socalfunplaces Chapter 300 Integrating the Remnants, Calamity Approaches
Chapter 300 Integrating the Remnants, Calamity Approaches
Chapter 300 Integrating the Remnants, Calamity Approaches
In the room, Su Youli let out a soft moan and got out of bed, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Hmm...you're back?"
She looked around, her eyes focusing on the red figure beside the bed.
Modi turned around, still pondering while rubbing his chin.
"You're awake, why don't you go back to sleep? Opportunities for quality sleep like this are rare."
"No, those who live long lives have almost limitless energy; they wouldn't fall asleep easily."
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She blinked, fully awake, but when she met Mo Di's gentle gaze, she couldn't help but obediently lie down and lazily gaze at him from her side.
Su Youli held one of his arms, noticing the focus in his eyes, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing, I just got an opportunity, but I don't plan to go for now."
Recalling the invitation from the Evolution Game, Modi smiled and shook his head, deciding to put it out of his mind for the time being.
The battle in the Abyss of Death is so dangerous, how can someone with his small arms and legs get involved?
Perhaps he will respond to the invitation when he has accumulated enough experience and has further ideas.
As for now, let's just be patient and avoid their sharp edge.
"Let's look at the Death Curse Lord in the distance. Once I've finished dealing with things here, he'll be the first one I need to take care of."
A malicious glint flashed in his eyes. Mo Di patted the arm that was grabbing him and asked, "Xuan Xing is out of danger. The Evolution Game won't attack this world anymore."
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After the immortal was determined, this generation of evolution game came to a successful conclusion. Xuanxing would not have any major problems because of his existence, but the situation was different for the other worlds in the same generation.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the evolution game will abandon them and impose challenges upon them.
Only after completing the final tasks will it begin preparing for the next evolution game and continue selecting suitable candidates.
"Hmm..." Su Youli responded softly, "However, Xuanxing's status as a chosen one has not been revoked. Perhaps, in the future, they will have to face chosen ones from other worlds."
"That's their business, I can't interfere."
Mo Di shrugged. He wasn't going to be a babysitter for the world for the rest of his life, and even Su Youli wouldn't want him to do that.
Not to mention their daily conversations.
Several days later, after Modi got out of bed, dressed, and sat on the edge of the bed in a contemplative posture, he finally got up, dressed, and sat down.
The turmoil caused by the final trial has gradually subsided thanks to the efforts of the returning survivors.
After confirming his situation via private message, Skran couldn't wait to meet him.
"Let me take you to refine the Calamity of Death and Silence first." He looked at Su Youli, who naturally agreed.
Incidentally, he could also become a master of time management and meet with Skran to take over the Dark Council, which is a remnant of the God of Light.
I believe that after they see the Darklight Dragon, they will make the right choice, or Mordy will help them make the right choice.
The Chosen Ones' main city, the Continental Hotel.
Inside the reception room, Skran paced back and forth, both nervous and expectant, barely able to contain his excitement at the prospect of meeting that gentleman.
For him, it was not only a meeting with a legend, but also a chance to witness his own faith firsthand.
After another round of pacing, he finally saw the person he was waiting for.
Squeak.
Am I late?
The visitor smiled apologetically, went inside, and closed the door behind him.
"Not late at all, rather, you've arrived at the perfect time." Skran quickly went to greet him, glanced at him briefly, and his eyes lit up immediately.
The newcomer was not wearing his usual red cloak, but rather a cloak covered in black feathers with gold patterns. It was none other than Modi, whom he had been waiting for.
Although Mordi didn't say it explicitly, Skran still sensed something amiss, his gaze lingering on the cloak's black feathers, vaguely sensing their extraordinary nature.
"May I ask if you dare, have you successfully taken that step?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes."
Modi nodded, and the black feathers on his cloak seemed to respond to him, swaying slightly and emitting a dim light.
An inexplicable aura surrounded him, cold and devoid of any compassion.
Without a doubt, this was the aura of the Dragon Slayer Apostle. Skran's eyes lit up, finally fully believing his words, and he stammered, "I... I can see your complete form?"
"Of course, as long as you are prepared."
Modi smiled mysteriously. He had come with the intention of taking over the Dark Light Council, and since the other party was so eager, he should show them something.
"Get ready?" Skran was taken aback. Before he could react, darkness engulfed his vision like a tide.
