Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 190 - 188: Victory Declaration

Weakened by Endless Resentment, the Desolate God was already a spent force. It launched a desperate, final struggle, instinctively sensing its own impending doom.

In truth, the best response would have been to simply wear it down from a distance. After all, once Endless Resentment was complete, the battle’s outcome was already decided.

But if he couldn’t even face its dying struggle head-on, Westheid felt he would be unworthy of victory.

’True victory must be the complete and utter annihilation and humiliation of one’s opponent!’

BOOM—

The muffled, titanic crash was like an anvil striking the earth, the toll of a great, somber bell echoing across the sky.

Infused with Divine Power, his Barrier reinforced, he unleashed his full might.

Westheid’s unreserved strike met the Dirt World Desolate God’s charge head-on. In the end, Shadow-Born’s blade proved superior, grinding the Desolate God’s momentum to a halt.

Westheid seemed minuscule compared to the Desolate God, yet this tiny figure defied all logic, stopping the behemoth in its tracks. He then sprinted along its flank, the elongated edge of Shadow-Born tearing through its body as he ran.

His skin, muscles, and bones were flooded with rampaging Chaos Energy, SIZZLING AND CRACKLING as if it were flash-roasting Duke Qinghui’s very flesh.

Yet the feeling of power and satisfaction from siphoning energy from the Dirt World Desolate God canceled out the pain, putting Westheid in a bizarre state.

Westheid tore into the Desolate God with increasing speed, an ineffable ecstasy compelling him to laugh aloud.

"Hahahahaha! What a rush! What a rush!"

Duke Qinghui moved across the Desolate God’s body like a being of light and fire, repeatedly tearing it to pieces with Shadow-Born until it was nothing but a shapeless mass of mangled flesh, its remains scattered wantonly by the storm.

For the final blow, Westheid leaped high, performing an Ascending Dragon to sever the Desolate God’s only remaining intact part—its head.

Slain!

The hill-sized head skidded across the ground, sliding all the way out of the range of the Endless Resentment technique and coming to a stop just short of the retreating army.

As the dust settled, the Desolate God’s head, now completely devoid of life and presence, began to disintegrate into embers. Westheid stood atop it, savoring the rush of Dragon Thunder Devouring Destruction. He removed his Mask of Fallen Heaven and let out a long, contented sigh.

Amidst the endless crimson embers, the black-haired, purple-eyed man stood upon the Desolate God’s head, his handsome, blood-splattered face serene and placid.

Among the sparks of dying embers and brilliant lightning, he even seemed to possess a sliver of Divinity.

Gazing upon the scene before them, a moment seemingly torn from the pages of an epic, even the slowest among them understood what had just happened.

The death of the Dirt World Desolate God meant there would be no organized Chaos Demon Army left near the Qinghui Territory.

In other words, their goal of reclaiming their homeland was now a reality.

Overwhelming emotion swelled in the chests of the Purity People. They gazed up at their leader, an avatar of pure violence and Aesthetics, too choked with emotion to cheer.

At last, after a bizarre moment of silence, Yolanda’s fairy-like face twisted with emotion. She let out an uncharacteristically crude and fervent cheer:

"Hell yeah! My brother totally humiliated that Dirt World Desolate God! He’s invincible!"

"Invincible!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

.......

"Heh... Hahahaha!"

Amidst the roaring tide of cheers, Westheid felt an unprecedented thrill.

’Yes, yes... This is it. Worship me! Adore me! Revere me!’

’It’s enough to make me want to raise my banner!’

Duke Qinghui threw his head back and covered his face, then laughed as he cursed:

"Goddammit! You even need to say it?"

"I told you all I was invincible! Unbeatable in battle, unstoppable in conquest! And yet some of you still dared to doubt me! You thought I couldn’t lead you to reclaim our homeland!"

"You bunch of fools! Short-sighted, narrow-minded frogs in a well! You forced my hand! I had to crush this chaotic filth that invaded our home, and to put your minds at ease, I had to secure this victory myself! To slaughter this Dirt World Desolate God like a common dog!"

Westheid’s voice was deep and resonant. After his gaze swept over the frenzied Qinghui Army, he tilted his head back slightly and proclaimed:

"But I am Your Majesty, the head of your clan. I can forgive all your doubts, your grievances, and your confusion. But from this day forward, I want to see no more self-pity, no more acts of despair or cowardice! All you have to do is follow me to create miracles! To witness glory!"

"Today marks the defeat of the Chaos Demon Army and the reclamation of our Qinghui homeland! Next comes the great rise of the Purity People! We are not here to restore our former glory! We are marching toward a brilliance never before seen! We will make the splendor of Qinghui outshine the blazing sun!"

"Because I’m just that damn strong! With my peerless martial prowess and world-shaking wisdom, all you need to do is follow me! With me leading you, what the hell can possibly stop the rise of the Purity People? What could possibly stand in our way!?"

Stirred up by Westheid’s speech, the Qinghui Army erupted into a deafening roar:

"Absolutely nothing! Nothing at all!!"

"Long live Your Majesty! Duke Qinghui is invincible!"

.......

The joy of the celebration was not limited to the Purity People; even their allies from other forces were swept up in the victorious atmosphere.

This was especially true for Mivana and Reiya. Westheid’s desires were their own, and this grueling battle had been a rare opportunity to fight by his side.

’Our bond has deepened!’

’It would have been even better if it was just with West (Teacher)...’

The Dragon Girl and the Wolf Girl, returning from the battlefield, exchanged a glance. As comrades who had covered each other’s backs, they both knew just how desperately the other had fought.

’Anyone willing to lay down their life for Westheid can’t be all bad! At least... she’s not quite so detestable anymore.’

Though they both remained silent, watching their shared love pontificate from atop the Desolate God’s head, the atmosphere between them was markedly better than before.

They loved the same man and were both willing to sacrifice everything for his ambitions. Realizing this was enough for now. As for everything else... they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. The things they couldn’t compromise on, they still wouldn’t compromise on.

"Woohoo!! A warrior worth a thousand! Reclaiming the homeland! Slaying a Desolate God! What a magnificent epic! O, shadowflame dwelling in my eyes, did you see it? Are you satisfied? This is the Chaos Battlefield! This is the destiny of us, the Shadowflame Clan!"

A flaxen-haired girl in a military uniform leaped out of the main control room, gulping down the murky air. Her pretty face was flushed bright red as she spun around in place.

"Duke Qinghui... has he slain the Devourer?"

Meanwhile, among the ranks of the Ring of Clear Skies, Hecate pressed a hand to her heaving chest. Preparing the immense Endless Resentment technique had taken a significant toll on her.

Thankfully, she had succeeded. In the end, the technique’s success had even surpassed the Witch’s own expectations.

Though Mivana and Reiya were just as important, in this moment, the long, crimson-haired Witch had eyes only for that supremely arrogant figure.

The crimson-haired Witch’s beautiful face, usually so cold and detached, was overcome with an irrepressible flush. Her lovely, dark purple eyes shimmered with infatuation... and moisture.