Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 715 Departure! The Last Dance of the First Generation!
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In the God's Space, all the teams stood under the pillar of light.

The final battle is about to begin.

Regardless of timidity, fear, or despair.

Still feeling excited, impulsive, and confident.

Or perhaps sorrow, hatred, or anger.

All the grudges and grievances.

All causes and effects.

Everything will end in this world.

In the first generation, the strongest king in the cycle of reincarnation must be determined.

The strongest archer.

The strongest magician.

The strongest mental power user.

The strongest assassin.

The strongest martial artist.

The wisest sage.

The strongest individual, and the strongest squad.

Although most of the reincarnators already had the answer in their hearts.

But only through fierce fighting can there be an undeniable result.

Nanyanzhou Team —

Neos took a bite of chocolate, and for the first time, he felt that the chocolate in his mouth was too bland. He suppressed his wildly beating heart and looked around at the teammates he had trained.

He flashed a confident smile: "Don't look so gloomy."

"I said."

"I will protect everything about the Nan Yan team!"

Arctic team —

Gunnir patted his teammates on the shoulder and laughed heartily: "Don't overthink it. Surviving the final battle is a success."

Donghai Team —

With a serious expression, Luo Gan said softly to his teammates, "You always ask me why I don't join the Zhongzhou team?"

"Now I will tell you."

"I'd rather beat them than join them."

Team Celestials -

"You don't need to tell me too much."

Sometimes, life doesn't need a lot of advice.

Adam straightened his clothes and whispered to himself in the mirror, "I had a dream that the Celestials became the strongest!"

The Demons -

"After the last failure."

“You are always doubting yourselves, but I have never doubted myself.”

"I will prove who is the strongest in the God Realm!"

“This is not arrogance!” The clone Zheng Zha looked at all the team members.

"Because that means we're the first squad!"

Zhongzhou Team —

Zhuang Boshi stood on the bridge, looking at everyone in the Zhongzhou team.

Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, Zhang Jie, Zhan Lan, Zero Point...

Zhao Yingkong, Ming Yanwei, Saito Ichi...

Cheng Xiao, Zhu Wen, Wang Xia, Na'er, Haotian...

"When I entered Ju-on, I saw a divided crowd and a solitary sage."

"And the team on the verge of destruction."

"At that time, I was thinking, what if I could lead the Zhongzhou team?"

"I must win everything."

"The final battle is now upon us!"

"I need to think about whether this is the only opportunity I'll ever have!"

"Whether we win or not, I hope my descendants will remember this."

"Once you become a reincarnator, your only goal is to become the strongest!"

Zhuang Boshi looked at his teammates, whose combat power was at its peak, and said with great confidence.

"Rebuild the glory of Central China!"

"It is our duty!"
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Humans are creatures that can be killed very easily.

Too many weaknesses, its entire body is covered in vital points, not a single part is covered in fur, and it is afraid of pain.

They can be manipulated very easily.

The paradox is that humans have dominated many worlds.

They traversed the galaxy, descended from the heavens, and carried out brutal genocide, conquering planet after planet.

Throughout human history, there have been many butchers and executioners, and the people they slaughtered were all their own kind.

Tens of thousands of years later, their descendants carried on this tradition and spread it to other races in the galaxy.

The Empire of Man.

This powerful, tyrannical, ruthless, and corrupt nation has existed in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years.

Since the emperor led twenty divine sons across the galaxy ten thousand years ago to wipe out all evil, countless terrifying events have occurred in the empire.

Chaos, aliens, traitors, rebellion.

None of them could completely destroy the empire.

Because humanity has always believed that the emperor sitting on the golden throne will lead humanity forward.

Until the next ten thousand years.

Usaka E. Creed also firmly believed this.

Even when his hometown of Garanburg was invaded by Chaos.

Even though both his parents died and he was the only survivor.

He still firmly believed it.

However, he was only eight years old. Although the warriors of the White Shield were brave and skilled in battle, they were clearly not good at caring for a child who had lost all his relatives.

For thirteen consecutive days, he fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

On the thirteenth day, in his dream, he saw an elder emerging from a golden river.

He wanted to see that face clearly.

But the face was blurry, as if it could be anyone.

"Child, why are your eyes filled with tears?" the elder asked compassionately.

Eight-year-old Creed said sadly, "I miss my father and mother."

"I miss them so much."

"But they were killed by Chaos."

The elder sighed: "In the Milky Way, countless loyal subjects die every moment."

"Do you blame the Emperor for not doing his best?"

“No.” Creed shook his head.

"My enemy is chaos."

"It has remained unchanged."

The elder paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

"So, do you wish to possess the power of revenge?"

