Chapter 229: The End

The exoskeleton was thickening, the dragon wings were expanding, and the sharp claws were lengthening.

Those organs, which were originally blurred and unformed, were growing, perfecting, and maturing at a Speed visible to the naked eye.

The Angel’s body began to shrivel.

Of the twelve pairs of wings, only the last pair was still feebly fluttering.

Those dark gold vertical pupils stared fixedly at Lilith.

It didn’t understand.

It was born as the Precursors’ greatest masterpiece, carrying the hope of an entire civilization.

It possessed the strongest holy light, the fastest teleportation, and the most perfect body.

It should have been invincible.

It should not have failed.

Lilith lowered her head, meeting those fading eyes.

She grinned.

“Thank you for the meal.”

The tentacles suddenly tightened, completely squeezing out the Angel’s last trace of life while simultaneously draining the flesh, bone, and marrow from its body.

At that moment, the Angel’s massive body perished completely, turning entirely into nutrients for Lilith.

Lilith hovered high in the air, her dragon wings slowly flapping.

Behind her, dozens of tentacles retracted into her body, and the vortex-like holes closed one by one.

Simultaneously, the skin on her back tore open, and five pairs of newborn dragon wings fully unfurled!

Her Third Form had finally taken shape completely.

Her body length was four hundred and twenty meters, with a maximum wingspan of six hundred meters.

Crimson patterns flowed across her exoskeleton, and every bone plate contained power tempered within nuclear explosions.

More importantly, with the help of the energy from the Angel, the G-Virus finally generated an organ within her body that could convert radiation into its own energy.

All the vertical pupils on the dragon wings opened, reflecting the sky, the ocean, and this world.

She looked down at the Pacific Ocean, which was already filled with Kaiju corpses.

The Wormhole was still there, the Precursors were still there, and the war continued.

But she was no longer in a hurry.

Lilith raised her head, looking toward the rift connecting the two worlds in the distance, her lips slowly curling into a grin.

…

Above the Pacific Ocean, Lilith hovered before the Wormhole.

Twelve dragon wings flapped slowly, their six-hundred-meter wingspan blotting out the sky.

Below, the sea area filled with Kaiju corpses shimmered with an eerie blue fluorescence under the setting sun.

She glanced down, then looked up, her gaze locking onto the rift connecting the two worlds.

The Wormhole had stopped sending Kaiju.

The Precursors had clearly realized something; they were retracting their forces, preparing for her counterattack.

But Lilith didn’t plan to go in.

A civilization capable of creating a Wormhole and sending out Level 9 monsters was not one she could set foot in right now.

Destroying the Wormhole and the intersection of the two worlds would be enough.

On her back, the forest of bone blades lit up one by one.

From the tip of her tail to the top of her head, every bone spur trembled, and every pattern burned.

The venom, radiation energy, and crimson lightning in her Storage surged into her spine under the frantic output of three sets of organs, mixing together and compressing to the extreme.

Lilith opened her bloody maw.

Purple, black, and crimson—three differently colored beams converged, swirled, and fused in her mouth.

That wasn’t a simple energy attack; it was poison, radiation, and lightning—a brand-new power born from the fusion of the three.

The beam erupted from her mouth, passing through the Wormhole and blasting into the world on the other side.

At that moment, the sky on the other side of the Wormhole seemed to be torn apart.

The beam landed on the ground, exploding into a sphere of energy tens of kilometers in diameter.

Within the sphere, lightning leaped, poisonous mist spread, and radiation raged.

The shockwave overturned the earth, and the air currents tore the sky.

The Temple where the Precursors resided collapsed in the explosion. The Kaiju embryos still on the production lines were corroded by toxic mist and scorched by radiation, twisting, rotting, and dying in their culture dishes.

The shockwave rolled back, slamming into the edges of the Wormhole.

The rift, which had been maintained for untold years, began to collapse.

Its edges shattered and caved inward. Purple energy lightning leaped wildly within the rift, and then—the Wormhole closed.

The sea surface returned to calm, and the sky became clear again.

Lilith closed her massive mouth, and the beam dissipated.

She looked down at the Kaiju corpses floating on the sea, her dragon wings flapping lightly as her massive body swept across the water.

