Game Transmigration: Saving The World Again 1000 Years Later
/ Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later Chapter 132 – 132 Dawn Fortress
132 Dawn Fortress
Throughout history, countless mortals had tried to ascend to godhood, achieving immortality. Ever since the earliest Black Iron Age—the first instance of human written records—people had been seeking out the secrets of immortality.
Rituals, oaths, magic, faith… After countless generations of attempts, the only path that had been proven feasible was the Moon Realm. The only deities who could exist firmly as personalities were the Void Sovereigns.
As a peak mortal, William Kane definitely understood this.
However, he still gave up the only chance to transcend. Why?
The four sovereigns turned their gaze to Valk, who was holding His stomach and laughing until He was out of breath.
“Hahahahaha… W-what did you say? There's no need for clowns here? I've already said that there's no lack of clowns here today. Hahahaha, let me think. What should this play be called? What do you think of Five Clowns' Comic Theater?”
Camilla, who had handed the initiation rights of the Hunger March to William that was burned to ashes by the other party, asked sternly, “Valk! Did you plan all of this from the beginning?”
“What did he just do?” the Lord of the Dark Tide asked in a deep voice.
Valk's tears were about to fall from His laughter. As He laughed, He said, “No, no, no. I originally planned on helping the Calamity ascend to become one of us, but he gave me an even more pleasant suggestion. By the way, forgive me for asking, but have you asked that person named Coles Jackdaw why he went to the Moon Realm to search for the Seed of Hope? Or perhaps, do you really know the true use of the Seed of Hope?”
Silence spread among the four Void Sovereigns.
Upon seeing this, Absurdity Jester continued, “Ah, of course, you don't… After all, you're not one of the original seven sovereigns, and just echoes reflected onto the Moon Realm during the Creation. Under your seemingly powerful shells are cowardly mortal souls. Therefore, you firmly believe that everyone will make the same choice as you, and you don't know the true value of the Seed of Hope. You're even unwilling to understand the person you're betting on and what his initial wish was.”
With that said, Valk burst into even more intense laughter.
“You… lunatic.”
The four Void Sovereigns revealed ugly expressions, and the Whispering Empress spoke with a dark expression.
“Thank you for the compliment, but in my opinion, you don't live up to the word ‘conspiracy' at all, Ms. Beatrice,” Valk replied politely.
With that said, He turned His gaze to the barrier in the center of the lighthouse.
“Come now… Show me more possibilities, just like a thousand years ago, show me more…”
Valk rubbed His hands gleefully.
“Let's continue this game and abandon those boring laws to liven up the world…”
Blake felt his dissipating consciousness clear up, but he knew that this was only a result of a revolving door he would see before his death.
How ironic. He had clearly experienced this feeling once when his body was destroyed, but he never expected to experience it again before his will disappeared.
Blake looked up and saw a pure white light.
In this pure light, he saw the phantom of the Presiding Judge hold his hand. His expression was solemn, just like a thousand years ago.
“Presiding Judge, can I still be considered a competent watcher?”
Blake didn't believe in the Holy Spirits or gods. He didn't believe that he would head to a divine kingdom or holy realm after death.
Therefore, he understood that the Presiding Judge in front of him was only the last illusion he saw before his death.
However, he still asked this question despite knowing that the other party wouldn't answer him.
However, to his surprise, the phantom in front of him moved.
The Presiding Judge shook his head and said, “No, you're not…”
Before Blake could react, the other party placed his hand on his shoulder and said proudly,
“You're the best watchman I've ever seen!”
Sensing the weight and temperature on his shoulder, Blake widened his eyes and looked at the illusion in front of him.
No, is the person in front of me really an illusion?
“Pre… Presiding Judge?”
Blake stammered as he felt his gradually awakening consciousness, the power he was gradually regaining, and the existence of the person in front of him.
However, that was impossible. Even if the Presiding Judge returned, he could not save him, whom was completely gone, right?