"I would still prefer to enjoy a peaceful life."

Creed lowered his eyes: "Revenge."

His tone was firm, unlike that of an eight-year-old child.

"No more thinking?" the elder asked again.

Creed shook his head: "It's not just about revenge."

“I don’t want Kadia’s children to lose their parents at such a young age like I did.”

"But the next fifty years will be very difficult for you." The elder sighed again, his body radiating golden light.

Amidst the surging, pure golden light, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and he 'saw' the distant Eye of Fear.

That was the source of his suffering.

"That is a land of conflict, a land of death."

"I need your perseverance."

"Hold on until they arrive."

Creed was somewhat bewildered; he couldn't understand the meaning behind the elder's words.

"How long do I need to hold out?"

"Fifty years?"

"No, we only need to hold out for seventeen hours," the elder said.

But his tone was bleak, and he lacked a firm resolve.

"Seventeen hours?" Creed breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cadia stands!"

"Seventeen hours, absolutely no problem."

"But the price is losing everything," the elder said calmly.

“Some things, once lost, can never be replaced in any form, child.”

“The people of Cardia have never feared war or loss,” Creed said firmly.

"Kadia, stand tall!"

He reiterated that he also believed this. The elder said, "But what we are experiencing is not a war."

"This is a struggle of natural laws, an evolution of the essence of the world."

"Look."

The sky changed color, and a misty blood fog drifted in.

The flames spread across the entire sky in an instant, the high temperature distorting everything, making the sky look like a distorted canvas, devoid of any reality.

The grass and trees turned yellow instantly.

The earth cracked open instantly.

The river dried up instantly.

All vitality has been drained away.

The world was turned into a dead zone.

It was only because the chaotic colors flowing from the Eye of Fear cast shadows upon the earth.

The pungent smell of blood assaulted my nasal cavity, causing waves of dizziness.

The shadows almost completely blocked out the sun, swallowing up the light, like a black hole.

"They've arrived." His voice seemed to carry a hint of anger.

Creed turned back again, only to find that the elder had already vanished.

Instead, a tall, golden figure appeared.

It's the Emperor!
He can confirm it!
Creed was filled with tears, and he almost knelt down to pray.

But he still stopped.

Because the emperor grabbed his shoulder.

"Rise up, my warriors."

The emperor slowly raised his sword.

How should this process be described?

Although the emperor merely raised an iron sword.

A rusty and wounded iron sword.

But it was Creed's intuition that transcended reason.

It took the emperor ten thousand years to lift this sword.

No, perhaps it's far more than ten thousand years.

And his purpose is also very simple.

Declare war.
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Deep within the rifts of the subspace, viscous, scarlet mist flowed slowly, like congealed blood.

The bronze candlestick floated in the distorted void, its eerie green flame flickering and casting strange spots of light onto the cracked obsidian mirror.

This is the place of the end of chaos, the origin of everything.

A colossal, indescribable stone monument, covered in wrinkles and carvings, sits in the center beneath a tall, indistinct dome.

Eight chairs are arranged in an arc facing it.

The walls writhed like living flesh, oozing a pungent, putrid slime that coalesced on the ground into twisted and grotesque faces before vanishing into the pervasive mist.

The central stone tablet, woven from countless screaming souls and twisted artifacts, exudes a chilling pressure.

This is the primordial chaos.

The origin of chaos, the supreme position of the eight-pointed star.

The four cardinal directions—north, east, west, and south—are vacant.

In the southwest, the lush green, bloated body of the benevolent father sits languidly, the abscesses on his body bursting from time to time, oozing fluorescent pus.

Every drop that falls to the ground will quickly grow into a strange fungal carpet.

In the northeast, Tzeentch's throne is covered with flowing runes, each flash of light foreshadowing countless branches of destiny, and as the runes flow, it seems as if thousands of stars are annihilated and reborn within them.

In the southeast position, Slaanesh's chair is made of twisted human skeletons and blooming eerie flowers, from which groans that are both intoxicating and terrifying can be heard from time to time.

In the southwest, Khorne's throne is enveloped by a boiling pool of blood.

Countless battle axes and skulls were piled up, exuding a strong smell of blood. The surface of the blood pool occasionally showed phantom images of warriors fighting, which were then swallowed up by the blood in an instant.

Once again, the four Chaos Gods reunited, and the Eternal War came to a complete end.

"The gears of entropy begin to turn, and the threads of fate become entangled in the mist."

Tzeentch's voice, accompanied by countless overlapping echoes, came from all directions at the same time.

He waved his arm, and an ancient book slowly emerged from the void, its cover covered with ever-changing runes that moved like living things, piecing together blurry images.

