Chapter 87: So it was you..., and the liberation of blood and fire

So it was you..., and the liberation of blood and fire

The feeling Su Yi Da gave off was very strange, so strange that he didn't seem like the same person at all.

Yet clearly, this person's voice, appearance, and mannerisms were very similar to the Su Yi Da seen before.

Could it be that some existence in the void had occupied Su Yi Da's body and replaced his consciousness?

Or perhaps...

What did he just say?

That he and Cheng Shi led us out of the trial?

Out? Trial?

The trial hasn't ended yet, so how can one talk of getting out?

Zhao Qian suddenly froze, but immediately after, an absurd thought rose in his mind.

His eyes widened further, and his expression became even more shocked.

"Looks like you've guessed it?"

"Impossible, it is a consensus and a rule that the power of 【Memory】 does not retroactively affect past trials. Impossible, you cannot be..."

"There is nothing impossible; all the impossibilities in the world are merely because you are not strong enough."

Perhaps because killing Cheng Shi had put him in a good mood, Su Yi Da's willingness to talk had clearly improved quite a bit.

He smiled and reached out his hand, a strand of the power of 【Memory】 appearing in his palm, flowing and coiling, mysteriously captivating.

"My Former Self in Memory.

You have likely never heard of this talent; of course, it hasn't been put into the pool by 【Memory】 yet.

This is one of the few God-level talents; it can allow you to return to the past and find yourself."

Zhao Qian's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"You... you really are..."

"Alright, the pleasant sharing time ends here. Since you've guessed my identity, please do me the favor of keeping it a secret."

After speaking, Su Yi Da reached out his hand again and pinched Zhao Qian's neck.

At this moment, Zhao Qian, whose heartstrings had been tightly wound, suddenly felt relieved. A bitterness of shattered hope appeared on his face, along with a smile of final liberation.

"Looks like you've figured it out. Not bad, my subordinates have one less vengeful ghost."

Zhao Qian's face turned the color of pig liver, his veins bulging. Struggling to tilt his neck back, he spat out saliva and asked his final question with slurred speech.

"If... you come from... the future... can you... tell me... does the future... world... still have hope..."

Su Yi Da was stunned for a moment, seemingly thinking he had misheard.

This hawk-eyed scout named Zhao Qian was actually asking him if the future world had hope at the very last moment of his death.

Ha.

What hope?

The hope of becoming a god, or... the hope of the world returning to before the 【Gods】 descended?

Does it have any meaning?

Idiot.

Su Yi Da sneered: "Nonsensical."

But immediately after, he let go of his hand.

His expression suddenly turned strange. Looking at Zhao Qian, who was gasping for air, he nodded meaningfully and said:

"So that's how it is. So you are one of them."

Zhao Qian's gasping movement suddenly stalled. He tensed his muscles and kept his head down without responding.

"No need to hide it, great Fire-Keeper. I know of your existence, just as I know of Cheng Shi."

Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Yi Da. The eyes that had just been filled with despair were now burning with endless hatred and enmity.

Having the existence of the Fire-Keepers known by an outsider would be the most fatal blow to the Fire-Keepers!

And this kind of thing had already happened once!

He could not allow it to happen a second time to himself.

"Angry? Rest assured, I won't be like some people and reveal your existence to Them.

You are indeed worthy of respect, and I am not a heartless person.

However...

Judging by your move of using this 【Truth】 believer to test your fate, you seem to be a...

City-Builder?"

Su Yi Da examined Zhao Qian with great interest and rubbed his chin.

"Borrowing greatness from the gods, striving to build a new nation.

Heh, what a heart-stirring slogan.

Who could have thought that the people behind shouting this passionate slogan were another group of cold-blooded lunatics.

Even when saving the world, you can't let go of that elite rhetoric.

City-Builder, hmph.

It's a pity your God-Making Project almost miscarried.

Oh right, I forgot, at this time the God-Making Project probably doesn't exist yet; it might still be in its infancy and hasn't been launched.

Knowing so many things about the future from my mouth, do you find it interesting, Mr. City-Builder?"

Zhao Qian held his breath and didn't say a word.

At this moment, he was both receiving shocking future information and silently thinking about where his own ending should lead.

God-Making Project!

This sounded like a wonderful plan. Everyone was finally moving toward that step, and for the sake of a new nation, for the sake of new hope, they launched the final challenge against that group of 【Gods】 on the throne!

It's a pity that he probably wouldn't be able to participate in this great feat.

Even if Su Yi Da temporarily held back, his attitude was clear; he couldn't let himself, who knew so many future secrets, continue to live.

Thus, Zhao Qian, having digested the shock in his heart, spoke in a low voice:

"Having said so much to me, what do you want to do? Just say it directly."

"Smart.

I like dealing with straightforward people.

I admire you all; even the Builders, who are so often maligned, I still admire.

To be honest, I need a corpse, but for some reasons, I cannot kill you.

So...

I ask Mr. City-Builder to please commit suicide.

Satisfy a little need of mine."

Zhao Qian thought he had misheard and smiled sarcastically.

"Is there any point in teasing me at this time?"

"This is not a joke, Zhao... oh right, Zhao Qian.

Looks like you don't quite believe me. Never mind, since that's the case, I'll give you a reason to die."

A brilliant smile bloomed on Su Yi Da's face as he stared into Zhao Qian's angry and unwilling eyes, saying word by word:

"Don't be angry. Perhaps after knowing these things, not only will you be willing to die, but you will also deeply thank me..."

Whispering secrets drifted in the void. Although the sound was like a mosquito's hum, every word was like a giant hammer wrapped in thunder, crashing down on Zhao Qian's soul.

"..."

"..."

He listened silently to all of this, then closed his eyes with a smile.

"Borrowing greatness from the gods, striving to build a new nation!

For the continuation of humanity!

For the sake of a new nation!

Goodbye, this world!"

The flames of 【War】 ignited in the eyes of the 【War】 believer, but in his eyes, the light of hope rose high, far more intense than the flames.

Flowing white flames mingled with tears as they surged out of his eye sockets, flowing toward his body, gradually swallowing everything.

The blood of 【War】 flowed in trickles, extinguishing the unyielding spark at the final moment, completing a liberation of blood and fire on the spot.

Su Yi Da looked at Zhao Qian, who had burned himself to ashes, and bowed with a complex expression.

"Respect to the greatest Fire-Keepers."

He dragged the corpse away, his expression returning to indifference, and stepped into the void rift again without any lingering attachment. ===== CHAPTER 88 =====