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Chapter 562 Farewell
"Then all we need to do is find someone to succeed Oronis as a priest," Danheng asked.
“That’s right, but the biggest problem right now is that we haven’t found a Golden Child who can take on the divine duties of Oronis.”
"Bai E, Xia Die, Wan Di, Feng Jin... my master and I searched for them in the world for a thousand years before finally finding them."
“The chosen ones, the leaders of the Golden Blood, would never extend an invitation to us unless we were certain that they possessed the potential to bear divine authority.”
"To force ordinary people to perform this duty is tantamount to sending them to the gallows."
“This is indeed a difficult matter,” Bai E pondered.
"How about I give it a try?" Dan Heng suddenly said.
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Dan Heng.
"Lord Danheng?"
"this......"
Aglaia frowned slightly.
"My apologies, Your Excellency Danheng. I understand your concerns and worries."
"But you are, after all, a stranger in this land, and the fire of Onphalus may very well cause you discomfort."
“Therefore, in order to avoid this from happening, we still need to consider this carefully,” Aglaia replied in a very official tone.
Besides being genuinely worried that Danheng might experience physical discomfort, she had another concern.
That is the Senate.
If they knew that the Golden Descendants had handed the fire to a stranger, they would definitely make a fuss about it.
Therefore, Aglaia could only politely decline.
"That's true." Dan Heng realized he had been a bit presumptuous.
But this was a last resort for him.
After all, Eve hasn't fully recovered yet, and it's unknown when the Star within her will awaken.
If he could obtain the fire through the opportunity of becoming a demigod, he would gain more information and have the power to protect them temporarily.
“In that case, I’ll go talk to Teacher Xia first,” Bai E said.
"The two sparks are still with him, and we need to find time to send them into the core of the cosmic vortex."
Aglaia nodded. "Go ahead."
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On the walls of Ohmma.
Clatrus dragged his already broken body up the city wall, gazing intently towards the direction of Suspended Edge City.
Just then, the sound of footsteps approached.
Without turning around, Clatrus recognized the owner of the footsteps.
It is an enemy of ten thousand.
"Even death has abandoned you, my master."
Clatrus didn't turn around, but just snorted coldly: "Hmph, it just handed my life over to the Courtyard of Twilight."
"That priestess's medical skills... are not simple. She may not be as simple as you and I think."
“But my affairs are not important. Medemos, I saw it... In the end, you still embraced your destiny.”
Wan Di understood what Clatrus was saying.
That power is still surging within him.
It is the force of conflict.
But this conflict is different from the past.
He wanted to create a conflict story unlike any other.
“I understand what you mean. Right now, the power of ‘conflict’ is churning within me. My bones are hardened with steel, and my blood is boiling.”
"The kings of the past could only look up to this power, but I—have become one with it."
“I made history. After me, gods and kings could coexist.”
“That’s right, you have fulfilled the ambitions of every former king of the Suspended Peak.” Kratrus finally turned his head.
"Now, you can finally lead your people back to their homeland and rebuild the glory of Xuanfeng."
Wan Di resolutely refused, saying, "Unfortunately, I had no such intention."
Clatrus frowned. "What...does this mean?"
"More than two thousand years ago, people who worshipped the Titans of Nicardo gathered at its foot and established a city-state. The Blademen became the blades of the God of War, following in the footsteps of the Titans to conquer all directions."
"But now, as I look down upon this history again as a 'god'—I finally see everything clearly."
"This is an absurd and despicable history. People rushed to the battlefield like ants, greedily plundering and killing, and like ants... were trampled upon."
"The city-state, faith, and so-called 'tradition' that the Suspended Peak people are so proud of—in their eyes, they are nothing more than an anthill that crumbles at the slightest touch."
Clattenstein was furious and kept spitting out words.
"You, you... do you want to strip the Suspended Peak Clan of their millennia-old pride with just a few words?!"
“That pride is nothing to mention, Kratrus.”
"As you can see, the original Suspended Peak City was destroyed in the battle!"
"You can see it from here."
