Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 428: Lichina & Vermillion

Because of the sudden upheaval, it seemed that the human side had been forced into a disadvantaged position. Facing those who had once been friends and comrades, even though those people were now clearly dead, their hearts were shaken to some extent.

But at that very moment, countless streaks of light suddenly appeared simultaneously in the gloomy sky, flashing with a brilliance like radiant four-pointed stars.

In an instant, the dark clouds were torn apart by innumerable small holes. A piercing sound rang out as arrows tore through the air at an unimaginable speed.

Those arrows radiated a strange light. A transparent energy tinged with intense golden brilliance pierced through the bodies of countless half-Undead, then embedded themselves into the ground. From those points, vegetation surged forth, powerful vines and enormous carnivorous flowers erupting in profusion.

Shrill screams erupted violently, and before long, the vanguard of the half-Undead army was completely wiped out.

At this moment, an Elf suddenly roared loudly, "For the glory of Eldoria, for the glory of Prince Dorian!"

Immediately after came resounding shouts. The humans clenched their teeth, gripped the weapons in their hands, and focused all their resolve on the battle.

And at this very moment, in distant Eldoria.

A figure stood atop the World Tree. Rising through the layers of clouds, with its absurd height, the World Tree allowed its observer to take in the full situation far away.

Yet in Dorian’s eyes, there were only patches of darkness like black smoke constantly rising. The darkest and most intense of them was Lichina. The scattered patches of darkness around it were surely her army.

In his hands, he held a massive golden bow. His bright golden hair was blown back by the wind.

An elf beside him softly reminded him, "The decisive strike will only be unleashed if Lichina has still not been brought down by the end of the battle."

Dorian said nothing. He merely raised his hand and drew the bow once more. At the same time, immense energy gathered at the bowstring, and before them, a gigantic magic circle appeared.

"Bang!"

A thunderous sound rang out as the bow was released, creating a heavy shockwave. The spreading aftershocks made the leaves of the World Tree rustle and tremble.

The tremendous energy passed through the magic circle and instantly transformed into streams of meteors, shooting straight toward the distant battlefield.

Dorian’s expression still showed little emotion. The smile that always lingered at the corner of his lips did not make him look happy at all. No one knew what he was thinking.

And at this moment, deep within the battlefield, Silvanus carried three severely wounded mages on his back and directly hurled them toward the relief zone. That area was enclosed by another group of mages. Healing specialists stood at the rear, using medicinal supplies and their superior healing expertise to focus on their roles, aiming to reduce fatalities and quickly restore other mages so they could return to the fight.

Silvanus’s body was now covered in fresh blood. The blood had even plastered his hair to his forehead. He looked terrifying, though in truth not all of it was his own.

Just then, he suddenly spun and leapt upward. At the same time, a sphere of light appeared in his hand. He threw it downward, and it immediately exploded with tremendous force, blasting the half-Undead who were sneaking in an attack into dust and debris.

But it wasn’t enough. It seemed that no matter how hard they fought, it was still not enough.

Because there were mages who, once cut down, instantly transformed into half-Undead. And there were also endless skeletal remains crawling up from the ground without pause.

It was as if this place had once been an ancient battlefield where countless lives had fallen.

Now, even the rest of those who had died was being disturbed.

The key to their victory was still high above.

Lichina had to be brought down. As long as she was defeated, this army of half-Undead would completely vanish!

And in the air, Vermillion and Lichina still had not truly made a move.

They were only looking at each other.

Vermillion said nothing, merely slowly tightening his grip on the sword in his hand.

Lichina lounged casually atop her scythe, as if the battlefield below did not exist, as if she and Vermillion were simply old friends.

She smiled and said softly, "Tsk. I only slept for a while, and yet you’ve grown old and ugly already, Vermillion."

