Following Rachel's death, Garland's breathing ceased as well.
However, within the seal, there was an uncontrollable surge of heat. When Garland's heart stopped beating, a thunderous roar burst forth from his decaying body.
Blood flowed out from his mouth and nose silently, but it was not cold. Instead, it was far hotter than before. Just a drop of blood was enough to scorch the ground, igniting steel, rocks, and even the Source Substance flowing in the seal!
The shackles that bound Garland's body turned into fuel at this moment. They were engulfed by the terrifying heat and were pulled into the emaciated body.
The simulated Spirits rapidly disintegrated and merged into the flames and high temperature, causing the blood that was comparable to lava to become even hotter.
Just a little blood leaked out, and a huge source of heat appeared out of thin air above the ruins.
This was … the Great Grandmaster's blood fever!
No, even if it was blood fever, it was just a symptom.
At this moment, on Garland's body, countless alchemy arrays that resembled complicated circuits appeared continuously. They intersected, overlapped, and converged into a mysterious structure that was as vast and profound as the stars.
This was definitely not a normal phenomenon.
No, even a Great Grandmaster could not be like this!
The qualitative change of the blood was secondary. Before that, the internal organs had to be completely transformed. The nervous system had to be extracted, mutated, and then implanted again. No matter how high the efficiency was, the surgery on the bones had to be divided into five stages. Each stage was painful and torturous enough to cause any soul to fall into hell. The final result was such a tragic scene.
Now, following the preset plan of the past, the final process had begun.
He had turned his body into a genuine alchemy furnace!
"Garland!!!"
Hades angrily questioned, "What the hell are you doing!!"
"Doing what I should do."
As the Source Substance surged, a hoarse voice appeared in Hades' consciousness.
Doing what an alchemist should do.
This was the last alchemy of the Great Grandmaster's life. He had completely refined the miracle that had been accumulated in his body through countless alchemy in his life.
At this moment, Garland's head finally drooped powerlessly. The last light in his dim eyes faded.
"Perhaps, this is the price I have to pay …"
Offering his soul and everything.
After a hundred years, this gift of fate would be repaid in the form of life!
At that moment, the sound of the furnace cracking could be heard.
The glow of burning souls emerged from the shattered face, blooming with a dazzling brilliance.
It was a miraculous crystallization created by the accumulation of a lifetime and the offering of one's soul to fate!
It was not a strange Divine Mark, nor was it a terrible authority. It was just a pure Divine Mark.
The Grand Master had exchanged his soul for the Sacred Mark, which belonged to Garland alone!
Even if he could only exist for a short moment, at that moment, he was the incarnation of a miracle, a living Sacred Mark!
At this moment, as the furnace shattered, a large amount of boiling hot blood spread out, while the dazzling Stigmata rose from Garland's body and spread its huge wings!
In an instant, he passed through all obstacles.
Regardless of whether it was the seal on Helios, the shackles that Hedi had schemed to create, or even the suppression of the gods, all of them were like a breeze in front of it, not worth mentioning.
It was a power that could go against the gods, betray fate, and break free from the earth.
This was the result of the Grand Master Garland's life's symbol and pursuit, a killing move created to target Publius!
"I am the Chaser of the Light!
"I am Ikaros!"
The moment Garland soared into the sky, a mighty voice reverberated in the sky, ringing in everyone's ears.
"O gods, I am here to return this lowly life —"
Following the solemn declaration, the soaring Ikaros laughed loudly, spread his arms, and pounced towards the solemn domain where the gods were.
"Today, I shall embrace the glory of the scorching sun!"
This was an unstoppable determination. Even the gods could not stop the light of burning souls.
At this moment, Ikaros smiled.
After so many years of rebellion, as Garland, he had finally returned to the right track of Publius. He followed the destiny that he was destined to when he was born, spread his arms, and began a never-ending climb towards the gods.
Even if the glory of the gods would burn him to ashes, he would not hesitate!
"So what if I'm close!"
On the throne, Publius roared. He reached out and grabbed the Sacred Mark that was close to him, unable to control his anger.
This was the anger of being betrayed by a close friend!
"Can't you share this joy with me?!" he rebuked. "Aren't you the one who understands me the most in the entire world?!
Do you really have to stop me, [Publius]?!!! "
"Now that things have come to this …"
Ikaros could not help but laugh.
For so many years, they had each played the role of the other, but in the end, they realized that they could no longer tell which soul belonged to them.
Who was Publius, and who was Garland?