This had already exceeded the scope of magic. It was indescribable even with the word ‘miracle.'
However, the man in front of him smiled and said, “Welcome back, Blake. My chief swordsman and the future lord of Dawn Fortress. You've done a good job for the past thousand years.”
Upon hearing this, Blake gritted his teeth, holding back his emotions and controlling his expression. Then, as if he had thought of something, he said, “Presiding Judge, please stop Coles immediately. He went completely crazy not long after you left. I couldn't stop him. He's probably still…”
His remaining words were stopped by the things William took out.
It was a Judge's badge covered in scratches.
“You've already…”
Blake was first shocked when he recognized Coles's badge. Then, the expression on his face turned to surprise before turning to gloom.
Blake understood the Presiding Judge's style. Since this badge had appeared in his hand, there was no need to say anything about Coles's ultimate fate.
“Everyone has to be responsible for their choices. You, him, and the remaining members of Judgment. Same for the Empire, the Holy Spirits Church, and the Astral Council,” William said slowly.
Then, he put away the badge and said, “And this is what we Judges should do. Judge everything, including ourselves.”
With that said, William patted Blake's shoulder and said, “Therefore, save your sorrow and regret for after we triumph. Now, let's start over.”
These simple words instantly made Blake feel as if he had returned to the glorious era of a thousand years. This made his blood pump with fervor.
He looked around at the pure light curtain that was gradually fading and asked, “Then what should we do now?”
“We're surrounded now. To be precise, we're surrounded by four—well five Void Sovereigns' main bodies,” William said succinctly.
Before seeing the miserable expressions of the four Void Sovereigns whose plan had failed, William was certain that Valk would stand on his side.
However, he couldn't guarantee what the lunatic would do after that.
Therefore, he couldn't place hopes that He would cover his escape.
If William was so sure that Valk would help him, wouldn't it be even more fun if He ended up selling him to the four furious Void Sovereigns?
Since the plane fusion plan through a Void Sovereign's birth had failed, William wouldn't be surprised by what Valk did now.
“Shall we fight our way out together?” Blake asked excitedly.
“Dealing with four or five Void Sovereigns at the same time with just the two of us? Are you considering how to die the moment you get revived?”
William shook his head and took out the fragment of the Father of the Crows before placing it in Blake's hand.
“The Twilight Fortress is stranded here, and the Finality scene bound to it has been destroyed. I need you to bind the entire Black Crow Gaze to the Twilight Fortress now. Then, I'll get the people in the Twilight Hall to activate the reversal ritual and move the entire Black Crow Gaze to Currere. This way, those Void Sovereigns won't be able to pass through the World Shell.”
The Twilight Fortress was originally an anchor point that had already fused with the Moon Realm. Even though the Finality scene that was originally anchored to it had been destroyed, it only needed to be anchored to the new Moon Realm domain to unleash the corresponding effects again.
When the time came, as long as Cass, who was on standby in the Twilight Hall, activated the reversal ritual, the entire Twilight Fortress would fall back into Currere with Black Crow Gaze.
As for the Void Sovereigns in Black Crow Gaze, they would collide head-on with the World Shell due to the scale of their strength and be stuck outside Currere.
This was also why William wanted to bind the Twilight Fortress to Black Crow Gaze initially.
Blake took the soul fragment. As the Father of the Crows and the true owner of Black Crow Gaze for the past thousand years, he made Cole only capable of collecting the soul fragments after his will completely dissipated.
William didn't need to explain further. He immediately understood what he had to do.
As Blake bound it, he asked curiously, “You previously said that I'm the future lord of the Dawn Fortress. What do you mean?”
“Literally. Since the Finality scene that symbolizes twilight has been destroyed, I think we can change the name of this fortress.”
“Calling it Dawn Fortress ain't bad.”
As William finished speaking, the last white light curtain brought by the Seed of Hope disappeared completely. Their extended understanding of time returned to normal.
William's Wall of Brilliance also suffered the first wave of attacks.
Chapter end
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