Chapter 865: The Dream Should Awaken

The Colorless Will paid absolutely no attention to whether this body could hold up for much longer.

It didn't care at all about such reckless expenditure, even if victory would damage Its true body in the process. Nor did It care whether the other True Gods watching It might take the opportunity to raid Its true body.

【Colorless】only wanted to obtain Ye Qiyan.

This obtaining was not about binding his freedom.

It simply wanted to give its power to this human.

Then let him continue forward freely, until he surpassed It, defeated It!

【Colorless】lamented inwardly, 【"What a pity this body is so frail! If only you could have appeared and grown to this point a hundred thousand years earlier, to do battle with my true body—what a fortunate thing that would have been?"】

Twelve Eyes' divine corpse grew increasingly shattered.

The body itself had already died the instant the head was severed, yet It forcibly controlled it through sheer spirit and will.

But all of this had its limits.

As Ye Qiyan continuously switched between his weapons.

The Tear-Engraving Sword, Moon Veil, Black Ebony.

The attacks of all three fell endlessly upon the Colorless Will's body.

Ye Qiyan felt fatigue, but his spirit remained fully charged.

He knew that if he kept consuming like this, he wouldn't win. Because Colorless's power was simply too vast—as long as it kept flowing endlessly into this body, no matter how many wounds were inflicted, they could be restored to full.

So when Colorless condensed its long blade, soared into the sky for another collision with Ye Qiyan, and the two locked in stalemate midair—

【Weapon Switch·Black Ebony】

【True Name Recitation】

【Black Sun!】

The Glory bullet was loaded into the chamber.

Above the 【Judge】within the Ring of Blasphemy, the mark of Justice suddenly blazed bright!

【Judgment of Gunfire!】

【Additional Verdict Power!】

【Module·Guilt of the Innocent Added!】

【Its sins are countless】

【It... is a True God】

【Verdict! Restore Sealing!】

This shot was destined to hit.

Because Ye Qiyan had grabbed hold of the Colorless Will's arm, and at the cost of one-third of his life once again, he aimed Black Ebony directly at Its heart.

"Black Sun!"

No aiming needed.

Because Colorless never dodged.

Even though It sensed the power erupting from that Blasphemy Card—power enough to shake even It.

The Colorless Will used this wound to pierce through the defenses of the Wandering Star Holy Sigil.

This was the first time It had truly touched Ye Qiyan's body.

Boom!

The energy shockwave separated the two.

The Colorless Will looked at the blood on Its hand, felt this body that could no longer recover, and burst into loud laughter.

"Excellent. It seems I only have one life left now. But Ye Qiyan, the dream of this tiny world is also about to end, isn't it?"

Ye Qiyan pulled out a Golden Apple and took a bite, then fished out one of Shaya's lollipops and tossed it into his mouth.

This battle had already lasted a long time.

Colorless was right.

This world was merely a tiny fragment of the Golden Tribe's primordial world.

The dream constructed by 【Dreamweaver】had already dimmed considerably under Ye Qiyan's relentless consumption.

"Defeating you is more than enough."

His wounds healed back to perfect condition, and the injuries infected by the Fading Power were also repaired by Shaya's healing lollipop.

The Colorless Will could no longer restore that body. That meant when this vessel shattered completely, it would represent Its defeat.

The Golden Tribe on the battlefield seemed to sense something.

They looked at each other, looked at the sky, looked at the land they had lived upon.

Beside Augustine, the youth wielding a long sword stood atop a mountain of corpses. He planted the sword at the summit, then turned his gaze toward Augustine.

"It seems this beautiful dream should come to an end."

Augustine's condition at this moment was utterly miserable. With only one arm remaining, it stood among the Faded Apostles, gripping the Flame Spear, still maintaining that haughty knightly bearing.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. Please, on our behalf, convey our gratitude to your master. Rather than rotting beneath the earth, curling up in the dust in a cowardly and ugly manner, burning everything we have on the battlefield is the most beautiful end for us Golden Tribe."

The youth raised his hand and removed the glory laurel crown from atop his head.

"I don't know why these don't disappear, but here, take these. They should be good for crafting a new arm."

The laurel crown hovered above the golden sword.

Then, the youth's figure gradually turned ethereal.

He walked forward, charging toward those seemingly endless Faded Apostles, erupting with the last golden radiance of his existence.

Similar scenes kept happening all around.

Knights laughed heartily as they charged into the enemy ranks.

Scholars completed their final calculations upon the ground.

The Blacksmith's hammer left one last streak of gold upon The Hunt's armored scales.

...

The dream.

Should awaken.

【Defiance·Elegy of Grief】

A movement both sorrowful yet not despairing rang out from the Inverted Cross suspended in the sky.

The Dream Trace of 【Dreamweaver】emitted its most dazzling golden light.

【Blasphemy Card·X·Dreamweaver】

Third Ability

【Elegy】

【Consuming that trace of dream-scar, the world of the End shall offer up [everything], playing for itself that eternal elegy.】

The final elegy resonated with the aria of Defiance.

That trace of dream-scar flew into Ye Qiyan's hand.

Spirit and Stamina.

All his stats reached their final critical point in this moment.

The Colorless Will knew that this was the world's final revenge against It.

But It still chose not to dodge.

"Come! I shall accept this revenge from the world that met its End because of me!!"

A deep breath.

The sounds around him seemed to vanish entirely.

Ye Qiyan closed his eyes. He seemed to be standing on a dark road.

One by one, members of the Golden Tribe walked toward him from the opposite direction.

The leading knight uncle clapped him heartily on the shoulder.

"Thanks! I'll buy you a drink later. Ah, wait, we're dead, can't drink anymore, hahaha!"

The scholar lady wearing a monocle offered him a smile.

"This dream was quite nice. At least it let me see a different world. Oh right, I finished the output calculations for that beast machine I gave you. Those shield abilities should work better now."

One after another, the Golden Tribe walked past him, every face filled with contented smiles.

They walked behind Ye Qiyan, returning to that already-ended fate.

Until finally, the golden-haired youth stopped before him.

"By the way, that guy called Colorless seems to have gotten one thing wrong."

"What thing?"

Ye Qiyan looked at him.

The youth smiled faintly.

"We never hated Them. Even though They brought that End, even though our race and civilization were wiped out because of it—back then, we became complacent due to our innate strength. We stood in the way of that forward path, utterly intoxicated with ourselves.

But you see, humans, you are different.

There will surely come existences in the future that wish to bring about your End.

I, the Chief Laurel of the Final Generation's Glory of the Golden Tribe, can now say this with certainty."

The youth took a step forward, walking toward the Golden Tribe members who were beckoning to him.

"You will never follow in our footsteps. Ye Qiyan, I wish your race eternal youth, forever moving forward.

Now, don't look back—go claim your victory!"

The voice gradually faded into the distance.

Ye Qiyan opened his eyes. The world had returned to the way it looked when he first arrived.

The dream had awakened. But this unreasonable dream had already offered him everything.