Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 582: Jiang Yuan’s Choice — Didn’t You Say the Sun and Moon Couldn’t Be Reversed?

Hearing the Death Messenger's command, all the New Saints trembled in unison, and then most of them suddenly surged with rising energy, turning toward Pride.

However, almost everyone kept their heads lowered, not daring to look Pride in the eyes.

On one hand, the arrogance in those eyes made them difficult to face directly;

on the other hand, they also found it hard to confront their own hearts.

They had personally elevated Pride to the divine altar of the Saint Lord before, yet now they were about to turn against him immediately because of such a casual command.

Jiang Yuan's eyes still looked somewhat dazed. The intense internal conflict had already drained him to the point where he could barely endure.

"You all..."

He looked at his colleagues who were now preparing to besiege the Saint Lord, wanting very much to say something at this moment.

But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't bring himself to speak them.

Looking at the faces of his former colleagues, even his seniors—their faces covered with cracks, appearances that were no longer human—they were filled with exhaustion and death-like despair.

They were already dead to begin with;

he was the only survivor in this world.He had gathered their remnant souls to fight one last battle for this world, for that elusive hope.

What choice was actually right? How could they save this already destroyed world? These shouldn't have been questions for them to consider.

That responsibility should have been his alone.

"Jiang Yuan." Suddenly, a voice emerged from among those who kept their heads lowered as if they had no thoughts of their own.

Jiang Yuan turned his head and met a pair of weary, ashen eyes.

"We're all already dead people, and this world has long been destroyed."

"We have no choice but to believe. Without this belief, we wouldn't even exist."

"But..."

In the end, the words that should have followed this "but" never came out.

After the Death Messenger's merciless command, these people charged forward like controlled robots.

One after another, their figures transformed into streams of light, brushing past Jiang Yuan as they flew toward Pride.

"Hahaha!!"

Pride, however, was completely unfazed, showing no anger at being betrayed. Instead, he laughed heartily, swinging his battle axe to engage these people in combat.

The strength of these New Saints was still considerable, not so weak as to be instantly slain by the battle axe's might.

For a moment, over a dozen figures bounced through the air like springs, being knocked back, sent flying, then returning again.

Lu Ce spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist exploded in the air, enveloping his entire body, and his aura surged once more.

Burning his life essence to gain power!

In his last shred of miserable reason, Lu Ce threw out his Hourglass of Life, tracing an arc through the air before falling to an unknown location.

If he were truly going to die here, then let this hourglass serve as the recorder of his life!

But how could Pride possibly lose!?

Watching the "Sin" before him whose momentum and combat power kept rising steadily, the Death Messenger gently stroked her chest, calming her spirit.

"This is really strange..."

According to reason, with all eight Beacons sealed and all cities belonging to the Saints, the Saints' power should be continuously amplified while the Demons' power should be constantly weakening.

But why hadn't she felt much amplification on her side, while his aura was climbing so rapidly?

This wasn't right! This was the game's setting—why wasn't he affected?

To avoid complications, she didn't delay too long. Glancing at Jiang Yuan who still hadn't moved, she mocked:

"What? Still not taking action? Are you, this savior, going to stand on the Demon's side? Have you forgotten the prophecy?"

Jiang Yuan: ...

Ignoring the soul-lost Jiang Yuan, she waved her hand, and all the angels surrounded them, continuously launching long-range attacks from the periphery.

One light sword after another materialized in the air, their numbers like torrential rain, blotting out the sky as they slammed toward the besieged Pride.

As if they cost nothing.

"Kill the Devil King, long live the Saint Lord!"

At this moment, the people throughout the city still behaved like automatons, chanting nothing else but this phrase, knowing only to kowtow and worship, repeating it endlessly.

Because of Xie Antong's previous sarcastic remarks, the Death Messenger could sense that the term "Devil King" was probably problematic.

But it didn't matter, just a minor issue...

Waving her hand somewhat irritably, her voice once again echoed in everyone's hearts.

"Quiet, stop making noise."

"If you are truly devout, you can meditate silently in your hearts. The most loyal among you will have the opportunity to directly evolve into angels and participate in besieging him."

"To personally resolve him!"

As her words fell, the entire city instantly fell silent. Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, silently reciting something in their hearts.

The Death Messenger smiled with satisfaction.

She positioned herself in an absolutely safe location, controlling this encirclement campaign, and even deployed the powerful move she had used before—that deceleration field—to weaken Pride.

Although she had clearly won the previous exchange, the feeling of being suppressed at the soul level still frightened her somewhat.

Even if she wouldn't admit it herself.

Meanwhile, Pride's own momentum and energy continued to climb without limit, single-handedly suppressing the countless heavenly soldiers and generals before him until they couldn't lift their heads.

His unrestrained demeanor showed no sense of a cornered beast fighting desperately. Instead, it was exactly as he had thought to himself earlier.

—The Devil King is the final challenge for the heroes.

I will be that insurmountable mountain that you cannot overcome even by pooling all your strength!

The roaring sounds shook cracks into the walls of surrounding buildings, but in Jiang Yuan's eyes now, it seemed like he couldn't hear anything.

In his vision, everything before him appeared like a silent film.

Watching that seemingly invincible figure surrounded by the crowd, his current state was somewhat similar to that of the Chu soldier watching Xiang Yu back in the day.

Everything was silent. All the memories in his mind flashed by rapidly like a revolving lantern.

Those past struggles, past failures, past tears and blood...

The Death Messenger was attacking continuously from that perfect distance, completely focused, when suddenly, a blue electric flash caught the corner of her eye.

That was... a sword!

Clang!

The Death Messenger jerked backward, but a blood streak still appeared on her face. Blood splattered as her brain momentarily lacked oxygen, staring in shock at Jiang Yuan before her.

"You! Have you gone mad?!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes now burned with blue flames, his hands gripping the long sword so tightly that they bled.

Pointing at the blazing sun in the sky above, he roared:

"Didn't you say before that the sun and moon could never be reversed?!"

"Now, they've been reversed!"