Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 348 Even Among Wings of Light, There Are Differences

When a flame is lit, the one being burned may not be aware of anything.

Just like now, even though his entire body and will have been burned into the shape of a bonfire, Habisa II was completely unaware—he was surrounded by flames and only felt an overwhelming power; he felt that he could burn everything in the world to ashes!
"Even if it's just the two of you together... I can manage!"

Habisa II laughed wildly, his wings, which were burning with flames, spreading wildly as he hovered in mid-air.

That was the condensation of the will of the masses, and also his strongest power. And now, under his influence, this condensation of will has also begun to burn.

A united will can destroy everything!
This is an unprecedented power, comparable to, or even surpassing, that of a god. Under this immense power, all things tremble.

Everything was trembling; they were all afraid—afraid of this terrifying temperature, afraid of this resolute will.

Even the World Tree before him was filled with fear. Habisa II could sense that the World Tree, which had remained completely still until now, was finally experiencing what pain was. This evil wooden stake was finally getting its comeuppance.

The snake before him, however, showed him no fear whatsoever.

The ancient snake in front of him showed no fear whatsoever; instead, it looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if it had seen something strange.

This ancient snake was not afraid of him at all.

Is it ignorance? Or stupidity?

Habisa II suddenly realized that the so-called gods worshipped by his ancestors were nothing special after all.

Faced with overwhelming power, they didn't even know how to respond; their loose posture showed they hadn't even made the most basic defensive moves.

"Is it because of those wings of light?"

Habisa II looked at the wings of light behind the giant serpent, which were clearly also a condensation of will—it was obviously the condensation of the will of the ancestors, and it was this power that blocked his attack just now.

However, if it's only this level...

Then you can't blame him.

After all, there are differences between the wings of light.

The people of Tahrir today are far stronger than their ancestors, and their willpower is far greater than that of their ancestors.

As times progress, more descendants accumulate knowledge and skills, and they will always surpass their predecessors.

As for those old-fashioned people who are out of touch with the times, if they remain stubborn and unyielding, then they should go to the grave along with this giant serpent.

"It is the natural order for future generations to bury their predecessors."

With that, Habisa II raised his hand.

Eight burning wings of light converged on the palm, condensing into a scorching pillar of light. The molten sword of will was so hot that it could cleave the earth itself in two.

Under the scorching heat, Habisa II's brains were even cooked, but for him at the moment, this minor injury was completely insignificant.

He could feel that he had transcended his physical body and entered a new level. After breaking free from his mortal body, he was finally able to control this unprecedented power!
The flames will bring about change, and everything he has is being reborn in these flames.

The new will surely triumph over the old.

"The new will surely triumph over the old."

Upon realizing this, Habisa II, who had been rising like a raging fire, unexpectedly calmed down.

All the uncertainty eventually became certain, and he suddenly realized that change itself is the greatest constant.

Just like now, it is inevitable that the new will replace the old.

"Return to the earth."

Habisa II calmly waved his hand.

And the scorching light followed, striking down. Although the intense flames would destroy many things, the ashes would eventually return to the earth, and in the spring of the following year, new plants would sprout from those ashes.

"This is the ultimate truth of the world, the principle of endless life."

At that moment, Habisa II felt he understood everything.

Then, he saw the light.

It wasn't the light in his hand, but the light shining directly in his face.

Compared to the light in his hand, the light shining in his face was not intense, had little temperature, and could even be described as quite faint.

But this tiny ray of light pierced through the protection of the eight fiery wings and went straight through his body.

"……Why?"

Because everything happened so quickly, Habiza II didn't even have time to feel much pain.

He didn't even realize what had happened.

However, it was at this moment that he saw eyes.

It wasn't the giant snake's eyes, but another pair of human eyes, staring at him with fury in their gaze.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

Just by meeting his gaze, Habisa II could already sense the anger contained within that gaze, a rebuke for his unworthy descendant.

Moreover, there is more than one pair of such eyes.

One pair of eyes after another opened, and on those seemingly insignificant wings of light, every pair of eyes was fixed on Habisa II, their fierce gazes as if they wanted to devour him alive on the spot!
"I...no, I..."

Despite possessing unparalleled power, Habisa II didn't even dare to meet their gazes at this moment.

Faced with the colossal, light-forged wings that blotted out the sky and were pieced together from countless pairs of eyes, Habisa II felt an unprecedented fear!
"This is……"

Habisa II suddenly realized where the gap lay.

Yes, that's the real difference.

It is not the power formed by the convergence of countless wills, but the power formed by the convergence of countless souls.

It was under the watchful eyes of those people that Habisa II suddenly understood why the condensation of will was in the shape of wings of light, and not something else.

This is because his ancestors, the ancestors of the Tahrir people, also known as the Tatunbuto people, had made a pact with the ancient serpent.

They had sworn to become the wings of the ancient serpent, and these wings of light are their ultimate reward.

And his eight wings of light...

It's nothing more than a clumsy imitation of that agreement.

Why does it have to be wings? He should have thought of that a long time ago.

Unfortunately, he realized it far too late.

As those gazes fell upon him, beams of light pierced through his body.

The scorching light blade in his hand had already dissipated into the air before it could even strike.

Even though he still had hidden trump cards up his sleeve, Habisa II's life was already over in an instant.

But the beacon was eventually turned on.

(End of this chapter)