Night World Players

Chapter 217 There is no such thing as an angel of judgment. I have always been Amys.

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The Watchtower, this towering tower finally collapsed.

Under the influence of gravity, every inch of the metal skeleton and components that made up this huge structure disintegrated in mid-air, and thousands of sharp fragments were contaminated by fuel in the explosion and fell down burning.

These were arrow-like fragments burning with blazing flames, pouring down upon the earth like a heavy rain, like a bright fireball.

A storm of steel and fire swept across the entire barren land. Countless huge metal fragments and broken steel bars penetrated deeply into the backbone of the earth. The scorching air currents and flying debris tore everything within a radius of several kilometers into pieces.

The roar resounded through the sky and the earth.

This scene is like the broken tower of ancient Babylon in mythology, or the desperate cry of the last Titan as he fell from the cliffs of Mount Olympus.

And the girl's human figure slowly leaped up among the shattered fire meteors.

Her figure was obviously so thin and slender, but her posture as she soared into the air in the firelight was so majestic and noble, like a prisoner escaping from prison, or like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

Huge chunks of broken metal and violent fire winds fell in the air around her, but did not harm the human figure at all.

On the contrary, the moment it approached the human figure, the orders of "destruction" and "judgment" were issued to everything around it, whether living or dead.

The falling fragments broke apart again in an instant, decomposing the original metal fragments into the most basic iron atoms, and could no longer form a complete entity.

This is the product of the characteristics of the "Judgment" sequence being materialized by the angels of the same sequence, and the originally illusory rules are materialized into tangible phenomena - all things that are subject to the command of "Judgment", regardless of their rank, whether they are living or dead, are instantly reduced to the most basic microscopic particles.

This is a truly conceptual power that cannot be resisted or prevented, just as only legends can fight legends... and only angels can fight angels.

The broken metal particles gathered around the human figure and turned into silver-white wings that reached the sky.

And in the center of the steel wings that covered the sky was the figure of a young girl, as ferocious as a ghost and as majestic as a king, like a mechanical queen who reigned over the world.

Her entire body, except for her face, had obvious mechanized features. Her originally swan-like, white, slender neck was now covered with a layer of pale silver steel armor.

But Rast still recognized her identity at a glance.

That was a name he would never forget even if he fell into the hell of time loops—

Amys

They finally met again.

In that gap between the night world and reality, outside the small town of "Canaan" where it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, they met face to face in person.

As if it had noticed Last's gaze, the mechanical angel in the distant sky slowly lowered its eyes and cast its gaze towards the barren surface of the earth.

The two looked at each other. Last stood in the ruins of steel, and Amis looked up at the sky that had been burned black and red. The whole world was engulfed in fire and thick smoke.

In the midst of iron and fire, the humanoid mechanical angel descended to the ground, its iron wings that covered the sky and the sun fluttered, breaking down all obstacles along the way into the most basic microscopic particles, which became part of the wings that reached the sky.

It was not until this moment that Rast discovered that Amis' eyes were not the slightly soft sky blue in his memory, but golden eyes like lava.

He knew that it was the color of "judgment," and that the will controlling this angel's body wasn't that of the blonde girl living in the small town of Canaan... but rather the embodiment of the rules of the Judgment sequence within the Star Grail, a natural law that symbolized judgment, destruction, and ruin.

This scene was so similar to the day when Canaan was destroyed in Last's memory... collapsed buildings, hot wind with smoke and dust, metal fragments twisted and deformed in the high temperature, and the distraught boy and girl buried in the ruins.

But at this moment, their identities were swapped. Last was kept in the dark and knew nothing about it, while Amis chose to participate in the artificial angel project alone in order to meet him again in the future, facing loneliness for who knows whether it would be a thousand or ten thousand years.

At this moment, Amys's soul should be in a deep sleep, while Rust stands atop the ruins, gazing up at the figure of the mechanical angel. Amys, or rather, the mechanical angel with the form of a young girl, lands on the earth, her towering steel wings dissipating, and she traverses the remains of the Watchtower, walking step by step toward Rust.

Looking at the humanoid angel that was getting closer and closer, Last's mind moved slightly.

You have completed the main quest in the Echoes of the Era: Omnic Crisis: The Lost Angel of Judgment.

[Your optional mission 1 (participating in the limited-time event "Deep Blue Harbor Speedrun Challenge" in the virtual reality game "Poem of the Shorekeeper" and winning first place in the game event) has been completed.]

Your optional mission 2 (deeply investigating the artificial angel project and exploring the origins of the "Intelligent Disaster" and the truth behind it) has been completed.

[The clearance requirements for this night world have been met]

The final score and reward distribution for this Night World mission will be settled after leaving the Historical Reverberations.

[Night travelers are requested to choose to exit the Echoes of the Era or continue to stay in it.]

A blue light screen appeared in Last's mind. As long as he selected the confirmation button, he would be able to escape directly from the remnants of history.

On the other side, Dean Yin was also looking at the angel of judgment who was slowly walking across the ruins and wreckage of steel, his face full of vigilance.

"What the hell did you drug me with back then? That's why you lured me here."

"I'm totally crazy to be facing an angel in his prime."

Dean Silver muttered, and his furry snow-white tail quickly grew larger and then wrapped around Rast's waist.

It has not forgotten the last battle of Broken Coast, when old man Cecil interrupted the return process of the night world, but it dare not put all its hopes on the escape mechanism of the night world.

Once the escape from the night world fails, Dean Yin will immediately take Last into the subspace and escape.

Finally, the girl figure came in front of Rast.

Her mechanical body was clad in a pure white long dress, the folds of which spread out like layers of lotus leaves—Amys's favorite style. But in Rust's eyes, she was no longer Amys, but a god looking down upon the world, her crimson-gold eyes filled with indifference to life and a joy in slaughter.

Perhaps this is what the "Angel of Judgment" should originally look like. The so-called "judgment" is a sequence that can dominate the world with pure violence.

Perhaps she was going to kill him? After all, in the eyes of the Angel of Judgment, he was nothing more than a slightly larger insect.

Such a thought flashed through Rast's mind, because immediately afterwards, he saw the girl's eyes in front of him change from bright golden pupils to a somewhat soft sky blue again.

Amis stretched out her left hand, but not to pierce Luster's heart. Instead, she gently stroked the side of his face with a cold touch of steel.

"fool."

The girl's voice was very gentle, but to Rast's ears, it sounded dreamy and unreal.

There had never been a moment like when Amis touched his cheek, and he knew with such clarity that he was truly alive.

"There is no such thing as an angel of judgment."

"I have always been Amys..."

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PS: The plot of these two chapters is quite critical and I don’t want to compromise, so I deleted and revised them for a day and a half before posting them. I will try to add more in the next few days.

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