Chapter 714: White‑Hot

Lei Ke Dun's words received no response from the God of Steam and Machinery; he didn't mind, and, as if talking to himself, continued:

"For you, the best case would be that I am held back by William Augustus I, while you seize the chance to unite the evil spirits of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Red Angel to swiftly defeat, even kill, the Hidden Sage."

"Unfortunately, my past was only a historical projection, and the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Lord of Storms were immediately sought after by the True Creator, leaving no chance to aid you."

"But now this situation is also fine for you; is this your alternative plan?"

"Because the Divine Realm is sealed, I cannot draw power from my true form to effectively suppress you. The other righteous and evil deities are either embroiled in chaos or not yet resurrected, making it hard for them to intervene in our conflict. Meanwhile, you, fully prepared, can, given enough time, gradually suppress me."

"But have you considered this: when all high‑ranking beings are restrained and cannot act, isn't it the perfect opportunity for those entities in the starry sky to erode the barrier and pollute this world?"

Lei Ke Dun's voice was not pure; it resembled fragmented, complex and twisted babble laced with contamination, echoing through the black mist and rising steam as streams of information, attempting to interfere with, even pollute, the opponent.

In the exceedingly chaotic reality, daylight was suddenly replaced by a dazzling starry sky, stars twinkling one after another, as if ripples were spreading across the heavens above.

On the invisible barrier beyond Earth, distorted, snarling transparent faces repeatedly emerged, pressed tightly against the barrier and forcefully squeezed downward, trying to widen the few existing cracks.

As time passed, invisible forces gradually crossed the Seven Gods Divine Realm's obstruction, seeped through the fissures, turning into specks of crimson, silver‑white, and dim light, then vanished into nothingness.

In reality, the massive changes in the starry sky were blocked by the deep night, orange‑red dusk, radiant golden sunlight, and stormy layers of dark clouds above, and few people witnessed them.

Those who noticed this scene and could grasp its meaning either were unwilling to intervene or powerless to do so.

In a basement somewhere in Beckland, a fortunate infant who had escaped the war with its family and, luckily, had stockpiled plenty of food and ice cream in the basement tightened the silvery silk wrapped around its body.

"This world is truly difficult; no one steps in to manage it, those guys get more and more reckless, even the one who claimed to act in the name of reason and wisdom has turned into a mob."

"If this continues, Beckland won't be suitable for an infant's life, and the world itself will be too dangerous and terrible even for a baby."

Muttering a few words softly, Will Angsetin tugged the silk, burying himself in it like a quail.

As Fusak and Feineibote's offensives grew fiercer, Leonard and his Red Glove Squad also joined Beckland's defensive line.

Having just relied on Parles' aid to repel a wave of enemy attack and not yet catching his breath, Leonard suddenly heard Parles' voice echo in his ear:

"If this war doesn't end soon, it will truly descend into chaos; I hope those lofty gods haven't lost their sanity."

Leonard froze for a moment, hesitated bewilderedly for two seconds, then tilted his head slightly and whispered, "What does that mean?"

"There are things you cannot comprehend; you only need to know that if this gods' chaotic war doesn't end quickly, the world will become increasingly chaotic and dangerous."

"One could say that the war reaching this stage is already unimaginable; perhaps deeper forces are driving it behind the scenes."

Parles' voice quickly faded, sinking into silence again.

Leonard called out to the old man several times without response; Fusak's troops attacked again, so he had to keep fighting.

On the other side of the Star Realm, several figures emerged in an illusory land shrouded simultaneously by night and dusk.

It was the Deep Dark Heaven belonging to the Night Goddess; its form became towering like a lofty mountain, with six arms sprouting from its sides like a humanoid demonic wolf.

It dragged a massive, pitch‑black, heavy scythe with two hands, cradled a crimson "Moon" with two hands, held a bird‑shaped golden ornament in one hand, left the other empty, and stood calmly amid a sea of flowers made of Moonflower and Night Fragrant Grass.

At this moment, two uninvited guests broke in, silently confronting it.

Amid the orange‑red dusk, a colossal, mountain‑sized silhouette stood out; its limbs were elongated and somewhat malformed, clad in tattered silver full‑body armor, with only its pupils revealing a ball of orange‑red light.

Its right hand dragged an exaggerated long sword as it paced forward, carving a deep, unhealable trench into the ground covered with Moonflower and Night Fragrant Grass.

With each step, the twilight light further eroded the night here.

