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Chapter 789 - 787: "Pulaya Divine Sect is Unparalleled in the World.

Chapter 789: Chapter 787: "Pulaya Divine Sect is Unparalleled in the World.

The torrential downpour was like a galaxy overflowing in the sky, with angry waves rolling and roaring, blending heaven and earth into one hue.

Noel’s hands grasped the teetering puppet threads, guarding the hall. Since Su Ming’an had left, Noel had been defending the hall by himself, protecting thousands of soldiers and players for quite some time.

Because of Xiaomei’s live broadcast to the world, many had been awakened and were looking dazedly at the downpour outside the windows, huddling together and shivering.

"It’s so cold, this night," Violet wrapped in a cotton coat, her red lips exhaling the words, "So cold..."

"It hurts so much, does anyone have anesthetic or painkillers... It hurts so badly..."

People were injured, their cries and screams spreading like a contagious disease, many eyes filled with nothing but despair and fear. The rain was too cold, many players were shivering all over.

"Where did Su Ming’an go? Is he still on the top floor?" a player discussed in a low voice.

"I don’t know, what should we do next? I can’t even stand up, my legs are too weak..."

Whispers floated in the hall. Suddenly, Noel looked up.

In his field of view, just outside the hall’s platform, layers of iron-grey flooded up the five-meter-wide staircase, the Mechanical Army approaching menacingly.

Noel immediately had people like Xi, Rimu Sheng, and others lead everyone to escape through the emergency channels. He, on the other hand, broke the window glass, stepped onto the black crow, and stood alone in the night sky. With a tightening of his fingers, the puppet threads were drawn back between them, like intangible mist.

The red robe fluttered in the wind, rising up. With one hand he tugged tight on the puppet threads, and with the other, he placed it on the Blue Rose Scepter, ready for the onslaught of the Mechanical Army.

"Noel! Let’s go together!" Yamada Machiichi shouted upon seeing this.

"No need, the Mechanical Army is coming for me. You go first, I will draw them away." Noel had already noticed that the Mechanical Army wasn’t pursuing the crowd but instead had shifted their cannons towards him. It seemed their goal was to kill him.

He found it odd. Why would the Deity’s side, instead of killing one of the Nine Thrones at night, come to kill him, a player who had nothing to do with the plot? He was already at the end of his strength, there was no need to attract so much firepower from the Mechanical Army.

"Boom boom boom—!" Hundreds of cannon shots came roaring towards him, Noel’s wrist flipped, and the puppet threads in his fingers twisted, forming a white net in front of him.

"Noel, I’ll help you!" When Yamada Machiichi saw the situation was grim, he judged that the exhausted Noel would not be able to withstand an attack of such scale from the Mechanical Army.

"Don’t bother! You go protect the key NPCs, take the unconscious ones and leave!" Noel yelled. He faced the Mechanical Army, which was drawing closer and closer, but did not dare to drive the black crow away from the building. If he left, it was very likely that the Mechanical Army would kill those unprotected people.

In the midst of the chaos, as the crowd ran for their lives, Rimu Sheng, squeezing through the flow of people, looked back and shouted to Noel outside the window, "Save yourself first! Noel, you leave first! Even if the NPCs die, it only impedes the progress of the mission, but if you die, you lose your life!"

"I can’t," Noel said in a low voice. "If those NPCs die, it’s very likely that Su Ming’an won’t be able to get through the challenge."

"Is Su Ming’an’s mission success more important to you than your own life?" Rimu Sheng asked incredulously.

Noel lifted his wrist and the threads sliced through the body of a mechanical being, blue blood splattering on the feathers of the black crow. He heard Yamada’s words and laughed softly, "But it’s Su Ming’an, after all."

"Boom boom boom—!"

The Mechanical Army’s attack was ferocious. Noel fought valiantly in the high sky, mechanical wreckage and blood interspersed with the rain, explosions lighting up the night, sparks scattering like falling white feathers.

"Woo—!" After struggling for five minutes, Noel heard a mournful cry.

The black crow beneath him let out a pitiful cry and began to plummet. It was then that he realized that the mechanical beings’ attacks concealed poison, and the black crow, unexpectedly poisoned, lost its ability to fly.

Noel quickly retracted the black crow, raising his hands high, the puppet threads shot out and firmly wrapped around the air conditioning unit of the building, forcefully stopping his fall. Clutching the threads tightly, he dangled from the edge of the building, only to see that his energy was running low in the top left corner of his vision.

"Sssss—" The thread began to fracture, and Noel slowly moved his gaze down towards the building. Due to the great height, he couldn’t make out the situation below clearly.

