Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 578 - 203. Canyue Annihilation Battle (4)

Chapter 578: 203. Canyue Annihilation Battle (4)

Many people, due to a momentary advantage, end up losing the entire battle. Their narrow vision and arrogant attitude lead to their downfall.

Equipment and strength alone cannot determine the true direction of a battle.

Watching his son’s face gradually become clearer, Canyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Though there had been many twists and turns, in the end, at least he had won too much.

"Hahahaha, Leozi junior, you’re still too green—the final victor is me!"

Canyue ran up to Mo Zilan, and at the next moment, the heavy pressure of gravity suddenly fell upon him.

For him, this naturally didn’t count as much. With the advantage of Charm, this level of oppression was not enough to make him kneel.

Just as Canyue quickly ran up the steps, a flash of joy and relief appeared in Mo Zilan’s eyes.

—But his son Mo Zilan was only an ordinary Gamma Rank person.

The next moment, his body instantly shattered and fragmented.

Splatter!

Blood, internal organs, skin, hair, like a scattered puzzle, burst out instantly, drenching the approaching Canyue in blood from head to toe.

Canyue’s footsteps stopped in place.

He raised his hand, slowly touching the bloodstains on his face.

Fragments of lung hung on his shoulder, eyeballs rolled to his feet, brain matter dripped, splattering at the corners of his mouth. His body, his ears, eyes, everywhere he breathed, was his son—Mo Zilan.

"Sorry."

Li Aozi’s head reformed, his eyes lit up with golden rings, and his tone was calm yet carried a hint of confusion.

"You just said, who is the final winner?"

Canyue turned his head.

Both in Dictator Form, Li Aozi’s figure appeared taller and stronger than him, shrouded in an aura of disaster and doom. Gravity and spacetime lay submissively at his feet like servants.

More importantly, he saw the opponent’s hands.

Those hands, covered by Dictator Armor, slowly released clear moonlight.

"So... there really was no ’Du Zexin’."

Canyue’s voice was hoarse, but his tone was incomparably calm.

"It was you who interfered with my plan."

"It was you who infiltrated the campus and incited elemental riots."

"It was you who took Mo Zilan’s Arcane Energy and life."

Canyue spread his arms, incredulously asking.

"What kind of person are you—where does such deep hatred between us come from?!"

"You blew up my school, killed my classmates, and kidnapped my brothers and friends."

Li Aozi said strangely.

"Is that not enmity?"

"What is that then? You took my child! My only child!"

Canyue chuckled, his whole body exuding a dangerous aura. His tone was eerie, eyes vacant, repeatedly asking.

"Leozi, what kind of person are you?"

In the distance, Nastisha, who was in fierce battle, also noticed this scene. Seeing Canyue’s child being killed, she let out a heartfelt laugh, feeling much relieved, and then quickly reminded.

"Don’t answer him, child, leave now, his Arcane Energy is about to go out of control!"

Leave?

Lucite and Hobbs were both in the hands of the enemy. How could he leave?

"Earlier, you said to Lucite, he is just an NPC, and you are a player, right?"

Li Aozi put down his weapon, drawing the Sword of Destiny Awakening from the Void. Zaniya sighed but still obediently cooperated with him.

"So what?" Canyue said coldly. "This world has always been ruled by elites. I merely stepped into this game before you."

Game.

From the moment he arrived in this world, Li Aozi had, for a long time, also played through life with such a mindset.

Until each companion fell, witnessing life and death firsthand, and even himself could not escape.

Among the countless beings, he was indeed unique, with more knowledge and experience as a person reborn from another world.

But there were far too many people in the universe more unique than him.

Gradually, he also learned the rules of this universe, integrating into the native groups, communicating with people, becoming friends, enjoying a peaceful life of learning and living, and performing a legend that belonged only to him.

Both life and legend.

However, Canyue, along with successive crises, tore apart his peaceful life.

"A game, huh? Hmm—indeed."

Li Aozi looked ahead, his long sword beside him, casually saying.

"Then, I am both an NPC and a player."

—Living life as an NPC, writing a legend as a player.

"...Ha?" Canyue exclaimed strangely. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"You are merely a player in life, but I—am a player from the ’Starry Abyss.’"

Li Aozi lifted his long sword, and atop the Dictator Armor, his figure was wrapped once more by ferocious metal armor.

[Zaniya.]

"True name activated! Vivid Demon Iron Monarch!"

Zaniya said solemnly.

"In the name of Lichi Peak, we will hammer and forge the entire world!"

Blood-red magical light spread rapidly from Li Aozi’s body, absorbing various metal elements. The crimson magical light continuously intertwined and entangled, crossing and crisscrossing.

"Fiery Demon Iron King Kalachia descends upon the world, all mortals and ants must bow and kowtow!"

The giant god of metal was summoned, chaotic patterns of black iron and red electricity covering its entire body. It grinned wickedly, painting Li Aozi’s figure with a layer of villainous red.

[Vivid Demon Iron Monarch: Activated]

"Hey, Leozi."

Zaniya said softly.

"I don’t want to lose a third Sword-bearer."

[So?]

"Don’t die."

Zaniya said.

"I like how you face challenges head-on, moving against the current—but right now, I really hope you retreat and avoid the danger, making me like you less. This battle is not one you should be part of."

"Uwaaahhhhh!"

Canyue’s form rapidly disintegrated, his Arcane Power overflowing, his flesh no longer constrained, bursting forth with a bright azure glow, flesh like octopus tentacles, tearing open spacetime rifts.

Canyue’s form rapidly swelled, a large number of Growth-armored Vanguards surged towards him, consumed by his flesh. He—it, grew larger and larger, eventually shedding even its humanoid form, completely transforming into a monstrous beast of another dimension.

[Warning: Sequential Arcane Energy out of control! Detecting impending disaster! Immediate evasion recommended!]

Li Aozi swung his sword, whirling it like a knight, blood and ferrous ions became his cape. With determined steps, he strode into the battlefield.

[Zaniya, in the future, don’t ask whether something should or shouldn’t be done.]

Magic intertwined with artillery, lightning and blood wept, Nastisha and the Night Butterfly soldiers fought fiercely, storms raging in the Dark Realm.

The monstrous beast of Canyue, twisted with octopus-like tentacles, stood on six limbs, covered with eyes of all kinds. Human teeth formed a carapace all over its body. Just from observing from a distance, a profound sense of physiological discomfort would rise within anyone.

It was an indescribable painting, requiring extraordinary courage to step into.

"I am able and—that is enough."