Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 512 I'd Rather Never Been Born (4K)

Above the vast and boundless sky, there are strange visions. Amidst the clouds and mist, many legendary powerful beings at the apocalypse level are like stars in the sky, each shining with eye-catching light.

The iron-blooded Marshal Horatio, clad in fiery red armor, exudes a fiery aura, his eyes are like burning flames, and he holds a huge flaming sword in his hand, with an eternal flame always burning on the sword.

The name of this sword is "Prison of Fire". It is one of the most powerful alchemical weapons in the world of Krad. It is a powerful weapon forged by consuming human lives through a forbidden object with "enhancement effect".

His ability is to manipulate flames, ignite the surrounding air, and form a sea of ​​fire, leaving the enemy nowhere to hide.

The stronger the user is, the larger the range of the sea of ​​fire that can erupt will be. There is no doubt that Horatio has a power close to the middle level of Apocalypse, and the sea of ​​fire that can be formed is even enough to burn down the entire city.

"We must stop that man, otherwise the situation will never get better. Not only Luo En, but all of you will not be able to escape... Once that man reaches the throne of Apocalypse, he will definitely conquer the world. We all know his ambition and revenge. Simply becoming the strongest will not satisfy him."

Horatio paused for a moment, then continued, "What he aspires to achieve is to be 'invincible', a level of power that cannot be threatened by all the people in the world combined. In order to become that powerful, there is actually only one way... that is to become a god."

After he said this, a man in golden clothes among the crowd looked gloomy. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but say:

"Marshal Horatio, watch your words. God was already God when he was born. It is impossible for him to become God later! The great sun is right above our heads. Are you going to keep pretending not to see it?"

If someone else said this, they might be ridiculed, "Except for the God of Reforging, the gods have not appeared or sent down oracles for hundreds of years."

However, the man in golden clothes could never tolerate such words.

Anyone who dares to speak blasphemous words to him must risk a life-and-death battle, because the other party is the Pope of the Church of the Sun.

He was a majestic and sacred figure, with long golden hair that shone like the rays of the sun, eyes deep and bright, and the mark of the sun engraved on his face.

The Sun Pope's golden robe is embroidered with sun patterns. The texture of the robe is very fine and sparkles with golden light, like the light of the sun. He also wears a sun-shaped necklace on his hand and holds a powerful forbidden artifact called the Sun Scepter.

That forbidden artifact is a two-digit forbidden artifact, and its magical thing is that it is not only a forbidden artifact, but also a powerful weapon blessed by the scorching sun.

Anyone who holds the Sun Scepter will be able to obtain endless energy. As long as they are bathed in sunlight, they will never be exhausted or run out of energy.

Next to him was an elf woman in a green dress, her long hair fluttering in the wind. She held a crystal clear magic flute in her hand. She was able to manipulate the power of nature, resonate with all things, and make the earth, trees, flowers and plants become her weapons.

This elven woman is also a legend at the apocalypse level, and is an ancestor of the elves and the ancestor of almost all the Emerald Elves in the world today.

She has not been in Oden Continent for many years, and deep down she is not interested in the fate of the elves. The indifference in her eyes is even colder than that of a machine.

The Emerald Elf remained silent, looking at everyone with cold eyes, and had no intention of speaking.

Not only them, but also Prime Minister William, the "Crown", and even the Emperor of Lorn were here.

The emperor of the Loen people just stood there, attracting everyone's attention. He did not look majestic, but had a strange temperament that made everyone afraid.

I don’t know why, but this emperor of the Loen people is always so... unpredictable. He clearly only has power below that of Apocalypse, but even transcendents at the middle level of Apocalypse will be wary of him.

In other words, it is not just this emperor of the Loen people who is like this. The emperors of Loen in all dynasties have very strange temperaments, and there is always a subtle sense of incongruity in their personalities.

Many powerful Apocalypse men came here, but the Millennium Pope of the Church of Redemption did not show up, which made the Sun Pope a little confused.

Why didn't he come?

At this moment, they all gathered at the outskirts of the Seven Stars Empire without any prior arrangement. The surrounding space trembled slightly due to their arrival. Their eyes passed through the clouds and focused on a common topic - discussing the Seven Stars Emperor who sat in the supreme position.

"There's nothing to say. Aren't our goals the same? To destroy him completely!"

"As long as the emperor of the Seven Stars falls, there will be no more powerful and terrifying people who dominate the world alone. Isn't that the outcome we want?"

As the discussion deepened, an unprecedented tacit understanding quietly formed among the powerful men of Apocalypse. They had temporarily transcended personal grudges and positions and worked together for a more glorious future.

And the ending of that future is... the death of Emperor Qiyao!

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As the first rays of morning light penetrated the sky, the outline of the capital gradually became clear in the morning light, but the tranquility of the early morning was replaced by an indescribable tense atmosphere.

The flags flying high on the city walls rustled in the breeze, like a low war song, foreshadowing the coming storm.

On the streets, the usually bustling pedestrians are nowhere to be seen, replaced by the occasional patrol of the "Black Imperial Guard", an army of Seven Stars Extraordinary People.

They were dressed in armor made of black iron, and every step they took was firm and powerful. The spears in their hands flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if they could pierce through all the darkness.

There were no superfluous expressions on the soldiers' faces, only loyalty to duty and desire for victory.

The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense. The golden glazed tiles shone brightly in the sun. The palace gates were closed and the guards were facing a severe enemy. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles. Inside the palace, ministers hurriedly shuttled between the rooms, holding the latest battle reports and intelligence in their hands, their faces filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

On the city walls, the commanders stood high up, their eyes gazing through the layers of clouds at the distant horizon.

