novelGlobal Chapter 1096 271: Welcome to Our World (Part 2)
Chapter 1096 271: Welcome to Our World (Part 2)
"The Kania people also think so."Ethan said outright, "If with everything we have now, we can't come to a conclusion, then with strong faith, believe that in the future we will find the answer."
In fact, the Kania people did the same.
They eventually awaited Bazatous' 'gift', achieving their ultimate pursuit of immortality, transforming their bodies along with everything they knew into writhing masses of flesh.
"What if you've already found the answer now?"
Ethan asked again, "What if today's Holy City is the final answer, creating a premise where everyone is happy and civilized, but it requires cutting away most of people's souls?"
The Lord of the Holy City didn't answer, but everyone present knew his choice, "You would do it without hesitation because, for you, nothing can surpass your calculated results."
A savior with endless life, a combination of immense power and firm will, believing he could choose on behalf of everyone, seeing himself as a Messiah, and firmly believing everything he does is for righteousness...
"How could I possibly let you manage the place where I will live in the future?"
Ethan felt it was too early to define the future of civilization for himself, and perhaps many of his current thoughts would change with time, but he found it relatively easy to understand what he didn't want.
It was the appearance of the Messiah that made him determined.
The Messiah handed over an answer of a 'Paradise Society' with the Holy City, and during the time of his disappearance, the chaos in the First Special District explained everything.
Even those who hadn't had their souls cut away found it difficult to make any judgments of their own outside of the Lord of the Holy City.
Under the plans of the Lord of the Holy City, human civilization spanned more than half the galaxy, undoubtedly a brilliant achievement. However, upon close inspection, everything in this civilization, including humans themselves, was a reflection of the Lord's will.
Just like Lindong said, under the influence of the chemical gases, even if they lost their homes and family, even if they died of overwork, at the moment before death they would still be happy — the explanation from the Priests of the Sanctuary of Logic was that they could always see that beam of light shining into the darkness.
In this Paradise society, everyone could achieve happiness.
But here, happiness didn't matter, nor did humanity matter.
"Dear, you have to make a choice."
Sincaro sensed the energy gathering at the Demon Tower and for the last time extended an invitation to the Lord of the Holy City, "Merge with me, let us face it together — unfortunately, this time you must make a choice without calculations."
The Demon King reached for that unwavering light, just as his fingertips were about to touch it, a black cat rushed into the tower.
Its steps were silent, yet every mote of dust in the air quivered with its movements. Those heterochromic eyes reflected the tower's dome; it then lifted a paw, its movement light as a breeze, yet its claw tore open a dark, writhing fissure.
The fissure exploded with the sound of shattering glass, abruptly expanded, swallowing light and sound. Immediately, countless translucent black tendrils shot out from the breach, entwining the tower's base and columns, and though the tower's structure began to lean and twist, in defiance of physical laws, it was dragged inch by inch toward that void-opening crack.
"I'm sorry, Messiah."
The Lord of the Holy City vaguely heard a woman's voice, and the entire world was momentarily frozen at its emergence.
He ultimately couldn't touch the Demon King, as before he reached it, an azure brilliance streaming from the woman's bracelet barred the confluence of light and shadow, forming an impassable divide at that intersection.
The woman's voice sounded filled with sorrow, evoking the same emotion within his mind.
Since he had ruled the fate of the Holy City, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he last spoke face to face with her.
"Thank you, you've done well enough."
He met those eyes, shining like rubies, "Hereafter, let me personally correct past mistakes."
Meanwhile, the black cat elegantly returned to Ethan's shoulder. She raised her head, confronting countless eyes hidden in the opposing darkness.
She sensed hostility there, as well as a surge of energy surpassing any past adversary.
The space above the Node Space twisted from the Demon King's struggle, unable to easily close the torn rift, and the demons felt their master's summons, rushing into this unfamiliar world sequentially.
"Sincaro."
Ethan said, "Welcome to my world."
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On another side, the Red-eyed Demon, in conversation with the Chief Prosecutor through a mirror, had a moment of disorientation. It couldn't help but look upward, instinctively sensing that something significant was happening.
But now, it had to finish this conversation.
"Chief Prosecutor, you have to make a choice."
Even though it had already predicted the outcome of the conversation, the demon adept at peering into human hearts keenly discerned the Chief Prosecutor's inner confusion, panic, and envy. The Judges left in the Justice Department were few; they had respectively accepted the Tribe's invitation, eager to open up a new world with the highly capable leader they spoke of.
Even many civilians in the First Special District had been influenced, with several blocks now falling under the Tribe's control, and those corporate leaders no longer sought refuge from the Justice Department, instead paying a large sum in war expenses to the Tribe and providing them with vast material support.
In exchange, the Tribe's Warlord dispatched her patrols to those blocks, under whose protection demons were successively expelled.
"No one needs you anymore."
The Chief Prosecutor said, "I once gave you a choice, but you let the Tribe grow under your nose. Now, as a relic of the bygone era, I will offer you one final suggestion — go meet with the Commander-in-Chief of the Holy City Navy, he would surely be pleased to see you, and if all goes well, you might even catch a ride to this new era."
It derisively mocked the Chief Prosecutor's current predicament, "At least, neither you nor your few remaining subordinates will die in the upcoming bombardment."
Hesitation, humiliation, reluctance.
The Red-eyed Demon savored these delightful emotions from the Chief Prosecutor, the part it mastered best, a scene enacted countless times where in the end, those isolated humans would make the choice it hoped for.
The Chief Prosecutor faced the mirror, silent.
The Lord of the Holy City had completely left them. Not long ago, Monk Vidis tearfully informed him that the last strand of light in the darkness had vanished.
This meant that no one could stop the impending orbital bombardment, the Red-eyed Demon reminded him.
This was his last chance for survival.
Once the bombardment began, the surface of the First Special District would be decimated, and they would have nowhere to escape.
It was meant to crush the rising Tribe, as both demons and rebels felt threatened by the Tribe's rapid expansion, and that Tribe leader had taken away subordinates originally his, even depriving the Justice Department of its purpose.
The Chief Prosecutor took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
The Red-eyed visage in the mirror curled its lips into a victor's smile.
Yet, in the next moment, its smile froze on its face, the mirror on the desk shattered by a blast from a Nail Gun, a fully armed patrol unit from the Tribe stormed into the office.
The Chief Prosecutor suddenly opened his eyes, all the negative emotions vanished without a trace in an instant.
"You're right, today I'm making the most important decision of my life."
The Chief Prosecutor's gaze met the Red-eyed Demon's shocked expression in the mirror, filled with mockery, "To fight against this city until the last moment — I'm the Chief Prosecutor, how could I possibly bow to a mere few rebels?"