Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 150 The End of Everything
It was like a drama that everyone had imagined had finally come to an end.

The twelfth bombardment was completed.

This is a matter of course.

Everyone has already realized that they have sacrificed a large part of the world. Although the light of the twelfth bombardment is still full of a beautiful sense of self-destruction, it can no longer take away the souls of the Saviors.

After witnessing the sacrifice of the Chaos Gods and realizing that the miracles of the Warp would disappear forever, all the members of the Savior Army had come to this realization. Of course, it was impossible in terms of probability, perhaps it was because of the extinction ritual that everyone regarded him as the savior.

At the moment when time stopped, the twelfth round of light shone in the distance, and countless spires and the howling of the death of intelligent creatures formed the most tragic picture for the planet. People knew that in this brilliance and vibration, more than 30 billion souls may have disappeared in the light. And more, it is possible that the souls of most living beings were damaged.

The subspace began to dry up, the world began to shrink, and everything was moving towards the most silent and terrifying direction. The moment people saw Leon, they realized that there was no way out.

That is the embodiment of destruction, the original sin accumulated by countless intelligent creatures over tens of thousands of years.

But so what?

"I admire your shamelessness, Saviors."

In the flow of time, bathed in the brilliant light of destruction, the shining god opened his arms to everyone, and his spiral eyes, which meant destruction, were filled with a sarcastic smile.

The curtain in front of him was beyond the imagination of the Saviors. It was the last remnant of the warp. What they had to face was the manifestation of their own souls, the essence that ultimately desired all destruction. From beginning to end, the Saviors realized this, and they could never break through this barrier. Because the golden curtain was themselves, and they themselves were craving such dazzling destruction.

Seeing news about social injustice makes people angry, and seeing their once steadfast companions completely degenerate makes people sad. When faced with the abominable acts of bullying men and women by incompetent scum, people sometimes can't help but think, it would be great if the world were destroyed.

And those rays of light are those ifs. They are what they pray for, a mixture of their desire for a harmonious world, for absolute beauty, and their own sadness that they can never reach it.

These most beautiful ideas for the world eventually mixed into the world's deepest curse.

'I hope the world ends.'

Countless voices, including their own, are saying this.

The clanging sound of weapons falling filled the air, and everyone was looking at the golden curtain sadly. These intelligent creatures with souls were able to realize this instinctively.

Those are their own thoughts. As long as there is a soul, as long as there is still a soul in their thinking, they can realize it. Those are their own thoughts and wishes. Everyone, every individual, they simply cannot deceive themselves.

Even the most determined people kept yelling at the people around them, constantly repeating the sacrifices and efforts of others, and most people just looked at the golden and disintegrating subspace with tears in their eyes, feeling a kind of warmth of integration. They were originally just an idea, but some people thought it was their own decision, and some people thought it was decided by others. But the idea itself will not change.

This is the resonance of the soul, which even hinders their rational steps.

"You are so eager to destroy and destroy yourself. Obviously, everyone of you thinks so. You resent why the world has become like this, and hate why there are so many treacherous villains and trash. Many of you even wish to completely destroy this world with your own hands."

"But now, you stand before me. You sacrificed the Chaos Gods, you sacrificed all your souls and freedom, but in the end what did you get?"

"You just want the world to die in your hands! What can you do now? Huh?"

Behind the golden wreckage of the subspace, Leon laughed wildly, looking at the sky that had become fragmented as the twelfth light column dissipated. He seemed to be able to vaguely see some deeper darkness. He stretched out his palm, and the expression on his face gradually became fanatical.

"Soon, it won't even take long, I'll be able to see it. Sooner or later, the cage of this world will be broken free, and people will no longer be bound by the interference of the soul. We will finally be able to gain complete freedom!"

"Look at these people! Look at you! You claim to have self-awareness, and you think you are on the right side, but what is the result? Faced with such thinking and such reality, what can you do? After the resonance in the soul, you can't even swing the knife. Because your soul is controlling your body, you can't do anything to go against your instincts."

"So it's almost over, both for this world and for your lives. The twelfth impact has already marked the souls of everyone in the world. And thanks to the sacrifice of the four Chaos Gods, I will soon be able to directly trigger the thirteenth impact. When that happens, I can--"

Suddenly, at the moment of completion, when the God of Destruction was laughing wildly, an inconspicuous figure walked out silently from the remaining guards behind Leon.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's surprised gaze, a sharp blade pierced through Leon's chest.

The pale green magic crystal and the dagger made of dimensional stone were releasing dazzling green light, constantly destroying the integrity of Leon's body structure. These most precious treasures from the underground kingdom were made into a dagger that could absolutely destroy the ritual, completely breaking the node of fate.

Looking at the dagger in his chest that was emitting green light and was gradually destroying the ritual and making the sense of fate gradually disappear, Leon spat out a mouthful of blood and looked behind him with difficulty.

"Olivien... why... why did you betray me..."

"That's my answer."

The cold-blooded Phoenix King replied, turning the dagger that represented destruction twice within his heart.

