Chapter 1656 - 125: Eternal War_5

He was ready for sacrifice.

"There," Sai Zong calmly said, looking at the burning Origin Tower, "that’s where you should be, isn’t it?"

Serey followed his gaze towards the Origin Tower, the firelight reflected in his eyes, as if a sun was rising in his depths.

There was Bologue, Olivia, the ritual to dispel the Dark Iron Curtain, and more importantly, his father, the Night King.

Serey asked solemnly, "Can you do it?"

Sai Zong replied, "Of course, battles between devils are far more complicated and dangerous than you can imagine."

"After this, will I still see you?"

Serey looked at Sai Zong with intense worry; Sai Zong claimed to be a devil, but was merely the Chosen One who stole the Devil’s Power. As the war progressed, he was enduring waves of furious invasions. Perhaps after this battle, Samuel would fully awaken within Sai Zong, and Serey would never see this humorous fellow who liked to play animals again.

After years together, even if Serey was a despicable scoundrel, he inevitably developed some emotions.

Sai Zong lightly patted Serey’s shoulder, "Rather than worrying about me, you should worry about yourself. Can you defeat him?"

Serey and Sai Zong’s gaze locked together, a few seconds later, Serey reverted from vengeful wrath to his familiar bartender persona, swept his loose hair back, and deliberately raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, being this far, I wouldn’t be here for nothing if I don’t chop off his head."

Sai Zong liked this version of Serey; this absurd demeanor instantly reminded him of past times in the Undying Club, both good and bad.

"Take this with you, Serey, consider it my blessing."

Sai Zong spoke as he tore off his left index finger, flesh rapidly stripped away, revealing the smooth finger bone, which he tossed to Serey.

Serey caught the finger bone, which, detached from Sai Zong’s body, extended and distorted into a meticulously refined bone dagger, the blade slender and sharp, showing the skeletal pale hue.

This was an Original Sin Armament; grasping it, Serey instantly realized it.

Looking again at Sai Zong, his severed finger hadn’t healed, and what flowed wasn’t blood, but equally foul-smelling tar.

Sai Zong smiled farewell to Serey, "Now, you too are his champion."

The Protection of Rage was bestowed upon Serey; without looking back, he sprinted towards the Origin Tower, his figure gradually vanishing between gray and black.

Most farewells in life are like this, devoid of deep words or solemn rituals, merely a few casual sentences, coming to an understated end, only to be realized many years later that this unintentional moment was indeed the endpoint.

Seeing Serey leave this perilous area, Sai Zong then turned his gaze back to the rising monstrosity; beneath its grotesque shadow, the man’s figure appeared, watching Sai Zong as he walked towards the outskirts of the Royal City.

The man stepped through the ruins, "Funny to say, you’ve not only evaded the influence of Original Sin by splitting consciousness and authority but also, because of wielding authority, you can directly use the devil’s power to fight us as a Chosen One."

"The so-called Chosen One was born merely to evade the Material Realm’s restrictions on devils; now we’re in the Ethereal Realm, such rules are no longer applicable."

Sai Zong kept pace with the man’s steps, walking out of the Royal City ruins together.

"Not applicable, yet our vows remain, aren’t they?" the man softly remarked, "The Chosen One’s failure will equate to the devil’s failure... Your special identity granted you the power to sweep other Chosen Ones in the Material Realm, but here in the Ethereal Realm, I’m no longer constrained by the Material Realm, and your advantage will turn into a disadvantage."

The man stopped, "Your loss here would mean Samuel’s defeat."

"I know, but I’m not the only Chosen One in the Ethereal Realm."

Sai Zong remarked as the Origin Tower in the distance erupted with booming sounds again, under the vast Ether imbued by the Ethereal Realm, the flames were boundless.

"As long as the Night King perishes, you too will face defeat."

The man’s voice paused, then firmly declared, "I will not fail."

"But you have failed," Sai Zong chuckled, "and you were beaten by that fellow just now... Do you know what that bastard does at night? Pole dancing, the exalted Sin of Pride, toppled by such a person."

Through the long years, Sai Zong wasn’t merely playing animals; he observed people’s daily conversations, learning many extremely sarcastic remarks.

The man said no more, the gigantic creature behind him slowly shifted; along its advance, many Undead were directly engulfed within, silencing them.

This was his demonstration to Sai Zong; Sai Zong, in turn, waved his hand, the surrounding ruins stirred, and following this, a figure wrapped in thorns was pulled out.

It was York; earlier, he had intended to attack Serey but was absolutely suppressed by Sai Zong. Facing true authority, York’s power fragments had only one path: obedience.

Looking at this broken figure, Sai Zong felt deeply apologetic.

The brambles unfurled fully, revealing York’s blood-drenched face, under Sai Zong’s guidance, the fury that tormented him for countless days and nights finally subsided, and traces of clarity surfaced from his murky eyes.