Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1281 - 132: The Spark That Ignites the Star, The Dawn That Ends the Long Night (Part 2)

"Simulated Creation Realm, True World: Star Cup Dawn!"

This was the true plan Alandia had been preparing for all along, a core killer move that was not accounted for on the surface. The pilgrimage skill of the Saint had already been activated in the battle with Gaius, but a journey can complete two symbols. This journey to Hegemony was both a pilgrimage following the Saint’s footsteps and a quest to repair the Wish Machine. Now the "Holy Grail" had been offered to the "King," the "Knight" had made a "wish," and the long journey concluded, allowing the miracle’s power to let the Knight once again step onto the battlefield!

The true starlight dispelled the false mists of the Mortal World, as they surged out of Situ Yi’s theater. Gongsun Ce was the first to look around and found everyone standing in the center of the Divine Theater, beneath the gray tower that bred the Chaos Director God. Situ Yi stood opposite them, his pale face nearly twisted with anger at his miscalculation. He hammered the tower body and shouted out of control: "Using the Holy Grail left by the Chikou Evil Spirit to realize the pilgrimage... it’s ultimately a temporary power from a completed ritual, [only three minutes of simulated Creation Realm, unable to let the yet-to-recover Dawn Knight change the situation]!"

Alandia nodded, as if acknowledging the enemy’s words. She raised her eyes, speaking succinctly and powerfully, sharp as a knife.

"Enough to kill you."

"You——!"

As soon as Situ Yi’s angry shout left his mouth, it was drowned out by a harsh shriek. A red-black sword pressure ripped through countless threads, pressing in, and the massive body of the Chaos Director God appeared high in the sky, temporarily shielding Situ Yi with a giant hand. Taking this opportunity, the restarting Machine God spread its wings and soared, the Heavy Light Fist striking directly at the Chaos Director God’s head.

"Ah Ce, Alandia, go!" Mo Yuankai shouted.

Orianna exclaimed, "We’ll handle the Chaos Director God, go finish off Situ Yi completely!"

The entire theater shook violently with this blow, while the ashen-faced Situ Yi clasped his hands, chanting a spell. The Divine Theater wriggled like a living creature, countless threads oozing from the roads and walls, dragging Situ Yi through the city at high speed. Alandia shaped an original chariot with starlight, two spirited war horses neighed loudly, and she was the first to board the chariot, constructing various runes and arrays in her hands.

Primal Armament [Blood Wheel of Ten Thousand Victories], the undefeated chariot recreating heroic exploits.

She looked at the young man beside her: "Ce, could you drive for me once more?"

Gongsun Ce lifted his cloak and leapt onto the chariot, taking the reins in one hand to advance. He responded with a hearty laugh, "Don’t say once, it’s no problem at all for a lifetime!"

The war horses galloped, the chariot raced, roaring wheels crushing countless obstructing monsters, with the black-clad attendant and silver-haired knight racing amid blood and dust. At this moment, they seemed to return to the battlefield four years ago, the place where they first fought side by side. But now was no longer then, they no longer needed to swerve their swords towards former friends; they drove forward to hunt down their enemy, to end old grudges with sword and blood!

But Situ Yi’s behavior was unnaturally bizarre, his facial expression shifted violently among panic, fury, terror, and gloom. This monster who always tricked people with a false face now seemed like a malfunctioning machine, and even Gongsun Ce, driving the chariot, could feel his rage.

Miscalculated, didn’t account for it, ignored what’s plainly visible, grew complacent because of the success so far, misjudged due to confidence in one’s own abilities, can’t forgive such a script, can’t allow oneself to draft such a development...!

"Eyes muddied, deceived by trickery, miscalculated despite all calculations, truly foolish!"

Situ Yi muttered to himself in a voice as fine as a mosquito’s buzz, only he could hear it clearly. He drew out from his sleeve the incomparably thick script, the "All Beings Aspect" documenting the destinies of 2.2 billion lives, flew behind him and rapidly enlarged, countless transparent pale faces appearing between each page, innumerable men, women, old, and young opening their mouths simultaneously, playing a grand sorrowful ensemble.

In an instant, threads danced wildly, buildings collapsed, the entire Divine Theater twisted in a hideous frenzy, and an eerie suction emanated from the pale faces’ mouths, nearly sucking everything into the script. Gongsun Ce drove the chariot to ascend urgently, dodging this sinister attack. In the vortex of disaster, Situ Yi wrote gripping a pen, wisps of mist turning into gray-white writing wrapped around his sleeves. Various expressions roared out the text, not a script but the director’s thoughts:

"Shouldn’t direct tragicomedies but pure tragedies, should’ve made decisions early, shouldn’t have considered gains. Adjust the target, fear not the silence, in this directing, prioritize killing the enemy——!"

The roar halted abruptly as it reached its peak, the man wiped his face with his hand, and the frenzied sorrow vanished, leaving the pale, merciless face exposed again. His lips issued a cold declaration: "Mortal World Theater: Open."

"Soulless Tribute: Song of All’s Sorrow!"

The countless faces in the "All Beings Aspect" all opened their mouths, singing a turbid, hoarse lament. The entire world turned gray with their screams, the manic pressure almost coagulating into visible gray lines, threatening to drive all living beings mad. The entire nation’s malice, combined with the power of the Spirit Prison Realm, was released by Situ Yi in the most malevolent manner. That was a sheer 2.2 billion sorrows and 2.2 billion curses; even the Abyss Hell would be crushed by this near-endless malevolence.

The Blood Blade of Ten Thousand Victories slowed to a crawl, and the divine horses pulling the chariot shed blood and tears. Gongsun Ce felt as if a thousand daggers pierced his mind simultaneously, stalling his ability to think in the torrent of malice. He clutched the reins, breathing heavily, only stubbornly pursuing the direction of Situ Yi. The Dawn Knight stood beside him now; he just needed to do his part.