There's no difference, my friend.
But there will be a result. This duel will be passed down to the future generations, and will be judged by history.
Garland will be the righteous one.
Publius will be the one whose scheme was thwarted.
Be it glory or sin, we shall share it together.
Perhaps, since the day the two of them exchanged their fates so long ago, this kind of future and this kind of result had already been decided.
"Because I am the price you have to pay."
Ikaros reached out with great difficulty, trying to touch the god's face. "Just like you are the price I have to pay."
But in the end, he could not cross this distance.
His arm had already been burned to ashes by the light of the god.
An uncontrollable collapse spread from the innermost part of the miracle.
After exhausting all of his efforts, he finally arrived in front of the god, but he could not even make the most basic counterattack.
His final death was imminent.
But unexpectedly, he did not feel afraid, nor did he feel uneasy.
He was just expressing his gratitude to this fate from the bottom of his heart.
"Everything is a part of fate, isn't it? My friend … "
He closed his eyes.
"Please, mourn for me!"
In that instant, Ikaros completely disappeared without a trace.
Publius was stunned where he stood.
He stared blankly at the final radiance in his hand. It was hard to tell whether that solemn and handsome face was filled with mockery or sorrow. It was as if he was in disbelief.
However, right after that, a cracking sound could be heard from his body.
He fell into a daze.
His noble body of a god had actually received a wound!
No, it was as if his foundation had been severely damaged. He stared blankly at his hands, only to see the cracks spreading continuously until they covered his entire body.
Under his body, the radiance of the sun appeared and quickly flowed out.
His divinity was rapidly draining away.
"Garland!!!"
Publius finally realized what was going on and let out a roar of rage.
This was the final counterattack of the Grandmaster Garland against his former best friend.
He did not need to damage Publius's body, nor did he need to interfere with his soul. All he needed to do was arrive in front of him.
When Publius succeeded and finally ascended to the throne of a god …
When he was at his strongest, he arrived in front of him.
Then, he sincerely offered his prayers to the god who had already passed away, the goddess of witchcraft, the fork in the road, and the moonlight, Hecate, who had controlled their fates.
He fully expressed his feelings of repentance.
He prayed for the understanding of the god who no longer existed, and … used his authority as a participant.
From the [Eleusis's Secret Ritual], where he had exchanged fates twice, he removed the ritual in which he had been the recipient.
And so, in that instant, the gains and losses were reversed once again.
The fates of both sides were once again changed — half of Garland's fate was returned to Publius, and the other half of Publius' fate was returned to Garland.
But now, the fates of both sides were completely different.
Even if half of Garland's death was still death, the other half of a god was still a god.
When Garland completely passed away, the half of the power of a god that he had obtained was handed over to the 'successor' he had arranged, as he had prepared from the very beginning.
And so, accompanied by Publius' miserable roar, a brilliant flame appeared in his cracked body, and a half-broken sun flew out from it, flying into the distance.
It flew toward the young man who had just crawled up from the ground and did not understand what was going on, a confused look on his face.
Above his head, the projection of a contract appeared.
It was Huai Shi, who had signed a contract with Garland and inherited all of his authority in Helios.
In a daze, Huai Shi seemed to see the deceased grandmaster once again.
From the surging illusory light, the old man holding the cane appeared once again. He nodded slightly at Huai Shi, turned around, and left.
I'll leave the rest to you.
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"Ah, leave it to me!"
He spread his arms, waiting for the sun formed by the surging light to swallow him.
But right after that, the stream of light that was flying towards Huai Shi split into two. Like an undercurrent crashing into a reef, the stream of light circled around his existence before converging behind him and flying off into the distance.
Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, dumbfounded.
What was going on?
What the hell?
Wasn't this the CG segment where he inherited the power of the old man and fought the boss?
Why was it different from what he had expected?
At this moment, the power of a god surged and passed through Huai Shi, ignoring his attempts to stop it. It passed through the Ultimate three times but did not enter, heading straight for the Village of Dusk.
When Huai Shi turned around, he saw the young man standing on the top of the Eternal Core.
It was so familiar.
His expression was calm and indifferent. He lowered his head and smoked a cigar, smiling as if he was talking to someone.
It was the inheritor of the American noble blood who had disappeared since he boarded the ship.
Izhector!
At this moment, the moment the broken sun flew over.
He smiled and half-knelt on the ground, welcoming the power of a god that was about to descend.
Then, the door of the Eternal Core opened with a bang.
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