Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1287 - 133: Twin Stars of Severed Grace and Vengeance Shine (Part 4)
"Second seat Alandia Helison, acknowledged."
He was no longer just a follower, not merely part of the Jihui Bureau; he now had the recognition of every member of the council, and he officially became the leader of the Knight Order, the contemporary master of the Holy Fire Armor. An impossible flaw appeared in the absolute drama, causing the assault of the dramatic doctrine to pause abruptly. The old leader took off his armor, allowing the Holy Fire to soar towards the new knight. He watched the light departing from him, a relieved smile appearing on his aged face.
Gongsun Ce donned the armor and took a deep breath. The armor was not heavy for him now, but he had never felt his shoulders so weighted, as if bearing the past and entanglements of an entire nation.
The power of this armor brought him indescribable pain, as if his body were thrown into a dying sun, with every drop of blood in him burned by the Holy Fire. Yet, this pain felt warm, calming his mind like a lake. Through the ages, countless knights have borne this pain, transforming it into strength to fight against formidable foes threatening the righteous. Their hearts and souls are the kindling for this flame, their resolve becoming the courage of successors in battle...
Allowing him to, like every past leader, burn his spirit to wield the sword in combat!
The skills and thoughts that once belonged to the previous master of the armor surged into Gongsun Ce’s Spirit Light at this moment. Following his inner guidance, he summoned the longsword, slashing out a blaze that illuminated the skies. The threads binding everyone were completely incinerated at this moment. Situ Yi’s pupils spun randomly as the sudden shift subjected his doctrine to unprecedented impact. Chaotic text emerged on the surface of his body, and he frantically wrote the script, bellowing: "Identity change...it doesn’t matter! Immediately revise the script and restart the drama; no mere character can escape my stage!"
Countless threads wove into a burning firmament, pressing down on the crowd with a doomed fate. However, the brilliant golden flame surged with his roar, transforming into a burning mountain to hold back the firmament.
The base of the Holy Fire Mountain was Gongsun Ce’s finger, pointing unwaveringly at the sky like an unyielding soul. His body and existence repeatedly became as shriveled as a corpse, only to fully restore under the immortal power each time. A vast life force under Gongsun Ce’s will transformed into Tribulation Flame, which, in turn, was transformed by the armor’s aid into Holy Fire. The endless gray threads were drawn endlessly, frenzied like bizarre serpents. Yet, the golden brilliance blocked all threads, even the director’s will could not overcome the light of life.
"Your doctrine is the world’s foundation? So what!" Gongsun Ce shouted, "Listen well to me! This flame has been burning since eighteen hundred years ago, using the lives of warriors as kindling, achieving strength through righteousness and will. It will ultimately break through all barriers, burning your self-righteous world!"
Mountainous feats completed by one’s solitary journey; that flame compressed under his will into a rotating spear. The golden spearhead incinerated and tore countless threads, piercing through layers of skies!
Faced with the imposing mindset, it retreated before the flame of life. Situ Yi could self-destruct his world to gain power, but the Holy Fire Knights burned themselves at every moment. That fearless sacrifice exceeded limits in the cycle of death and rebirth. The constraints of the dramatic doctrine were scorched away by one’s flame, and the broken mechanical god stood again, defeating the firmament with the Spiral Spear, Situ Yi’s body completely exposed under the knights’ swords. Gongsun Ce and Alandia charged with their swords together, launching the final counterattack against the archenemy.
"[The immortal authority of the Holy Fire still has flaws, the cycle of repeated resurrection will plunge the knight into weakness. At this moment, the Jihui Bureau will be attacked while vulnerable, allowing the gods to possess]!"
Situ Yi remembered, he recalled the flaw he had exploited years ago. He controlled his cumbersome body to retreat, redirecting the attack direction of all the threads. Aiming at the moment of Gongsun Ce’s exhaustion and resurrection, gray strings shot towards his head. He intended to possess the knight leader again, recreating the success of years past!
"It’s not the same as back then, theatrical director."
Macrow’s longsword blocked the threads. Its blade was immersed in the mountain-sized Holy Fire. The instinct as a Silent Phase Mage allowed him to utilize Gongsun Ce’s strength of self-immolation. He raised his longsword, borrowing Gongsun Ce’s power to invoke the majestic golden light. This sword shone brightly like the birth of a new star, a long-renowned technique of the Holy Fire Knight: Soul Burning Holy Fire · Ash Extinguishing Rebirth!
"Knights, charge!" the old man roared.
The center of endless gray threads was pierced by the Holy Fire, constructing a fleeting path. This path was high in the sky, without steps or grounds, so the hero’s power paved a smooth road. The battle-weary crowd had long lost the strength to march, so the arc of miracles provided them the final opportunity.
Alandia held the weakened Gongsun Ce’s hand, stepping onto the path of light, pressing forward with all their might. The Majestic Fury Seal was transformed in Gongsun Ce’s hand into a bizarre black sword. Nirvana Flame, Tribulation Flame, and Holy Fire combined with the hearts and seals, imbuing the sword with their intentions. The two knights held their hands tightly together, raising the burning blade, white matter and starlight cloaked the sword’s outer shell, making it resemble the former Final Sword.
The immortal authority provided renewed strength for battle, as they ran, they chanted loudly, gathering the power of Spirit Light with words. It was the Jihui Bureau’s descending arc of light, Alandia’s dawn break, the power of silence and emptiness merged through countless experiences; they leaped at the path’s end, wielding their swords towards the evil god, slashing out a beam belonging to them!
"——Twin Stars Extinction!"
Black and white blades surged into the sky, transforming into two stars, identical yet opposed. They repelled each other, mutually distant, finally drawn close under mysterious forces, tearing the evil god’s body, merging together. Endless light and heat exploded in an instant, the Faceless God’s body shattered, blood evaporating, everything composing him extinguished into dust in the starlight.
Situ Yi’s Spirit Light struggled, trying to escape the peril using convenient powers. However, just as he’d proclaimed seconds ago, there was no possibility left in the battle now. The two beams etched into his pupils. He extended phantom hands, hoping to resist the annihilating force, desperately wanting to distance himself from death. He wished to plead for mercy, wished to cry for redemption, wished to use every means to prolong his life, even for a few seconds.
Situ Yi was almost about to speak, but suddenly he felt a sense of familiarity with the absurdity. He remembered the past, when the four of them from the imperial capital watched a play. The character playing the fool exaggeratedly waved his hands before dying, making excuses with comedic and laughable remarks. Back then, Yan Qi showed disdain, Qin Ming was puzzled, Liu Zhongwu showed hatred on his face, while only Situ Yi appreciated the actor’s skill, sincerely praising the fool’s vivid performance.
What did he say then?
Drama seemed to blend with reality, past and present seemed to overlap. Was he before death now? Was he by the river over two hundred years ago? Was he in the imperial city over ten years ago? The world was absurd like a clumsy play, only the truth known to the spectators outside the theater. Laughter, cries, curses, shouts; the multicolored illusion realm was chaotic like a kaleidoscope, yet only the light of swords decisively pierced through phantom blossoms.
He remembered, at that time Situ Yi said...
"It’s truly... a spectacular performance."
The phantom hand dropped at the last moment, disappearing with Situ Yi’s face in the light. No one knew what expression the Faceless God wore before death; he silently succumbed to the dread of demise, leaving not a speck of dust in the world.
And the gathering stars still shone, ascending to the boundless cosmos, blossoming countless lights in the darkness. Like dazzling stars descending upon the galaxy...
Becoming an ethereal meteor shower, descending upon the earth.
