The torrential rain fell everywhere, but not a single drop landed on them.
Until…
“A turning point has co.”
The Goddess suddenly spoke, invigorating Shane, who looked up.
Then, Shane saw the black-haired, red-eyed girl quietly return in front of the kneeling, sobbing Goddess.
That, naturally, was the Demon King.
“I’m not sure how long it took, but at this mont, she finally managed to fully control her power, taking over the forces that had been out of control.”
The Goddess explained indifferently from the side.
The Demon King, who had fully mastered the uncontrollable power, returned from the void once more, back to this world.
And, facing the despairing Goddess, she expressed her wish.
“Let us resurrect her.”
That is the only thing the Demon King wanted and had to do at this mont.
Reviving the dead is sothing even the Supre God couldn’t accomplish.
No, it’s not that the Supre God couldn’t do such a thing.
As an omnipotent Goddess, it would be incredibly simple for the Supre God to resurrect soone.
However, she couldn’t resurrect soone killed by the Demon King.
For the Supre God, whose powers were completely ineffective against the Demon King, those killed by the Demon King essentially ceased to exist, and reviving them was impossible.
Naturally, the Demon King was also unable to resurrect the dead.
Though she was powerful, she was not omnipotent like the Goddess, skilled in performing miracles; killing soone was as easy as eating and drinking for her, but reviving soone was another matter entirely.
Understanding this, knowing that the Hero, her friend, could never return, the Goddess was so grief-stricken and despairing.
But the Demon King, in contrast, was determined to give it her all.
“I had left so power within that child, those powers should have protected her soul in the end, her very existence, preventing my powers from completely destroying her.”
Pointing to the Holy Sword still glowing between herself and the Goddess, the Demon King declared.
“The Holy Sword still exists, unshattered, and that’s the proof.”
If the Hero were truly dead, the Holy Sword would have shattered alongside and disappeared from the world.
Since the Holy Sword hadn’t shattered or disappeared, it proved that everything still held a possibility.
The only problem was that the Goddess’ power was ineffective towards the Heroic Girl killed by the Demon King, and the Demon King herself lacked the power to resurrect others.
In light of this, the Demon King spoke.
“The Hero, the Demon King, and the Goddess are three supre concepts, opposing yet giving birth to each other.”
“If you and I both inject half of our powers into the Holy Sword, creating a cycle with the powers of the ‘Hero’, ‘Demon King’, and ‘Goddess’, perhaps it might conjure the greatest miracle, reviving the child holding these three supre truths.”
“Are you willing?”
This was the Demon King’s suggestion, her only ans of redemption, the last straw she could grasp.
She didn’t collapse or allow the uncontrolled power to destroy everything in void; instead, she controlled and mastered it, perhaps for this very mont.
Thus, the Goddess ceased her sorrowful cries.
If losing half of her power could save that child, then why wouldn’t she be willing?
Just like that, the Goddess and the Demon King stood up, solely to rescue the only true friend they had in their lives.
They stood on either side of the Holy Sword, summoning their respective Treasure Jades, letting the red and blue glows seem to occupy either side of the world, using the Holy Sword as the center, dividing the world in half.
Then, they each injected half of their power into the Holy Sword.
The originally dazzling golden radiance on the Holy Sword gradually gained other colors — red and blue.
Gold, red, blue.
The three colors of light intertwined, blossoming from the Holy Sword.
For Shane, that tri-colored light was strikingly familiar.
It was the very tri-colored light that had appeared within him.
The three supre concepts.
The cumulative power of the universal truth.
Hero, Demon King, Goddess.
This was the true nature of the tri-colored light, the supre, strongest power lding the strength of “Hero”, “Demon King”, and “Goddess” into one.
The fusion of the three supre powers, indeed as the Demon King had said, eventually ford a cycle, creating a closed loop that opposed yet gave life, sparking the greatest miracle.
The ground, which even the endless rain capable of cleansing the whole world couldn’t wash away, the blood pooling on it, gathered onto the Holy Sword under the watchful eyes of the Goddess and the Demon King.
Slowly, using the Holy Sword as a dium, as if the Holy Sword itself transford into human form, the Heroic Girl was finally resurrected.
The Goddess and the Demon King both witnessed this mont and cried with joy.
But…
“They rely compensated for their sin, yet didn’t obtain redemption.”
The Goddess standing beside Shane spoke coldly.
“Not noticing the fear in that child’s heart, unaware of her aversion to battle and killing, ignoring her desire to return ho, the Goddess and Demon King were destined to receive retribution.”
That retribution was the complete loss of their friend’s heart.
Shane clearly saw the resurrected Heroic Girl, as the Goddess and Demon King approached, retreating in fear, unable to endure it any longer, clutching her head, and screaming hysterically.
“Stay away! Stay away!”
“I don’t want to see you! I don’t want to fight anymore!”
“I hate you both!”
“I want to go ho! I want to go ho! Let go ho!”
All along, the resilience and cheerfulness the Heroic Girl barely maintained crumbled entirely in this mont.
At this mont, Shane recalled the records left by the Hero seen in the ruins.
“‘I… I’m just an ordinary person, a child from a regular family, not so Hero, not so embodint of Justice, yet suddenly called to such a world, told I must kill people with a sword that’s so beautiful it doesn’t seem real. How could I possibly do that?'”
“‘I want to go ho so much, I want to see my parents, I want to eat snacks, watch TV, play with friends, even attending those annoying classes would be better than staying in this world without anything, living in fear every day, not knowing when I’ll have to kill soone.'”
“‘I didn’t like this world, even if it’s the world created by Ominis, the world Klattis is always seeking, it ultimately doesn’t belong to .'”
“‘I want to go back.'”
“‘I want to go back!'”
“‘Really… I’ve had enough of this situation!'”
This was actually the wish in the girl’s heart.
And this battle, this accident, completely unleashed the fear and terror in the Heroic Girl’s heart.
Her hysterical cries also beca an eternal pain in the hearts of the Goddess and the Demon King.
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