Chapter 861: Thank You, Ye Qiyan

As Colorless's will descended, those divine-pupil monsters were also affected by its power, transforming into even more powerful [Faded Beasts].

Even more...

[Colorless]'s true divine apostles were also gradually descending into this world.

Ye Qiyan's legions felt unprecedented pressure.

Even Eve and The Hunt found themselves in a bitter struggle against the overwhelming numbers of [Faded Beasts].

But all of this changed with the arrival of the Golden Tribe.

The first to receive aid was Scoundrel.

Equipped with numerous Divine Core armaments, it had originally been mistaken for an Apostle, but a scholar from the Golden Tribe quickly discovered its true nature and instead chose to fight alongside it.

"What a beautiful mechanical creation. Its interior is so ferocious, yet it possesses so many divine armaments while still maintaining its sense of self. Hmm? Absolute Supreme? What series is that? How strange... I really want to study it, but..."

"But our time is limited~ Hey, big fellow, we're here to help you. Remember... thank your master on our behalf, thank him for granting us this beautiful dream, for allowing us to see an interesting robot like you at the time of the End... truly... wonderful."

"ROAR!"

Scoundrel let out a roar. It seemed to understand these sudden reinforcements, as if... they were filled with sorrow?

The second was Lancelot. Several Golden Tribe members dressed as knights suddenly appeared amidst a radiant glory.

They blocked an attack aimed at a Wuzhong that had been caught off guard.

The middle-aged uncle leading them laughed heartily, removed his helmet, and looked at Lancelot with sparkling eyes.

"Haha, I never thought I'd find a knight of the Mech Realm here too. Being able to dream this dream is truly wonderful! Hey, big friend, when the battle is over, let's go grab a drink together!"

A female knight beside him was calculating something in a notebook. She shook her head and said with some regret:

"Captain, we're already dead. This is merely a dream of ours. Based on my perception and calculations of my own body, we are consuming the last traces this treasure vault escape-pod world left for us. So, we cannot drink."

The middle-aged uncle scratched his head awkwardly.

"Hey, that's true. Speaking of which, how exactly did we die?"

The female knight lowered her eyes and answered in a desolate tone:

"We lay on the ground, slowly disappearing, slowly rotting away."

"Mmm, then this time, we won't die such a shameful death."

He looked toward Lancelot and extended his fist.

"Friend, thank your master for me. Thank him for granting us a magnificent death."

Lancelot's eyes flashed with streams of data light. Finally, it too extended its fist toward the middle-aged uncle.

The middle-aged uncle revealed a brilliant smile, donned his helmet, raised his spear, and made his final declaration to the seven knights behind him.

"As knights, our end should be falling upon the path of the charge, not rotting away upon the earth!"

"Follow me! Charge!"

The seven Golden Tribe knights, atop their beloved warhorses, faced the grand moonlight hanging high in the heavens, and together with the Wuzhong legion, launched their final charge against the enemies ahead.

Next came Augustine.

Fighting the Faded Apostle alone, the Flame Spear in its hand had developed cracks. Despite possessing the body of the Abyss, it felt the sting of failure.

It loathed failure, because it would bring shame to its great master.

Thus, Augustine intended to self-destruct alongside its enemy. It was precisely at this moment that...

A youth of the Golden Tribe walked over.

"I never imagined I'd still have a dream like this... big fellow, don't self-destruct. Your master would be heartbroken."

Golden threads briefly bound the Apostle.

The youth smiled warmly, holding a golden longsword, with a laurel wreath representing glory shining brilliantly atop his head.

"You are...? A member of the Golden Tribe?"

The moment Ye Qiyan activated [Dreamweaver], his legions all knew what was happening.

So Augustine was not surprised that a Golden Tribe member appeared here.

"Yes, I am the last Chief Laurel of the Golden Tribe's final generation. Though... it holds little meaning now."

The youth's tone was filled with peace.

"How about leaving this one to me? When this dream comes to an end, please convey my thanks to your master, for granting us beings who have already met the End... a beautiful dream."

He walked toward the Faded Apostle that had broken free of its bindings.

"This is my enemy."

Augustine did not retreat. Within its cracked Flame Spear flowed scorching, searing "blood."

"A knight cannot retreat."

The youth smiled softly. "Very well then, let us do it together."

Similar scenes unfolded everywhere.

Golden Tribe mages commanding thunder fought alongside Sky-Resonant Thunder Eagle, detonating lightning above the clouds.

"Thanks, big bird! This is my final thunderbolt! Help me thank your master for letting me unleash it all, hahaha!"

A girl in military uniform wielding countless weapons stood with Eve, pouring out suppressive fire to annihilate the Faded Beasts surging endlessly from the ground.

"Your weapon is really nice, especially that Eternal Cutter. Huh? Was it a gift from your master? Hehe, seems your master has quite good taste! Thank him for me~ Being able to die in battle is truly wonderful."

A Golden Tribe blacksmith holding a hammer stared at The Hunt with gleaming eyes. As his hammer swung, resplendent golden patterns continuously appeared across The Hunt's armor.

"Whew~ So cool. I used to want to build a mechanical dragon too, but it seems I never got the chance. Hehe, thank your master. Since I'm already dead anyway, this is my prized golden-patterned armor."

A bare-handed martial artist blocked Decisive's path. She examined its form, then nodded.

"Pure metallic muscle, not bad. What a pity—if I were still alive, I could have a proper spar with you. Hey, big fellow, how about we compete to see who kills more? And... thank you."

The Nano Giant Sting Bees, the Raven Duo, Bedivere, and even Frost Sky White Bear, along with the transformed Nefeti...

The Golden Tribe appeared beside Ye Qiyan's [Traces].

In total, seven hundred and seventy-seven.

Each and every one of them brimmed with passion and confidence.

They knew this was merely a dream, that they had long since died.

But...

[Thank you]

[Ye Qiyan, thank you for weaving this beautiful dream for us]

Pure conviction continuously converged toward Ye Qiyan.

At this very moment, he could see everything happening in all places, perceiving every battle.

Colorless's will standing across from him fell into silence. He too was aware of everything occurring in this world at this moment.

But He was not angry. On the contrary, He felt joy.

"Fascinating. A power I have never seen, never witnessed before. This power can even negate the End that has already occurred, allowing the Golden Tribe, who had already met their End, to manifest once more—even if only for a short time, even if truth and falsehood matter not.

But... Human! Ye Qiyan! I acknowledge you! Do you realize what a magnificent feat you have accomplished?"

"You are quite impressive! But precisely because of that! I will not hold back! I will fight you with every ounce of power this will brings to this body!

I! Will make you my Apostle, my one and only Apostle!"

[Colorless]

A pinnacle of the Wasteland Species.

An existence judged by the System as a True God.

Throughout his endless years, the emotion known as [Joy] had been felt only three times.

The first was at his birth.

The second was when he refused the pinnacle.

The third is right now.