Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 494 - 131. Welcome to Descend

Chapter 494: 131. Welcome to Descend

He stood unsteady, having just undergone the chaotic purification that felt like burning fire. His entire porcelain-like skin had not healed, resulting in large patches of deep blue muscle groups hardening directly in the vacuum, forming a thin layer of blue armor.

Perhaps because he had only just been born, his consciousness was not very clear, and his mind was filled with the pain brought by chaos. He twisted his neck and, after a long while, slowly spoke:

"...Name."

"You are not worthy of one yet. Our knowledge is still insufficient. Names are reserved for those who hold dominion."

The newborn deity raised his head, his silver face armor reflecting the red-black sun:

"Starry Abyss promised that every Spiritual Warrior fighting for it would enjoy authority and a divine name."

"Objection. The war situation is urgent. 10752, you must immediately head to the Azama Estefan battlefield to support the God of Deep Water and Sea Beasts, Oshen."

The red-black sun spoke emotionlessly:

"You have no choice, newborn god."

"Going to the front lines requires adequate training, weapons, mandate, and a divine name. Without them, it will affect the war effort."

insisted:

"Starry Abyss needs victory. The dead are everywhere. Purely going to die has no meaning for victory."

"This is erroneous. Starry Abyss wants you to die. Go quickly."

The newborn deity stubbornly said, "Dying now is inefficient; it will only waste Starry Abyss’s essence."

"You have no choice," the red-black sun mechanically said. "Even if it’s inefficient, as long as it’s Starry Abyss’s order, it is correct. I am merely conveying it."

"10752, Starry Abyss commands you to go and die."

Before 10752 could continue to argue, the red-black sun had already spread out countless tendrils, one of which wound around 10752’s waist, pulling him into the midst of the stars.

"Haines Headquarters, branch out a timeline, dispatch one Spiritual Warrior to Azama Estefan."

did not resist. From the most rational thinking, no deity could resist the power of Temporal Tree Galot. As long as it extended a tendril, it was equivalent to creating a timeline.

He merely turned his head, looking at the place he had never stayed for even a second but had to protect with his life.

It was a sea of dreams, different from the wild, burning place of chaos.

To be rational: one could say that was the standard of beauty.

The tendril stretched into a straight line, piercing through the cosmic dimensions. The timeline was successfully established. Then, 10752 was released. He silently picked up a tattered, possibly hand-me-down longsword from the ground and started walking along the timeline.

He emotionlessly observed the historical fragments close at hand, seeing his fellow deities fall one by one under the might of the Destroyer without even the strength to resist. They were crushed and trampled by the Destroyer’s followers one after another.

They were dying, faithfully executing the will of the Starry Abyss.

Dying.

Rushing to the battlefield, lacking corresponding combat power, purely fighting the invaders with savage instinct to the death.

did not know what kind of emotion he felt. He observed his fellow deities’ deaths, feeling neither sorrow nor anger, but coldly recorded the causes of their deaths, the time they lasted under the invaders’ attacks, and which deities lasted longer.

This timeline spanned 200 years, and he walked for 200 years until he reached the end of the timeline.

Azama Estefan (meaning: Sweet Home)

Pop.

Like the sound of a bubble bursting, 10752 instantly fell into the stars. The scattered meteor fragments, affected by divine power, spread fiercely across the space battlefield.

"Leviathan is summoning us!"

The cosmic stars tore open a long, narrow wound. The pitch-black cosmos was suddenly illuminated by dazzling brilliance. A giant dragon, so massive that light chased after it, streaked across the starry sky with majestic phantom, occasionally stopping to reveal the exquisite and androgynous silhouette of a beautiful figure.

"Dragons, break through Haines and make the entire universe our new food!"

The platinum-haired beauty spread her arms, making the whole starfield as bright as daytime, rendering any move impossible. Countless giant dragons pounced, quickly entangling in a brutal fight with the Spiritual Warriors among the stars. They spat word spirits that immediately transformed into spellfire, tearing apart the newborn deities in mere moments, a single sweep of their tails decapitating them.

"Another new timeline has been set up. Very good! My children, seize the timeline and fold jump to Haines!"

The Celestial Dragons, standing tall in the void, needed no wings; their colossal forms alone were enough to dominate the stars. Each of their pairs of hands could shroud the sun, their chests bursting with the dazzling blue brilliance of helium-fusion cores. Under the leadership of the platinum-haired beauty, they stood tall, launching interstellar bombardments across star systems.

"Radiant Dragon, you and your offspring—shall not pass!"

Boom!

A fierce war hammer struck in the void, followed by a shattering like a broken mirror. Spacetime welcomed joyous fragmentation. The resentful sea water flooded into the galaxy, corroding and disintegrating the dragon’s hard bones and scales, raising a raging sea storm in this starry sky. Ferocious sea beasts emerged from the sea of resentment, tearing apart the dragons launching bombardments, dragging the Stardust Dragons into the abysmal deep sea of hate.

The Milky Way hung upside down, the torrent unceasing. Within the sea of resentment, an enormous figure arose, its octopus-like body covered in starfish and shellfish, its purple-black porcelain skin cracked and fissured like an underwater volcano, spewing molten iron. Its body was so vast that it had to support itself with one hand on the sun, slowly dragging its body out of the sea of resentment.

"Oshen, you can’t hold back anymore?" The Radiant Dragon woman laughed softly, her single hand entwining her platinum hair, her fingers repeatedly stirring the strands, making her look stunningly beautiful.

"Starry Abyss shall never halt."

Oshen slowly raised his war hammer, his thousands of tentacles twisting into a fist, and lifted a trident from the deep sea. Facing the Radiant Dragon’s taunting sneers, he showed no fear, courageously charging towards her.

His posture observed in the distant future, referred to as the Pearl Constellation.

Wugaa——

A dragon, affected by the impact, flew backwards, crashing onto a planet. The violent collision pierced the planet, its body molten by the stellar core’s molten iron, finally penetrating the surface and tumbling to rest on a meteorite in front of the coldly observing 10752.

Almost at the same moment, 10752 and the half-burnt dragon locked eyes.

"Sky, sun, strength!"

The dragon growled, its huge, injured body quickly shrinking, reverting to a dragonite sub-species. The injuries on its body also healed, swinging its bony double-blades towards 10752 at once!

nodded, lowering his body, his longsword concealed behind him, the tip touching the ground. As the dragonite pounced, sensing the intense sulfuric smell, he suddenly spun and drew his sword.

Swish!

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