Hearing this, Vermillion could not help but chuckle. His hand touched his face, feeling the slightly sagging, wrinkled skin and his long beard. "Is that so? People usually praise me for aging handsomely."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Lichina, and he said casually, "You’re the only one who never changes, Lichina, you monster."

Lichina laughed. "Could you not insult me in that tone?"

What kind of tone it was, Vermillion did not know. He only looked at Lichina.

In the eyes of countless people, Lichina existed in the form of the person they loved most, the one they were obsessed with, the one they longed for, or the one they could never attain.

Only within Silvanus’s sight was Lichina’s form the true one.

But if anyone possessed Vermillion’s perspective, they too would see Lichina’s true appearance. It merely looked younger, lacking any sinister aura. Instead, she resembled nothing more than a beautiful girl with a normally enchanting smile.

"You no longer love me, do you, Vermillion. You want to kill me again." Lichina spoke softly.

Vermillion said nothing. He suddenly swung his sword upward. In an instant, the blade in his hand extended, cutting through the air as if to cleave Lichina in two.

Lichina was startled. She swiftly dodged, deep green currents of energy spreading out like a pair of wings. She abruptly lifted her gaze. Her straight black hair, pitch-dark eyes, and corpse-pale skin made her chilling despite her beautiful face.

She suddenly curved her lips, red as if smeared with blood. "So you’re not here after all? How confident of you."

As soon as the words fell, her smile suddenly tore open in an exaggerated manner, forming a face like that of a demon. The massive scythe in her hand moved decisively, slashing out a crescent-moon arc of light that struck directly toward Vermillion.

"Boom! Crash!"

An explosion of energy erupted in the sky. The aftershocks gave rise to a violent gale, as if it were about to sweep everything away.

Wave after wave of tremors not only resounded through the heavens but also caused the ground itself to quake without end.

As the energy dispersed, the figures of Vermillion and Lichina were revealed, facing each other head-on. From the point where sword and scythe met, bursts of smaller energy storms erupted, illuminating the eyes of both of them.

"I’ve seen it. Among the people here, there is a very interesting disciple..." Lichina laughed softly. Her voice no longer carried a melodious tone. Instead, it sounded hoarse and ragged, as if her throat were being torn apart with every sound.

"I think you must have met them earlier." Vermillion said quietly.

"Yes. A perfect body to receive my legacy. Do you think he will become the second Lichina?" Lichina licked her lips as she spoke. Her expression, gaze, and tone were all filled with provocation.

To this, Vermillion gave only a brief reply: "He is the light."

Immediately afterward, Vermillion exerted force, and his sword flared with radiance at the same time.

"Clang!"

A powerful shock sent Lichina flying backward. Vermillion’s blade swept horizontally, then he suddenly shifted to holding the sword with one hand, raising it straight forward at a forty-five-degree angle.

Lichina also spun her scythe, almost forming a storm of darkness. Ancient syllables spilled from her lips, the most primordial of incantations. Before their eyes, the night was torn apart, making way for true darkness to descend.

A vortex of darkness spread outward with Lichina at its center, dense and violent in a deep violet-black hue that stretched across the sky. It twisted and coiled together, forming massive spheres of dark energy, some large, some small, like different planets hovering and pulsing. Within them shimmered a strange light, as if preparing for a supernova.

Facing this, Vermillion’s expression showed not the slightest hesitation.

The sky overhead suddenly dimmed, yet it was not darkness encroaching. It was a translucent dusk, where the moon and the stars were visible, another light of the sun.

From the tip of his sword, immense energy converged. The stars in the sky suddenly fell all at once, transforming into countless fine streaks of light in various cosmic colors—white, pink, blue, and gold. They coiled together like innumerable snapshots capturing the motion of the world.

They poured down without end, first gathering at the sword’s tip, then suddenly bursting outward to cover a vast area. Vermillion’s figure was completely filled with cascading trails of falling stars.

The sky seemed to split into two halves, two different firmaments belonging to beings whose power was capable of shaking the entire world.