These commanders are all powerful men brought up personally by the God of War Emperor of Qiyao. They are not only good at single combat, but also very good at commanding forces.

And in the deepest part of this city, ordinary people are also contributing in their own way. Women are busy sewing clothes for the soldiers, children are singing inspiring songs in their childish voices, and the elderly are telling stories of the Seven Stars Military Gods to inspire the younger generation.

The entire city, from the noblest royal family to the most ordinary people, is closely connected by an invisible bond.

All members of the Fischer family were inside the palace, where they were waiting anxiously.

Darren looked up and thought, although the empire-level barrier can only slightly weaken the strong men at the apocalypse level, its advantage is that it can give huge feedback to its allies.

This is good news.

By then, even the weaker monarch-level extraordinary beings will have the opportunity to cause some trouble to the Apocalypses.

In fact, that's enough.

Those powerful monarch-level imperial guards all knew one thing - their destiny and goal was to protect the military god emperor of Qiyao! When he really reached a higher level, Qiyao would conquer everyone!

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"In the end..."

"Can you hear my voice?"

Carl was slightly stunned as he looked down at everything from the sky.

Who?
He suddenly heard an ethereal voice, and that voice was full of persistence, determination and strength.

The next moment, Carl came to a dimension filled with blue light. In this dimension, all the buildings had outlines made up of lines, and people turned into balls of light with light blue light.

Those so-called balls of light are actually just that – souls.

Carl already knew clearly who had suddenly pulled him into the soul dimension.

In the deep and mysterious soul dimension, there is a faint white light floating. It seems like the gentlest ray of light in the sky at dawn, which is neither completely real nor purely illusory.

This light and shadow possesses an indescribable softness and purity; it is not dazzling but can penetrate the fog of the mind and touch the most hidden corners of the soul.

Its shape seems to change with the mood of the observer. Sometimes it is as ethereal as a veil, gently brushing against the heart, bringing a sense of tranquility and comfort; sometimes it condenses into subtle points of light, jumping and spinning, like the farthest stars in the night sky, silently telling the deepest secrets of the universe.

The pale white light and shadow exudes a warm but not scorching atmosphere. It is silent, but communicates with the many souls around it in a way that transcends words, guiding the lost people around it to find their inner peace and strength.

Suddenly Carl understood that the white light was the soul of the Seven Lights Emperor.

That man has become increasingly powerful. In addition to his bloodline power, his soul has also become increasingly different for some reason, which is why he appears pale white among the many pale blue lights and shadows.

Carl really wanted to see what color his soul was!
However, no one can truly see his own soul; in this dimension he can only peek at others.

It was the soul of the Seven Lights Emperor that was communicating with him just now, and Carl understood the situation instantly.

"Who are you? Why do you call me...the end?"

In fact, Carl has always had many speculations about the concept of "the end".

There are already more and more signs that his true identity is most likely "The End", and there are almost no specific records about "The End" in the world of Krad.

The man's voice rang out again. It did not have the vulgarity of a soldier at all. Instead, it sounded very pleasant.

"I am a Qiyao. Some people call me the God of War, some people think I am their emperor, and some people think I am the most powerful being closest to God among mortals."

"But only I know in my heart that I am actually just a poor creature. I am slightly stronger than many mortals, but that is meaningless, because in front of the 'true great ones', even ordinary gods have no meaning to exist."

He paused and continued:

"And those 'real great beings' are the otherworldly gods that exist in the infinite universe. Even if all the universes are destroyed, they will not perish together, but will only wait until a new infinite universe is reborn."

"After I arrived in Apocalypse, I actually left the world of Krad for a long time. During that hundred years, I traveled to dozens of worlds and read various books."

The pale white light of the Seven Lights Emperor kept flickering, seemingly representing his somewhat excited reaction, but the expectations he showed during his communication were always very calm.

“So I learned some secrets about ‘The End’. Those gods outside the world are never afraid, but they will inevitably perish at the hands of a most terrifying great existence… He is the ultimate destruction of all gods outside the world, and the final ending of all worlds.”

"That is... the end, and I think that is you... or you have some kind of inevitable connection with the end, and that connection is likely to make the world different."

The End...

The end again...

Am I really that "important" and that "terrible"?

Carl fell into deep thought. After removing all the seals, would he really destroy everything?
No.

He would never think of doing that.

Right now, the eighth seal is being lifted, and Carl is engaged in a tug-of-war.

No matter what the "God of War Emperor" said, he would never give up and continue to lift the seal.

"I have received guidance from a great being. According to what was said at that time, I will definitely not be able to become a god, so I cannot escape the soul cycle that mortals need to go through."

"The vision of the gods from beyond this world, or the future they observe, is very accurate."

"It's just that I don't want to give up, nor do I want to succumb to fate. I still want to try."

Is he doomed to fail?

Moreover, it is a certification from a great being?

Wait a minute, a power of the level of a god from another world has come to this world? And it can communicate? Suddenly, Carl felt that something seemed to be full of conspiracy.

Carl could feel that deep in the soul of the Seven Stars Emperor, there was an eternal flame burning. It was unwavering and stood like a rock. No matter how fierce the wind and rain outside were, it could not be shaken in the slightest.

So that’s how it is. That man is indeed the pride of the Qiyao people!
He knew that the other party's soul was so powerful not because of extraordinary power, but because of his own strong willpower!

On the long and tortuous road of struggle, the soul must learn to persist and endure before the body!
Soon, the voice of the God of War Emperor sounded again around Carl.

“If I had surrendered to my fate the moment I knew it, I would rather have never been born.”

(End of this chapter)