The chaotic battle soon came to an end amidst the chaos.
The blood-stained Twilight Village was filled with cracks. Thick black smoke rose from the destroyed facilities. The melted production equipment turned into red-hot molten iron that flowed freely.
It was even closer to the original appearance of hell.
Huai Shi heard a cracking sound coming from the surging sea of hatred.
The transmission of Origin Form that he maintained with all his strength was interrupted for a moment. Then, he lost his target.
He froze in place.
Only the mournful cries of the Kunpeng could be heard.
In the sky, a large group of leaders who were swept by the sun's high-temperature rays let out their final song. They withered from the sea of hatred and fell.
Along with their master.
A rain of blood poured down.
In the cracks of the earth, Ying Fangzhou opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the scythe that had pierced through his chest.
There was still the last enemy.
Gala the Solidifier!
After a fierce and cruel battle, all his wings were broken, and he lost an arm and most of his internal organs …
Even after suffering such heavy injuries, the follower of the Withered King still did not die.
"How many times has it been, Ying Fangzhou? The fifth time? Or the sixth time? "
Gala laughed hoarsely. He raised his foot and stepped on Ying Fangzhou's chest. He stepped on the scythe and did not allow Ying Fangzhou to break free. His broken eye was filled with ferocity and joy.
The victory and glory that he had not obtained from the several battles that his enemy had been alive had come to him after his enemy's death!
Yun Zhongjun raised his broken hand again, but he could no longer touch the enemy that was close at hand.
"This time, I've won!"
"… Is that so?"
The corners of Ying Fangzhou's mouth curled up with difficulty. He looked at Gala as if he was looking at a fool. His lips slowly opened and closed, and he said, "But I haven't lost yet …"
When Gala was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed.
There was a mournful howl burst forth.
It fell from the sky!
In the rain of blood, there was a brilliant flash of lightning falling from the dissipating clouds. It followed the call of its master and burst forth with the final sound of thunder.
The outline of the Lost Water Spear emerged from the lightning. In an instant, it pierced through Gala's head and tore his smile. It pierced through him and his master and nailed them to the ground.
The broken hand held the spear tightly.
Lightning shot out!
Along with a resounding shattering sound, countless crystal fragments flowed out of Gara's blood. Asmodeus' final strength was completely defeated.
This was the final blow that would determine the outcome of the battle!
Gala's smile froze, and countless cracks appeared on his body. He quickly turned into broken gold that lost its luster and fell apart.
The remaining blood fell on Ying Fangzhou's face, lighting up his dim eyes.
"What a pity. It seems that I've won this time around."
"It's not … over yet …"
As the carrier collapsed, Gala struggled to speak. "I will wait in hell … no matter how long it takes … Ying Fangzhou, our banquet has just begun …"
"One day … we will … again …"
"There won't be a next time, Gala."
Ying Fangzhou interrupted his words. The final thunderbolt tore apart his remaining carrier. "Your enemy will no longer be me …"
The face of the one who had solidified was stunned. Then, it turned into metal dust and dissipated. It returned to the kingdom of the King of Wither and once again fell into a long slumber.
Ying Fangzhou coldly retracted his gaze and no longer looked.
Until he heard footsteps not far away and stopped beside him. It was Huai Shi.
He had dawdled for too long.
"When did you come?" Ying Fangzhou asked.
Huai Shi thought for a moment and said seriously, "Just now."
"Another lie."
Ying Fangzhou sneered disdainfully and did not give him any face.
Huai Shi wasn't embarrassed at all. She just smiled and sat down beside him. "At least I got to witness a hearty battle and record Senior's heroic bearing, right?"
Meaningless flattery and flattery.
Were the younger generation of the current generation really reliable?
Ying Fangzhou sighed. "Did you see what I taught you clearly?"
Huai Shi scratched his head and shrugged helplessly. "To be honest, I forgot as I watched. I've almost forgotten everything. Why don't we do it again next time? Why don't you try again? "
Ying Fangzhou seemed to sneer and did not answer him.
Although he was a little slippery, he was smart. At least he did not have to worry that he would be like him and not turn back.
