Apocalypse Circular-Chapter 461 Black Sun

Lu Luo strolled across the disc-shaped land that was gradually turning black. He continued to plant tendrils, but he also discovered a problem.

Tendrils planted in this area would become assimilated by the region’s blackness after some time.

The originally purple and flesh-colored tentacles gradually turned black.

As a result, the white maws on the tentacles became strikingly conspicuous.

Sequence, huh! As a form of Sequence Power, there must be something wrong with this environment. It’s starting to pollute and assimilate the tendrils, which are also a form of Sequence Power!

Lu Luo felt his deduction must be correct. This blackness, even if not from the Destroyer, had to be significantly related to it; that was inevitable.

The Destroyer’s power was immensely destructive, and he wasn’t entirely sure what would happen after these tendrils were corrupted.

However, one thing he could be certain of was that the outcome would definitely not be good.

Should I stop planting these tendrils?

Lu Luo seemed to be muttering to himself, yet also as if asking the Observer, though the Observer couldn’t provide a definitive answer at this moment either.

Because he, too, was a Sequence, and he was far inferior to the Destroyer.

"Although we are both Sequences, there is a hierarchy among them. I nearly died back there just now, so can you please not ask me about this?"

Seeing the Observer hastily shirking responsibility, Lu Luo felt like landing a couple of good punches on him.

It was a pity the Observer lacked a physical body; otherwise, he certainly would have.

"Forget it. Asking you is no different from asking a wall. Well, you are useless."

Lu Luo didn’t know when he had started to enjoy conversing with the Observer in such a sarcastic tone.

If it were in the past, the Observer would surely have retorted; not doing so wasn’t his style.

Yet today, he surprisingly remained silent.

This abnormal behavior made Lu Luo fall silent as well. The Observer wouldn’t act like this if he weren’t genuinely afraid.

When was the last time he acted this way? When he was illuminated by the brilliance of the Dawn Disc?

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes, I’m afraid. Though I’m reluctant to admit it, I must tell you that this being’s existence is far from simple.

It’s different from ordinary Sequences, and even its original form exists only as a vague concept."

Lu Luo was somewhat surprised. "Go on."

"I can’t elaborate. It’s probably an oppression imprinted upon the very essence of my sequence rules. Unlike the Dawn Disc, the Destroyer possesses only the desire to destroy.

Or rather, it only wants to annihilate everything."

"Understood. I’ll be careful."

Lu Luo nodded. Regardless, he had to resolve the problem with the Doomsday Disc at this point.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

He had initially thought about using the Disc World to deal with Noah, but now it seemed Noah’s issues were likely inconsequential.

Moving silently forward, drawing silently closer, Lu Luo did not cease his activity of planting tendrils.

Although the corruption of these tendrils might lead to some undesirable events, a more critical reason was that Lu Luo could use them to ascertain the direction of his opponent’s abilities. This was very important.

Without this information and intelligence, he would be utterly ignorant of the powers the Destroyer might wield.

For a long time afterward, Lu Luo walked silently toward the very center of the Disc.

The blackness under his feet grew deeper and more intense, completely enveloping the soles of his feet.

The concentrated Sequence Power formed something akin to a burning black mist, which began to drift around Lu Luo’s feet.

Black flames and black mist combined to give the place a strange and eerie atmosphere.

Close, very close!

Having walked for a considerable time, Lu Luo could feel the distance between himself and his opponent shrinking.

What he didn’t know was whether this "opponent" was the Destroyer or the Doomsday Disc itself.

"Lu Luo! Ahead!"

The Observer suddenly issued a warning. Lu Luo focused his gaze: a sphere, like a black sun, had appeared in the sky.

The sensation was akin to a sun being devoured by a solar eclipse.

It seemed to be emitting light, yet the surrounding illumination was being consumed by something.

The starlight in the sky was being absorbed by this black sun.

Lu Luo’s intuition was crystal clear: it was this thing, this black entity resembling a sun.