So he just stared into the darkness below, thinking to himself.

I’ve gone to such lengths for you.

You must save me next time.

The next moment, the blue stripe hit zero. With a "crack," the thread in his hand broke. He closed his eyes, like a golden-red flying bird plummeting into the night.

...

"Deity," Su Ming’an spoke calmly, "In terms of wisdom, strategy, layout, experience, I am indeed no match for you. Your chain of schemes is truly beyond my reach."

Xiao Ai lay on his shoulder, its black eyes whirling around as it looked at the Deity and then back at Su Ming’an.

"You’re too kind," the Deity cooperated with a business-like mutual flattery, "Essentially, you and I, even Su Rin and Qin Wang... we are all the same kind of people. Given enough time, anyone could become ’me.’ Even your self-deprecating words are very similar to the way I was in the beginning."

The Deity said this, lifted his eyes to Su Ming’an, and added, "But I saw you just now seemed very angry, very unwilling. Do you despise me that much? Otherwise, why would you have kicked me just to feel better?"

Su Ming’an watched the body of Lin Guang lying in the rain-soaked wilderness, his face void of any expression.

"I don’t hate you," Su Ming’an said after a pause, "If I were you, it would be the same."

"That’s more like it," the Deity responded in a tone as if advising a promising student, his expression not so much appreciative as it was seeing a pleasing toy:

"If you were in my place, would you forsake the entire civilization’s lifeline to keep a promise? If faced with a choice to save the seven billion lives of your Zhai Xing by killing one person you vowed not to, would you choose to keep your word instead of committing the kill? If by continually lying to people, you could ensure the survival of your Zhai Xing civilization, would you always choose honesty? If you became the ’Deity,’ you would also kill ’Lin Guang,’ and you would also deceive ’Su Ming’an’ continuously. We are essentially the same kind of people—"

The Deity stroked his palms together and chuckled lightly, yet his tone was laced with a sadness not understood by others:

"By any means necessary to achieve our goals."

"Su Ming’an, you and I are that kind of person. Forever scorned, forever despised. As long as it ensures victory in war, telling thousands of lies and devising myriad schemes are but a trifle."

"There are some things, that even in death we cannot escape from."

Su Ming’an remained silent.

The Deity wasn’t wrong; the struggle for the survival of civilizations is an all-out war without ethical limits. If one must be responsible for the billions of lives they carry on their shoulders, one has to abandon their self-esteem and humanity.

"I guess your live stream viewers are cursing me now?" The Deity’s eyes seemed to pierce through dimensions, seeing the countless audience beyond the screen.

And indeed, in the live chat, they were cursing the Deity, using very colorful language:

[Sweet rain, my ass! Deity, you scumbag!]

[I offer 50 V to summon the dragon Su Rin to take down the Deity.]

[Learning is endless, we parents also watch Su Ming’an’s live streams. Su Ming’an is a good kid; anyone who deceives him is bad. Deity, just die already, so the live stream atmosphere will improve, suitable for our kids to thrive and grow.]

[You killed Xiao Bei, you killed Noah, you killed Lin Guang, Deity, your sins are unforgivable! How can Zhai Xing function without Noah? Just barely hanging on now! How can Zhai Xing function without Noah? Just barely hanging on now!! The Divine Sect of Pulaya is unrivaled in the world!]

[Lv Shu, without you the world only has darkness left. I miss you so much, what do I do without you~~]

[...]

"How utterly... ridiculous," the deity sighed without much sentiment.

But Su Ming’an had already fully understood the deity’s thoughts.

If he were in the deity’s position, he would also resort to any means for victory, even if it meant breaking faith, telling thousands of lies, and being denounced by thousands. He was, in fact, already doing so.

He had been "the deity" for over four months now.

They were despicable and shameless.

"Alright, I don’t have time to talk to you now, I still have to bring my followers to this world," the deity waved his hand and said:

"Don’t worry, once things are settled, I will come looking for you. However, my previous promise is void now, I will not treat you kindly, as you have missed the chance to pledge your loyalty to me."

Su Ming’an had already calmed down.

He listened quietly to the deity speak, despite the pain in his body and the prattle in his ears. His way of thinking had long instilled a habit in him; he subconsciously began contemplating his next move.

He was about to speak when he heard a "bang".

"Splash—"

Something seemed to have fallen from the sky, stirring up a splash of water. The huge splash drenched half of Su Ming’an’s body in an instant, the pain making his scalp tingle. He restrained the pained expression on his face and looked to the right—

That glance nearly caused Su Ming’an’s tightly wound nerves to completely snap.

