Fool's Library

Then, explode.

The mark of light was imprinted on the sky, turning the entire night sky outside the capital city crimson.

Followed by.

From a very far distance...

The blast arrived at the capital a little later, blowing away the rain clouds, shaking the houses, overturning the mountains and forests, shaking the earth, and sweeping past.

The earth was scorched and turned into pale ashes.

Not only that house, but the surrounding area of ​​nearly a kilometer... both rocks and forests were annihilated into nothingness, leaving only a bottomless, enormous crater.

If the tomb keeper hadn't specifically chosen a secluded and deserted dwelling to avoid suspicion, the area would likely have been devastated long ago.

At the bottom of the pit, only pure white crystalline solids remained, remnants of the heat.

Hiltina's "Infinity Blade" - truly worthy of being rated as "forbidden" by only two other weapons in the Mystic Tower, a super-specification Nightblade capable of threatening even the legendary.

After Rust, at the peak of the sixth rank, activated the highest-level ability of "Infinite Sword," "Fantasy Collapse," the destructive power he unleashed completely surpassed the legendary realm.

If it were an ordinary legend, suffering such a blow without any warning, they would surely have been evaporated without a trace.

but--

Within the vast, chaotic pit shrouded in smoke and dust, a magnificent figure suddenly rose into the air, accompanied by a deafening roar.

It was a creature with prominent horns and antlers, and behind it were a pair of membranous wings covered with jet-black scales.

With its wings outstretched, it was already suspended a thousand meters in the air, looking down at the earth with a majestic gaze.

With wings that blot out the sky and a majestic presence, he resembles an angel acting on behalf of the gods.

In fact, this gravedigger was indeed qualified to call himself an "angel".

Each member of the Tomb Keepers imprints their own destiny on the "Eternal Night Stele." This imprint, in most cases, is a blessing, allowing them to return from history even in death.

For example, during the Battle of the Broken Shore, if Cecil hadn't used a "pseudo-black hole" to erase all of Noah's information state... then even if Cecil's supernova explosion was incredibly powerful, Noah would have been able to revive from the astral plane after a long period of slumber.

But for those tomb guardians who have transcended the legendary realm and aspire to become angels, the inscription on the "Eternal Night Stele" has become a shackle—

His destiny was confined to that small stone tablet, preventing him from retracing time like other true angels and leaving his mark at different points and moments in the river of history.

Aside from the difference in the realm of time, this tomb guardian is an angel.

That majestic, dragon-like figure, with its membranous wings that blot out the sky and covered in jet-black scales, is a symbol that He has already touched the realm of angels... Although He has a human appearance, the essence of each angel's life has long since transcended the human realm and entered the realm of mythical creatures.

The tomb keeper hangs high in the sky, overlooking the entire forest shrouded in night, searching for the source of the meteor trail that attacked him.

Soon, He fixed His gaze on the platform halfway up the mountain used to monitor forest fires, and on the platform, on the boy who was holding the shattered remains of a sniper rifle and looking up at Him.

“Raster, the shorekeeper…”

"So that's how it is. That attack that almost threatened my life just now was because you exhausted the power of 'The Fool's Library,' which is why you used it?"

High above, the tomb keeper spoke with authority.

His voice contained both joy and a barely suppressed anger.

The anger stemmed from the fact that he had been injured by an ant who hadn't even reached the legendary level, but was merely at the peak of the sixth rank.

The crimson streak of light that pierced his chest just now contained a destructive impulse that still terrifies him. Even as a mythical creature, being caught off guard by such an attack caused him considerable damage.

As a quasi-angel, even ordinary legends are weaklings in His eyes, let alone an ant that is not even a legend.

What's delightful is—

Last, the target of his operation, did not hide, but instead chose to show himself.

The other party possesses the protection left behind by the angel of fate, Grey, rendering all prophecies and divination ineffective against them...

