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Chapter 528 Flower Guardian Hill
"Oh, vast heavens, what a wasteland..."

Regardless of the process, the history of one side—humanity or the gods—will come to an end today.

Like a painting smeared with blood, the sky was blindingly red, and the fiery clouds were like a vast red ocean, gradually approaching the ground in a spiral shape within the limited sky, pressing down little by little.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze into solid iron, making it almost impossible to breathe. Only the scorching wind howled loudly, but unfortunately, in this empty world, apart from the four remaining men, no one else could hear such a painful howl.

Many collapsed mountain bodies fell from the heights, directly into the crimson lava that turned into the ground. Some turned to ashes on the spot, while others fell into the sea like pebbles, only splashing up a few waves. Around the erupting lava columns, many white alien monsters roamed among them, creating a scene that resembled hell.

The sea of ​​fire in the sky had not yet dissipated, and was still devouring the prayers offered to the heavens...

Not even one of them could be conveyed.

The more relaxed Jagi sounded before, the more severe the situation he will face next will be.

—Not only was it greatly weakened, but the number of enemies also increased from one to more than a dozen.

In their eyes, these "gods" suspended in the sky, looking down on the human world, were like an endless sea of ​​gloomy clouds, drifting from the infinite distance, sweeping away everything in their path, and mercilessly tearing apart everything that blocked their way.

Their presence obscures the sun, their power intertwined.

The clouds, so thick that they completely obscured the view and their boundaries were impossible to discern, seemed to be brewing a cataclysmic storm, a thunderous roar, a celestial phenomenon of immense destructive power that weighed heavily on the heart.

They had no strength left. In order to stop the greatest and strongest [Heaven], they used up their last bit of power and squeezed every last bit of energy out of their cells.

Even the divine tree that supported their battle was drained dry, hanging half-dead behind them, barely breathing, no longer able to emit its brilliant light, and unable to squeeze out any divine power.

The once vibrant and abundant life force that filled the Four Kingdoms Barrier has now vanished without a trace. The fairytale-like dream world seems to have come to an end, with ruins and desolation everywhere.

It was practically a world that had already perished. The desolate and lifeless land was filled with only huge, broken craters burned into lava by the fire rain. Thick ash covered everything, and everywhere there were traces of smoke, fire, and the crushing power of violence.

Jagi asked, "How are your injuries?"

The Hokuto people, who have mastered the art of breathing to restore health, can heal injuries that would kill an ordinary person dozens of times in a very short time. Add to that the excellent healing medicines produced by Eientei, and the fact that everyone on them has [Battle Continuation EX] permanently active…

This means that as long as there's still a breath left, one can still throw a punch and fight, but this time it's different—

Each person was covered in cracks, like gold that had lost its luster, dull and lifeless, with thick veins protruding from their bodies, twitching violently, as if they would be blown to pieces by a gust of wind at any moment.

Rao said indifferently, "Idiot."

Even though his heart was filled with rage, the flames of anger burning his nerves and boiling his blood, he could only use a tough tone to maintain the dignity of the eldest son of the Big Dipper and to cover up his weakness.

Toki shook his head, blood flowing from his fingers to the ground, instantly vaporizing into golden mists of blood in the intense heat: "I never imagined that a technique powered by divine force could be so powerful, yet our bodies cannot withstand it..."

At first, he also felt that Jagi's "divine marriage" with the divine tree was somewhat unreliable, but at this moment he had to admit that if it weren't for this, they would have had a hard time intervening in the battle just now and defeating Amaterasu.

However, power always comes with a price. Even the girls who are the heroes of this world and favored by the gods have to make huge sacrifices when using divine power in battle.

Although they managed to forcibly absorb divine power through Jagi's abilities, they also severely damaged their bodies, forcibly locking up their remaining health and making it impossible to recover in a short time by any means.

Even so, despite paying such a high price, the crisis has not been resolved and has even intensified.

Kenjiro dared not let go, because if he did, he might not be able to clench his fist again; he dared not relax his mind, because if he relaxed, he might collapse.

"Really... there's a finishing move?"

He asked unwillingly, "If only we could have a little more time, even just a day, or even just twenty or thirty minutes, the outcome would still be uncertain." But [Heaven] was not so careless.

Faced with their unreasonable and illogical strength, the gods dared not be careless and sought only to kill them in the fastest and most thorough way. This was also a sign that they were getting serious.

"Idiot, there's no such thing... otherwise I would have used it already! Why would I have let them leave..."

Jagi shook his head and sighed. Now, in the vast battlefield of the Four Kingdoms, only he and the three brothers from Hokuto remained. All the reinforcements, whether they were willing or not, whether they were conscious or unconscious, had all been isolated by Yakumo Yukari's ability.

Those who lost consciousness when the "divine army descended" were relatively fortunate. As for those who, because they were "strong" enough and their minds were "resilient" enough, retained some semblance of consciousness...

After he demanded that Yukari Yakumo take all the wounded away, whether it was Esdeath staring at him with a chillingly murderous gaze, Ryuko Matoi being dragged into the gap by Yukari's blood-stained suspenders while yelling "Bastard, bastard!", Kurumi silently shedding tears, or Hibiki being taken away before she could even react...

If given another chance, they would probably never forgive the person who made decisions for them on their own.

This is why it is necessary to ask Yakumo Yukari for help, not only because she is the only one with the ability to act independently, but also because she is a sage, a youkai sage who can calmly judge the situation at any time, and a youkai who can think rationally no matter what form she takes.

After all, even if this world leads to a bad ending, there are still so many worlds that need the power of these "destined ones." They are indispensable to their respective worlds and should not die here like a guy with no ties like him.

"So, Yukari... you should go. Time is running out. Yuyuko, Ran, and Hakurei... they all need you. You're not a youkai who should just collapse here."