As the book slowly opened, an ancient and mysterious aura permeated the air.

"When stars deviate from their orbits, unfamiliar travelers will cross the boundaries of dimensions."

"Their footsteps will shake the very foundations of the universe."

"Yet, like a candle flickering in the wind, it sways uncertainly in the storms of the warp."

As the pages turn, the words shift and change like flowing mercury.

"They carry the key to break the shackles, but they don't know that the key is also the blade to open Pandora's box."

"Is it a harbinger of destruction, or an opportunity for rebirth?"

"No one knows."

“So it is, a great upheaval…” the blue-clad strategist exclaimed joyfully.

"Or perhaps it's the end." The green-clad doctor scratched his stomach and said with dissatisfaction.

"I hope they can bring more excitement." The purple-clad dancer stroked her belly, her face filled with fascination.

"It's a deal, I want that person."

"That's great!" The red-clad warrior brandished his giant axe: "Zheng Zha is mine!"

"None of you are allowed to take it from me!"

The pages of the book were turned one by one, and a hoarse voice came from all directions.

The text above began to change.

"A rift in the sky tore open a giant eye, from which blood flowed. Legions, dwelling within and fighting day after day, swarmed out, gathering under the command of a leader, and once again launched an attack on the very foundation upon which humanity depends for survival..."

"The children of chaos have formed an evil alliance, with millions of madmen and tens of thousands of warships, waiting for a way to break through the defenses..."

"There, loyal warriors stand by in anticipation of any eventuality. These invasions, occurring only once every few centuries, are incredibly powerful, and if they are not stopped, they will ultimately bring humanity to its knees."

"A tidal wave of destruction surged forth, plunging reality into its darkest and most dangerous moment, where the fate of all humanity hangs in the balance."

"Kadia!"

"Kardia!!"

"The cursed one will die, just like his little kingdom!"

Turn the page.

"But they came!"

"They descended upon every corner of the galaxy; they were vicious, they were despicable, and they knew everything!"

"They are more chaotic than chaos itself, more demonic than demons!"

"They are enemies of humanity, and enemies of the warp."

As the book swayed, the voice gradually changed from a steady middle-aged man to a weathered old man, as if a person had spent their entire life reciting these words.

The Dark Prince looked at the strategist, his forked tongue flicking out with a sticky sound.

"Is this a prophecy?"

The strategist opened his sharp beak and let out a strange laugh.

"No, no, no!"

This is the future!

"A future that is bound to happen!"

He seized the book, and the chaotic characters on it turned red one by one.

"Therefore, Chaos IV set a deadly trap in Cardia."

"Wait for the arrival of the final enemy!"

"Zhongzhou Team!!"

"Zhongzhou Team!!"

"You will surely perish here!"

They laughed wildly and muttered incoherently, like a group of gluttonous old guests waiting at a table for a delicious feast to be served.

Is that really the case?

"Chu Xuan, oh Chu Xuan"

The strategist let out increasingly joyful screams; he could hardly wait to see the wise man again.

Chu Xuan...

Do you know how much I miss you?

clang!
A sound like an ancient bell, seemingly coming from an infinite distance, abruptly stopped Tzeentch's laughter, and he instinctively shrank back to his throne.

"impossible!"

"you!!!"

He finally recalled the consequences of being driven by curiosity that time.

That single chime was enough to tear apart the very essence of chaos.

Chu Xuan definitely foresaw this!
He knew I was spying on them!

The three evil gods all looked at the book of languages.

The blood-stained words on it seemed to have been forcibly erased by an invisible hand.

Soon, black Chinese characters appeared on the Book of Prophecy.

"—The thirteenth expedition, the Crimson Path is about to begin, the final moment has arrived."

"Of course, I'm talking about your end."

"Evil gods, your time has come."

"Zhongzhou Team, leave a message."

　Let's clarify the power levels in the next book. Although the Emperor and the Four Gods seemed to show some signs of multiverse in Death End, their behavior of bathing in a galactic cesspool still places the Four Evil Gods at roughly the level of Primordial Gods. Of course, their strengths and weaknesses vary depending on their inclinations. Ten thousand years later, the Emperor, who becomes a god, will also be at this level. Moreover, this level of power only exists in the Warp; they don't possess such abilities in the real world.

　　In reality, the Primarchs are equivalent to early to mid-Tier 4, like giant infants who haven't overcome their inner demons. Primarchs who have awakened their true nature are Warp Lesser Gods, equivalent to high-Tier 4 in the Warp, and certainly weaker in reality. As for the Greater Demons, they are equivalent to early to mid-Tier 4.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)