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Under the moonlight at night, Xue Dinglu silently went to the rooftop of his building. Looking across the street at the bustling shopping mall, while the village itself was only faintly lit like fireflies, he silently took a sip of his beer.

While others couldn't see him, there was an illusory figure beside Xue Dinglu.

"I never expected that you would reach the same level as the Mimic King in such a short time." The brave uncle silently took a sip of beer and looked at the dazzling neon lights of the night in the distance.

Finally, Xue Law prepared to let the brave uncle see his daughter Fafnir.

After the hero died, he was absorbed by the Mimic King and fell asleep inside the Mimic King's body. The hero was not asleep either, so he was pulled out by Xue's Law.

Originally, Xue Lude wanted Fafnir to recognize her father, but in the end, the hero uncle chose to just watch Fafnir from afar and had no intention of appearing in front of her.

Meanwhile, Xue had previously planned to arrange for Su Su to meet her mother, but Su Su's mother refused.

This mother and daughter are different because she feels guilty. Although it was a choice she had no other option but to transform her daughter into a vessel for the world's consciousness, she doesn't regret it. But if they were to acknowledge each other, it would only create more awkwardness.

So she refused. Xue Lu looked at the team members who had once made deals with Margaret in an attempt to save the world, and could only sigh.

Just as Little Dragon Girl didn't want the village to disappear, but she couldn't stop its demolition, life is full of disappointments.

Beer cans clinked together as Xue Lude and Uncle Yongzhe quietly watched the lights in the distance.

"To me back then, the Mimic King was like the CEO of a company. I had only heard of him, but never had the chance to meet him. I never imagined..." He seemed to be sighing, "In the blink of an eye, the person who went on the adventure with me back then has now become a CEO-level leader."

Uncle Brave felt this way. He was just a low-level employee in a branch office, and he could never even see the regional manager, let alone the CEO of the head office. Who knew that the CEO of the head office would turn out to be a friend he used to know.

My feelings are complicated.

Xue didn't reply, but silently opened another can of beer.

"Are you really not going to see Fafnir again?" Xue Dinglu asked in the wind as he downed an ice-cold beer.

"There's no need. She's already lived her own life, and there's no need for me, her irresponsible father, to reappear. To her, my presence would only be a burden." The brave uncle downed his beer in one gulp and threw the can on the ground.

"I'm going back now. Every second I stay out here reduces the spiritual energy I need to sustain my existence." The hero said goodbye and left, returning to the Hall of Heroes.

Xue Dinglu also downed his beer in one gulp, preparing to leave and then join this final battle.

Unexpectedly, footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairwell.

Xue Dinglu was stunned for a moment, and then he saw his aunt come to the rooftop and meet his eyes.

“Aunt…” Xue Dinglu called out, then looked at the beer cans scattered all over the rooftop and explained, “I came up here to have some beer and look at the stars.”

"Um……"

Aunt silently came to Xue's side and sat down on the rooftop as well: "Xue, is this another battle that you're not confident about?"

Xue Dinglu was stunned for a moment, then controlled his facial muscles and showed a sunny smile: "No, this time it's a sure thing, don't worry, our side is a level stronger than the enemy, we will win."

However, her aunt fell silent. She gazed at the starry sky, lost in thought, and then, after what seemed like a long time, said, "Ah Xue, you're still the same as you were back then..."

"But this time, don't leave without saying goodbye again. You promised Linglong and Lingshu that you would come back for dinner tomorrow." Aunt said, reaching out and grasping Xue Dinglu's hand.

Those weren't smooth hands; instead, they were covered in calluses and wrinkles.

"Don't be so careless about your life like before. If you leave like this, those children will be very sad," came my aunt's voice.

Xue Dinglu stopped talking. He thought of Yishan and Fuge. If he continued to act as before, without caring about his own life, perhaps such a tragedy would also happen to his loved ones.

The birth of the Lord of the Mist was a tragedy inherent in the birth of that previous King.

