klisemfg Chapter 489 Waaaaah!
Chapter 489 Waaaaah!
There's no one left on the island...
The Void Demon had no rivals...
It carries out the duties bestowed upon it by the ancient gods, conducting the Twilight Judgment upon all living beings surrounding the Isle of Atonement...
Without Lorraine, everything would have turned out exactly as predicted...
The Twilight Trial has arrived ahead of schedule.
An ancient god, trapped at the bottom of the ocean, will eventually break free of Titan's seal and continue his duty of devouring the stars... just like countless void creatures in the universe acting on their instincts, decomposing organic matter, devouring everything, and turning it into nothingness...
The variable lies with an unassuming necromancer; Lorraine blatantly cheats, unlocking extraordinary powers that don't belong to this world...
The Void Power, sharing the same origin as the Faceless Ones, is the same as the Void Tyrant's ultimate technique, the Mirror of Truth activated by Lorraine, which is accompanied by a Shadow Barrier. Lower-level dimensional demons are merely ants compared to elephants before a Void Tyrant...
Even a seemingly primordial black dot would be pulverized if the Faceless One's avatar were drawn into a magical black hole in this world...
What it doesn't understand is why there would be a higher being of the same kind who betrays their instincts to help mortals, who were originally food for the void, fight against the Faceless Ones.
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As long as reality and illusion can be described, there is bound to be a connection... This connection, though ethereal, is precisely what makes the Cthulhu God so terrifying... Void creatures, relying on flesh and blood and soul consciousness, evolve in reality, becoming like monsters and demons.
Ghosts, vengeful spirits, demons—these supernatural beings are themselves life forms that survive under other conditions...
Like invasive species, sometimes in relatively peaceful and comfortable environments, they seem to have no constraints or drawbacks, causing devastating damage to native species... Think of the legends of tigers roaring in Africa, Japanese knotweed or tumbleweeds, crayfish and rabbits, and Asian carp...
However, strictly speaking, if this has already happened, isn't it simply a normal choice made by nature...?
The world is ever-changing. What you perceive as human intervention is nothing more than a tiny, conscious ant that, by modifying its sand nest, believes it has destroyed mountains and lakes, when in reality it's just a mound of dirt and a urinal...
In the universe, on the surface of a speck of dust, human influence, including mortals themselves, is simply a normal activity. Even the seemingly blasphemous act of using an atomic bomb... is merely a normal process of boiling water observed in the changes of celestial bodies in the universe.
The threat of the void and shadows, the greatness of life, lies solely in the individual's eternal exploration and pursuit of knowledge, changing more established facts and routine phenomena around them...
The power Lorraine gained was not of mortal descent, yet that did not prevent it from slaying gods...
So-called void demons or gods are nothing but ants before absolute power... Power itself is in the hands of the wise... By using wisdom and courage to overcome great obstacles with small forces, all difficulties or enemies that threaten mortals are actually just ordinary beasts or dangerous viruses.
Lorraine kicked out...
A long, strange discourse popped into my mind, as if someone were judging its audacity and delusions... Perhaps it was the impatient adoptive father watching everything, perhaps the teacher who had always been an observer, perhaps it was the gods watching Lorraine's every move...
The truth is, Lorraine's idea was good, and she acted quickly, but the results were less than satisfactory...
His foot sank into the Void Demon's body...
The Faceless One had countless eyes on its body, including its buttocks. Lorraine was surprised by the hairstyle; a familiar face appeared on the Void Demon's buttocks... It was none other than that poor Chicken Rib Prince...
The other party glared fiercely at Lorraine, who tried to pull her foot back... only to find that, like the creatures that had touched the black water before, she was powerless to break free...
"Damn, this guy's incredibly smart... he was actually waiting for me here..."
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"Lorraine! Haha, you've finally met your match... I refused to die, I wanted to keep this grudge alive, I wanted to drag you down with me... I've finally got my wish..."
A face ravaged by the decay of Galin and Thorbain appeared on the Void Demon's buttocks...
It seemed to be grinning maliciously... The charred face and the pain were nothing compared to dragging Lorraine down with it... Although Lorraine also had a withered and shriveled face, which was not exactly handsome, compared to Garin's terrifying appearance at this moment, he was much more attractive.
“I saw my father… My father wanted to kill me, wanted revenge… Does he know my pain? Living in this land ravaged by the dead and demons, isn’t it hell? He has become a death knight, and my father himself has clearly become an undead. He has fallen. What right does he have to talk about me, the crown prince who has fought with all his might for the honor of the Thorben family!”
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"He said I couldn't be a true king... Yes, he enjoyed power, fought on the battlefield, possessed everything, and was respected... But what about me? I bear his expectations, yet I can't have everything he enjoyed, and instead, I have to be responsible for the future of this family..."
“I can’t imagine what my father went through, but I’ve gotten used to a comfortable life. I’m different from him, but he’s forcing me to follow his path and continue everything he’s done, without considering my life or my future at all. What right does he have to say that I can’t become a real king… Am I just his puppet?”
“Every generation has its own circumstances, its own problems, its own choices… He couldn’t elevate me to kingship; he wanted to drag me down and strip me of my privileges. Of course, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands… My beloved father…”
Garin & Thorben roared in resentment. If Lorraine hadn't gotten her foot stuck in it, she wouldn't have wanted to face the devil's backside and watch a prince from a troubled family spout nonsense at her...
The so-called family of origin varies from person to person, so how can it be considered original sin?
Many people rot in the mud, while others draw nourishment from it and bloom from it...
To take a recent example, consider the second son of Mograine the Elder. To free his father from the Scourge's control, he willingly became a Death Knight... while his elder brother, for the sake of power and status, personally assassinated their father, believing inheritance to be the easiest path to glory... Little did he know, every warrior must overcome both their inner enemy and all external foes to truly become a knight or a respected nobleman...
The earliest nobles were all distinguished by their military achievements; later, blood-related marriages only resulted in the reproduction of many people with congenital diseases, intellectual disabilities, or mental retardation...
Lorraine didn't want to listen to the incomprehensible nonsense spouted by the face on his backside; he was watching the black hole approach...
The Faceless Demon was still some distance away, and Lorraine could only curse in exasperation:
"I didn't even know who my parents were in my previous life. Only a teacher I didn't know treated me well. Why do you, such a pretentious young master, always target a poor wretch like me? Huh? Before you become king, at least be a decent human being! You inhuman wretch... Get your stinking mouth off me! Waaaaah..."