Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 675 - 288. The battle will continue

Chapter 675: 288. The battle will continue

"Gray snow, dancing in the pulse."

Fiery iron rain streaked across the sky; they dragged crimson tails, like scars slashing through the heavens, crashing heavily onto the ground. The commandos kicked open the hatch, seized their wands and rifles, and charged toward the settlement.

"The mirror illuminates hidden childhood."

Prisms expanded from the deck of the mothership, unfurling like petals, the runes linked and resonated one after another, drawing out the power of the magic energy, thereby activating the central ’Pistil’ crystal. Based on the Morse Fort effect, endless power was extracted from the crystal.

"A pencil falls into the seam of the sofa."

In an instant, purple-red magical light descended from the sky, incinerating and scorifying the city evenly. Hills melted into shattered glass, and the radiation from the magic energy formed visible blue shock waves, reverberating across the earth continuously.

"Never to be seen again, like time."

The dilapidated apartment buildings of the city evaporated in an instant, sewers flowing with sewage and excrement obliterated in a flash. The beams of destruction penetrated the ground, delving hundreds of meters deep, where the magic energy swept through like waves, scouring the geological cracks, annihilating worms, lungfish, and spirulina, eradicating every living thing impartially.

"Those who walk forward, may sunlight accompany you on your way,"

The Descenders laughed and chatted, rampaging through forests and fields; they raised their machine guns and wands, shouting, "Happy times begin now," "A1 high flash, give me a pear syrup," "Nature creates everything to nurture humanity," pouring fire upon anything still moving with impunity.

"Green sunlight, penetrating through veins."

The fleeing people sought refuge in the fortress of the Church; priests frantically tended to the refugees, bewildered by the players descending from the heavens.

"So many heretics on the Demon’s Path, they’re everywhere."

They muttered, the powerful heretics terrified them with both their technology and strength, making them momentarily consider surrender.

"You should not retreat, for the wind will bring failure back."

Thunk-thunk—

The sound of a guitar resonated through the chapel; under the watchful eyes of all, rock musicians mingled among the crowd stood out silently, lifting their guitars like warriors brandishing rifles.

"No more retreat, never come back."

The Church.

Rock.

Once mortal enemies who wished to see the other dead now extended their hands toward each other, clasping them tightly.

"Green sunlight will illuminate your future."

Purple sunlight streamed through the glass tiles, rendering through the stained glass, leaving only a serene green hue.

Smash!

The doors and windows shattered. Players burst into the chapel with raucous laughter, greeted by the thunderous end of rock and the howls of wandering souls.

"From now on, never speak of failure again."

Year 109, September 19.

After fifty years, through the efforts of seven generations of Xia Beiluo, at this moment, the traditional forces of the strange Church and the reformers of the rock bands finally reached a consensus, shaking hands and bravely facing the invaders from the Starry Abyss.

The Shaman wielded the torch sword, thunderously cursing the heretic demons. Spirit Mediums summoned silent spectres, legions of ghosts obscuring the sky rose from hell, shouting and charging at armored vehicles.

"Comrades, stand up!"

Stirring rock music played across the battlefield. Guitarists, screaming with hoarse voices, sent tremors to the soul:

"We shall never fall here, stand up and fight until the last moment!"

"No one but the deities can make us kneel! Not even the visitors from the starry sky!"

"Ziluo Star still stands on Earth! These heretics will gain nothing but corpses and endless scorched earth!"

Bullets whistled through the air, tearing resisting bodies into fragments. Mages in heavy armor held their wands, unleashing magical flames to incinerate incoming ghosts into oblivion. Griffins soared across the sky, dropping magic bombs on shelters and bunkers, teleportation arrays flared up everywhere, and agile assault squads swarmed the streets and alleys, ruthlessly eliminating every defiant soul among the ruins.

"They resist so fiercely."

A player, swinging his blade, decapitated a member of the Redemption Army, then shot a crazed bassist in the distance with his implant gear machine gun, unable to help but complain:

"This music gives them too many buffs; it’s turning mortals into warriors."

"After all, the system shows these rock band members as units of Society Citizens." Another replied casually: "Thanks to the experience on Baizhu Star, where the Society corrupted many mortals. Some people hesitated to fire and were wiped out by the corrupted citizens—this time, we won’t be lenient with the civilians."