"Don't worry, I will cherish my life now, because I am no longer alone." Xue Dinglu smiled, this time not a forced smile, but a genuine one.

In the past, he might have thought about making his life more valuable, but with his adventures and travels, he met more friends and developed deeper relationships with more people.

Now, he has an aunt, two lovely daughters, and sisters like Fafnir and Susu. In every world, he has made many friends and even relatives.

He was no longer the solitary wanderer he once was, but had truly become a father, a teacher, and, perhaps, a husband...

At the same time, he is also the nominal leader of the masquerade ball and the interstellar column. Although he is more like a mascot, he still has the title of leader.

"Don't worry, Aunt, I will cherish my life more than anyone else," Xue Dinglu promised. "I will come back safely and then grow old with you."

Xue calculated that even if he did nothing, or even desperately suppressed the void using Hassan's sacred shroud, he would only have less than a hundred years left to live.

Nothingness is the most incurable poison in the universe.

But a hundred years is more than enough time.

In the future that the Great Sage foresaw, he would die around the age of 32 during a Doctors Without Borders aid operation, which would mean he had lived more than seventy years longer than his previous fate, which was more than enough.

Furthermore, this time is sufficient for him to cultivate successors for the Starfleet and the Masquerade, and the school he founded is precisely for this purpose.

Goodnight, Auntie!

Xue Dinglu cleaved open a portal, and on the other side of the portal was the interstellar column.

"See you tomorrow, Xue." Aunt waved her hand. Despite her endless worries, she now knew that the greatest help she could give Xue was to support him silently from behind.

"Buzz!"

The portal disappeared, and Xue's Law left Earth.

Aunt's waving hand froze in mid-air. For some reason, she seemed to have returned to more than 3200 years ago, to the time when she was silently waiting for Xue Dinglu and the others at the foot of Mount Olympus.

……

Shallow subspace, a gathering point for interstellar convoys.

"Boom!"

A sound that seemed to reverberate throughout the entire warp echoed in their ears, even sounding like crystals shattering. This was the sound of the Lord of the Mist crashing against the warp barrier.

"Interstellar Squadron, First Platoon, is ready!"

"Squad 2 is ready!"

"Squad 5 is ready!"

……

"Squad 72 is ready!"

One after another, enormous starships, as large as planets, were towed into the subspace; all of this was preparation for this final war.

Despite the fact that the Star Squadron suffered a full-scale attack from the Apostle Familiars controlled by the Lord of the Mist during the time when the Mimic King was out of contact, the original squadron had already lost more than half of its members.

However, in such a short time, they still managed to prepare their forces and began to demonstrate to the Lord of the Mist the true strength of this strongest organization capable of protecting most of the observable universe.

In the past, the Fifth Squad alone, along with Xue's Law, who was only a quasi-5th rank at the time, was able to surround and kill the Ninth Apostle. The configuration of a squad in the Star Squadron was based on the Apostle, meaning that a single squad, when fully prepared, had the combat power to surround and kill an Apostle.

At the same time, it also has the ability to temporarily defend itself when attacked by apostles, thereby requesting support.

And now, there are still dozens of such teams!
Xue Law appears as the nominal "crown prince" but in reality as a mascot. However, Xue Law doesn't actually need to do anything because behind him is the God of Order, who is now just a phantom, the former Mimic King.

He's the real boss on our side; to be honest, I'm just a super minion tanking towers on high ground.

"Gentlemen, this is our final battle. Let us unite and work together, and after tomorrow, the world will be free from the rampage of the apostles!"

"Since the birth of the Star Squadron, the Apostles have ravaged the land, and the Divine Trees have spread everywhere. Countless afflicted civilizations are crying out for help, which has led to a severe shortage of manpower. We even require each person to possess the power to single-handedly eliminate the Apostles and the Divine Trees..."

"In this protracted war, we do not know how many ancestors and comrades have died, nor how much civilization and future we have lost. All of this is because of the apostles, all of this is because of the enemy we are about to face today!"

