When the fragment of Gaia was shrouded in light.
The rainbow from the Present Realm slowly rose with the fragment and flew towards the huge world.
The solemn hall gradually regained its silence.
As the dust settled, the huge silhouettes that descended in the darkness disappeared again and disappeared into the darkness, returning to their respective depths.
For many rulers, perhaps this was just an occasional episode in the endless years, a game in the long struggle. It was enough to see the truth of the Present Realm, so there was no need to be entangled.
Even if there were some who were resentful and unwilling, under the gaze of the huge figure on the throne and the Withered King's half-smile, they did not dare to act rashly.
"It was indeed a good game. The Great Lord is very considerate."
The Withered King tossed the can of Happy Water in his hand that had been accidentally squeezed into a ball and laughed mockingly. "Gala, that guy, must be vomiting blood in regret right now. Haha, there is still such an exciting thing after he left … He did not make it in time at all! "
"There will always be a chance." The Great Lord replied indifferently.
"If you ask me, such an interesting thing should come more often. Just like the Hell Sports Competition in the Blessed Land, it is held once in a hundred years. It is definitely very interesting!"
The Withered King sighed regretfully and looked at the chess players in the Present Realm. "I did not expect that in just three games, you would bring so many surprises … I am looking forward to your future performance more and more!
To think that he would be able to fight against so many heroes during the end of an era. This was truly a thrilling experience! Haha, hahaha … "
He laughed loudly, and his footsteps were light as he passed through the palace, leaving just like that.
However, the moment he passed by Marcus, he stopped slightly and told him, "If one day, you are tired of that boring world, come and find me."
The King of Hell finally promised, "I can't guarantee anything else, but in my fallen kingdom and the countless hells, there will be endless fun!"
The old man in the wheelchair looked down and smiled, but did not say anything.
The Withered King did not care.
His figure disappeared into the endless darkness.
In the silent palace, there was only a pair of eyes in the dark clouds looking down.
After a long time, there was a sigh.
When the huge throne and the dignified figure standing in the abyss disappeared, the bronze-skinned muscular man once again appeared on the opposite side of the long table.
He did not hide his regret and disappointment.
When that pair of eyes filled with boundless lightning flashed back and forth, all the chess players present couldn't help but feel their hair stand on end. They felt as if their souls and bodies were rapidly peeling off, eroding, and turning into dust in the eyes of nothingness.
Only the unconscious old man in the wheelchair coughed and looked up. "Why is the Great Monarch so depressed?"
"Failure is shameful, so why can't I be melancholic?"
The Great Dark Monarch retorted, "Why can't I be sad when I'm about to part with my friends?"
While coughing, Marcus gasped for breath, before suddenly laughing: "Even if we are irreconcilable enemies, does Senior Monarch regard me as a friend?"
"It is precisely because we are equal opponents that we can become friends, isn't it?"
The Great Dark Monarch solemnly replied, "With your strength, you have won three times against the Abyss. They reversed the huge gap between us, protected your world, continued your glory, and defended your achievements.
Such an accomplishment would be shocking even in the most boundless of hells.
The Present Realm is really amazing! "
He said: "Marcus, you have once again created a miracle."
The old man nodded, looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Should I be proud of this?"
"Of course!"
The Great Dark Monarch responded decisively, "This is what you deserve."
"No."
Marcus shook his head.
He did not smile.
He just looked at the King of Hell behind the long table. There was no change in the expression on his aged face, as if he had never felt any pride or complacency about this achievement.
"What does this have to do with me, Great Dark Monarch?"
Marcus asked doubtfully: "That is the labor of my hands and feet and the perseverance of my bones. My muscles paid the price, my blood flowed and sacrificed, while I only had my lips and tongue.
Now that victory has arrived, only my noisy lips and tongue can be praised? "
The Great Dark Monarch did not speak.
He seemed to be stunned.
"Great Dark Monarch, from the beginning to the end, you have not favored me, but the world I represent."
Marcus said: "From the beginning to the present, your enemy is not only me, but everyone behind me, all my companions.
They sacrificed everything so that I could stand here, so that I could take their place and say what they wanted to say … But a useless person like me who only had a mouth and nothing else, relied on this insignificant strength to stay far away from the battlefield. I could only watch as they disappeared into the abyss one by one, calling out in vain, unable to do anything.
I did not even have the chance to fight side by side with them. "
Just like in the past.
Just like when the Kingdom of Heaven fell.
Those who sacrificed themselves, those who died in his place, those friends who did not hesitate to give up everything in order to protect him … … Each one of them had far more value than he did.
Each one of them should have been able to create a great cause that he could not touch in his lifetime!
But because of his burden, they were buried in the past.