Before he knew it, the golden-haired, red-eyed demon reappeared beside him, reaching out to grab his shoulder, wanting to take him away, but he was too careful not to use too much force.

Upon hearing Jia Ji's words, Yakumo Yukari trembled, her voice filled with intense unease.

"Really... Why are you telling me something like this..."

She claimed that she had changed again without realizing it, but this time she received no response.

The silence lasted for several seconds, but Jagi's thoughts were indeed conveyed to Yukari Yakumo.

The boundary monster slowly released its grip, closed its eyes tightly, and forced back tears, before slowly disappearing from the world along with the dark gap.

They could certainly escape using the same methods, and even the gods couldn't stop them... but in that case, the hundreds of thousands of humans remaining in this world would definitely not be able to survive.

--escape?
Jagi didn't even need to ask; just hypothesizing what choices Rao, Toki, and Kenjiro would make would be an insult to them! From the very beginning, there was only one choice!

—A battle for dignity, the death of a god.

…Since they practice a martial art named after the stars, there is no such thing as escape. Either they all die, or all the gods disappear.

Jacques patted Toki on the back: "Sorry."

Although he prided himself on being an intelligence warrior, he was often blinded by what he knew, leading to various unexpected variables and frequent desperate situations and death traps.

"What did you say? I can't hear you..." Toki replied, a knowing smile on his face. He understood, of course, that his third brother wasn't apologizing for leading them into this certain death, but for not fulfilling the promise to fight them.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that A-Quan said he'd marry Yulia after everything here was settled, right? Remember to save me a best man spot at the wedding..."

If they were to perish here, perhaps the first to grieve would be the compassionate Mother Star, who possesses the ability to sense things.

Kenjiro gazed into the distance, his incredibly strong arms outstretched, bathed in a dangerous crimson light, devoid of any deathly aura. Upon hearing this, his eyes shone brightly, like those of a vibrant young man, and he laughed heartily, saying:
"It is an honor."

He was just a naive young man; he neither understood nor comprehended anything about the "death flag," nor did he need to...

Because he didn't believe that he and his Hokuto Shinken would be defeated by these "gods" who couldn't even clench their fists, he wasn't discouraged at all, and he firmly believed, from the very beginning...

"I believe in Brother Jagi."

"...No, it's not a matter of belief or not, and didn't I already say I don't have any special moves?!"

"It doesn't matter."

"ah?"

"If even you, Jagi, fail, then there must be a reason why you have to fail. Everyone has reasons for failing, and no one can do better than you—I guarantee that there is no outcome that would be better because you are not here."

Toki also said.

"..."

Having found it somewhere, Kenjiro tossed two handfuls of dried fish and started chewing on them. Although he couldn't even taste them, he still chewed them with relish.

"Whether it's failure or success, giving up or persevering, hope or despair, giving up or losing heart... it doesn't matter, does it? It has nothing to do with whether I believe in you, Brother Jiaji?"

He mumbled these words indistinctly, entrusting his precious life to that person in just a few words.

"The wrath of the gods is appeased by humankind. But who will appease our wrath?"

Even the taciturn Rao spoke with a ferocious, demonic expression.

"My anger has not yet subsided!!!"

The hourglass of life continues to leak its sands, and every heartbeat becomes more difficult due to the endless pressure.

A vast and boundless expanse of death rushed towards them.

The energy level of the "Cluster of Gods" is constantly rising, and it has already generated a wave of power several times stronger than the original "Yata no Kagami" over the Shikoku region, which is about to bring about the destruction of the entire planet.

Even such power may only be the tip of the iceberg, with no end or limit in sight.

There is absolutely no hope of victory.

"Shut up! I am—the boxing champion Raoh!!!"

The violent star at the end of the century roared like thunder, its high-pitched voice almost tearing the furious sky down. Its tall body blocked most of the light from the sky, a fierce aura swirling around its brows. It clenched its teeth, trembling but not falling, its eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

Even if he dies, he will never show any shame.

Toki smiled quietly, with a magnanimous and composed air of disregarding life and death. Pale golden blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and eyes, and blood flowed from all seven orifices. However, in the process, the gold color of the blood gradually faded, turning into red.

Anyone could see that he was covered in wounds, but he still calmly looked up at the sky.

The youngest brother, Kenjiro, was simultaneously gushing blood from his entire body. The backlash was so powerful and fierce that it was irresistible, surging out from the inside out, as if it wanted to completely shatter his body, mind, and soul.

He became extremely weak, his face as pale as if he hadn't drunk water for three months, but his star-like eyes shone even brighter, even more terrifying.

Holding each other's trembling outstretched arms, the four brothers of Beidou felt a surge of strength coming from beside them, supporting half of their shoulders. Only by supporting each other like this could they avoid revealing their absolute weakness under the cold and merciless gaze of [the sky].

But it was precisely this scene that stirred up the lofty spirit hidden in Jia Ji's heart, and he burst into wild laughter, a laugh that shook the heavens and the earth.

—The courage to go all in

—An unwavering determination

— "Possessing the absolute will to carry out one's actions"

—The resolve to sacrifice even one's life when necessary.

Why did he always respect and love his brothers? This is the reason. Why did his brothers always show him the same respect? This is the reason.

"so…"

Kenjiro said.

"so…"

Rao squinted.

"so…"

Toki smiled.

"so…"

Jagi clenched his fists.

Then, the ominous star shone in the sky and appeared above their heads, as if a silence had descended from the world, and pale white flowers bloomed all over the divine tree.

Kenjiro took a step. Toki took a step. Rao took a step. Jagi took a step.

The four brothers of the Big Dipper take a step towards the sky.

"Bring it on!!" *4
(End of this chapter)