Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 641

Chapter 641: Chapter 639: Facing the Setting Sun Chapter 641: Chapter 639: Facing the Setting Sun The invading “sun” slowly descended–it couldn't compare with the real sun, yet it still looked like a small mountain, radiating a terrifying power.

It hovered closely above the ground, looking as if it had almost completely “landed” on the surface. Flames burst from its edges, licking the ground, and under its illumination, the sand and stones gradually melted into flowing magma. The air twisted in the heat, and currents of hot air arose above the rivers of magma. Large and small stones, as if disturbed by an invisible force, began to float around the “Scions of the Sun,” turning into fiery satellites orbiting it.

This massive “Fallen Sun” watched the almost dust-sized mortal with its numerous cold eyes and repeated that succinct command–
“Kneel.”

It was a pressure completely different from ordinary transcendent beings or heretical individuals, a power emanating from an ancient god–this malformed fireball was a true scion of the Black Sun, and its words alone were worth millions of curses and secret techniques.

Fenna felt her body almost bursting into flames, as if burning lava flowed within her, and even the air she exhaled became part of the flames.

But she just silently looked down at the brilliantly glowing orb in her hand.

Moments later, she carefully secured it close to her body, then silently turned around and walked toward the huge staff deeply embedded in the sand dune–she reached out with her left hand, and bit by bit, she pulled it out, then hoisted it onto her shoulder.

The giant's staff was too large for a mortal, even for Fenna; holding it looked more like carrying a large tree than wielding a weapon.

But she didn't care; this heavy “weapon” was just right for her.

She turned around, her right hand tightly holding the longsword forged from ice, her left gripping the staff on her shoulder, calmly staring at that “sun” that had descended upon the earth.

“You have refused,” the Scions of the Sun issued a series of noise-like screams and tremors, and its thoughts pierced directly into Fenna's mind, “but you must surrender the star.”

The desert's wind grew stronger, endless gusts that seemed to lift the whole desert swirled within this last gap between two worlds. From afar, the sand and dust rose in the wind, looking like an earthy yellow towering wall slowly moving toward her.

Fenna raised her head in the wind, glanced at the other world in the sky that had stopped falling, and calmly asked, “Are you interfering with this… 'collision'?”

“You are trying to call upon distant powers–but no one can help you,” the “sun” on the ground again emitted a screech and tremor, “I have severed the connection between the two worlds, now you are trapped in this desert, no one can hear you, neither the Usurper of Flame nor the Queen of Leviathan can, resistance is futile… Hand it over, and I will let you leave.”

Fenna did not respond to the progeny of the ancient god; she simply narrowed her eyes in the increasingly fierce wind.

Indeed, she couldn't contact the outside anymore, couldn't reach the captain, nor the Storm Goddess–although the gentle sound of waves was still resonating in her ears, and the marks left by the Spiritual Fire were still burning within her, she could no longer hear their “source.”

The force from the collision of the two worlds had been channeled into a barrier, turning this desert into a sealed prison, driven by this thing before her… this blasphemy.

The wind began to gather, the wall of yellow sand rising from afar being carried by the wind, grinding closer bit by bit, forming a tremendous storm. In the accumulating power, countless sand particles churned within the wall like waves, surging.

Fenna took a shallow breath, ashy substances dissipating in the air with her exhalation.

She watched the Scions of the Sun in the distance, her eyes reflecting the illusions of storm and fire.

She set the huge staff down from her shoulder, then took steps forward calmly, walking toward that blasphemous sun–dragging the staff and longsword along the ground, carving long trenches, which seemed like symbols etched into the land.

If the giant were here, he might have inscribed such words–
After doomsday, the traveler charged at the invading sun.

But the giant was no longer there, the history of this world had ended–the wind erased the long trenches left behind by Fenna, and the rising dust closed like a curtain behind her.

Her steps quickened, turning into an unstoppable charge.

Would the Scions of the Sun be shocked? Perhaps in all its understanding, the option “a mortal charging at a scion of an ancient god” had never appeared–but would a being like it possess human emotions?

Fenna was curious about this but had no way of knowing the answer; she knew only that the proud “sun” finally reacted.