"The original city walls, the emblems of strife, and even the throne were all destroyed in the strife."
Wan Di grabbed Kratrus by the collar and forced him to look in the direction of Suspended Edge City.
There was nothing left there.
Wan Di knew that such a move was impolite, but he had no other choice.
"This, this..." Clatrus was so angry that his chest heaved, like a broken bellows.
"I should be angry, but I feel incredibly happy right now."
Wan Di released his grip, ignoring Kratos's continued speech.
"I had been hesitant and uncertain before."
"I don't know where the Suspended One should go, and I don't know if I will become bloodthirsty and warlike after I obtain the position of the God of Conflict."
"Is it to start a new life, or to return to that blood-stained city and continue that so-called glory?"
"But now, I don't have to choose."
"Thank you, Ms. Eve, for helping me make the final decision."
"She shattered everything, including my last hesitation."
"The old Suspended Peak City will be built by the old Suspended Peak City with their own hands. This time, there will be no more bloodshed and fighting."
"We will end an era with our own hands, and we will create an era with our own hands."
"Now, I have taken over the divine authority of 'Conflict,' and what follows..."
"I will relinquish the title of 'King'."
Upon hearing Wan Di's words, Kratos panicked completely.
He quickly said, "No, no!"
"Pass my words on to every Suspended Peak warrior, I command you."
“Don’t do that, Medemos…”
"I beg you....!"
"From the year 2506 of the Light Calendar to the year 4931 of the Light Calendar, I, Medemos, the last tyrant of Suspended Peak City, son of Goergo, hereby declare—"
"Today, the Suspended Edge Dynasty officially comes to an end."
Kratrus suddenly seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the sky and in the direction of Suspended Edge City.
"You killed us..."
"You killed us all..."
"No, I have given you new life."
Wan Die threw a ring into Craterus's hand.
The moment Clatterus saw the ring, his pupils contracted.
"This is....."
"My mother's signet ring. It was originally a mark of royalty, and now I will give it a new meaning."
"Take it, and gather those who have lost their identity. Tell them that Medemus, who has ascended to the divine throne, proclaims to the world—"
"You no longer need to pursue fleeting honors, nor should you regard dying in battle as your only destiny. But you must change and integrate into this city-state that once watched you with indifference."
"Onphalus will face a cruel tomorrow. With a formidable enemy at hand, even the most glorious dynasty will be nothing but a pile of rubble."
"But you will embark on the only way out, and at its end will be a brand new world."
Clatterus gripped the ring tightly, as if resigned to his fate.
He covered half his face and asked in a low voice.
"Why do you want me to be your mouthpiece? Why don't you go and explain all this to them yourself?"
"Because the path that humanity must walk can only be led by humanity itself. Not by those 'humans' who covet divine power and fall into madness..."
"But rather, they are 'people' who are willing to raise their shields to protect the creatures behind them."
Upon hearing Wan Di's words, Kratos fell silent.
He knew that Wan Di was referring to himself.
He thought of Tian.
That child.
But he didn't succeed; he failed.
He said dejectedly, "I couldn't save that child."
"That's not important. As fellow demigods, they were already aware of this."
"The important thing is that you'll be there—standing in front of her."
"Was it you who persuaded Aglaia to release me that night, Medemus?" Kratrus asked.
"it's me."
"She's not so easily persuaded. What conditions did you offer?"
“I staked my mother’s reputation on her, assuring her of the integrity of your soul. And… I promised her that I would dedicate everything to the journey to the fire.”
Kratrus remained silent.
"And now, Medemos?"
"Where...are you going?"
"Go and keep my promise, return to where I belong."
"The madness that tormented the Titans of the Nicardory Strife, the darkness that devoured all of Onpharos..."
"Now, it's my turn to fight against it."
Clatterus looked at Wan Di's retreating figure, and although he was unwilling, he still said calmly, "Yes, our king."
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Marble Heavenly Palace.
Aglaia had just seen Danheng and Bai'er off.
They ultimately couldn't reach a conclusion about the fate of the flames of time.