On its other side, the blooming Moonflowers and Night Fragrant Grass suddenly swelled and proliferated wildly; in the blink of an eye they became a dense primeval jungle, its thick trees obscuring the "sky".

Within the jungle, a figure wrapped in deep‑green vines and adorned with various herbs and flowers stood out.

Its figure was likewise mountain‑sized, voluptuous, with a flowing emerald dress, cradling an illusory infant. As the War God descended together, the Earth Mother Goddess of the Deep Dark Heaven turned her head to glance at the giant that seemed fused with twilight, her eyes expressionless as she withdrew her gaze, and, alongside it, approached the Night Goddess, who had transformed into a humanoid demonic wolf dragging the pitch‑black giant scythe.

Accompanied by the arrival of dusk, the Twilight Giant hesitated not a moment; gripping the exaggerated long sword with both hands, it swung it forward violently, colliding with the heavy pitch‑black giant scythe, freezing mid‑air.

A deep‑brown wooden staff thrust from behind, piercing its heart and chest, frantically siphoning its life force as if to drag it back to the earth, back to nature.

Even a true god of Sequence 0 could not endure such life‑draining; the War God's body began to collapse from the inside out.

Having already mastered the uniqueness of the Death God, the Night Goddess delivered the final blow, thrusting the bird‑shaped golden ornament through a slit in its silver helmet into its head, granting it true death!

The Twilight Giant's body could not withstand the strike, disintegrating into clusters of orange‑red twilight light; some fragments broke away from the Night Goddess's Deep Dark Heaven and fell across reality.

The remaining parts were intercepted by the Night Goddess and the Earth Mother Goddess, becoming their spoils.

As the dusk receded swiftly, the Night Goddess tossed the crimson "Moon" she cradled in both hands to the Earth Mother Goddess.

The latter caught the "Red Moon," turned sideways to gaze at the illusory Star Realm above, and extended her right hand, still holding the "Red Moon," forward.

Suddenly, a silvery white moon emerged in the Star Realm, lowering spirituality and weakening connections, thereby reducing the outer gods' penetration and contamination of the barrier.

The Night Goddess turned her gaze toward reality, toward Beckland's palace.

Silently, the magnificent palace that had stood in Beckland for hundreds to thousands of years vanished, leaving only a massive sunken pit on the ground.

A swirl of dark‑red luminescence, as if unbound, shot straight upward, soaring with the deep night that had devoured dusk into the illusory Star Realm.

With the final return of the "Prince of Assassination Order" trait, Luo Sai Er was completely, truly resurrected!

The shadow that covered most of the Star Realm suddenly contracted, coalescing into a vague human silhouette, gradually becoming real from illusion, sharpening from blur.

In less than ten seconds, Luo Sai Er fully and truly appeared within the Star Realm.

He wore a dark‑red coat threaded with rusted gold, and a splendid crown set with red gems atop his head.

His chestnut‑colored, slightly wavy long hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, and two neatly groomed little sideburns were evident.

"Congratulations, at this moment, your emperor has returned!"

Luo Sai Er amplified his voice, reaching the ears of every living being on Earth.

After the second stage was completed, he finally set his eyes on the Divine Realm projected by the God of Steam and Machinery using the Civilization Scroll.

"In the end, it still falls to me to save the world."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, instantly covering an unknown distance, appearing directly outside the battlefield between Lei Ke Dun and the God of Steam and Machinery.

He raised his hand and lightly grasped forward; the already illusory Divine Realm projection instantly turned transparent, as if becoming a mirage, isolated in another world and unable to affect reality.

As the Divine Realm projection was concealed, countless black mists and white steam instantly seeped out from the Civilization Scroll, continuously leaking and spreading outward.

At the very center, Lei Ke Dun and the God of Steam and Machinery grew increasingly vague, as if, after overusing massive computational power and information, even maintaining themselves became difficult.

"My ally has already arrived, whereas your ally, it seems, cannot come."

Leikdun conveyed his words to "Steam" in the form of an information stream, forming sections of extremely polluted ravings.

While he attempted to pollute "Steam", clump after clump of blackness spread from around Luo Sai'er, continually twisting and disrupting the world's underlying rules, establishing a new order.

Under the order established by Luo Sai'er, the rules of reality were weakened, while the power of the mysterious side was amplified and enhanced.

The black mist derived from the "Mysterious" authority instantly boiled over, surpassing the continually rising white steam.

(End of chapter)