I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 833 - 833 832. Pure Fire

Chapter 833: 832. Pure Fire Chapter 833: 832. Pure Fire Old Song placed his hand on that set of armor.

Unlike Shia’s armor that was full of retro flavor, adorned with decorations and patterns, this one resembled a product of modern technological crystallization. Yet, the moment he touched it, the armor immediately split apart, forming countless tiny crystals like sand, spreading over Old Song’s body.

Lu Ban had thought it would be like nanotech armor from a sci-fi movie, but he soon realized he was wrong.

The crystals tore through Old Song’s protective gear, revealing his gray skin.

Upon the skin, deep blue veins burst forth.

The crystals burrowed into his flesh, like tendrils probing into his body.

As the crystals entered, Old Song’s veins gradually turned red.

In the next instant, those veins exploded.

Crimson blood splattered but did not fall to the ground; instead, it swiftly enveloped Old Song’s body.

His skin split open, muscles swelled, coiled, and bones began to proliferate. Along with the blood that wrapped around them, they formed armor that was a mixture of red and white.

The armor possessed both mechanical and biological aesthetics. On Old Song’s face, twisted flesh constituted a ferocious mask, with one large eye that was slightly rotating, and several tentacles extending from the back of his head, squirming in the air. If an ordinary person had seen it, they would likely have been scared half to death, fainting on the spot.

Lu Ban thought of monsters similar to aliens. Meanwhile, Old Song had already taken a gun from the weapon rack.

The firearm looked as if it was made from the backbone of some unknown creature, with vertebra by vertebra, tiny ribs forming the barrel, and the tail vertebra and pelvis serving as the stock and trigger.

Without pause, Old Song raised the muzzle and fired several beams of light from the rifle-like weapon without even pulling the trigger.

The beams hit the monster in front of him, exploding violently, and mushroom clouds burst from the ground. In moments, not even remains of the creatures were left, just a thick fog lingering.

However, the fog quickly condensed back into those fierce and terrifying monsters.

These creatures were like the filth that Lu Ban had encountered, impossible to eradicate. Even if slain, they would immediately come back to life, and even the Pollution from the Ancient Overlords could not stop them.

Unless…

“Pure Fire.”

Lu Ban thought of the pale flames.

Referred to as “Ash Fire” in the Splendid Realm, on He Dao, only the chosen Shrine Maidens had full control of it, a flame cultivated from the ultimate hatred and resentment of those pitiful girls.

At least in Lu Ban’s knowledge, this substance could burn away filth and withstand these monsters.

The giants of the Splendid Realm were still fighting, with various eerie weapons shining brightly, eradicating the ugly creatures in an instant — but in the next moment, all the monsters would revert to their original form, or even turn more terrifying. The defensive line kept falling back, and even the heavy bombardment from their ships could only disperse and reform a wider range of monsters.

Behind Old Song, pale bone wings without membranes had grown, armed with sharp spines that dug deep into the ground. It seemed they were either stabilizing his stance or drawing nutrients from the earth, or perhaps expelling the inner heat and Pollution to the ground.

Around him, several floating turrets emitted forces strong enough to level the island thousands of times over, but striking those monsters was like punching the air. He had retreated to the edge of the beach, with nowhere left to go.

Beyond that point was the Taviel Time Anchor.

If those filth destroyed the Taviel Time Anchor, then the time anchoring here would surely disappear, the Pollution would directly leak out and rapidly spread, swallowing the entire planet in a short time.

A giant was engulfed by vile creatures, and in an instant, a storm erupted around his armor, attempting to drive away the monsters, but the storm was unable to withstand the endless tide of creatures. Soon, accompanied by a few gunshots, there was silence.

The sun was obscured by a black surge, and He Dao was on the brink of annihilation.

Baobao stood on the beach, watching this scene with anticipation.

Lu Ban knew that now he had no choice.

Only by creating Pure Fire here was there any possibility of saving this world.

In the following centuries, He Dao would linger on the verge of death because of the Pure Fire that Lu Ban brought, and Amber and Red Leaf would die tragically because of the method Lu Ban brought to continue the world.

He had to witness the budding of the Divine Sakura.

He suddenly understood why Baobao had followed him here and why she had helped him send the awakening Outer God back but left behind this mess of vile creatures.

Because Baobao, the incarnation of the Outer God, wanted to see with her own eyes Lu Ban pushing this Foreign Domain into the abyss of struggle.

She wanted to witness Lu Ban destroying all beautiful things with his own hands, the process of fulfilling the closure of destiny.

For an Outer God who considered the most intense emotions the finest delicacy, what could be more attractive than this?

The giants of the Splendid Realm were overwhelmed by vile creatures, these vanguards of the most advanced civilization devoured, torn apart, becoming fodder for the vile creatures.

Old Song was still fighting, but he also knew that this was a battle doomed to fail.

He finally realized that civilization could never fight against the Corrosion of Pollution; everything his world had done, just like what he was doing now, was futile.

“Ah!!!”

Old Song roared, and all the weapons around him fired at once, the vile creatures gathering more and more like an unstoppable torrent.

In an instant, Old Song was overwhelmed by the torrent, even his roar muffled.

Within that chaotic scene, Old Song saw a flame.

The flame was pale but seemed to condense countless colors, more splendid than the starry sky yet as silent as the abyss.

The flame nonchalantly touched the vile creatures, then the twisted monsters were ignited.

The burning monsters did not dissipate but froze mid-action, turning into kindling, burning quietly.

The flames spread and expanded, like a grand finale, the vast sea of vile creatures purified by the clear flames, turning into a pale ocean.

Not only the vile creatures, but even the earth, sea, air, and sunlight were ignited by the flame, becoming its fuel.

Within the flames, a figure fell from the half-empty vile creatures, his body mutilated, his armor battered and torn, falling onto the beach and leaving a massive crater.

The buzzing of the Taviel Time Anchor stopped, the sky began to tear apart, the stagnant stars began to rotate, and the light of dawn peeked through the fissures.

The dim sun also faded under the pale light of the fire.

From then on, nothing would exist here, only the fire quietly burning.