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Chapter 201 The Final Chapter of a Parallel World, A Tribute to That Distant Glory

“I’m sorry, Hercules, we may not be able to continue with you,” Hercules said on the shores of Boston.

Behind him, his close friends who had once fought alongside him to kill Zeus shared the same thought, smiling as they looked toward the dawn of the world.

“This is, after all, our real world. Although it’s just a parallel world, it’s our true home,” Hector said, glancing at Howard the gigolo who was still fooling around in the distance.

Hector also learned that the boy was his descendant, albeit only a few percent related. That at least proved that many of his descendants were still alive in the world.

“Although I hate to admit it, our strength is no longer sufficient to keep up with the dangers you face. In fact, we might only become a burden in the future. So let’s say goodbye and leave this world behind.” Odysseus smiled. “There are still hundreds of millions of monsters in this world that haven’t been redeemed, right? Someone has to stay here to clean up this mess.”

Xue Dinglu also fell silent. He understood that even the heroes who materialized from fantasy could not save everyone. There were always people in the world who could not be saved even by light. They remained in a 'vegetative state', hiding in some unknown corner of the world.

They are the most evil and terrifying monsters, and there may even be some fallen mystics among them who have escaped the plague. It is very likely that the plague of the wasteland will break out again among them.

Besides, this is their future world...

However, Xue's Law does not agree with Odysseus's statement that they were a burden.

Even this time, no one is a burden.

The bacteriophages cultivated by the young couple known as "Doctor Xue's Law"...

The mystic Austin, Howard, and the evil spirit Annabelle set up the ritual and successfully defended the high ground and crystal when the enemy attacked.

We successfully contacted the old man who loves crafts and completed the handover of the phage karke.

Odysseus, who infiltrated the base and preemptively launched a perfect team before the mystics completed their ritual.

And inside Nazigera, the old man of Lovecraft, who ultimately counterattacked through self-destruction and bacteriophages.

Even at the very end, they prevented Brinton from escaping and used the Skybreaker to locate the Greek heroes who were trying to escape Brinton.

There was also the old ghost, who kept chatting with Xue Daolu to keep him from getting bored...

Everyone seemed indispensable; without anyone, the battle would not end so easily. They were no longer facing just an ancient creature, but a collective entity of the despair and numbness of 52 billion people.

And the fruit of the sacred tree, fed by 52 billion souls, and Brinton, who ate that fruit.

If Odysseus had started the attack any later, and the Fallen Mystics had summoned the "Death Spirit," they might have faced an enemy with a power level of 80 billion.

Without the self-disclosure of the old man who loves craftsmanship, Xue's Law would never have gathered the brilliance of 79 billion people.

If it weren't for the two mystics and Annabelle protecting the ritual from the evil spirits' attack, he wouldn't have been able to complete this false brilliance of "honoring glory"...

Xue's Law never believed they would hold us back, but now, our old friends seem to have truly grown old. They want to return to their homeland, both as a glorious homecoming and to resolve the world's last remaining threat...

Just as the wicked Tudor said, someone always has to stay in this world to solve these problems.

Furthermore, Xue's Law will not hinder his friends' dreams. If his friends are willing to travel the world with him, he will be happy to do so. If his friends want to retire and return to their hometown, he will offer his best wishes.

Xue Dinglu took a deep breath, preparing to offer his blessings to his friends, when he suddenly paused and said, "There's a problem. Even if I use my illusion to materialize and give you new bodies, because magic is forbidden in this world, all individuals from the Age of Gods onwards have a lifespan of only... 200 years..."

This is data that Xue Law just obtained from his mother.

After the Age of Gods, the lifespan of newborn humans is limited to 200 years... This is the ultimate limit set by the world.

Even after he leaves this world, their divine magic and treasures will disappear, just like his aunt, who can only use "pseudo-cursed blood," and all the magic of the divine era will vanish.

“So what? Two hundred years is more than enough. In fact, for us, this second life has far exceeded our expectations!” Achilles said.

“We might not even need a 200-year lifespan. Without magic, we might die while we’re cleaning up those remnants.” Another hero said.

They've all come to terms with it. They've already gotten their money's worth, and now whatever they do is a new chapter in their lives.

There's even a chance you might find your children and grandchildren three thousand years from now. Even if you can't fulfill your wish of holding your grandchildren, you can still hug your many, many... granddaughters.

"Don't even think about dating your great-granddaughter!" another hero teased.