"And today, we can accomplish our goal in one battle and completely kill our enemies in the warp."

"Gentlemen, follow me! All troops, attack!"

"Roar!"

Countless members of the interstellar squadrons responded. It should be noted that those who could come to this battle were at least near-Tier 5 personnel, all of whom possessed planetary-level power.

Each starship here is capable of destroying stars and possesses the power to obliterate an entire galaxy in the universe.

Furthermore, everyone here has been rigorously selected by the God of Order, possesses an iron will, and an unparalleled determination to walk the path of the King.

In short, everyone here is an absolute powerhouse in the universe, with fighting spirit and patience that amazes everyone, and they also possess an absolute secret weapon!
Xue Lu looked at the Order Essence in his hand. This was the most important secret weapon in the entire game, and it represented the true power that allowed the hero to teleport over after he, as a super minion, tanked the tower.

They will win as long as this Essence of Order can reach the Lord of the Mist.

Xue's mission is complete. He will then be able to use the immortality granted to him by the Blood of Hell to successfully revive and escape the battlefield. All that remains is to see how the God of Order tears apart the Lord of the Mist.

Xue Law never thought he could win this battle in one life, but he wasn't afraid because his current number of lives was like having a cheat code activated—it was infinite.

As long as one retains even the most primal spiritual essence, the Blood of Hell can instantly revive one. This absolute immortality is thanks to the Lord of the Mist.

Xue Dinglu now has very little of his original power left; it is all the power he has merged with that of the Lord of Mist and the Mimic King, as well as the power he has borrowed from various planets.

He has essentially stopped being human; he is now more like a hybrid monster under multiple powers.

However, as long as he is essentially "Xue's Law", that is enough. His ability to participate in this war of gods through this power is nothing more than a forced and accelerated process.

This power, after transforming him into that immortal and indestructible abomination, led to his current plan.

"Buzz!"

Starships, like shooting stars flying in reverse, headed towards the deepest part of the subspace.

At this very moment, just as at that very moment, four billion years ago, there was a group of martyrs who carried starships to the vast void of space, and all of them perished in this subspace.

And now, these younger generations seem to have embarked on the same path, with starships flying towards the edge of the warp like a meteor shower across the sky.

Their goal wasn't as desperate as that of the martyrs, who had to confront an invisible void in the universe. They only needed to confront a "false god" that was ravaging the world.

Among tens of thousands of starships, Xue's Law is hidden in one of them at random.

"Leader Xue, we will send you to the battlefield where you will face the Lord of the Mist. Afterwards, a special transport will take you to the Lord of the Mist's location. The rest is up to you!"

"We will launch hundreds of thousands of these transport aircraft to lull the Lord of the Mist into a false sense of security. You only need to blend into one of them to confuse him. Then, we will hold off all the apostles and their retinues, as well as the abominations created by the Lord of the Mist."

"Understood." Xue Dinglu nodded.

Although he was the nominal leader, he was actually a leader who followed his subordinates' plans, since he didn't really know as much about space warfare as these interstellar squadrons.

And clearly, Xue's law has nothing to add to this plan.

In short, all the squads were there to cover Xue's arrival at the Lord of the Mist, so that they could insert the Divine Essence of Order into him, allowing the God of Order to descend directly upon the Lord of the Mist and wage divine war upon him.

In this way, no matter what, the God of Order can drag the Lord of the Mist to the edge of the Warp to be imprisoned, thus completely eliminating this hidden danger.

From this point on, there will be no more threats from the Apostles in the world.

This massive number of starships, along with a large number of transport aircraft, serves both to help Xue's laws block the abominations created by the Lord of the Mist and to confuse the public.

Only in the most chaotic situations can Xue's Law unexpectedly uncover the master of the fog.

The messenger bowed to Xue Luding and said, "Good luck, Leader Xue Luding."

"Wish us good luck," Xue Dinglu returned the greeting. (End of Chapter)