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How long has it been?
An Xiaotian couldn't remember; he had no leisure to recall those painful memories. All he wanted was for this moment to be forever etched and frozen in time. He gazed at Yang Meng, who radiated a soft glow, and broke down in tears. Yang Meng, like a mother comforting her newborn, gently swayed and caressed him. In the distant horizon of his dreams, a melody faintly echoed—a hymn to the gods, as if celebrating An Xiaotian's cries.
He only remembered that every night he would toss and turn, haunted by the pain of losing Yang Meng. The agony of losing his beloved arrived punctually with the quiet of nightfall.
How he longed to wail and scream! But as the captain, An Xiaotian bore too much responsibility; he could only bury his heartache deep within his soul. Beneath his calm exterior lay a regular young man desperately trying to suppress his emotions from erupting. Powerless and tragic, he felt like a blade turned inward. This turmoil finally erupted when he encountered the seemingly real yet illusory Yang Meng once more, like a knife slicing through an artery.
Love is often like this—its depth unknown until the moment of parting arrives, and the pain of separation is even more profound. Yang Meng's death had become an unresolvable knot in his heart for the rest of his life.
As the light faded, the surroundings came into view, and An Xiaotian's emotions gradually stabilized. He opened his eyes to find himself sitting beside Yang Meng on the edge of a street. "I've heard others say this place is called the Divine Realm. Those who have died usually come here to await reincarnation," Yang Meng said.
"When will you be able to reincarnate?" An Xiaotian asked, looking at her.
"I don't want to reincarnate," Yang Meng replied, meeting his gaze. "After reincarnation, all memories from past lives will be reset; everything will start anew. I don't want to forget you, so I think I'll just settle here in the Divine Realm for now. I want to build a big house for us so that when you come up, we can live together forever!"
"Shall we start now?" An Xiaotian asked eagerly, as if all missions and worries had slipped from his mind.
"But you don't belong here yet," Yang Meng said softly, her expression warm and gentle, almost teasing. "Xiaotian, you are my beloved, but you are also a soldier. You must protect not just me but also them."
"Them?"
"Those ordinary people who are busy with life yet yearn for a home, just like us."
Her words struck An Xiaotian like a hammer on his head. He fell silent as all the tasks and missions in reality rushed back into his mind. He knew this was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up; he was reluctant to leave it behind. However, the outside world still needed him to hold back the tide.
"I will protect the home of your dreams, but the thousands of families behind you need you to stand up as a hero," Yang Meng gently lifted An Xiaotian. "Don't lose yourself in this dream; reality is what gives your life value and dignity. You are a soldier and a hero who saves the world; everyone needs you."
"I will wait for you after everything is over."
"But..."
Yang Meng cupped An Xiaotian's face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks tightly so that he couldn't speak. In his astonished gaze, she leaned in closer, her eyes half-closed as she kissed him on the lips.
"I still hope you'll come later; I will always wait for you..."
"Always wait for you..."
"Wait for you..."
"Honey..."
In that moment of kissing Yang Meng, an ethereal voice stirred ripples in An Xiaotian's mind, echoing against barriers within him. He knew the dream was fading away and that everything would soon be replaced, but he couldn't accept this disparity. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold onto the disappearing Yang Meng. Yet he felt only emptiness as his hands grasped nothing but air; the heavy armor weighed down on his arms, making him acutely aware of the outside world for the first time in a long while.
"Don't!"
The scene before him continued to shift, and he realized he had detached from the body in his dream, watching helplessly as it floated away like a balloon. On the sandy street, Yang Meng stood up, pulling him along as they walked into a crowd that had inexplicably gathered. She took his hand and ran against the flow of people. As he ascended higher and higher, he could no longer see Yang Meng or himself; they vanished into the shadows of the crowd.
He could see nothing anymore.
An Xiaotian kicked his legs, causing the armor to emit a loud scraping sound against the ground. He suddenly opened his eyes just in time for a raindrop to fall, landing right in his eye.
Everything returned to the harsh reality.
"Am I awake?" It felt as if he had just walked through the gates of death. An Xiaotian could sense that his entire body was in distress; the flow of blood was slowing down, and his body was clearly struggling to keep up with the demand for oxygen. A headache was just the beginning. He struggled to open his eyes, wanting to rise and see what had happened in reality during the time he had been lost in his hallucination.
However, just as he focused, a powerful beam of energy shot past above him, followed by a figure crashing down not far in front of him.
"Liu Xuan, Nars!"
In the end, they had been defeated.
The Blue Face Hero's body rolled helplessly on the ground but showed no signs of life. Fierce Eagle felt a surge of dread and hurriedly tried to stand up, but he could only hunch over and use his hands to push himself closer.