"Don't worry, it's been more than five generations, it's not consanguineous marriage..."

The Greeks' conversation drifted to discussing their sexual fetishes, which made the old ghost beside them start sweating profusely.

This paladin felt that he had committed a heinous crime when he accidentally got drunk and had an illegitimate daughter with a nun when he was young. So much so that he didn't realize many years later that he had made a mistake that night... But looking at this group of people, old Barak suddenly felt that he was still too noble. It was just a pity that he didn't know at the time that he had always wanted to tell that nun that he was willing to take responsibility for her life.

Unfortunately, by the time he learned about the illegitimate daughter, the nun had already passed away.

Although he later became the Guardian of the World and knew that this was the work of the Holy See, he did not hate the Holy See. After all, without this incident, all his descendants might have died, and there would be no Alora, his only hope now.

While the old ghost was still "dreaming of the past with tears still wet on his face," the Greek heroes were preparing to say their final farewells.

They all decided to stay in this world, a world with 6 million remnants, surviving mystics in the shadows, and those dog breeds trying to overthrow the world.

As former heroes, they have to take decisive action, whether for their own world or for their beloved grandchildren. They will make this choice.

Therefore, the heroes poured all their power into their original Noble Phantasms and handed them over to Xue Lude.

No hero hoards their treasures: the Sevenfold Ring of the Blazing Sky, the Unyielding Spear, the Hydra Bow and Arrows, the Golden Lion Hide, the Cerberus Necklace, the Odyssey's Leather Armor...

Dozens of treasures were handed over to Xue Luding. This was their last gift to Xue Luding, and also their final farewell, which carried the spiritual energy and power of all of them. Although those treasures were not very powerful, most of them were only at the level of "D~B".

However, many of them possess strange and unusual abilities, which might be able to help Xue's Law at some point in the future under certain circumstances, and that would be enough.

This was their final gift.

Xue Ludao took a deep breath and looked at the dazzling array of treasures displayed on the beach. These were the last gifts his old friends had given him before parting, and Xue Ludao would give them a return gift in return.

Besides materializing illusions and creating a magic-free version of their bodies using their original bloodline...

Xue's Law, inspired by Birdman A, created a bizarre suit of armor that, to the Greek heroes, resembled a greenbottle fly or a greenbottle locust; everyone wore one…

"Since you're going to clean up the hidden, corrupt mystics and their remnants, then this is my return gift. Your Noble Phantasms are useless here, but mine are." Xue Dinglu looked at the fly-locust armor materialized from his imagination and grinned.

The next moment, each piece of armor transformed into a small belt, which could be carried with one's body simply by hanging it on one's body. After he left, the physical bodies of these old friends were only at the quasi-first rank due to the magic ban, but their martial arts and combat experience were enough to make them invincible below the second rank.

If everyone had this "D-rank" or similar Noble Phantasm-like armor, they could be invincible below the 3rd rank, and even be able to protect them in battle after losing their magic power.

Everyone took the belt, and after surfing the internet, some people seemed to recognize it and commented, "Shouldn't you also give us a motorcycle?"

"How about adding a card pack? That way we can switch between different cards to transform."

Why not mention coins and soda?

Do you have Flame Lava?

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and they fastened the belt around their necks. From now on, they would remain in this world, relying on this belt, a last gift from their friend, to fight against the remnants and hunt down the fallen mystics.

All darkness will be brought to justice.

"How about we set up an organization? Although we need to fight the remnants all over the world, it would be better to meet and keep in touch every year."

"Let's call the organization Athens."

"Bullshit! Why not call it Sparta?"

"I think Kaludon sounds better..."

"Calling it Attica is fine too..."

A group of people started arguing about naming the organization after their hometowns, and no one was willing to give in. Finally, Hector, their nominal "first mate" of the Sky Thunder, said, "Let's call it Sky Thunder. I don't think anyone will have any objections."

Thus, this strange organization was formed. They all left Boston with their belts and headed to all parts of the world. The 33 members of the Skybreaker were prepared to use their own methods to eliminate the remnants of the revolution.

They will write new stories and adventures in this world that originally belonged to them.

After that, it was time for the knights to clash with the strange men.

"Farewell, Sisyphus." Hector bid him a final farewell. This great Trojan hero, the most morally upright hero of ancient Greece, bowed sincerely to Sisyphus.
May your light never fade, and may you forever walk on the path of your childhood dreams. May you leave home for half your life and return still a youth at heart.

　I did a job...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)