Chapter 210: Chapter 37 Ants_3
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A giant light gate, brilliant with color, stood amidst the vast vacuum.
Above the base of the light gate, as broad as a expansive plaza, there were more than four hundred bubbles of light.
Each light bubble housed a defeated apprentice, some crestfallen, others with missing limbs, or with gaping holes through their chests and abdomens.
The circumstances varied greatly from one to another.
The one thing they all shared in common was that they retained their consciousness, and were currently viewing everything happening inside the “World” through a giant screen.
Hundreds of beams of white light projected from the screen.
Hundreds of light bubbles instantaneously appeared on the base of the light gate.
Brushing off his discomfort, Link immediately surveyed his surroundings, verifying whether the environment was safe or not.
Then he looked carefully at the latest notification on his wristwatch.
Following that, he shifted his attention to the giant screen, observing the changes in the “World”.
The “World’s” pace of time appeared to have accelerated.
Link felt as though he was watching a video on fast-forward, as the “plot” rapidly played out.
He saw,
The impact of a sudden rise in temperature beginning to spread throughout the entire world.
Water sources were visibly drying up at an alarming rate.
Vegetation was wilting, utterly listless.
Large carnivores, unable to bear the water loss caused by the high temperature, rushed en masse towards the rivers and lakes, frantically lapping up water in a desperate attempt to quench their thirst and cool down.
Quite a number of Giant Beasts died on their way.
Some died of dehydration, others fought among themselves to the death.
The situation with the water shortage was becoming more dire.
Vast swaths of plants withered and died.
Herbivorous animals, starved of food, started collapsing en masse.
Smaller carnivores, who had lost their food source, became a source of food for medium-sized carnivores.
Large carnivores began hunting medium-sized carnivores regardless of the loss and damage they suffered.
The largest carnivores, starved and parched nearly to the point of immobility, were left with nothing but to await their deaths.
The “World’s” demise was imminent, right before his eyes.
Link’s emotions suddenly turned overwhelmingly complex.
Even though he always felt a sense of estrangement, and had never fully integrated into the Wizard World.
The shock from killing people seemed no different from killing characters in a game’s storyline in his previous life.
But to witness a “World”, even one teetering on the brink of destruction, accelerate towards its own end due to his own plan—
This feeling was hard to put into words.
In Link’s heart, the joy from having consecutively completed two mainline tasks had now vanished.
The origin of the World.
The place that the giant screen was not broadcasting.
The jade-like color of the God Slayer’s skeleton gradually faded away, close to reverting back to the state of aged bones prior to his awakening.
Calling upon the God Killer Sword as a furnace to roast the World’s Origin placed a significant burden on the God Slayer.
Especially with an Insect God, profoundly linked with the World’s Origin, sparing no efforts in converting the remnant divine power, the vitality transformed from the Origin Power accumulated over more than a thousand years, in a struggle against the furnace’s blazing heat.
This undoubtedly intensified the God Slayer’s expenditures.
However, the God Slayer never really cared for these expenses.
Power was something he had never actively sought after.
Not until hundreds of beams of white light descended from the sky, carrying away all the strangers from different worlds.
The two flickering flames in the eye sockets of the God Slayer paused abruptly.
After a moment, the flames resumed their flicker.
The God Slayer slowly looked up at the sky.
It was as if he saw two golden eyes, roughly as large as this world in its prime.
Eyes that were detached and devoid of emotion.
Only at this moment, did the God Slayer truly awaken.
With his character, how could he have easily believed in a stranger from a different world, and have enforced the so-called “Destructive Rescue” plan?
It seemed he had been subjected to a suggestion that as long as the logic was consistent, it could be entirely accepted.
It turns out that his thoughts were being manipulated.
The God Slayer locked gazes with the tremendously large golden eyes, feeling as if he had returned to being an insignificant ant.
An ant that could be trifled with, and easily crushed to death.
The “being” trifling with him was no different from the gods he once faced.
Indifferent and emotionless, they watched as countless living beings perished.
“Hahaha…”
The Insect God broke free from its constraints, letting out a piercing mocking laughter, “You and I are both mere ants.”
The God Slayer waved his hand, the God Killer Sword, previously taking the form of the furnace, morphed automatically into Pure Black Wings, carrying the God Slayer upwards towards the sky.
An ant could be deceived and could be crushed to death.
But it would let out a noise before its death.