Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

Taking two steps forward, Bai E faced the fire, his expression serious.

"Spark—come with me. The heart of creation awaits your return."

The sparks of conflict slowly landed in Bai E's palm, using him as a vessel to merge into his body.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Dan Heng asked, "Are you alright, Bai E?"

"...I don't feel any changes at all." Bai E checked his internal condition repeatedly, but felt nothing.

"It was much easier than I expected. I thought carrying the flame would require paying a much higher price."

Forget it, we've already got the fire, so let's not think about it too much.

"Let's go back to Ohm. Let's bring the news of victory to the two demigods."

[Bai Er: So…simple? Ha, no wonder I'm called the perfect vessel.]

[Star: So you can fuse all the fires you use, and with the power of the twelve Titans, you should be able to cut off the head of the Ancient Ones, right?]

[Aglaia: The temperature of a single spark is already the limit for a Golden Blood. Even the most perfect Golden Blood, Bai'e, probably cannot withstand any more.]

[The Fire-Stealing Traveler: ...]

[That Summer: How can you draw conclusions without experimenting? Bai Er... While it's possible, I don't recommend doing it.]

[Bai'er: Teacher, Aglaia, don't worry, I won't do anything foolish, otherwise I wouldn't be called Bai'er.]

[Laigushi: Interesting.]

As everyone left one by one, Xia Die remained where she was, wanting to have one last conversation with Gnaeus.

She picked up a piece of wreckage from the broken ground...

Golden butterflies suddenly appeared around its body; they were manifestations of a part of its soul.

"Lord Gnaeus..."

"...Lord Nicardoli, can you still hear me?"

"I know you just want to sleep peacefully right now. But only you can answer the questions in my heart... Please forgive me for bothering you."

"Please tell me... do you know where Cenatos is?"

A hint of stubbornness appeared between Xia Die's brows. "I must find it. The half that was taken from me since birth... I must take it back from it."

The sound of shattered Titans echoed in my ears.

“I see…” Xia Die said with some regret, “Even the Titans of Strife never faced Death itself directly.”

"My journey must continue, even if it takes me to every corner of Onphalus..."

The voice of the Titans rang out once more.

“I understand… the Golden Blood will certainly respect the agreement and continue what you haven’t finished.”

“You brought strife into this world, and you shouldn’t have such a peaceful ending… but it doesn’t matter. It’s just you and me here, and no one else needs to see you in your final moments.”

"In the poet's pen, you will still be the embodiment of madness and depravity, a war god whose glory has been burned out. But at this moment... I wish to send you to a gentle land full of flowers."

Farewell, Titan.

The butterfly that lingered on my fingertip flew away into the distance, and the distant butterfly turned and left.

[Hu Tao: Xia Die... she's in so much pain. Why does a miracle have to happen to a girl? Misfortune always seems to target those who are destined for hardship.]

[Zhong Li: Death doesn't necessarily only bring coldness, but it's truly too painful for her to bear it alone.]

[Vivian: Good luck, Miss Xia Die. I also had the ability to foresee calamities when I was young, but thanks to the Rope Craftsman, everything turned out alright. You will meet that person too.]

[Xia Die: Thank you all. I really like the feeling of being cared for.]

[Star: Butterfly, I'll be with you to defeat the Death Titan, so you can gain the right to embrace. This is the promise of the Galaxy Baseball Man.]

[Firefly: Silver Wolf, the honey you bought is a bit sour, I'm not eating it.]

[Silver Wolf: No, the honey... is sour?]

[Ying: Hehe, sister, you're so unlucky. Want to learn from me how to handle having multiple close friends? It only costs 1000 points.]

[Paimon: I was the one doing all the talking, give me a share!]

Chapter 289 The Wrath of Man

'All Enemies: The Wrath of Man'

"He will strip God of his authority with the wrath of man."

Against a dark background, wild and unrestrained handwriting is etched on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The intense and stirring drumbeats and guitar sounds open the curtain on the scene, and amidst a sea of ​​blood and fire, Wan Di's sharp eyes strike straight to the heart.

"The time has come; make your choice."

Golden blood slowly flowed between his fingers, and a bright red heart beat in his palm.

The world was dyed red, and even the sunlight could only penetrate the thin clouds. Wan Di straightened his back and instantly crushed the heart in his palm.

A boundless sea of ​​blood, ten thousand enemies kneeling in the center, a spear piercing his chest from behind.

The sun was obscured by a distorted, deep black tide, seemingly mocking the futile efforts of mortals, for no matter how hard they struggled, they could not shake the gods in the slightest.

Grotesque and terrifying skulls rose from the sea of ​​blood, piling up into an endless mountain.

Wan Di's pupils constricted as the mark of the Titan of Strife charged toward him, instantly annihilating the innocent people of Suspended Peak.

Immediately following, arms resembling withered wood stretched out from his feet, trying to drag him into an endless sea of ​​blood, to slumber forever in a world of madness.

Nicardi's true form, accompanied by a group of followers, attacked. Wan Di turned his head to look at them, his eyes filled with disgust.

From among his retinue surrounding him, a golden arrow shot out and pierced his chest.

Gritting his teeth, Wan Di gripped the arrow shaft tightly, pulled it out suddenly, and golden blood gushed out.

But mere pain cannot conquer him. Since you want to kill, then kill! Today, you will either be slaughtered by me alone, or I will face a glorious death.

Wan Di roared to the sky, one punch, two punches...

Even when facing his family members who were ten or a hundred times larger than him, he remained fearless; no one could withstand his iron fists.

The battle never ends.

Golden blood was coughed up with each breath, and cracks gradually appeared on his body, but his momentum grew stronger and stronger, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.

