Chapter 1096

Bai'e solemnly nodded: "A single word settles it."

The two turned their backs and strode toward their respective battlefields. But just before stepping into the vortex's heart, Wandi still halted, slightly turning his face:

"Come on, rush to your battlefield and bring death to that fire-stealing hyena. But if you are driven to desperation, then pray to the blades in the heavens——"

"——Then, loudly call upon the name of the new god."

……

After a while, Xuanfengcheng.

As soon as Bai'e and the others arrived, they saw countless Xuanfengcheng soldiers locked in combat with the Heichi monsters of this place; in an instant, the shouts of killing shook the heavens, and a thick, bloody stench permeated the entire Xuanfengcheng.

"No way… Xuanfeng people?"

Bai'e approached a Xuanfeng soldier who had collapsed from exhaustion, helped him up from the ground, and said: "I never expected her to send Xuanfeng troops to assist. Brave warrior, how is the front line?"

The Xuanfeng soldier, his breath faint: "... Aohema people? Why are you here……"

"Why… didn't Aglaea tell you? We were ordered to come assist you all, to encircle and hunt the fire-stealers."

"Aglaea… that damned usurper, I spit!" The Xuanfeng soldier spat out a mouthful of blood foam; his agitated emotions made his chest heave violently, but also drained his last vestige of strength: "Our king… is about to return. If it's him, he will surely… deal with you… that black-clad one……"

The hoarse insults lingered in his throat, unspoken. Not long after, he convulsed, his head drooping, his soul drifting from his body toward the manor of Senatos.

"The Xuanfeng soldier… truly takes after their king."

Gazing at the gradually cooling corpse in his hands, Bai'e sorrowfully closed his eyes, placing it alongside his fallen comrades.

"Rest in peace, may your glory endure forever."

After Bai'e arrived nearby, Tibao, who had been left behind to meet them, also rushed over at once, reiterating the previously discussed plan: "Once we retrieve the fire seed, Janus's pathway will open. Everyone must flee immediately, cannot linger. The rest depends on *our* tacit understanding."

"Do you still remember what Wandi said earlier? On the battlefield, you must cast aside distractions… Come on, partner—today, fate will be on our side!"

——

Marvel Universe.

"Golden Descendants, assemble!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Now it feels like the final showdown!"

Seeing that the battle against the fire-stealers was about to begin, Wade hugged a box of pizza, excitedly jumping up and down in the room like a monkey in heat.

"Trapped in the labyrinth of memory, how would you describe it? Like throwing him into the past? Tying time into a dead knot? Hey… Logan, I bet five mao that nothing will go this smoothly; in the memory labyrinth, there might even erupt a fierce battle!"

"Shut up, you're annoying." Logan took a swig of wine, a low growl rumbling in his throat, "The fire-stealer's regenerative ability is probably just like yours; you can't kill him physically at all. Bai'e's idea isn't bad—rather than trying to kill him, it's better to figure out how to imprison him forever."

"Me? And me? You sure?"

Wade leaned in: "I'm like this because of a curse; if this guy wants to be like me, he at least needs some acquaintance with the goddess of death—oh no, in Wakanda, I should say some acquaintance with the Titan of death."

"That's true." Logan snorted coldly. Among those dealing with beings possessing 'immortality', Wade is both the hardest to handle and yet also the easiest—if you want to kill him outright, it's nearly impossible—anyway, he doesn't know how to do it. But if you could toss him alone into a sealed time loop like the fire-stealer, with no one to talk to for hundreds or thousands of years, he reckons he could suffocate himself.

At first he thought Wandi's "defying death" ability was similar to Wade's, but after Wandi actively exposed his own weakness, he dismissed that idea. However, considering it another way, the fire-stealer, who appears immensely powerful in the eyes of the Golden Descendants—so much so that even Titans find him troublesome—might likewise possess some hidden weakness, simply because few have crossed blades with him yet, and it remains undiscovered.

——

In the center of the arena ahead, all that could be heard was the ringing of swords and guns, the sound of sleeves tearing through the wind.

Nachixia had already been entangled with the fire-stealer; under the opponent's step-by-step pressing assault, Nachixia constantly dodged and weaved, his guns spinning in his hands, firing, but he could hardly injure him at all, only managing to buy a little time.

Even so, merely dodging the opponent's attacks left Nachixia no time to attend to anything else. Suddenly, a flash of light— a blade of light materialized out of thin air, slicing straight at the unprepared Nachixia.

"Teacher Nachixia——!"

Bai'e, unbeknownst when, had stepped forward, sword in hand, blocking before him with a clang, deflecting the fire-stealer's aggressive strike.

"Finally you've come."

Behind the few, Xing also arrived at the battlefield; her feather pen appeared in her hand, she traced a line in the air, accompanied by a murmuring sound, and the environment of the Xuanfeng arena began to shift, transforming from the ruins into its former primordial state.

"Repent in the memories of the departed——Executioner!"

Nachixia panted heavily, barely supporting himself as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Bai'e: "If you don't hurry up, this Titan will probably sacrifice me."

A voice from within Nachixia's body quickly spoke—Sechis: "Heh, frail mortal child… keeping you whole under the blade is harder than elucidating the ultimate truth."

Seeing the opponent's reinforcements arrive, the fire-stealer's body began to rapidly blur into a mass; only four or five shadows "split" from him, all rushing to surround and attack everyone.

Lone Bai'e could still hold out for a while, but faced with a gang attack he quickly fell into a disadvantage, his body soon covered in wounds.

And Nachixia fared even worse—he was sent flying with his guns by a single sword of the fire-stealer, his whole body limp like a broken puppet as he knelt helplessly on the ground. The fire-stealer showed no mercy, raising his ritual sword and thrusting it straight into Nachixia's chest—!

"However——the round-moon-like blade halted abruptly half an inch before his chest."

"Yet we see Nachixia's hands clenched tightly around the hilt of the ritual sword, his grip so strong that even several attempts by the fire-stealer to withdraw his hand failed. At the same time, a golden light emerged from his chest——"

"The fire seed of Eronis!"

Nachixia slowly lifted his head, the corner of his mouth curling into a satisfied smile.

"At last… we got it!"