Perhaps he did not have to worry too much.
But it was still too outrageous.
This was what it meant by getting worse with each generation, right?
He sighed silently, not knowing whether to be angry or laugh.
In this silence, Ying Fangzhou quietly looked at the sky, the darkness of the universe that looked like hell. For a long, long time.
"Kid, is the Republic … still there?"
"Of course."
The young man nodded, as if he did not understand why the senior would ask such a question. He was a little confused. "It's been so many years. Everyone has spread their branches and leaves in the present realm, flourishing and thriving. It's great. Why are you asking this?"
Again, a lie … to deceive a child?
But even though he knew it was a lie, Ying Fangzhou could not help but feel a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart. It was as if dawn had finally arrived after a long wait.
It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Don't admit defeat, Huai Shi," he whispered softly.
He murmured softly as he gripped the hand of his successor tightly. "Don't be like me …"
"But there's nothing I can do if I don't admit defeat."
Huai Shi was helpless. He turned around and looked at the huge sun in the distance. "The enemy is something of that level. Senior, no matter how you think about it, you can't beat it, right?"
Then think of a way yourself.
Be more mature and don't always rely on others to solve it.
Are you a kindergarten child if you need guidance on everything?
Ying Fangzhou wanted to scold him, but he could not help but want to laugh. Thinking about it carefully, such words … I don't think I've said it to them even once.
But after saying it, I feel very relaxed.
Isn't it good to be irresponsible occasionally?
So, this time, I'll leave it to you guys to do whatever you want …
"Do your best, Huai Shi," he said.
He said, "This is already your job."
"Alright, then I'll work harder."
Huai Shi nodded, held his weak hand tightly, and promised seriously, "Can you rest assured now?"
Ying Fangzhou did not answer.
It was as if he did not hear it.
He just quietly looked at the stars in the universe, bathed in the light of thousands of years ago, as if he was being embraced by those ancient memories.
Thus, he once again saw those young and tender faces.
Those frivolous and undisciplined smiling faces, those little guys who were always pestering him, chattering, asking all kinds of questions, and annoying …
Unknowingly, they seemed to have grown up and surpassed him. They spread their wings, abandoned him, a stubborn old man, and went to the place called the future.
He wanted to follow them, but it was too far away. He could not catch up.
After walking such a long way, were they really well prepared?
Would it rain?
Would they feel afraid when it was dark?
If one day they could not see the front, would they feel … lonely like him?
"Tsk, they all look unreliable." Ying Fangzhou smiled helplessly. "It's really … worrying …"
Thus, the man murmured sorrowfully. He smiled in relief and closed his eyes in happiness.
He said goodbye to the world that no longer needed him.
Goodbye, everyone.
Just like that, the phantom of Yun Zhongjun dissipated in the void and was never seen again.
Only Huai Shi's palm was still hanging in the air.
He stared blankly in the direction of the old man's departure.
He subconsciously reached out and wanted to catch him, but he could not find any trace of him.
Only the heavy baton was put in his hand.
The brilliance of Dead Water reappeared on the steel.
This time, there was no restless thunder, nor was there the violence of the past. Only the quiet and distant sound of the tide came to his ears.
It was so distant.
His final grudge disappeared without a trace.
The rolling Yangtze River flowed eastward, and the waves washed away the heroes.
Times would change, heroes would pass away, and mountains and rivers would change. But even if all the old things were abandoned, the passing water of this legacy would not be exhausted.
So, the future was promising.
"But the future is too heavy, isn't it?"
Huai Shi stared at the broken spear of Dead Water in his hand and could not help but sigh. "Senior, you trust me so much. What if I lose face? That's not good."
No one answered.
Only the friendly giant dog next to him tilted its head and looked at him. It yawned and licked its sharp claws. Sparks burst out. He did not know why this guy was still dawdling.
It was a little impatient, a little sad, and a little angry, so it wanted to fight.
As long as it could be solved by fighting, it would not be a problem for it.
If it could not be solved, it would fight two more times.
If it still could not beat it, it would find a place to have a meal and continue fighting.
Simple and straightforward thinking was always so refreshing and enlightening.
