Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1302 - 138: Fulfillment of All Wishes (Part 3)

Gongsun Ce no longer wished to think deeply, he silently ran past the final stretch. Approaching the crystalline exit, it was filled with mad villains, their desires dyed the colored glaze crystal into a blackened red, like a hellish river of blood. The tremors were almost earth-shattering, everything in sight was shaking, as if even the gods were furious at this gathering place of evils.

At the moment he reached the mountaintop, he saw a vast expanse of black and red, a sight he was all too familiar with—Tribulation Flame. The top of Colored Glaze Mountain was a hemispherical crater, an extreme frenzy of attacks had razed the original peak, the obliterating flames burst forth from the bottom of the pit, moving with an icy, chilling murderous intent, fiercely clashing with the constantly forming crystals. Standing amidst the towering flames was a woman with black hair and red eyes, she cast a sword filled with hate using the Tribulation Flame, a grandeur like a flower blossoming in a sea of blood.

Gongsun Ce had never seen her in this manner, the Silent King he remembered was a girl with outlandish thinking, stubborn but not bad, lacking common sense, without friends, and still rambles during battles. Yet in this moment, that impression was completely shattered, the woman in the flames was utterly silent, her resentment and killing intent crushed heart and emotion. Her hatred was directed at the entire world, she would ultimately turn everything into ashes!

"Stop this, Silent King." Her opponent cried softly, "I truly wish to help you, I feel pain for you. I would do anything for you, I only beg that you not torment yourself with hate..."

This was a woman so gentle she was nearly soft, hiding in the crystal, she pleaded with the Silent King. Her face was tender, her figure graceful, dressed in golden light armor, with long colored glaze hair similar to an elder brother, she appeared like a princess forced to the frontline. Anyone with the hardest of hearts would soften at such a pitiful appearance, yet the Silent King did not cease her actions. Her killing motions were almost insane, responding with a heartrending roar.

"My greatest wish is to kill you!!!"

She was so immersed in the battle before her that she did not react at all to the visitors near her. Gongsun Ce exchanged glances with Alandia, they tried their best to make no sound and slowly moved away from the heart of the battlefield. The outer side of the crater was a terraced cliff formed from collapsing and reforming mountain walls, amongst the layers of cliffs was a rectangular steel fortress protruding out of thin air. They found Mo Yuankai and Orianna within the fortress.

"She was fighting when I woke up." Mo Yuankai said with lip movements. Orianna nodded repeatedly beside him, her lips pale.

Gongsun Ce silently said: "Then go and break up the fight."

"I truly don’t have the courage to stop that madwoman. You’re the Silent King’s seed, why don’t you go?"

Gongsun Ce glanced back, saying earnestly: "I’m not even 20, I want to live."

The two heroes argued endlessly over who should intervene, their flexible thinking in shirking responsibility showing true heroic colors. They debated until new sounds emerged, the entrance to the steel fortress was knocked upon.

The fifth visitor was an oddly dressed old man, clad in armor and a cloak made of beast fur. Time had etched deep lines into his face yet hadn’t marred the inherent handsomeness. His golden hair reached his shoulders, somewhat whitening due to age, yet his sapphire eyes were still as bright as gems.

"I advise you not to waste your efforts." The old man said, "The two ladies have been fighting for countless years, only the great sun above might know the duration of their grievances. All we can do is quietly observe and pray that they may reconcile in the distant future."

"Good idea." Gongsun Ce extended his hand, "I’m Gongsun Ce, a superpower user. Your common language sounds quite antiquated, what era are you from?"

The old man’s palm was very warm, his handshake was firm, like an old general lovingly commending a soldier.

"The etiquettes of this era are quite strange, we used to kiss each other’s faces." The old man smiled, "My name is Morton, my women call me hero, my children call me father king, my subjects call me King Morton."

He released his grip, surveying the wonderful expressions of the four, seemingly quite satisfied: "I don’t know how many years have passed...but it seems you still remember my name!"