Just thinking about their faces made Marcus feel like his heart was about to … break!
In this brief silence, the old man leaned on his wheelchair, gasping for breath, supporting his face with difficulty, staring at his opponent.
"Now, the victory they deserve has finally arrived, Great Dark Monarch — —"
Marcus seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "How can I be proud of this?"
The Great Dark Monarch did not answer.
He just looked at him.
Looking at the soul of the dead who wandered in a painful dream for seventy years, it was like looking at a fool.
He sighed helplessly.
But he could not help but … … want to laugh!
"Because they're standing right behind you, Marcus."
The Great Dark Monarch sighed: "Why don't you look back, idiot!"
At that moment, the old man in the wheelchair froze in place.
Unbelievable.
He turned his neck with difficulty and looked behind him.
The moment the Great Dark Monarch stretched out his finger, in the empty darkness, a distant wind blew, like waves in the ocean.
A tide emerged.
Endless phantoms stood there, like a tide sweeping over from the passing of time, converging into an ocean!
They stood in the darkness with a smile.
Quietly gazing at all of this.
They placed their last thoughts and hopes on the shoulders of their best friend!
However, the scale of that was so enormous was simply too astonishing.
Even if it appeared for a fleeting moment, it was as if it wanted to completely envelop the entire hell, stretching to the end of the thunderclouds.
"What you represent is everything they have. What you have achieved is the result of their sacrifice. You are their true incarnation!"
"Be proud of it, Marcus."
The Great Dark Monarch told him: "As I said, this is what you deserve."
In a brief silence, Marcus stared at their gradually disappearing figures. Tears were already streaming down his face, but his smile was so proud and satisfied.
"Of course!"
.
.
When they came, the etiquette was thorough, as if there was an abyss opening the way, and countless large groups of escorts went straight to the deepest part of hell. When he returned, there was no longer any grandeur, nor was there any ceremony.
But it was more grand than any ceremony.
This was because the only one accompanying him was the Thunder Grand Monarch.
Thus, standing on the border between hell and the present, he lowered his head and looked at the old man in the wheelchair. "It seems that this is the end."
The old man solemnly nodded in thanks. "Then, this one will return."
"Time is always so short. The first time I met you, it seems like yesterday."
The Great Dark Monarch sighed: "This parting, I am afraid it will be the last time, right?"
"Yes."
Marcus nodded his head and smiled helplessly: "This old body can no longer be used. If not for the medicine, I am afraid I would not even have the strength to speak, how would I have the strength to fight against the Great Dark Monarch? "
"What a pity, Marcus, what a pity."
The Great Dark Monarch shook his head and gave him a final look, offering his condolences: "Farewell, my enemy."
"No, it is goodbye."
Marcus shook his head and corrected seriously, telling his opponent: "Perhaps I will die in a sorry state, unable to continue my duties, but in the future, someone will take over this responsibility, Great Dark Monarch.
Someone will stand in front of you in my place. "
In this brief silence, the Great Dark Monarch looked at him silently, looking at that pair of eyes full of brilliance.
It was as if he could glimpse that gorgeous and magnificent soul.
He smiled and nodded.
"I will look forward to it, Marcus." He was full of expectation, and finally said goodbye: "When that day comes, let us be enemies again!"
In this way, in the midst of the thunder, he disappeared from hell.
Marcus stared in the direction of his departure for a long time, and then looked at the world on the other side of the border.
"Let's go."
He said, "Let's go home."
The wheelchair was pushed again.
They crossed the border, passed the checkpoint, passed the inspection, and returned to the huge world surging with endless light.
Gradually, the pair of turbid eyes were once again illuminated by the light that had protected them for a lifetime.
"This world is so beautiful."
Marcus looked at the spectacular scene in a trance, greedily staring at every detail, as if he could not see enough.
He sighed in satisfaction.
He closed his eyes.
"Mr. Marcus?"
Behind him, Isaac noticed something unusual, and gently patted him on the shoulder: "Mr. Marcus …"
Marcus did not speak.
Only silence came.
Isaac reached out, wanting to touch his face, but he did not dare, as if he was afraid to wake him up from this beautiful dream. After a long time, he finally understood what had happened, and hoarsely shouted his name, calling.
Regardless of the splitting pain in his soul, he forcibly reached out, trying to grasp the time axis again, and call back the lost time.
But Nakajima stopped in front of him and shook his head.
Isaac looked at him, pleading with his eyes. Nakajima avoided his gaze, unable to do anything.
In this silence, there was a vague choking sound.
The old man in the wheelchair had already stopped breathing.
Only the light of the morning sun illuminated the smile on his mouth.
So satisfied.
Everyone, I am back …
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