He felt as if he had been pulled back to the Beach of that day, where fragments were everywhere and not a single intact place could be found.
In this broken darkness, he had just become alert when he seemed to sense something and looked up, taking in the shadow above him.
This time, he finally saw what he had been longing for.
The writhing shadow was not something blasphemous, but a dimly lit dragon, a dragon hunter apostle with the rank of an immortal.
"I never imagined that I would live to see an immortal of the path of light. I have no regrets in this life."
Skran sighed deeply, his face filled with fervor, as he looked up at the golden eyes of the dragon above him.
So he cast aside his last doubts and pledged his loyalty to the Dragon Hunter Apostle, the Darklight Dragon.
"A wise choice."
The hoarse dragon roar shattered the darkness, pulling him back to the reality of the reception room.
The Darklight Dragon has vanished, and its roar has been replaced by the voice of a young man.
Skran snapped out of his daze, looked at the young man in front of him, opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He simply lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with admiration.
Witnessing firsthand the apostles who were in the higher order of the path of light was tantamount to witnessing faith itself, and by now he was completely convinced.
He said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, from this day forward, the Darklight Council is at your disposal."
"Wasn't it always like this?" Mordy glanced at him, finding it strange.
"Uh, I guess so." Skran chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head.
On second thought, wasn't his doing this a way of showing loyalty to the apostles early on? It shows he had foresight.
Thinking of this, he was no longer embarrassed; instead, he proudly raised his head.
"As expected of you, Scran." He patted his shoulder with a cheerful smile.
"What are you doing, acting crazy?" Modi's eyes were strange. He slapped him on the head. "Stop grinning like an idiot. I need you to contact the rest of the Light God's remnants and sound them out. Can you do that?"
"Testing the waters with the other remnants? Does Your Excellency intend to rebuild the Court of Eternal Day? Very well, in that case, I will do everything in my power to ascertain their intentions without revealing Your Excellency's information."
Skran nodded emphatically and uttered astonishing words, causing Mordy's eyes to twitch.
When did he decide to rebuild the Court of Eternal Day?
Well, you Sclan, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, I never expected you to have such a thought of turning back the clock.
"However, it seems that he is not wrong. Although I don't have the guts to create a new Eternal Day Court, I do have the guts to take in the remnants of the God of Light."
Not only do they exist, but they are also very large.
Once he gathers the remnants of the God of Light and combines them into a new force, whatever that force may be called, it can be considered the resurrection of the Court of Eternal Day.
"I'll leave this matter to you."
Modi turned around, waved, and left Skran with only his back view.
"By the way, in the future, do not reveal my name without my permission; just call me 'Apostle.'"
He did not intend to interfere too much with the Paiguang Council, after all, it was not a direct force he had personally built, but merely a tool he used to handle certain matters.
The reason for prohibiting Skran from revealing his name was to prevent others from knowing his identity and thus linking the council with the Blood God Cult.
As for others who know his name and characteristics, it's not a big problem. Tampering with their memories and covering up that past is just a trivial matter for him.
Even from the moment he stepped out of the meeting room, the person's memory began to be altered, and the past was covered up by carefully crafted fragments.
Stepping out of the Continental Hotel, Mordi put on a hood also adorned with black feathers, exuding an aura of mystery. He strolled through the streets of the Chosen Ones' capital city, lost in thought.
"The Darklight Dragon may be the only Dragon Slayer Apostle in the world today, and also the only Immortal of the Light Path, provided that no old monsters pop out from the corner."
"Even if I don't ask for anything, as long as those remnants of the God of Light know of my existence, they should take the initiative to come and cling to me. The recruitment operation should not have any problems."
After assessing the plan, he felt relieved, walked around the street corner, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
This was the first time Su Youli had witnessed the power of an immortal; even just assisting from the sidelines, the range of their influence was astonishing.
The deathly calamity that spread across the entire planet and seeped into every corner of the world was utterly powerless against that crimson blood shadow. It was simply swept up by the vortex and gathered together, ready to be harvested.
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"Even a planet the size of Xuanxing is still too small for an immortal."
Modi thought he was just stretching his muscles, but unfortunately, it was over before his whole body was even warmed up.
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Su Youli rolled her eyes at him, said nothing more, and summoned the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword to begin refining the Calamity of Deathly Silence.