He saw clearly that the Blue Face Hero's face was smeared with dark red blood, and his entire body emitted wisps of white smoke from where it had been struck by the energy beam. Fierce Eagle crawled up to him and desperately slapped his face. "Liu Xuan, Liu Xuan, Nars! Wake up!"
More than worrying about his own condition, An Xiaotian was more concerned about Liu Xuan's fate; it had always been this way.
Nars was the first to regain consciousness but said nothing. His eyes were wide open but appeared unusually weak under the moonlight. Covered in blood, he reached out and tightly grasped An Xiaotian's arm as if pleading for something. An Xiaotian looked at him, but the footsteps ahead grew heavier. He quickly lifted his head and saw Ban Sa's massive figure looming close. Ban Sa sheathed his Tear Star battle axe and looked down at them before turning toward the severed Zombie King, Miao Chengmin.
First came Fierce Eagle stepping forward to confront him, then Zombie King attacked, followed by Blue Face Hero joining the fray... they all lost. Fierce Eagle was struck by an unknown toxin; Zombie King was cleaved in two by a giant axe; Blue Face Hero was gravely injured. Now, only Fierce Eagle remained standing. He knelt beside Blue Face Hero, watching as Ban Sa approached the semi-conscious but immobile Zombie King.
"I have been hailed as a Godslayer, battling across the universe for countless years without encountering such a resilient and unique planet. I must admit that you all are formidable opponents as resistors."
With those terrifyingly deep words, Ban Sa approached Zombie King. The latter was left with only a mangled upper body, gasping for breath. Ban Sa slowly bent down as a Time Portal opened beside him, revealing Life Crystals—only these could extract Chaos Crystals from Zombie King's body and allow them to reappear.
"Knowing you cannot win yet still fighting until exhaustion without retreating—I admire your spirit. However, destruction is inevitable."
Ban Sa retrieved Life Crystals from the Time Portal, which hovered above his palm. Meanwhile, a small energy sphere gradually formed; it was manipulated by Ban Sa's will and moved between Life Crystals and the fallen Zombie King.
"Chaos Crystals... Haha... I will carry your will and create an entirely new world."
"Ugh... ah—" Zombie King screamed in agony; though he felt no pain normally, having the Chaos Crystals forcibly extracted from him caused excruciating pain throughout his body akin to labor pains. Countless white particles rose from Zombie King's body toward that small energy sphere, which acted like a relay connecting Zombie King and Life Crystals.
"Ah... ah—"
Zombie King's cries pierced Fierce Eagle's heart like blades. "If we don't act now, everything will be over." Fierce Eagle furrowed his brow tightly as he stared at Ban Sa's retreating figure.
"Xiaotian..."
Blue Face Hero gently squeezed his hand. Fierce Eagle lowered his head; it was the first time he had seen Nars look at him with such pleading eyes.
"We still have one last possibility to defeat him, I and Miao Chengmin... the black hole, cough, cough..."
"Go on, tell me more," An Xiaotian urged, lifting the upper body of the Blue Face Hero into his arms.
"It's up to you, Xiaotian..."
The Blue Face Hero was already at his limit, visibly wanting to say more. However, it felt as if a large stone was lodged in his throat. His lower lip quivered as he opened his mouth wide, struggling to speak but unable to utter any more words.
"I... it's up to me..."
Large raindrops continued to fall onto the Blue Face Hero's eyes. He blinked a few times, and the moonlight hue in his right eye gradually faded, transforming into Liu Xuan's human eye. Through the orange visor of the armor, An Xiaotian gazed into Liu Xuan's nearly shattered gaze. For some reason, he felt a glimmer of hope, as if Liu Xuan was entrusting him with something important.
In that moment, the watery eyes of Liu Xuan conveyed an unspeakable meaning. An Xiaotian longed to understand it but knew he didn't have the time to try.
"I only have you, but I am never everything for you..."
"You still don't belong here..."
It seemed that Yang Meng from his dreams had reappeared, her words mingling with the sound of raindrops falling, creating ripples in Fierce Eagle's calm mind. He laid down the Blue Face Hero and used his last ounce of strength to bend forward, trying not to let Ban Sa notice his movements.
"You are a soldier..."
"The countless lights behind you need you to stand up as a hero..."
"They need you..."
"Xiao Ling."
"Sir, your adrenaline levels are spiking; I recommend—"
"Transfer all reserve energy to the shoulder cannons and Thruster. Don't suggest anything else; just do as I say!" Fierce Eagle declared resolutely.
"Understood."
The engine of the Dragon Soul Armor ignited explosively, and the Feathered Mechanical Wings spread open like a peacock displaying its feathers! With a massive cloud of dust trailing behind him, Fierce Eagle soared into the sky, charging straight towards the Godslayer that was focused on extracting Chaos Crystals!
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