If the other party is truly determined to hide and refuses to show themselves no matter how dire the situation becomes, and if the Empire refuses to cooperate with the tomb keepers in the search for them, then he really has no way to deal with Rast.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually came to us.

After that shot, his fate became inextricably intertwined with that of Rust, which meant that the fog of fate would be greatly reduced, and Rust would have no chance of escape.

"The reason you chose to show yourself first and strike me first is because the 'Library of Fools' gave you that confidence, isn't it?"

"Admittedly, that sniping attack was powerful, even enough to wipe out an unsuspecting legend, but it is still nothing compared to mine."

"What distinguishes the ant from the sacred is power."

The tomb keeper said softly, "People always think that they can steal the power of the gods with science and technology."

"As long as you persevere in your development, one day you will be able to reach the realm of gods with your mortal body. But in reality, you are still very, very far away..."

"These are the angels of the divine realm, so different from lowly ants like humans... as far apart as the distance between heaven and earth."

A majestic voice swept in with the gale, causing the entire observatory where Last was located to sway precariously. The metal fragments of the "Seven-Dimensional Domain" were scattered by the gale, falling to the ground in scattered pieces.

This is the power of angels; they can transform into tangible natural phenomena with just a word or a thought, without even needing to take any actual action.

However, when faced with the quasi-angelic guardian of the tomb who looked down at him like a messenger of God, Raste only slightly raised his head.

"It's clearly just a fake, but it talks like it's the real deal."

“A true angel’s wings wouldn’t be as ugly as yours, neither human nor dragon, like a mixed-blood monstrous creature.”

Rast looked up at the tomb keeper in the distant sky and murmured to himself.

He couldn't help but recall the Amys he had seen in the Night World, the beautiful posture of that mechanical angel spreading her steel wings, which was far beyond the reach of this half-human, half-dragon hybrid in front of him.

"besides……"

In Last's hand, a pale silver light slowly gathered.

It was a revolver, a heavy-duty revolver called "Iron Moon".

Then, he raised the muzzle of his revolver and slowly aimed it at his temple.

"Okay."

"Next... is the real killing move."

Chapter 239 Last

What does he want to do?

suicide?

Just like every enemy who had ever faced Rast... a hint of doubt flashed through the gravedigger's mind as he watched the boy raise his revolver and press it against his temple.

Could it be that he wanted to use suicide to avoid being captured alive and the tragic fate of "The Library of Fools" falling into the hands of the gravedigger?

But doing so is clearly pointless. The sniping just now was not a power that a sixth-tier superhuman could wield; it must have relied on external force. The "Library of the Fool" is within Rast's body and has not yet been passed on to anyone else; there is no doubt about that.

Even if one chooses suicide, for a quasi-angel, resurrecting a fresh corpse that has just died and whose soul has not yet perished is just a trivial matter.

The thought flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye.

The next moment—

Click.

Trigger pulled.

The hammer was released, the cylinder rotated, and a white light suddenly appeared from the muzzle.

However, what followed was not the scene the tomb keeper had imagined: a brain pierced through and blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

The silver-white revolver did not fire a bullet.

However, as the trigger was pulled, Last's temple seemed to be pierced by something.

An ice-blue light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

boom--

A blurry phantom suddenly materialized behind Rast, obscuring the twilight-shrouded sky.

It was a magnificent Tower of Babel, piercing through the dark clouds.

Through the dark tower, one can see twenty-one pale, long staircases that extend upwards from the earth, leading straight to the top of the tower, to the distant end of the night sky.

At the beginning of each long staircase, a phantom card is slowly rotating. Some cards are so blurry that only the back of the card, which symbolizes the sequence, can be seen. Other cards are clear and distinct, with the character illustrations on the card face clearly visible.

The tower's projection reaches the sky and illuminates half of the heavens.

Within the capital, whether it was the powerful and wealthy attending the wedding or the most ordinary people, everyone could see the towering pagoda as soon as they looked up.