He saw the golden-haired youth lying in a pool of blood, like a torn piece of paper floating in the water.

The youth’s limbs were shattered, with broken bones protruding from everywhere. Noel, lacking the cushion of skills like Spatial Displacement, was destined to be smashed to pieces falling from a high-rise building.

"Good, the last threat, I’ve got it under control. There should be no problems now," the deity muttered to himself.

"Deity, you’re truly ruthless," Su Ming’an took a breath before speaking.

"A necessary measure," the deity didn’t deny it.

Su Ming’an was shocked for only a moment before quickly resuming his thoughts. He couldn’t give up on subsequent actions because of Noel’s death; otherwise, even Noel couldn’t be saved.

He couldn’t rewind time just yet; he needed to get some information first, or even if he did rewind, it would only be a standoff with the riddler, Lin Guang.

He thought that Lin Guang’s planning couldn’t possibly have fallen apart just because of a sudden death. Lin Guang must have left some clues behind.

But considering previous circumstances, there was surveillance around Lin Guang, not just in reality but even in dreams—with Ta Wei watching over Lin Guang.

Then the clue could only be hidden in a place that exists neither in reality nor in dreams, a place that no one could probe.

So, where did such a place exist?

Su Ming’an’s thoughts took a turn, and he understood where the key to breaking the situation lay.

—Emotional Resonance.

The Emotional Resonance that leads to death after more than fifteen minutes. If Lin Guang was to hide a clue unknown to anyone, it could only be buried within "Emotional Resonance." Only here, both the deity and Ta Wei could not pry.

The Mechanical Army closed in, with a "click-click," Su Ming’an’s shoulders were held down; he was having difficulty walking, let alone fighting.

In the pouring rain, Su Ming’an hung his head, with white breath entwining before his face, his breaths barely discernible, as if he had given up struggling.

"Don’t kill him, just control him and take him away," the deity ordered the Mechanical Army.

Su Ming’an was dragged a few steps, blood oozing out extensively.

The cold rain hit his pupils directly, causing him to blink. Then he suddenly looked up at the vast and distant night sky.

Now, only one person could help him.

"I will call your name one last time, if you don’t show up, you can forget about returning to Pulaya for the rest of your life, and I will curse you even in death," Su Ming’an hooked the corner of his mouth and said softly:

"Su Rin."

...

The next moment.

Light burst forth.

A shadow suddenly sprang out in the storm, with an outstretched hand, a transparent wave of energy surged like a waterfall, and with a flash of white light, the Mechanical Army was blasted several meters away.

The newcomer stood in front of Su Ming’an, surrounded by flickering light. Despite the slender figure, they stood as unbreakable as a giant mountain.

Su Ming’an’s spirits lifted.

"Who is it?" the deity stepped back half a step.

"Yamada Machiichi!" the newcomer said coldly, revealing the face of a young man. His slightly spread fingers turned the flowing water into shields, protecting Su Ming’an with a semblance of a commanding general.

"Why is it you?" Su Ming’an was greatly disappointed.

"?" Yamada Machiichi was slightly taken aback, not understanding—I’m risking my life here to save you, why are you so disappointed?

"Su Ming’an, you go first..." Yamada Machiichi had only said a few words when the deity raised his wrist and launched a deep blue lightning bolt, which shot out like thunder. With a "crack," Yamada Machiichi was directly thrown ten meters away, tumbling into a pile of trash. He had barely shown off for a few seconds before he was flipped over.

Su Ming’an was slightly speechless; he thought his teammate would have the self-awareness to know whether they could interfere in a boss fight. With Yamada Machiichi’s mere 2,000+ Combat Power, coming here was tantamount to handing over his life.

"Su Ming’an, your friends really are..." the deity, upon seeing this, hesitated for a moment before using a term: "They really love you..."

The deity recounted people’s actions: "That one called Noel could have escaped, but he preferred to die to help you protect a key NPC. This one called Yamada Machiichi, with hardly any capabilities, still charged to your death in front of me. Then there was one called Luna, who jumped off a train to protect you and was smashed to pieces. And another called Lv Shu, who indeed was willing to do anything for you..."

Su Ming’an perked up his ears when he heard this, but the deity suddenly stopped speaking, perfectly portraying the riddler’s antics.

"Someday, I will kill all the riddlers in the World Game," Yamada Machiichi groaned while lying in the trash heap, "Can you not speak more clearly? I really..."

The deity sneered and fired a cannon shot towards Yamada Machiichi.

But in the sky, a thread of red light appeared, like a meteor piercing the night.