I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Rhodes glanced at his comrades and even the wounded around him, a helpless yet very calm smile appearing on his face.

"What's the meaning?

Michelle was puzzled and confused by her close friend's answer. Looking at the scene in his eyes, she asked in a deep voice, "Are you feeling the same way about 'peace' and 'war'?"

Do such people really exist in the world? To face war and peace with the same mindset.

Michelle couldn't imagine what that mindset was like, let alone understand it.

"Yes, is there any need to switch?"

Rhodes openly admitted his feelings to Michelle, who looked on with a puzzled expression. He smiled nonchalantly at Michelle and said:

"Of course, I understand what you're wondering about and I understand what you mean. After all, just like the clothes you wear in winter and summer are different, it's important to make the right choice based on the occasion. In fact, it's a fundamental principle."

"But this is only an external issue, equivalent to what clothes one wears, because no matter what one wears, a person's essence and inner nature will not change."

"And you, my dear friend Michelle, you are being led by the nose by external factors too much. How should I put it, you are wearing a winter coat because it is cold, but you have turned into a polar bear (devil) adapted to the cold (battlefield)."

This is part of what Rhodes was worried about regarding his friend Michelle: he was too accustomed to the cold of the battlefield.

Having become accustomed to the cold of the battlefield, can Michelle adapt to the warmth of peace again?

Rhodes himself was not led by the nose by external factors, so he was indeed somewhat unaccustomed to the battlefield, but he would still do it even if he was unaccustomed to it.

Even if you force yourself to wear a wetsuit to adapt to the cold on the battlefield, it doesn't mean you've forgotten how to change clothes.

But Rhodes also had a message for Michelle.

“You said you haven’t thought about peace after the war. Are you planning to keep wearing that war-era fur coat forever? I don’t want to see my friend turn into a demon who can only fight endlessly at the edge of a cliff. It would be terrible if he collapsed like that.”

Rhodes patted Michelle on the shoulder. Concerned for his friend, he wanted to find her a place to survive outside the battlefield, so he bluntly stated that he didn't like Michelle the way she was, saying:

"I don't think I'd become best friends with a boring guy who only knows how to fight and kill, and I don't want to see you become like that. That kind of guy has no bright future."

"...I see."

Michelle paused for a moment. He understood his comrade's good intentions and what the other was worried about, so he accepted the other's point of view.

In order to survive, he indulged in the fantasies he created, but even if he could keep his life, in the end he would only have an empty life.

Because the mind and soul are dead.

Wearing the skin of a monster, he ultimately became a monster himself.

This description of Michelle's situation is indeed very apt.

"Well, I'm glad you understand. Let's leave this topic here. Tonight is the last night before we return to that damned, beautiful battlefield. Let's fulfill all our regrets and remorse before the battle!"

Having stopped the previous topic, Rhodes shook the bottle of wine in his hand a couple of times and invited Michelle with a grin.

Even if I refuse, you'll force me to do it, won't you?

Michelle sighed helplessly, but her eyes showed no sign of resistance.

Rhodes picked up the bottle and made a toasting gesture to his friend, then chuckled cheerfully, "Of course! Today I'm going to satisfy my gloomy comrade-in-arms outside the battlefield. Prepare yourself!"

"I can't do anything with you. Okay, I got it."

Michelle and Rhodes clinked glasses, Michelle accepting her friend's invitation.

However, he still had one last question regarding Rhodes's reasoning.

Looking into Rhodes' eyes, Michelle asked earnestly and directly:

"I have another question for you: those who collapse in peace are those who stubbornly refuse to change out of their winter clothes, while those who collapse upon learning of peace are those who return to the cold winter in their summer clothes."

"Based on your analogy, I probably belong to the former category. I'm someone who has no connection with being carefree. Not only do I have no intention of taking off my winter clothes, but I even want to forget how to take them off. No, maybe I want to become something that can't be taken off, to become steel, to turn both my appearance and my inner self into steel chariots!"

"Perhaps deep down I am incredibly empty. I think it's because I don't have the kind of inner self you're talking about, so my way of being is starting to lose its value."

"And what kind of inner self do you possess, who can assert that wearing any clothing (appearance) will not change your essence? Answer... me, Roth...@#...&De@#&*@#&*S......."

The words she longed for a reply became incredibly blurry, and the scene before Michelle's eyes began to distort like graffiti.

Something is being lost, because in the eyes of countless viewers, the scenery around Michel is constantly collapsing, dissipating, and finally being swallowed by the darkness that is revealed.

Memories and emotions alike are all being lost.

But Michelle looked at the Luo who was about to twist and disappear... what was it again?

My comrades-in-arms? Who are my ...

Who am I?

"Ah, this problem isn't really a big deal. My inner self is simply..."