Bai'er went to find Na Kexia, and Dan Heng also took the sleeping Eve back to the private bathhouse.
Now, she can finally calm down and think of a solution.
With the Black Tide closing in on one side and the Senate eyeing them covetously on the other, Aglaia was in a real predicament, beset by internal and external troubles.
The Black Tide is manageable; they have already successfully repelled it once. The problem lies with the Senate.
The news of this battle has already reached the ears of the people, and it is no doubt that it was ordered by the Senate.
Opinions among the public regarding this battle are mixed, with some viewing the Golden Clan as a monstrous threat.
But you can't blame them, since the Senate thought the same way.
Just as Aglaia was thinking, there was a soft knock on the door.
Aglaia's gold thread trembled.
She knew who had come.
“You’ve come, Medemos…”
"You don't usually knock so quietly."
"It seems you are ready."
Aglaia already knew what Wan Di was going to do.
"Mm." Wan Di nodded.
“You have helped Ohma through yet another difficult time, and words cannot express my gratitude.”
"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
"Not everything went according to plan. In today's world, I can only proceed cautiously, step by step. Besides..."
"Even without any promises to me, you're ready to give everything, aren't you?"
“During my time in the Holy City, I have been learning from you: how to strategize, how to lead, how to respond to changes… but only recently have I seen your truly compelling qualities.”
"What is it?" Aglaia asked curiously.
"The 'gravity' on your body," Wan Di said directly.
"People will voluntarily gather around you and listen to your guidance."
"They don't want to disappoint you, not out of fear of punishment, but because they genuinely agree with your beliefs."
"At the same time, I also saw this trait in another person."
"Can you tell me who it is?" Aglaia asked.
“Teacher Eve,” Wan Di said directly.
"Her strength is captivating, and so is her beauty."
"But she also has that kind of attraction."
"It has nothing to do with her power or beauty, but rather that people unconsciously obey her commands."
"Her attraction is different from yours."
"It's a kind of commanding gravity; no matter how things get, you can trust her."
"To be honest, I didn't like this woman at first. She was always calm and collected, and sometimes even extremely cold-blooded."
“I thought it was arrogance, but I quickly changed my mind.”
"Oh? If that's how it was from the beginning, then why did you call her 'teacher' just now?" Aglaia asked curiously.
"Because she taught me a lesson."
"Compassion and ruthlessness can coexist; power and knowledge, whether good or bad, depend on the person who uses them."
“That is precisely what the successive tyrants of Suspended Peak City have lacked.”
Aglaia suddenly laughed.
"It seems you've learned a lot."
"So you have become the most powerful demigod in the world, Medemos. How do you intend to use this power and knowledge?"
"I will rebuild Suspended Peak, complete the unfinished work of the Titans in the Nicardory Strife, and make it the strongest wall of Onfaros, resisting the attacks of the Black Tide."
“I will buy enough time for the journey to seek the fire, until you lead everyone to the miracle of ‘Creation’.”
“Onpharos will be reborn, Medemos… but it doesn’t have to be you and me who lead people to the end,” Aglaia said earnestly.
Wan Di snorted coldly.
"What did you see after you took over the divine office of the Romantic Titan of Meneta?"
"Even after a thousand years, the words of that prophecy are still clear."
"You will take your final bath in warm, gleaming gold."
"Ha, just as expected, a nonsensical doomsday prophecy." He laughed loudly.
Why are you laughing?
"I was just thinking that if an ordinary person saw these words, they probably would never go near a bathhouse again in their lifetime."
"But I can't give up the blissful feeling of taking a bath."
"So, you saw it too, Medemus?"
Wan Di nodded silently.
“One day, you will die with a wound in your back.”
"This is the sentence I saw."
"That's a really straightforward picture."
“But if I were to be terrified by a sudden, out-of-the-way tale, I would never have caught your eye and joined the journey of the fire-chaser.”
"You are right. May a powerful destiny await you, and may we meet again in the promised new world..."
"Goodbye, myriad enemies."
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