One, ten, a hundred.

All Kaiju corpses of Level 5 and above were collected into her System Inventory.

Those below Level 5 were left for the Reincarnators as a gift.

Having done all this, Lilith hovered in mid-air and took one last look toward the Dragon Country.

The setting sun dyed that land gold.

She withdrew her gaze, and her youthful voice rang out over the empty Pacific Ocean.

“System, return.”

White light engulfed her body.

There was no farewell, nor any redundant words.

The silver-white giant beast vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the sea dyed blue.

And the large number of Kaiju floating on the sea, witnessing the fierce battle that had taken place.

…

Hong Kong Base.

Sterk rushed into the command room, his fingers tapping frantically on the keyboard.

The satellite redirected, and images were transmitted. When the real-time images of the Pacific Ocean appeared on the screen, he froze.

Blue.

The entire Pacific Ocean, from the nearshore to the open ocean, from the surface to the deep sea, was entirely blue.

That wasn’t the color of the ocean; it was the blood of the Kaiju.

Fluorescent blue blood covered tens of thousands of square kilometers of the sea.

Then there were the Kaiju corpses, almost covering the entire sea surface, dense and endless.

He stared blankly at the screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time without descending.

How many Kaiju had to be killed to dye the entire Pacific Ocean this color?

What kind of fierce battle was required to cover almost the entire sea area with Kaiju corpses?

He didn’t dare to imagine.

He quickly switched screens, searching every corner of that sea area.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

The life signal of the Level 9 monster had disappeared.

Her life signal had also disappeared.

Sterk slumped into his chair, his eyes glazed.

That Little Girl—the one who liked eating Chinese food, drinking milk tea, and putting on a serious face to act like an adult—had used her life to protect the entire world.

Outside the window, ten Heavy Mechas were returning to the port.

The Reincarnators climbed out of their cockpits, covered in blood and exhausted.

They looked up toward the Pacific Ocean, remaining silent for a long time.

The Swarm was still gnawing on the Kaiju corpses on the sea surface.

Those giant insects acted like scavengers, devouring all the remaining monster corpses and slowly restoring cleanliness to the polluted waters.

All the soldiers stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the sea, toward the Pacific Ocean.

When that powerful Level 9 aura vanished, they knew—she wasn’t coming back.

Sterk walked out of the command room.

His pace was slow, every step heavy.

He stood on the high platform, looking down at the wounded soldiers, the mechas being recovered, and the blue-dyed sea.

A long silence ensued.

He spoke, his voice hoarse but steady, reaching everyone’s ears clearly.

“Listen to my orders. From this day forward, Lilith will be the faith of our entire Blue Star. She is the hero who led Blue Star out of death.”

“She deserves the reverence of all mankind. She is the guardian god of humanity.”

He paused and looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

“I have decided to erect a statue for her. Let the world remember her forever, and remember her contribution to all of humanity and the entire Blue Star.”

Silence.

Then, a hysterical roar erupted.

The soldiers bellowed and roared, shouting with all their might.

Some were crying, some were laughing, some knelt on the ground, and some howled at the sky.

They were seeing off the hero, offering their final blessings to Lady Ink Dance.

The Reincarnators stood at the feet of the mechas, watching all this in silence.

They knew she wasn’t dead.

She had simply returned early.

But they wouldn’t breathe a word.

Let this world remember her forever.

Remember that silver-haired, red-eyed Little Girl; remember that maniac who single-handedly faced hundreds of thousands of Kaiju; remember the one who protected the entire planet with her life—the G-0 Tyrant…

…

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by.

The setting sun sank below the horizon.

The blue-dyed ocean shimmered with a faint fluorescence in the twilight; the environmental issues following the war would be a major test for humanity.

But everyone was looking forward to a bright future, a beautiful day.

The Wormhole was closed, the Kaiju had disappeared, and the war was over.

The Reincarnators had also left.

But before they left, Sterk gifted them those mechas tailored for them, after upgrading and modifying them.

He stood on the base’s walkway, looking at the tall statue in the distance.

That statue standing by the sea would forever remind this world.

Once, there was a Little Girl who came here and saved this world…