novelraw Chapter 157 -157-Farce
Chapter 157 -157-Farce
At this moment, countless Otherworldly Prodigies were staring at the Stonekin genius who had created a miracle.
What he had done, and what he had said, struck a powerful chord deep within the hearts of the prodigies on his side.
If fate refuses to give us a choice, then we will fight until we beat fate itself!
Weakness, perhaps, is nothing more than an excuse one makes for one’s own failure.
As long as one is willing to risk everything, even the strongest opponent is not impossible to defeat.
Ever since Heavenscar opened, the Holy Faction had never once won.
The reason was simple: the prodigies from the great races and great worlds of the Endless Starfield had all banded together.
Meanwhile, those born into lesser races had no choice at all. They could only join the Holy Faction, the side that was doomed to lose.
They were not like the powerhouses of the great races.
Those prodigies from the great races had plenty of Fortune Points to spare. They could afford to lose. At worst, they would just lose some Fortune Points.
But these lesser-race prodigies could not afford defeat!
What they represented was not themselves alone, but the countless members of their race and plane.
Death itself was not frightening.
What was frightening was that once they died, their people would be forced to endure endless heavenly calamities, generation after generation.
The same was true for the human race.
Daniel took a deep breath. He could not afford to lose either.
Because he represented all of humanity.
If humanity’s Fortune Points ever dropped into the negative, the human race would suffer even harsher punishment.
He absolutely could not allow that to happen.
He did not want humanity to relive the disasters of his past lives ever again.
They had been too miserable, like an endless nightmare from which no one could ever wake.
"That’s right. Even an ant has the right to lift its head and look at the stars."
Daniel clenched his fists silently.
He swore that he would lead humanity to crush every calamity and every obstacle.
He would lead humanity to witness that vast, boundless starry sky!
...
Watching Vogan get killed by what was essentially a "sneak attack," the prodigies of the Empyrean Faction fell silent for a moment.
Vogan of the Netherkin had been very strong, yet he had still died at the hands of Berno of the Stonekin.
They were surprised, but they did not think it was all that extraordinary.
Within their faction, Vogan was only at a middling level.
And on the Holy Faction’s side, how many would dare risk their lives the way Berno had?
Berno had only won by taking an unconventional path and getting lucky.
Now that the prodigies of the Empyrean Faction were on guard, what waves could the Holy Kingdom side possibly stir up anymore?
"It’s time to end this farce."
At that moment, a figure stepped out from the Empyrean Faction.
The man was tall, and his entire body radiated a sacred aura.
The moment the prodigies of the Holy Faction saw him, they all sucked in a sharp breath.
"Kahn! A prodigy of the Godkin!"
"Wasn’t he supposed to have gone to Cloudcrest Peak with Harris? Why is he here?"
"No wonder Harris dared go climb the summit before finishing his mission. So he left Kahn here to keep watch."
The prodigies of the Empyrean Faction also revealed looks of anticipation.
They all knew that the prodigies of the Godkin were absurdly powerful.
After all, Kahn had once single-handedly broken through a border fortress of the Holy Kingdom, slaughtered a large number of legendary-grade experts, and even instantly killed Otherworldly Prodigies without the slightest suspense!
"Kahn is probably in a hurry to finish things here so he can go join Harris in reaching the summit..."
"The moment Kahn makes his move, the ending is already decided—unless the other side suddenly produces a dark horse on his level."
"Everyone stay sharp. The other side might go all out and try to overwhelm us in a group fight..."
Kahn walked through the void.
With every step he took, it felt as though he were stomping directly on the hearts of the opposing prodigies.
Kahn swept his gaze across every person in the Holy Faction, his eyes glowing with sacred light, dazzling to the extreme.
Not a single opponent dared meet his gaze head-on.
"Godkin, Kahn."
He came to a stop, his tone utterly calm.
The Holy Faction instantly erupted into chaos.
"How are we supposed to fight this? That’s Kahn!"
"He’s the one who took on an entire fortress by himself and even instantly killed three non-human prodigies!"
"There’s no way a single person can defeat him!"
Instantly killing native powerhouses—even Transcendent legendary-grade ones—did not strike them as particularly shocking.
Because their own side could do the same.
But instantly killing three prodigies?
That achievement was simply too outrageous.
Daniel was also staring fixedly at everything before him.
"Godkin..."
A trace of memory flickered through his eyes.
In his previous lives, after the game and reality had begun to merge and the heavenly calamities erupted, humanity had suffered terribly.
More than once, human powerhouses had contacted the God Realm, begging it to send powerful experts to save the human race.
But from beginning to end, the Godkin had not sent even a single shadow.
In the end, humanity stopped pinning its hopes on the God Realm and instead stumbled onward, surviving on its own.
Thinking of that connection, Daniel could not help looking at Kahn a few more times.
Kahn truly was formidable. At the very least, in terms of sheer presence alone, he had already crushed everyone on the other side.
But if the Godkin were this terrifying, why had they not helped humanity?
Why had they stood by and watched while humanity struggled on the edge of death?
Was it simply because humanity was just one of the countless planes under the jurisdiction of the God Realm, so insignificant it was less than an ant?
He still remembered how humanity had suppressed the Abyss Rift, blocking the invasion of the Demon Realm on behalf of the God Realm.
Humanity had literally been fighting for the God Realm!
And yet the Godkin had abandoned humanity to die.
At that thought, Daniel’s gaze grew complicated.
...
Within the Holy Faction,
someone suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Attack together! No single person can beat Kahn!"
"That’s right! We carry the hopes of our race on our backs. Our individual lives don’t matter, but we cannot betray the expectations of the billions of our people!"
"I may never return. I may lose as well... but before that happens, let me first offer up my final blessing for my race!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of Otherworldly Prodigies suddenly charged out, bringing with them the native legendary-grade powerhouses as they rushed toward the Empyrean Faction.
The prodigies of the Empyrean Faction had long been expecting this move. Many wore disdainful expressions as they stepped forward to meet them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Godscar instantly exploded into chaos.
The melee had begun!
"..."
Daniel watched it all coldly. "I’ll clean up the aftermath at the end."
His heart was icy, without the slightest trace of softheartedness.
The life or death of those Holy Faction prodigies had nothing to do with him!
Aside from being responsible for humanity, he had no need to be responsible for anyone else.
The best outcome was for both sides to batter each other bloody. That way, he would save some effort later.
...
The battle raged on continuously.
From within Godscar, miserable screams rang out from time to time, and every so often several corpses would fall from the sky.
Some were native legendary-grade experts and prodigies from the Holy Faction. A very small number were legendary-grade experts and prodigies from the Empyrean Kingdom.
The battle went on for a long time.
Then, at a certain moment...
Godscar suddenly fell silent.
When that twisted expanse of space dispersed, it revealed the side that had won in the end.
As expected, it was the Empyrean Faction.
At this point, all of the Empyrean Faction’s native legendary-grade experts had died, leaving behind only a dozen or so prodigies.
Quite a few of them were injured, some lightly, some heavily.
Only powerhouses like Kahn of the Godkin and Magna of the Netherkin were completely unscathed.
"The prodigies of the Holy Faction really did have some skill. Aside from having a thinner foundation, their talents weren’t actually that much worse than ours."
"There’s still a gap. If you compare them to the very top great races, they’re far behind."
"Exactly. Among the Netherkin’s two prodigies, Vogan only died because he was careless. Magna’s completely fine, and Kahn doesn’t even need mentioning."
"No matter what, this mission should be complete now. All that’s left is to push into the Imperial City, and it’ll be over!"
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