Chapter 839

Unlike the quietness under fear before, this time it was their interrogation of their own hearts, their questioning of their own will.

Unknowingly.

Under the continuous huge impact on their worldview, under the constant interrogation of their hearts.

These elites who were undercover in Chaldea with determination and will had thrown their countries and organizations behind them.

No way.

Compared to those prop weapons that could end the world, affecting the entire universe, and even the disasters of humanity in infinite worlds, these were too insignificant.

Now it was a tragic, heavy sense of mission that pressed down on them, making them suffocated and excited.

No questioning.

Only the interrogation of their own will in their hearts.

For a long time.

"My lord... the long night is hard to brighten, burning life to light the lamp."

Kaji Ryoji slowly knelt on one knee, one hand on his heart, lowering his head, his voice hoarse but extremely firm: "Willing to offer my heart for humanity!"

As if a signal.

Over half of the human elites who had just struggled to climb up, without looking at each other, just silently, knelt on one knee with extreme firmness, lowering their heads to swear.

"We are willing to offer our hearts for humanity, the long night is hard to brighten, burning life to light the lamp."

Solemn.

Grave.

Carrying extreme firmness.

They had interrogated themselves, questioned themselves, but the conclusion they finally reached was that they were willing, they could.

A total of thirty-one people, their gazes extremely firm, carrying the sincerity that shattered all hesitation and determination, even fanaticism.

Others looked at them, their lips trembling, and finally lowered their heads in shame.

Compared to those who swore, they had too many attachments, relatives, friends, careers, and couldn't make a decision easily.

"Oh, is that so? Having seen hell, you still resolutely step in?"

Luo Shu's tone had no fluctuation, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He hadn't held back at all, showing them that terrible future with his own essence.

It could definitely clearly experience that kind of pain and struggle, questioning and regret.

For those without conscience, without emotions, it was useless.

But for these idealists who possessed abundant emotions, pursued spiritual satisfaction, and had ideals and ambitions, it was truly like hell.

Undoubtedly.

Even if not the kind of protagonist, the kind of trendsetter that rose in the world.

These thirty-one people, in any aspect, were already true elites.

Next, there would be an explosive period in magic power, until the next questioning of doubt was born, and after passing it again, there would be another explosive period...

Uh... how did it seem like the magecraft system was made by him like the inner demon tribulation next door?

"Yes, we are willing."

The thirty-one people's sonorous and powerful voices overlapped together.

In everyone's vision.

The young man who looked like an ordinary person smiled slightly, and then the void around him rippled like water waves.

The terrifying and shocking display cases around gradually blurred, collapsed, began to withdraw from the reality dimension, became blurred, dim, until they disappeared.

They felt themselves sink.

Not at the physical level, but a weight of life that could not be described or expressed in words.

They felt themselves rising, not from the spatial level, but from the dimension, or something deeper.

The causality entangled on them, those connections with the world were gradually fading, but not plundering, but exchanging.

A joy from the instinct of life, due to the breaking of shackles, rose in their hearts.

In the dark, they naturally understood that this was their contract with the world mother as an individual, that constraint was protection.

Now they could freely travel to other worlds, witnessing different scenery.

But because of this, they needed to face the horror outside the world, with no world behind them as a backing.

No.

That wasn't right either; they still had a backing.

Waking up from the emotion of something so grand it was hard to imagine, looking up from freedom and panic, they looked up.

Clear.

Extremely clear.

Light.

As if the gathering of all beautiful brilliance in the world, a boundless dimension as pure as heaven.

Even if just touched by the mist of that light, they had a feeling of relief and clarity as if all their fatigue and hidden injuries were washed away, and the whole person was soaked in a divine spring.

And what they were in was a vast and boundless platform among these billions of brilliant worlds.

The reason it was called a platform.

Because...

Everyone looked blankly at the silver head that exceeded the end of the horizon, lowering its eyebrows and drooping its eyes; the bright eyes were like a pure white sky, quietly overlooking this world.

Compassion?

Tolerance?

Protection?

"Noah?"

Everyone looked up blankly, and this name naturally floated in their hearts.

To be precise, the transliteration is Ultraman.

The meaning is a superman named Noah, or a saint!

This is a giant full of divinity, magnificent to the point of being unbelievable, with silver wings folded behind its back, like a god of light.

No, this is the god of light.

Of course, in this world like heaven, it should be called an angel.

And such a magnificent angel, one on the left and one on the right, exceeded the horizon, quietly watching them, giving a sense of indescribable solemnity, grave, sacred, and historical.

Let alone them.

Even the well-informed people in the live broadcast room fell into complete silence at this moment.

Even across the screen, they could clearly feel the divinity and greatness of that giant of light, feeling that protection and light as if they were there in person.

Undoubtedly, if this doesn't count as an angel, they don't know what does.

And Saint Noah?

Many people's pupils suddenly widened.

Could it be that saint who ascended to heaven in the Great Flood generation? The ancestor of existing humanity in mythology?

No, they remember that the Heroic Spirit posture of that person wasn't like this.

Could it be the true Noah of the main world's causal line?

Or rather, is this the true body of the Heroic Spirit, not a projection like a Servant?

It must be said that this giant-postured Noah, compared to the Noah who appeared with a Crown-rank Spirit Foundation before, had a richer divinity and was more magnificent.

They were shocked to this point.

The people on the scene were even more suffocated, almost bowing in worship, yet between those two giants of light like Bodhisattvas lowering their eyebrows.

The bright mist gradually dispersed, and along the golden stairs, they saw a high platform.

Above the high platform, a magnificent ancient temple slowly emerged, stretching from before their eyes to the horizon.

It wasn't gorgeous, but it was imposing, solemn and sacred; the collapsed fragments and the mottled traces showed the stories that had happened here.

And in the center of the temple, which combined multiple styles like Greek and Persian (the Greek kind with only pillars and no walls).

On a giant stone, the holy sword was inserted, which everyone in all main worlds and even ten thousand worlds was now incomparably familiar with and longed for.

Excalibur!

The golden sword pavilion symbolizing the brilliance of humanity, the silver sword edge symbolizing the dreams of the stars and humanity, the blue of the gems spreading.

Merely witnessing it, people were in a trance, seeing humanity from the ignorant era of slash-and-burn agriculture, generations of heroes and people cutting through thorns to open a path forward, countless sacrifices and love and hate, countless glories and witherings...