What is it? What exactly is it? What are you talking about again?

As Michelle's soul plunged into deathly darkness, she began to lose all cognition, all memory, and all emotion.

The scene presented to countless viewers was, from the very beginning, a revolving lantern of soul memories.

Memory is consumed with death, and once it is completely consumed, it will be like a formatted restart.

But at the boundary of death, Michelle had one last question.

Where should I go?

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Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Golden Demon City, The Libra Selection Ceremony at the Black Round Table

Rhodes and Michelle's bodies were no longer human; they were about to turn into charred ashes.

That tank was the coffin for those two comrades-in-arms.

The souls of the two, in the eyes of countless viewers, left their bodies and ascended to heaven, being guided to a golden sky above, where they, along with many other souls, entered another world.

Rhodes and Michelle have unique souls, which is evident to countless viewers.

The other souls who died in battle would immediately fall into a dazed and unconscious state, but the souls of these two still retained a little consciousness.

These two souls were so close, they were like two yin and yang energies intertwined.

Rhodes was aware of his impending death, but his desire for life remained incredibly strong and persistent.

Michelle was aware of her impending death, but she had no attachment to the desire for life and had resigned herself to her fate.

Despite their differences in appearance and inner qualities, and their own shortcomings, the two people can complement each other.

This is perhaps why the two of them became such close friends, because they each possessed qualities that the other lacked.

"The last missing member of the Black Round Table is finally going to be added."

A voice, whose full form and completeness cannot be captured by the soul, whispers. In a realm beyond the reach of human intelligence, a being so powerful as to be unable to grasp its entirety seems to be watching something.

The two souls were led to another dimension. Although they couldn't understand the language, they definitely felt it and began to rebel.

Because this is not death, nor the end, and I have no idea where I am being taken.

Michelle and Rhodes, who thought they should be dead and should have already rested, felt a chill run down their spines as they realized they were being toyed with.

But to countless viewers, it appeared to be raining in the video.

Yes, it's raining. Souls, like raindrops, are falling continuously in another world, dripping into the golden sea of ​​souls.

These souls dripped into the sea of ​​souls, yet not even the slightest ripple was created.

When Rhodes and Michelle's souls fell here, the golden sea of ​​souls not only rippled, but also exploded with a wide range of splashes and waves.

When a soul falls into it, it becomes part of the Sea of ​​Souls, and the individual will merge into the vast whole.

Even though these two souls are of great and immense quality, the colors on their own souls are constantly being stripped away, or rather, being absorbed into the golden vortex.

Therefore, Michelle and Rhodes, who are capable of self-awareness, would resist this fusion.

Michelle felt that even her dying beliefs were being stripped away without her consent, while Rhodes felt his appearance being constantly painted over, with an attempt to invade his inner self and rewrite it.

Pride, self-esteem, and things that are important to them have been trampled and ravaged.

In other words, the terrifying answer that I would no longer be myself emerged.

So you should be angry at this time, because as long as the feeling of anger is still burning, you are still yourself.

At the same time, it craves its core beliefs and roars in defiance against those who want to take them away.

[Stop! Don't take 'it' away from me!!!]

It doesn't matter if memories and emotions are all gone, only this remaining feeling cannot be taken away.

Two powerful souls, with only one remaining wish: to pursue the fleeting moment they had missed, or perhaps, to seek glory.

Rhodes had a strong desire to survive, so he wanted to keep running.

Pursuing the fleeting moments we've missed, those moments under the everyday sunlight.

Because only there can one find true peace and happiness.

Having no attachment to survival, Michelle also wanted to keep moving forward.

To reclaim the true ending of one's life as a human being, after reaching the finish line.

Because that is proof that I have lived a magnificent life, and it is also the place where I can rest in peace.

"Gurgle gurgle!!!!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless viewers, Michelle and Rhodes' souls, which had fallen into the golden sea of ​​souls, emitted a dazzling light. At the same time, a frenzied desire and rage emanated from their souls, causing the surrounding sea of ​​souls to boil.

In the sea of ​​souls that is all gold, any soul that falls into it will be imbued with gold and become one with it.

But after these two souls fell into the sea of ​​souls, they not only did not merge with the gold, but instead continued to strengthen their own identity, resisting the gold's contamination with their own soul colors.

Furthermore, driven by his own frenzied desire and rage, he infected other barren and weak souls within the golden sea of ​​souls.

This is the difference in souls, the quality of souls; countless viewers can clearly see the difference.

This is the core of the God Throne Universe's power: through its own insane desires and anger, it can form or create incredible power.

...............

At the same time, the video perspective in front of countless viewers shifted to the other side.

As the scenes shifted, countless viewers once again witnessed the incredibly familiar landscape.

gold!