Built of thoroughly fired bricks and stone lacquer, it was so magnificent and majestic... Above it was a night sky where millions of suns shone simultaneously, and below it was a brightly lit, bustling imperial capital, as if shrouded in many giant lanterns. The tower rose from among the countless lanterns, piercing the dark clouds. People standing on the vast wilderness gazing at it could almost hear the resounding hammer blows echoing day and night.

"The Fool's Library".

High above the capital, the tomb keeper hoarsely uttered the true name of this tower that reaches the heavens.

Before this towering tower, his true form, which was originally majestic and powerful like an ancient dragon, now appeared as insignificant and insignificant as dust.

As one of the Tomb Keepers, he was no stranger to the "Library of Fools," which originally belonged to the Tomb Keepers but was stolen by a hateful traitor and a despicable fire-stealer a few eons ago.

But now that the "Library of Fools" has truly come to life, and I have witnessed that magnificent tower with my own eyes, I am still overwhelmed with awe.

In the first age of gods, the fool who led humanity to rise from the encirclement and suppression of mythical races such as ancient dragons, high elves, and dire wolves left behind a tiny seed, the spark known as "The Fool's Library."

Later, as generations of library owners accumulated their life's knowledge, experience, skills, abilities, and techniques in the library, it finally began to take shape.

The accumulation of generations, the passing down of the torch from generation to generation...

At this moment, that tiny seed has grown into a towering tree with all its wonders.

Faced with the accumulation of countless years and generations... the power of an individual, even a quasi-angel, is as insignificant as an insect.

"However, even the most powerful weapon needs a strong person to wield it."

"You're not even a legend, so even if the 'Library of Fools' has a vast collection, how much of its power can you unleash in your current state?"

The tomb keeper regained his composure and looked again at the boy standing atop the Tower of Babel, thousands of meters above the ground, just like himself.

Even if the manifestation of the Library of Fools is truly awe-inspiring, its current owner is nothing more than a weakling, not worth worrying about.

His wings flapped.

The dragon-like membranous wings stirred up a storm in the high sky, transforming into a fierce wind and thunder that swept towards Rast.

……

Nearly 10,000 meters above the sky, above the dark clouds, below the stars.

Raste stood in the Tower of Babel, watching the raging storm rushing toward him.

He knew very well that what the other person said was actually correct.

Between the quasi-angel and himself, who has yet to reach the pinnacle of legend, lies a chasm as vast as heaven and earth.

To think that one can bridge the gap between angels and mortals by merely sacrificing a single "fantasy collapse" outfit is far too arrogant.

Therefore, from the very beginning—the sniping that was launched at the cost of the permanent destruction of the "Seven Domains" was merely a test he was conducting.

But only now does everything truly begin.

"You have been equipped with the Nightblade Codex of [Chariot Hiltina] - 'Infinite Blade: All Weapons'."

In my mind, the azure blue notification flashed rapidly.

At the same time, a pale silver light suddenly shone in Rast's eyes.

[Everything is a weapon: This refers to assigning the concept of "weapon" to anything and placing it entirely under one's control.]

This is Hiltina's most basic Nightblade ability, derived from an ancient legend about knights who never die unarmed.

For Hiltina, even when she holds a tree branch, she can still unleash power comparable to a sword that has been forged a thousand times.

For Raste, the concept of weapons he attributed to all things was not "swords," but "bullets."

His gaze slowly fell upon the towering pagoda.

The next moment, everything in the entire Tower of Babel, whether it was the twenty-one endless steps leading straight to the end of the sky or the rotating illusory cards, began to tremble violently and burst forth with incomparably dazzling brilliance.

boom--

The howling wind and thunder, along with the magnificent offensive launched by the tomb guardian quasi-angels mixed in with the storm, were shattered the moment they touched the tower.

The towering pagoda, reaching to the heavens, became increasingly ethereal and transparent...

The "Library of Fools" gradually faded, its presence becoming increasingly faint, almost imperceptible.