One man can defeat ten thousand nations!

"Choose!"

Now it's his turn to ask the same question.

The scene moves with the gaze of Wan Di, and there is nothing but the heads of enemies and soldiers in front of him.

Nicardoli leaped into the air, his golden spear gleaming coldly.

The conflict reflected in Wan Di's mind, and in a daze, the people of Xuanfeng blocked the flying arrows for him.

“Maide…Moss”.

His people fought for him to the last moment, and they all fell beside him.

"One day, you will die with a wound in your back."

The once-fierce battleground unfolded before the eyes of all the enemies, who all looked forward to becoming king and believed that he could lead his people to restore their former glory.

On the mountaintop built of corpses, Nicardoli's golden arm fell from the heights, the mark of the flames of strife shining brightly in its palm.

"Choose."

He stretched out his left hand, clenched it, the golden mark shattered, and Titan power surged wildly into his body. Wan Di's face became ferocious, and blood-red crystals grew from the inside out, piercing his internal organs and tearing his flesh.

ah--! ! !

With his fist clenched, blood crystals grew rampantly, piercing through flesh and blood wherever there was a gap—his back, chest, arms…

Nicardi's golden wings, at their peak, stretched out from behind Wan Di, and he gradually adapted to everything.

He turned sideways and threw a powerful punch, the raging blood-red lion head roared, and the blood crystal shattered with a deafening crash.

His retinue continued to attack, but he had already awakened. With each swing and grip, no one could block his punch; if anyone did, he would deliver another.

The battlefield was like his backyard, no longer a threat, allowing him to stroll leisurely.

With his left hand outstretched, Wan Di shot out like a cannonball, tightly gripping Nicardi's head, its invincible power propelling it forward, scraping the ground.

Wan Di stepped onto Titan's shoulders, grabbed his head with both hands, and with his waist and stance in perfect harmony, he shouted, "Rise!"

"...Talks too much."

Golden divine blood gushed and splashed everywhere, Nicardoli's head was raised high, Wan Feng roared with a chest-expanding battle cry, and golden wings fully bloomed behind him.

Crimson crystals rose from the ground, arranged in two rows, awaiting the birth of a new king.

The pinnacle of power that all warriors yearn for, all enemies turn around in a flash, raise their arms, straighten their chests and sway their hips, and the red crystal throne stands proudly behind them.

Ten thousand enemies raise their heads in a fierce struggle.

The boundless sea of ​​blood was interwoven with crystals, and the entire battlefield welcomed a new master who would rewrite the rules.

"At this point, I am the conflict itself!"

"Submit, or fall."

On the crimson throne, Wan Di clenched his fist, resting his chin on it, his lips slightly upturned, a red crystal gathering in his palm.

Son of Goergo, he fought his way to the crown!

[Clatrus: Son of Goergo, crowned in blood!]

[Son of Goergo, crowned in blood! Your Highness is domineering, Your Highness is mighty!]

[Bai E: Wow, Wan Di isn't as handsome as you, I'm a little jealous. But I'm not envious, when it's my turn... I'll definitely be even more handsome.]

Charlotte: What a visual feast! I can't even imagine how popular it would be if it were made into a stage play or a movie.

[Aglaia: Indeed, you are the most suitable person to inherit the flame of conflict. But you must also accept Lord Gneus's entrustment and stand at the forefront to resist the black tide.]

[Wan Di: Heh, I've been planning this for a while. With me here... you can rest assured. Unless I die, it won't go any further.]

[Clatrus: Your Highness, we will accompany you.]

【Wan Di: My Master! Let the Suspended Blade Dynasty fade into history. I will bring glory to every citizen and ensure they live well in Ohma. This is the King's command.】

Your Highness, but you are all alone... loneliness will eventually consume you.

[Wan Di: I believe in them. Before I am swallowed by the Black Tide, the Golden Blood will have collected all the embers, and we will reunite in the New World.]

In the next world, we will still follow you, Your Highness!

[Clatrus: Ah, Medemus… remember to tell your mother that she has always loved you. I will take good care of the people of Ohmmar's Spire.]

[Wan Di: Thank you, my teacher.]

[Fufu: Naviette, do you think this video can be shown at the Grand Theatre? I want to share it with everyone.]

[Navilette: Thinking about it is an option.]

[That Summer: A demigod, one who inherited the power and fire of the Titans. Humanity vanished, only divinity remained; perhaps in the next life we ​​will be the new Titans.]

[Aglaia: How did you know that?]

[Na Ke Xia: Heh, no need for you to worry about that, I have my own way.]

[Ring: What? According to your theory, the Golden Descendants of the next world would have to fight against countless enemies. Who could possibly win?]

[Ju Fufu: Wan Di Xiao Ge is just like how I remember myself, woof~]

[Wendy: I ​​see. The cycle of Onpharos is between the Titans and the Golden Blood, with the two constantly passing on their legacy.]

[Silver Wolf: An Iterative Upgrade?]

[Yuecheng Liu: Is it too cruel to use the world's progress to drive the birth of the Commander?]

[Walter: So the goal of the Lycans was to obtain the most perfect Titan, or rather, the spark, and then use it as nourishment for the Iron Tomb.]

[Black Tower: Messenger of Destruction, if your deduction is correct, the Titans are simulating the Star Gods. When all those who inherit the Flame willingly face destruction, the Omnic will obtain the perfect twelve Flames.]

[Lagurus: As expected of a genius who has received intellectual glimpses, in such a short time, he has figured out most of Onpharos. Unfortunately, the birth of the Iron Tomb is a foregone conclusion, and no one can stop it.]