novelraw Chapter 588: Betrayal! "Crime," I'll make you win!
Chapter 588: Betrayal! "Crime," I'll make you win!
Perfect Life's body was firmly wedged in front of the attacking Saints, using his comprehensive defense to block the attacks of five players ranked within the world's top fifty!
He stubbornly rendered everyone's attacks utterly ineffective, unable to advance an inch. One must know, these five individuals were all currently strengthened by the Saint faction at this moment!
Moreover, due to some unknown transactions, their enhancements were definitely not limited to just that.
But Perfect Life was, after all, still that impregnable world's number two. Even these players felt a sense of their status being suppressed before him.
Because of the Divine Might Baptism back then! It made his very life essence inherently more superior.
This move could be considered quite sincere, representing Perfect Life officially stepping off the sidelines and entering the fray!
And, it was a betrayal!
He even had time to sever large swathes of chains, formally unleashing the beast, letting Pride, in a state of no restraints whatsoever, crash head-on into the Death Messenger below.
The Death Messenger was greatly alarmed at this moment! He had long grown accustomed to his own tactic of ganging up on the few. The only one who could possibly help "Sin," Jiang Yuan, was currently lying half-dead on the ground.
Why......No one could ever answer His questions like this. The only thing that could answer Him was the giant axe coming straight at His face.
Boom!
This collision was clearly different from before. The spread of energy in the sky had now officially approached a fifty-fifty split.
Both Pride and the Death Messenger simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood. The Death Messenger trembled slightly, struggling to stay airborne before wobbling and crashing to the ground.
Pride, however, instantly vaporized the blood he spat out, as if reintegrating it into his own body, using it as part of his life-burning fuel.
This is bad.
The Death Messenger's expression stiffened for an instant, finding it hard to accept what had just happened.
The opponent's power just now... how could it be almost on par with His own!?
The faith of this world, the death of this world, were constantly strengthening His power, yet the opponent's energy growth rate could actually surpass His own.
And... that Perfect Life!
As the two separated from their hand-to-hand clash, putting a safe distance between them, the Death Messenger finally shouted at Perfect Life in shock and anger:
"What are you doing?"
"I think you've already seen it," Perfect Life did not turn his head, merely looking coldly at the few people before him.
Yang Feng and the other players were also staring at Perfect Life in fear and alarm, clearly having all their original plans disrupted by his appearance.
In their view, the person in this world who should most be kicking "Sin" while he was down was the Perfect Life standing before them.
"He's been blocking this world's ascension channel all along. He chose to make enemies of everyone himself!"
"I said, if he dies, the world's number one spot won't have anything to do with you either," Perfect Life repeated flatly. "And, 'ascension'? Heh..."
Perfect Life said indifferently, looking at Yang Feng as if he were looking at a dog.
"Don't use this kind of self-deceiving talk to comfort yourself."
"It's just that you've already realized you lack the ability, and conveniently, the game came knocking, so you chose a path that seems like a shortcut."
Yang Feng had his thoughts exposed, but he didn't fly into a rage out of humiliation. Instead, he looked at Perfect Life with a face full of confusion.
Actually, he really wanted to say one thing—what's wrong with that?
Shouldn't that be a perfectly normal thing? What else was one supposed to do?
Perfect Life ignored him, instead looking somewhat melancholically to the side, gazing at the current state of this world.
Everyone was sitting cross-legged on the ground, wisps of golden faith energy converging towards the Death Messenger.
He could actually sense now that this world had once truly existed and had truly perished.
But the Yang Feng and others before him could not become Jiang Yuan, nor could they become those guys from before who slapped their own heads and committed suicide.
They were probably the direct cause of a world's destruction!
"When disaster arrives, can even standing idly by be considered a virtue..." Perfect Life murmured.
Everyone looked at him somewhat strangely, not quite knowing what was going on in this guy's head.
The Death Messenger finally spoke up, roaring at Perfect Life:
"Do you know you are a Saint? You actually want to... betray!?"
"I simply refuse to associate with vermin," Perfect Life said calmly.
"Do you really think he can win? Besides, if he actually wins, you gain nothing. You'd still be considered a loser, you know that?"
Yang Feng looked at Perfect Life, not even minding the other's insult towards him, and offered a reminder.
He genuinely couldn't understand why someone would actively help their opponent in a game, causing themselves to lose.
"Of course he can't win!" Perfect Life said with absolute certainty at this moment.
"If there was any possibility of him winning, this Death Messenger wouldn't have appeared, this game wouldn't have even happened."
Earlier, when Pride was burning his life force to fight the Death Messenger, Perfect Life began recalculating the possibilities of this game, looking at more scenarios.
He discovered that no matter how he calculated, as long as "Sin" was going to win, this exact situation would definitely appear! This round was simply unavoidable!
"A situation where victory is possible would never be his to fight. Winning a situation where victory seems impossible, that is hope!"
As Perfect Life spoke, his gaze swept coldly over the faces of all the players. He said, for reasons unclear to them:
"Perhaps, in the future, we too will face similar choices. If we don't try today, such opportunities will be hard to find later!"
Everyone seemed to half-understand, not quite grasping the reason for his current seriousness. Wordcaster-Bai couldn't help but speak up.
"Buddy, if you lose, your consecutive Perfect Clearance streak will be broken!"
"You and 'Sin' are the only ones left with all Perfect Clearances now."
"Precisely because of that! It proves They factored this into the equation!" Perfect Life suddenly widened his eyes, his entire aura beginning to expand wildly.
"I don't care about those things anymore!"
"'Sin,' this time, I must make you win!"
As his words fell, the aura belonging to Perfect Life swept across the entire field, enveloping all the Saint players.
A phantom image of the Eight Trigrams appeared in the sky, covering the angels of this city!