Chapter 866: Congratulations, you won!

It was time for this to end.

Both Colorless's will and Ye Qiyan understood that now that Dream Trace had transformed into an Elegy, and now that His body could no longer continue to repair itself, this battle had already reached its conclusion.

Colorless's will no longer summoned more Apostles.

But the appearance of these monsters had never been merely to restrict Ye Qiyan's legion.

The monsters on the battlefield dissolved one after another.

They converged toward the place where He stood.

"This is the last one! Ye Qiyan! I have only ever believed in myself! The so-called Apostles are merely products divided from my power! This strike, there is absolutely no way you can stop it!"

He liked Ye Qiyan, yet did not speak any words asking the other to surrender.

Because that would be an insult to a warrior.

"Come to think of it, you do talk quite a lot, but... compared to that other guy, you're not nearly as annoying."

Power required a vessel.

The augmentation of Dream Trace had only this one final charge remaining.

Ye Qiyan held the Tear-Engraving Sword, and the Elegy of Dream Trace settled upon the sword's hilt.

Golden light enveloped it.

Like a blazing sun hanging overhead, even the moonlight of the Five Moon paled in comparison at this moment.

One stood in the heavens, the other stood upon the earth.

The Ring of Colorless appeared in the palm of His hand.

The power known as authority, after all the Apostles had dissolved, was now fully infused into this body.

Twelve Eyes' body continued to crack apart, like a breached dam, endlessly pouring out the blood of a divine corpse.

Colorless's will slipped the ring onto His finger, looked toward Ye Qiyan, and offered one final reminder.

"I am truly despicable. Even against a newcomer like you, I still resort to the power of authority. I apologize, Ye Qiyan. You are doomed to lose without question."

Authority?

Ye Qiyan gripped the Tear-Engraving Sword, now covered in Golden Power and burning scalding hot, revealing an excited, eager, fervent smile.

"Who said I don't have authority?"

Within the train's Storage Unit.

Two rings that had never been used heard the call of their master, crossing space to arrive before him.

[Cruel King - Asmodeus's Ring of Sovereignty (No Rank)]

[The King's Crown was shattered in this world, and the noble soul bound to the Throne has finally reached its end]

[The last Asmodeus has left you a gift]

[Upon wearing this ring, you may utilize the final authority of Cruelty]

[Uses remaining: 10/10]

[King of Glory (Hod)'s Ring of Sovereignty (No Rank)]

[After a world met its end, even the most powerful existence facing the End could only watch as its subjects, its world, its everything dissolved into nothing within the End]

[In the end, only glory remained]

[Upon wearing this ring, you may utilize the authority of the King of Glory [10/10]]

He wore both rings upon his fingers.

Colorless's will's voice suddenly fell into a brief silence.

But after that silence came an indescribable fervor.

"The King of Glory, and another King's authority I don't recognize. To think that I, who never participated in the downfall of the Hero race back then, could actually experience the royal authority of the Hero race here! Excellent! Absolutely excellent!!"

Dong! Dong!! Dong!!!

From somewhere unknown, the tolling of bells rang out.

Inside Ye Qiyan's train carriage.

The Final Spark and the Horn of the End both trembled in resonance with the power from the outside world.

Little Mingming emerged from the pistil and gave each of these restless items a firm smack.

"Ring-a-ling~"

And this represented only one thing.

The End had arrived.

"Come! Defeat me! Use this world's hatred! Use the authority you possess! Use the path you have walked! Ye Qiyan! Now, vanquish me! And keep moving forward!"

The moment the two Rings of Sovereignty appeared, Colorless's will was perfectly aware that with just the meager power He currently possessed, He would surely be defeated by Ye Qiyan.

After being defeated, His true body was destined to weaken for a period of time. Perhaps during that time, He would even be targeted by other True Gods, ultimately ending up in as embarrassing a situation as the Abyss.

He didn't care!

At worst, start over from scratch! At worst, begin again!

This time, He still would not dodge, would not retreat!

Behind Ye Qiyan materialized the crowns representing Cruelty and Glory. His body protested against his own will, and his stamina had reached its critical point.

Because this power was absolutely not something he could wield in his current state.

Even with his stamina and Spirit caps increased by 100 points, reaching 500 stamina, it was like an ordinary person jumping into a volcano - unbearable.

[Stamina: 1 (Critical Point!!)]

Any other Train Conductor with a 500 stamina cap would, at this moment, not even have the privilege of remaining conscious, let alone lifting a sword.

But...

He was Ye Qiyan.

He still had one point of Spirit left.

[Spirit: 1 (Shadow of the End) (Witness Truth and Falsehood)]

And standing on his shoulder... a miracle.

"Ring-a-ling~"

Mingming's tiny figure suddenly appeared on Ye Qiyan's shoulder. She affectionately stood on her tiptoes and pressed a Demon Spirit's blessing onto her master's scorching hot cheek~.

[Stamina: 500 (Locked)] [Spirit: 600 (Locked)]

The searing heat could no longer hinder Ye Qiyan's movements.

A golden beam of light shot straight into the sky!

The power of Cruelty and Glory also merged into the Tear-Engraving Sword.

On the solidified Ancient Battlefield, one after another, the Faceless People stopped their movements and raised their faces.

Streams of light merged into it, and the Faded End that had appeared due to the Colorless authority was instantly shattered under this multitude of powers!

Ye Qiyan gently shook his head, refuting Colorless's will's words. "You're wrong. Just now, the people of the Golden Tribe told me that they have never held hatred toward you."

"...Ha, hahahahaha!"

Colorless's will spoke no more. He erupted with His final fighting spirit, using this shattered Twelve Eyes divine corpse to swing His fist toward the human in the sky.

"Fall."

The colossal golden blade descended.

The moment Colorless's fist touched this sword, a dazzling light blanketed the entire world.

Tick, tock, tick... tock...

On the Forever Accurate Pocket Watch, the second hand spun three full circles.

The light faded.

There were no longer any figures in the sky.

Lisette and Eve searched for their master.

Standing upon the earth was only one person.

Black hair, black pupils, a human...

Ye Qiyan!

The victor was him!

"It seems I've won. Guys like you really are quite hard to kill."

Beneath Ye Qiyan, a black-and-white orb of light, like a guttering candle flame in the wind, was slowly fading away.

"Of course. I am the pinnacle, after all. Even though I don't like that name, congratulations, human. You win."