"The soul is certainly the master of our body, but we do not need a world of complete extinction. What we gain is the hope of life. No matter what the cost, we can break free, but death will not produce any results."

"……is that so?"

Li Ang looked at the dagger on his chest, muttering to himself with a distracted look.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, the Phoenix King coldly stabbed the dagger deeply into the chest of the God of Destruction, allowing the broken green light to pierce his heart and penetrate into the sacred place.

As Leon watched the shattered light, the ritual of destruction that surrounded him gradually broke. The golden curtains and ribbons broke into pieces, and countless golden flags fell from the sky. It was as if everything had begun to converge and end. He just staggered and walked to the edge of the giant tower.

As if the final point of the stage play had arrived, facing his own shattered sky and the dissipating fate around him, Leon took a deep breath and stood up straight with great pain. Looking at the Saviors who seemed to be watching a CG scene without any action, a strange smile appeared on his face. That expression seemed to be certain that the world would be as he wished sooner or later. "You will not succeed... Even if I fail now, there will be another me later. The destruction of the world is an inevitable result. As long as there is a breath of soul left, I will chase it forever."

A twisted smile appeared on Li Ang's face, and then he fell backwards.

During the 20,000-meter free fall, people seemed to see the monster's last smile.

This final performance seemed to indicate that the struggle between intelligent creatures and the essence of the soul would never end, and everyone would face their destined death.

"I'm waiting for you."

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ended?
Standing on the highest platform feeling the cold wind, everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, not daring to believe their eyes, let alone believe that this scene was real.

They are not fools, and the intelligence of the Saviors is also on par. Faced with such a scene that is full of déjà vu and has appeared in almost all major film and television dramas and stage plays, people just watched it in silence. There was no ribbon of destruction in the sky, and the ceremony on the ground did not continue. It seemed that everything was developing in a good direction, as if everything was over.

But is the ending really that simple? Phoenix King Oliver stabbed the God of Destruction to death with a single blow, and then announced that the age of mankind had arrived! Everyone can now do whatever they want happily! Is it really that simple? After sacrificing so many lives and paying so much, is it just that simple?
People looked at everything in front of them in silence, until suddenly a voice broke all the silence.

"The God of Destruction has been slain! We have won!"

A white figure rushed out from the crowd, rushed to the platform under everyone's attention, cheering and shouting.

"The God of Destruction has been killed! Our planet has been saved! Look everyone! The rituals in the sky and the energy on the ground have subsided! This is our victory!"

"..."

"Hmm? Why don't you cheer along? You've killed the God of Destruction, isn't that worth celebrating?"

"..."

silence.

An odd silence.

Faced with this silence, the familiar figure who had rushed out and shouted first seemed a little embarrassed, lowered his head and coughed, then took off his hood. He looked at the countless people in front of him and showed a kind smile.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the god of rebirth. On the other side of endless destruction, there is also hope for survival. Did you know that gods always have two sides? When you kill or expel one of them, the other side will naturally appear. The destroyed Leon is dead, so the reborn Leon appears."

"..."

"Disgusting, isn't it? Magic is like this. It has no logic, only ritual and mood. And the reborn god Leon decided to give you his grace. That is the right to revive in destruction."

"..."

"By the way, even if you succeed in demolishing the South Pole Tower, it will be useless. This thing is essentially a spire used to coordinate the energy and mind within the Old World. To put it simply, it is a safety pin. I have thirteen similar safety pins in the North Pole. So you chose the wrong strategic indicator from the beginning. But I can't blame you, after all, I was the one who leaked the player's information."

"..."

"Why is there no reaction? If there is no reaction, wouldn't it make me look embarrassed? Come on, Olivier, tell me what you think? Everyone, please give me some reaction. This is the play I carefully directed. You should give me some opinions after watching it, right? Is it good or not?"

"…it's too embarrassing for me to comment on."

"Well, well, it's my first rehearsal anyway, so it's normal that my skills are not good."

Facing the blunt reply given by Oliven's cold expression, Leon shrugged helplessly.

"But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that the result is good. In short, you have defeated the God of Destruction, Leon. But Leon is not the God of Destruction. He is just an ordinary person. So the result now is very simple."

"All rituals and energies have been dissolved and absorbed, because the final impact is about to begin. Everyone's energy, destiny, cognition, consciousness, and all that mess are now being stored at the North Pole. In a few minutes, the final sorting will begin, and you will see the arrival of Doomsday."

"Come and see, the end of the world. It should be something very beautiful and rare for you."

"See what kind of picture your final efforts will complete."

Facing those Saviors who were frozen in place, with lifeless eyes, Li Ang ran back and forth with a smile, shaping different chairs and benches on the fluid ground for them to sit on.

"It was not until today that I became a qualified ruler. Look, I can now sentence all of you to death without batting an eyelid. It's as if I'm on the side of justice. This is really the growth I hate the most... Oh, by the way, if my plan is completely successful, I will resurrect you. Don't worry."

"Well then, the thirteenth impact begins now."

Sitting in the frontmost seat facing the North Pole, Leon smiled and snapped his fingers.

(End of this chapter)