He, or it, or *It*.

S-01 Destroyer was this very thing.

Although it has become a Sequence, does it also possess the ability to materialize? In this aspect, it is undoubtedly far more powerful than the Devourer.

Lu Luo watched the black sun, his gaze gradually firming. Below the black sun should be the center of the Doomsday Disc.

Has the Doomsday Disc, perhaps, transformed into its current state due to this entity’s corruption?

Regardless, I’ll know when I see it.

Lu Luo advanced stealthily, with Noah silently following.

Neither knew when their previous antagonistic relationship had transformed into that of fellow explorers of the same region.

This black expanse of land always filled them with a sense of unease.

"Yang, how are you feeling? Is walking so much for the first time tiring?"

Noah looked at the mute girl with concern. Yang smiled and then made a strong pose for Noah.

Although she was an ordinary human, she had consumed the flesh of Exotic Species for a long time, so her physical strength was clearly superior to that of many ordinary people.

The fact that she could kill an Exotic Species with ordinary tools and simple weapons demonstrated that her combat ability was at least on par with, if not superior to, that of an average male soldier.

"Black Sun!"

Noah, too, had now seen this black sun; the power it emanated filled him with dread.

Noah was different from Lu Luo. Lu Luo was the master of this place.

He harbored the intention of controlling everything here.

As the master of the Doomsday Disc, Lu Luo, though worried about the Destroyer, felt no fear.

But Noah was different; Noah had too many concerns at this moment.

The mute girl beside him, his own strength, and all the beautiful aspects of humanity he had just experienced—all of it was hindering him.

At this moment, the thought of retreat had already surfaced in his mind.

However, Noah was no pushover. He was capable of spending hundreds of years, day after day, advancing toward his goal.

He himself was an entity of incredibly resolute will.

Upon feeling the fear in his heart, an even stronger desire to resist surged within him.

This is another spiritual baptism. Once I get through this ordeal, I shouldn’t be far from the Ninth Tier!

As Noah observed the black sun, he inadvertently let go of Yang’s fingers.

The instant he released her fingers, an inexorable darkness swiftly began to spread from her feet up her body.

Yang lowered her head, silently watching these changes, unaware of what they signified.

Yet she neither refused nor resisted, nor did she interrupt Noah’s contemplation at this critical juncture.

After pondering for a while, Noah turned his head back toward Yang.

"Let’s go."

As he turned, Noah was slightly startled; the Yang before him seemed to have changed somehow.

But on closer inspection, there appeared to be no significant alteration.

If one had to pinpoint a change, it was that she now appeared a bit prettier than just a moment ago.

An illusion? Could it be that his concern was making the image of Yang in his heart sublimate further? What is happening?

While Noah was puzzled, Yang had already taken his finger.

Adoration filled her eyes, and her delicate lips parted slightly.

Seeing this, Noah suddenly felt a sense of alarm, as if realizing what was about to happen.

But at this moment, he didn’t know whether to feel happy or fearful.

More than anything, it was a sense of unease stemming from the uncertainty of his and Yang’s future.

"Noah, let’s go."

Yang spoke!

She, too, seemed to suddenly realize this, and covered her mouth.

"How... how am I speaking?"

This was the very question Noah himself wanted to ask.

Why could Yang suddenly speak?

Moreover, her speech wasn’t like that of a beginner. She had fully mastered the language they spoke.

This was clearly not just a physiological issue.

Even if her vocal cords or some speech organs had been damaged and then healed, a human couldn’t possibly learn to speak so quickly. Even learning to babble takes years.

Even if an adult could shorten this time, it wouldn’t be *this* short.

So, what on earth had happened to Yang?

"Yang? What’s wrong?"

Noah’s eyes were filled with suspicion, a look that undoubtedly pained Yang. She had only just gained the ability to speak; why did Noah seem so angry?

"Did I... did I do something wrong?" Yang looked innocent, her voice laced with grievance.