"Right, with the Society parasitizing their culture, we have no other choice but to end them swiftly." The player stated matter-of-factly, hoisting his gun: "This time, it’s our turn to fight against the Society."

"Speaking of which, this music is quite pleasant; I can somewhat understand why some would rather lose themselves to join the Society."

"Though true, I wouldn’t want to lose my personality if I were an NPC."

"Ah, but it does sound great. Sacrificing oneself for the collective seems worthwhile... uh, the system prompts that my Worldview is showing ’social tendencies,’ reaching the max will forcibly convert me to a Society Citizen."

"Do you still want to join the Society?"

"No, absolutely not."

The players bantered, trampling the bones of the Ziluo People underfoot, walking down crimson streets, sitting before the burning chapel to count their task’s spoils.

After stepping into the cosmos, this was their first landing battle. Most were immersed in the excitement of victory and novelty of the task.

Plop.

The seventh generation Xia Beiluo fell in a pool of blood. Li Aozi walked forward calmly, kicked away her head, knelt down, and reached for the silver guitar—’Soul Casino.’

[Side Quest: "The Two’s Journey" Completed.]

Swish!

Li Aozi’s hand stopped mid-air, an inch away from touching the guitar.

Kneeling halfway, he held his knee, casting not a glance at the Blade of Demise against his neck, and said calmly:

"Put the knife down."

"...You lied to me, Li Aozi." Caramel Snail said coldly:

"Why did you do it?"

Li Aozi replied indifferently:

"That was the plan. Didn’t I tell you? Don’t think, just follow my lead."

"A plan? What do you take me for?"

Caramel Snail pressed the radiated blade close against Li Aozi’s neck, laughing bitterly at his words:

"You knew Xia Beiluo was already dead, knew this planet was beyond saving, knew we intended to invade this planet long ago—but you lied, saying we came to find someone. You spoke of Xia Beiluo’s misery, the people’s misfortune... made me endure so much. Now, you tell me it was all because of the Society’s parasitism."

"Are you not happy?" Li Aozi asked carelessly.

Caramel Snail said, "You befriended the people along the way; they treated you with so much hospitality..."

"They liked me of their own accord; I never asked them to." Li Aozi dismissed.

He gripped the blade tightly: "You took me through every city to learn their customs..."

"For attacking more efficiently."

Clutching his chest, Caramel Snail gritted his teeth: "You knew the truth about ’rock,’ constantly stopping me from truly listening to it—why hide the tragedy?"

"How could you execute the task obediently if you knew?" Li Aozi glanced at him: "What did you think we were doing?"

Caramel Snail paused, replying:

"Contacting Xia Beiluo... becoming friends, helping them reconcile with local civilization, achieving peace..."

"Who do you think you are?"

Li Aozi pushed aside the blade, picking up the guitar, standing slowly, turning his back on Caramel Snail, and said:

"What do you think I am? A hero? Savior? Peace ambassador?"

"...Weren’t you those things on Azure Star?"

Caramel Snail opened his mouth, saying:

"We followed you because of Li Aozi’s words—’Leave the planet to seek a way to save the mother star.’ Naturally, you should be a savior—"

"You are wrong."

Li Aozi plucked the strings gently:

"I have no obligation to save others."

"...Huh?"

"From start to finish, I have always lived to fulfill personal desires."

Li Aozi said calmly:

"Saving Azure Star was to turn you into my followers and believers; Azure Star’s strategic position is crucial, and I wanted it."

"What about Baizhu Star—"

"Baizhu Star has three billion people and ready-made interstellar civilization facilities with an excellent foundation—also, guess why Baizhu Star’s physical industries are under Leoz Dominet’s name?"

Li Aozi’s words made Caramel Snail’s pupils tremble intensely.

"...Then why fight the Society so desperately?"

Caramel Snail asked:

"As an oligarch, a president, a brutal invader... why fight the Society to the end?"

"Foolish child."

Li Aozi glanced at Caramel Snail pityingly:

"How else could I migrate to a Narrative-Level Civilization? I must make an offering, a warrior who defeated the Society. It’s one of the highest honors in the cosmos—who wouldn’t want such a noteworthy achievement on their resume?"

Caramel Snail fell silent.

Rumbling...

Thunder rolled in the sky, accompanied by Sky Knights and fighter jets slicing through the sky, the deafening noise descended with the rain.

Caramel Snail’s heart grew increasingly restless.

He lifted his head, trying to steady his mind.