The difficulty of refining the Calamity of Death and Silence is naturally extremely high, after all, it is a disaster that affects an entire world.
For ordinary immortals, it would be almost impossible to refine this world-class natural disaster.
But for someone like Su Youli, who has connections, the reality is quite different.
With an immortal by your side, even the greatest crisis will be reduced to near zero.
Seeing that the gathered Calamity of Death was about to erupt, Modi sneered, "Hmph, a mere Calamity of Death dares to rebel? You Li, don't panic, I'll help you."
The ancient dragon's constant field unfolded instantly.
The restless, desolate calamity was enveloped by it, as if trapped in a frozen space-time, and the trend of rebellion was abruptly interrupted.
"Let's refine it."
Modi stopped and handed the stage back to the real protagonist.
Su Youli lived up to expectations, or rather, with his assistance, success was inevitable.
The deathly stillness vanished, and the natural disasters that had long shrouded this world disappeared.
"Ugh, I feel a little unwell."
Su Youli clutched her stomach, her face not looking well. To refine a world-class natural disaster on the spot was like gaining weight overnight; as a mere immortal, she naturally felt terrible.
"Are you stuffed?" Mordy glanced at her lower abdomen. "I just can't do anything with you."
He raised his hand, and the spear that would end the unchanging fell into his palm.
This demonic artifact possesses the ability to end things that are unchanging and to forcibly bring about change, and the foundation of these abilities is the "flow of time".
After all, the scales of an ancient dragon are objects that stop time; to subdue them, time must be made to flow again.
In other words, the Unchanging End Spear can accelerate time to some extent, which is more than enough to speed up Su Youli's digestion of the Deathly Calamity.
Almost the instant the spiral spear appeared, Mo Di did not hesitate at all and thrust the spear towards Su Youli's body.
The spear tip pierced the flesh, but not a single drop of blood splattered.
After only a brief moment inside the girl's body, Mo Di trembled and pulled the spear out.
In the process of going in and out, the tip of the gun was not contaminated with any foreign objects, and Su Youli had no wounds on her body.
"Is it better now?" he asked.
Su Youli blinked, carefully sensing the changes within herself, and exclaimed in surprise, "That's amazing! That shot just now must have involved the time realm, right?"
"It's just a rudimentary application of the flow of time. Now that we've achieved our goal, let's go back," Modi said.
He didn't say where they were going back to, but Su Youli understood what he meant. She took his hand and smiled gently, saying, "Okay."
A wave of blood appeared out of nowhere, swept towards the two of them, and in an instant, the two figures disappeared, leaving only the lifeless, desolate planet spinning alone.
"Steher, Steher, open your eyes, calamity is coming..."
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Upon hearing the call, the Death Curse Monarch abruptly opened its eyes, only to find not the expected flagship's biomass hull, but a hazy darkness.
A voice came from the depths of darkness, echoing through the gloom, making him both familiar and wary.
He asked cautiously, "Who are you? Why are you calling me by my name?"
When he finally responded, the voice stopped, and then a ray of light pierced the darkness, illuminating the entire world in his eyes.
The firelight shone on his face, his expression frozen in shock.
"Do you see that?" the voice rang out again. "That's our future."
War raged in the vast void, with tens of thousands of warships facing each other across the distance.
On one side, flesh and steel merged together, like a blasphemous creation from an unknown dimension, wantonly spreading war and bloodshed, and growing stronger with each battle.
On the other side was the Nautilus airship fleet that he was familiar with, but the situation on this side was not good. They were almost being suppressed by the desecration fleet on the other side, and the entire fleet was torn apart.
Without a doubt, he was drawn into a world war.
"Is this... my future?"
The Cursed Lord Stygian's face was grim. His gaze swept past the enemy fleet and looked towards their rear. His already turbulent heart was instantly stirred up.
He saw it: a huge, crimson shadow watching the war.
With no discernible facial features or expression, Styg had no idea what attitude the seemingly immortal being held toward this war.
The voice appeared again: "That is our great enemy, though of course He doesn't consider us worthy to be His enemies."
"Our formidable enemy?" Stief pondered the question, composing himself before his eyes sharpened like knives. "Then, how did you, or rather, how did my future self, contact me?"
"I don't think I have the ability to foresee the future, especially one containing the variable of 'immortality'."