Layers of heat waves intertwined on the surface of the sun, forming a honeycomb-like light-forged coating; flames brewed in the air, deadly sunlight attempting to kill her on her charge.

However, the sandstorm coming from the edge of the earth was gradually converging beside her, forming a barrier temporarily shielding her from the sunlight.

Fenna ran with all her might, slowly raising the longsword and staff in her hands as she breathed through the fiery heat waves, each breath dispersing ashes in the air.

She felt as though she was riding the waves.

A voice seemed to echo at the bottom of her heart, she couldn't distinguish whether it was her own voice or that of the Storm Goddess or the captain, she only knew that this voice was telling her–
The desert too is a sea.

She was determined to stir up a storm in this vast ocean.

For she was a saint of the storm.

In the wild winds, walls of yellow sand converged, and Fenna's figure disappeared in the grand sandstorm, seemingly devoured by the sands in the blink of an eye, yet fused with the raging winds.

Between the two colliding lands, there remained only a desert storm nearly connecting two worlds, thousands of meters high, roaring forward with the might to shake the earth.

In the massive storm, a sharp arrow soared high; after a second's pause, it plummeted towards the invading “Scions of the Sun.”

Today, she would try to extinguish a sun.

An impact fierce enough to tear the entire land asunder burst forth instantaneously.

Across the desert, the massive storm condensed into a sharp arrow and crashed directly into the “sun,” which constructed a splendid coronet at the instant before the crash–exploding astonishingly upon impact, followed by a destructive spew of matter.

The entire desert seemed ignited by this explosion, a terrifying wave of fire instantaneously leveled all nearby dunes and boulders, melting the jagged rocks and filling the earth's cracks and craters.

In the grand explosion of the “coronet,” the storm was torn and scattered, wild winds abruptly dispersing into chaotic flows in the atmosphere, turning to walls and sharp arrows of sand breaking apart in the heat wave, partially falling to the ground and partially losing gravity, being thrust between two worlds, gathering like clouds around the inverted Silantis.

After who knows how long, the sands around the impact site were finally blown away by the disorganized winds.

A glimpse of brilliance first appeared amid the gradually dispersing dust.

The Scions of the Sun still remained–their light now dimmed, the hastily constructed “false coronet” had resisted the storm's impact but also tore at its own essence. Now, its tendrils, curled within the flaming shell, abnormally twisted and trembled, a golden-red substance flowing from the burning shell, floating and burning on the surface of the surrounding magma lake.

Countless inhuman eyes shifted about these convulsing tendrils, searching for the figure of the enemy as the dust settled.

That figure appeared near a fan-shaped impact crater.

Fenna stood there quietly, the air around her twisting in the heat wave, the last breath of wind dissipating from the tip of her longsword.

She raised her head, glancing at the Scions of the Sun in the distance.

The next second, her form dispersed with the wind, transforming into countless fluttering ashes that lightly scattered across the land in the sunlight.

A small sphere radiating dazzling light fell through the air, landing atop those still scorching ashes.

“…Ultimately still mortal, but deserving of respect,”
The Scions of the Sun uttered a muffled tremble, and slowly floated up, summoning invisible forces, ready to retrieve the “Ancient Star” fallen amidst the ashes.

The star remained unmoved.

“…Hmm?”

For the first time, this ancient god's progeny felt a twinge of confusion.

And in the next second, a sudden gust of wind swept over the sands, picking up those scattered ashes!

A ghostly green firelight slowly emerged within the ashes, and then nearly in the blink of an eye blazed vigorously; a chaotic, nameless shadow swept over the ashes, seeming to reshape a soul into an ethereal form. Then all of the ashes, under the pull of the ghostly green firelight, floated mid-air and quickly consolidated, reshaped, regaining color and texture–in mere seconds, they had once again formed Fenna's figure.

Even the damaged armor was restored as the ghostly green flames passed over it–as if time had reversed.

Fenna bent down to casually pick up her longsword and staff, then raised her head, gazing at the still blazing, false sun.

She saw its convulsing tendrils and the golden-red substance flowing from its fiery shell.

A smile emerged at the corner of her mouth.

“So you do bleed–”
She stepped forward to walk.

The fierce winds once again swept over the land, the yellow sand rising again in the storm.

“So, the next question–is do you fear?”

Chapter end

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