Chapter 1653 - 125: Eternal War (Part 2)

The man’s answer was within Serey’s expectations. He was the Sin of Pride, an arrogant bastard who wouldn’t lower himself to argue with Serey. From beginning to end, his eyes only fell upon Sai Zong, the one barely on par with him.

Such a complex emotion, on one hand relieved that this arrogant guy indeed had no interest in him, on the other hand enraged that he didn’t even qualify to be noticed, like a roadside rat.

Serey hated such people, wishing to stomp on his exquisite clothes, smash his pretty face.

But unfortunately, Serey couldn’t even defeat the man, let alone survive without Sai Zong’s protection.

Pain lingered in his mind; sweat mixed with blood dripped down. Serey blinked, in severe headache and hallucination, he found himself no longer on the dusty and crystal fragment-covered gray earth, but on a vast snow-covered icefield. The cold sensation spread from his palms.

Serey lifted his head; the insane, bloody battlefield had vanished, presenting a cold, desolate scene before him.

No chaotic world, no mad monsters, no noisy clamor, just a silent icefield covered thickly with snow dust, as if frozen in an eternal moment.

The surface of the icefield bore no traces of life, only ice and snow. Vaguely one could see shadowy figures encased in ice, looking further into the distance, the icy ground extended endlessly meeting the surrounding void, deep and bluish, revealing blazing white radiance, like a hazy glow from above the deep sea.

Serey stood up dazedly; early from Bologue’s words, Serey had heard about this spectacular view, imagining it often, but now it seems, the imagined scenery compared to reality was far too shallow.

High concentration of Ether crushed reality, under the expanding overlapping area, Serey not only saw a boundless icefield but also ruins and corpses scattered around him. The high walls were left with broken remnants, the corpse pile in the Butcher’s Pit still horrifying.

Not far away, the palace in the Royal City stood, yet it appeared as if a Celestial God wielded a hundred-meter-long Giant Sword, or as if space was sliced apart, causing the buildings to collapse neatly, dislocated and deformed.

The Origin Tower sat in chaotic disorder at the center, its flames burning ceaselessly, like a massive torch.

Under the overlap of the two realms, most of the Royal City had been dragged into the Ethereal Realm, and the overlapping area continued to expand, seemingly about to engulf the entire Land of Eternal Night into this void.

Suddenly, Serey became confused.

The man confronted Sai Zong, neither knowing if the two would fight fiercely next. In this Ethereal Realm, Devils were no longer restrained by the Material Realm, their power certainly earth-shattering, Serey doubted whether he could escape unscathed.

Yet, Serey did not dwell too much on these matters but instead looked around at the Ethereal Realm, this wondrous and mysterious place, even the Undead rarely saw.

Serey inexplicably laughed; it seemed inappropriate, but he couldn’t control it. He recalled what Aisha had said to him long ago.

At that time, the two of them were in a theater; a group of young men fiddled with complex machines on stage. The theater darkened, a hazy glow emitted from the machines, casting onto the curtain.

In the black and white scene, a train silently rushed toward them.

The audience was frightened; even Serey panicked a bit. After a burst of exclamations, the theater lit back up, the young men introduced this machine and the things just presented.

Some accepted this new thing fearfully, some screamed witchcraft, and in the commotion, Aisha regained herself. She hugged her arms, laughed.

She said, "As long as you live long enough, you’ll always see something novel."

Aisha was right; as long as you live long enough, you can witness the era’s change and witness human-made miracles one by one.

Later, Serey learned that this novel thing was called a movie, but when he once again entered the cinema, Aisha was no longer by his side.

Each moment in the Ethereal Realm seemed so eternal, every second like narrating an ancient and distant story. Here, the concept of time lost meaning, only the cold freeze flowed silently.

In further distances, dazzling lights flickered, blocked by swirling snow dust and the Royal City’s buildings; Serey couldn’t discern what that resplendent thing was, but it reminded him of the sunrise’s dawn light.

"Let’s put aside Serey’s matters for now."

The man’s words pulled Serey’s thoughts back to reality. As he spoke, he stepped forward again, but at that moment, dreadful power burst out of nowhere around him; invisible blades stood surrounding the man.

Chilling murderous intent overflowed; the man had no doubt that if he moved half a step closer, he would face a storm-like attack.

"I’ve always hated Samuel; he is an utter monster, impossible to communicate with words."

The man raised his hands slightly, the foot suspended mid-air moved back; he disappointingly said, "I thought you were different from him."

"I just think there’s no need to talk further," Sai Zong said bluntly, "The situation is already clear; between you and me, there’s only life and death left."

The man shook his head, puzzled, "Why bother? You are like this, Belphegor is like this too..."