However …
When Huai Shi looked around, he found that in the vast Twilight Village, he seemed to be the only one who dared to walk out at this moment.
There was also a dog.
And half of the ghost skull floating in the water tank. It was still blabbering … He really did not know when it would get better.
Huai Shi missed it a little.
"So, in the end, only a few of us are left?"
Huai Shi looked at the tower of Pubrus in the distance and felt bald again. "It's really difficult, but we still have to do it, right?"
He carefully put the water tank containing the skull back on the Eternal Frost Furnace and kept it in the safest place in Helios. He closed the door for it with force.
"Then, sorry for the long wait."
Huai Shi turned around and looked outside the Twilight Village. Behind the broken wall, there was a figure leaning on the ruins.
Hercules.
"You're welcome," his opponent replied calmly.
That opponent replied calmly, "Stalling for time is actually more advantageous to me."
It was completely different from how it used to be.
With the blessing of the miracle engravings, it had regained its former state of victory!
At this moment, the ancient hero was wearing solemn armor with a robe inside. He carried a heavy shield and a longbow on his back, a short sword and a long sword at his waist, and a golden fur cloak around his shoulders.
The short sword given by Hermes, the longbow given by Apollo, the robe given by Athena, the armor forged by Hephaestus, and even the arrows soaked in Hydra's blood. The belt of the Amazon Queen, the bronze jar with the head of Medusa, and the shield made of plaster, ivory, and gold and silver by the Vulcan.
Not to mention their master.
He had completed twelve great feats and stood at the top of the world as a demigod. He was the strongest warrior and the strongest hero in Greece. He was a terrifying opponent with no shortcomings and no flaws.
"You've become stronger." Huai Shi sighed. "You're so strong that I don't know where to start."
"We're the same, aren't we?"
Hercules held the hilt of his sword and looked at the opponent in front of him. "If I had met an enemy like you a thousand years ago, I would have been so excited that I would have gone crazy and wanted to kill you. It's a pity that I couldn't meet you in the past."
He paused for a moment, restraining his fighting spirit, and told him, "There won't be any helpers coming to support you, young warrior. He Di has already made arrangements for all the opponents, and they can't even take care of themselves now."
Huai Shi smiled. "And I have to face the strongest hero of Greece, right?"
"Not necessarily."
Hercules shook his head. "If you want to leave here, you still have time. Huai Shi, a young man like you shouldn't be killed by a phantom from the past like me. You still have a future."
He said solemnly, "A future that belongs to you."
"It's a pity, Hercules. The future you're talking about is not the same as what my predecessor expected. "
Huai Shi looked down at the Dead Water in his hand and told him seriously, "And, compared to the former, I prefer the latter —"
"Really, have you thought it through?"
There was admiration in Hercules' eyes. "Won't you have any regrets?"
"After all, I've already promised someone. I can't lose."
Huai Shi laughed. "Although it's difficult to win, if it's just 'don't give up,' at least I can try, right?"
"That's great. It reminds me of when I was on Argo, high-spirited," Hercules whispered.
Hercules murmured softly. He took off his shield, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and solemnly declared, "Then come, young warrior. Your enemy is the beloved of the gods, the hero who has made great achievements.
I am the son of Zeus, the Queen of Heaven, the Son of Hera, the Son of God! "
He smiled, full of ecstasy and murderous intent, and roared excitedly.
"My name is Hercules!"
"Celestial genealogy, Great Arbiter of Life, Huai Shi."
The young warrior picked up Dead Water. "Please enlighten me!"
As the phantom of a bull, a white horse, and a giant deer appeared behind him, the mighty crows let out a high-pitched caw.
Just like that, Great Arbiter of Life, who had returned to his prime, or even a level higher, challenged the demigod who once had an unparalleled achievement.
Thunder, burst out again!
Supreme and Holy Oath, despite having different names, were essentially the same. The talents that were above mortals collided at this moment.
After stepping into a new realm, Yu's Step and Greek's Hurricane Steps crossed a long distance, the collision between metal and metal set off a high-pitched caw again.
Sparks burst out.
This battle, which had been predestined since the first time they met, had begun once again!
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