Her aggrieved appearance softened Noah’s heart.

This woman before him... she was the first love he had ever acknowledged! Why have things become like this? Should I trust Yang at all?

"Don’t get agitated. I’m just asking, do you know what just happened to you?"

Noah didn’t want things to become tense with Yang, because he genuinely wanted to be with her.

That was why he cared so much about this matter.

And right now, Yang clearly didn’t quite understand her own condition.

Her newfound ability to speak excited her, and this excitement made her slightly lose control of her emotions.

"You don’t trust me anymore, do you? I haven’t done anything, so why don’t you trust me?"

"I don’t!"

"Yes, you do!"

An angry woman doesn’t reason with a man, and this applied equally to Yang.

Their first quarrel seemed about to erupt.

Noah felt his doubts were justified, while Yang felt she had done nothing wrong.

She had always been compliant with Noah.

Now that she could speak, Noah, far from being happy, was questioning her.

Neither was willing to back down or yield; the standoff was about to explode.

"You’re being completely unreasonable!"

"You’re scolding me?"

"I’m trying to reason with you! I’m trying to rule out any potential danger to you! Don’t you understand?"

"Why are you shouting? Can you only speak by shouting? Do you think you’re so powerful that you can do whatever you want? Do you see me as just a tool for your gratification? What do I even mean to you?"

Having gained the gift of speech, Yang’s personality also seemed to have undergone a transformation.

Twenty years of suppressed desire for expression erupted all at once.

She spoke so rapidly that Noah was momentarily unable to retort.

Once, his brain had been the most powerful cybernetic computer.

But now, faced with Yang’s barrage of questions, Noah felt his thoughts short-circuiting.

What to do? She seems really angry! Should I try to coax her? If I don’t, what if she runs off? This place is so dangerous; I can’t let her wander into peril.

...

Thousands of potential scenarios flashed through Noah’s mind.

From them breaking up, to becoming enemies, or even going their separate ways and never meeting again. To Yang getting hurt, Yang dying tragically—this had to be Lu Luo’s scheme, and so on!

All sorts of thoughts kept bubbling up in his mind, impossible to suppress.

"Aren’t you going to say anything?" Yang’s cry snapped Noah back to reality.

"Yang, I’ve always trusted you."

Noah took the initiative to embrace Yang. At that moment, her fragile spirit seemed to find some solace.

She gradually calmed down and began to ponder Noah’s earlier question.

Why could I suddenly speak? And when did my transformation begin?

"I started to change gradually from the moment I stepped onto this black land."

"Can you be more specific?"

Yang hesitated slightly, then held out her finger.

"I can feel the power of this black land flowing into my body.

It allowed me to understand... many things.

That’s why I can speak now. The feeling is vague, but I’m sure about these things."

Yang’s explanation was a bit strange, but Noah still managed to extract some useful information from it.

"Who is this ’he’ you’re referring to?"

"He? I don’t know his name. He feels like a concept, a consciousness, or even a symbol.

It’s very strange."

Noah nodded, then suddenly pointed to the object in the sky.

"The ’he’ you’re talking about—is it that one?"

Yang looked up at the black sun. It seemed to have grown even darker during their argument.

The surrounding light was being continuously absorbed by the black sun.

If this continued, the black sun might genuinely become a black hole.

And this place would be completely plunged into darkness.

"No, not that thing. Although this thing that looks like a black sun is also very powerful,

I still feel that the consciousness I mentioned is far more powerful than the black sun."

Noah’s pupils constricted!

Not the black sun? In Yang’s perception, the black sun wasn’t even strong enough?

This news was a significant blow to Noah.

As an Eighth Order Exotic Species, the aura emanating from the black sun subjected him to an unprecedented pressure.

This pressure was even more terrifying than facing Meiqi directly.

But Yang was saying that ’he’... was even stronger than the black sun? What did that mean? And this black sun, what was it then?