Transcendent Dawn

Lord God Charles hovers in midair, surrounded by a circle of light swords, akin to an angelic deity.

Luo Fei’s disastrous state is that of a man half-kneeling on the ground, his abdomen bloody.

By any measure, he looks ready to lose.

Charles has already proved with his strength that he is the God of this world, its sole Dominator!

“Cough, cough… sorry… Grandpa.”

Luo Fei feels his vision blurring: “In the end, I still need to borrow your power.”

He says in his heart, struggling to stand, staring straight at Charles: “You think… you’ve won?”

“What are you planning to do?” Charles frowns, a bad premonition looming.

But considering that this is the real world, he calms down.

“Do you… want this?”

Luo Fei’s right hand delves into his own wound, pulling out an indescribable mass of energy that casts a colorful glow.

“Are you sure about this? Hand it over, and I can mercifully grant you death.”

Charles lands on the ground.

Having already secured the situation, all he needs to guard against is the possibility of Luo Fei completely dissipating his essence, leaving him empty-handed.

“I have one last skill. If you can withstand it, I admit defeat.”

Having said this, Luo Fei quickly starts to chant in another language.

“Hehe…you still don’t understand.” Charles stands tall proudly: “All the skills of early-stage players were created by me… And later their self-created skills, were all collected by me too. I am the master of all professions!”

Undoubtedly a hoarder, and curious, he wants to see what skill Luo Fei is attempting to use.

But the next moment, Charles’s brow furrows.

He cannot recognize the language Luo Fei is using!

A bad feeling begins to pervade his heart, he no longer wants to wait, and the light swords suddenly fly out.

Puff!

A sword of light goes straight through Luo Fei’s vital heart point.

But Luo Fei doesn’t fall! He isn’t dead!

“Is this the warrior skill– Death Struggle? Even if vital spots are injured, they can still move for ten seconds? This is… the one useless skill I created ?”

Charles quickly retrieves the information in his mind, full of regret.

Warriors initially have high vitality, with this skill, even if Luo Fei is skewered, he still can complete his skill.

At this moment, Luo Fei’s chant is reaching its end:

“As a sacrifice of fifth-order nature… I, Luo Fei, summon…”

“The powerful existence from beyond the Spirit World! The World Walker who wields the mysterious cards!”

“Descend here!!”

…

Hum, hum.

The fifth-order nature dissipates completely.

Nothing happens in the silent night.

“Huh?”

“Huh?!”

All the spectators are shocked, what just happened?

“I get it.”

A gamer watching the live broadcast quickly types: “All these skills are nonsense, where does a skill that the Lord God doesn’t know exist? Luo Fei is just buying time, destroying his own fifth-order nature!”

“He’s a tough guy, he’d rather die than let the Lord God benefit.”

…

“You … were you deceiving me?”

Charles looks at Luo Fei, roaring in anger.

“I … I …”

Bleeding profusely and on the verge of death, Luo Fei can barely speak.

He managed a heartbreaking smile, “So … the old man, he really is my split personality? Am I really insane? Was everything just my imagination?”

“No … You’ve done a spectacular job, now it’s my turn.”

In Luo Fei’s dying moments, he hears the voice of his shadow clone.

…

Whoosh, whoosh!

The wind is howling.

“Do you… feel that the sky somehow became darker?”

A player suddenly said.

“Huh? Now that you’ve mentioned it, it does seem to be…”

This was even more clear to Tian Qingyu and the young man in azure who stood not far from the scene.

They even saw the rows of soldiers who were once responsible for vigilance and encirclement, now plunging into chaos and fleeing in all directions, scattering in fear.

Even they, who were mediocre ‘Transcendent’, felt a deep pressure stemming from their souls.

The key thing was, the source of this pressure felt very familiar!

“This feeling?” Tian Qingyu suddenly asked, “What does it remind you of?”

“Of course, I thought about it. That strongest, and most shameless BOSS, the Destruction Dragon. This feels like its dragon might, and I’ve died under its hands no less than ten times!” the azure youth replied, “But… isn’t it supposed to be in the game world?”

The two players seemed to think of something, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and slowly looked up.

And then they saw the nightmarish dark shadow!

Through the screen, other players saw as well—

In the pitch-black sky, a giant demonic figure fluttered its wings, slowly descending.

Whoo! Whoo!

The wind is shrieking, and the figure revealed its true form—a horrifying figure more than a hundred meters tall, scales flashing all over its body, the dragon horn on top of its head, the flesh wings on its back.

“It’s… the Destruction Dragon!”

“We’re done for… how did a game BOSS get out here?”

“If even the Lord God, pioneers, and the God Slayers could come out, I’m not at all surprised that the Destruction Dragon could too, but I feel like peeing…”

A large amount of bullet-screen comments were quickly scrolling.

…

“This is… what it feels like in the outer world?”

With joy, Su Lu stretched his body: “I finally… came to the material realm.”

Without much hesitation, his intuition targeted Charles: “Little one… I finally found you.”

“Then… you really are the true invader, alien!”

Charles gritted his teeth, and the dense lightsabers around him emerged.

However, the next moment, he saw that the massive figure of the Destruction Dragon was quickly shrinking.

The dragon scales and dragon wings retreated and turned into a young man with a handsome face, blonde hair and black pupils.

He was wearing a purple-gold robe, with a circular mark between reality and illusion on his forehead, and his body was filled with many symbols of mystery and symbolism.

Just a glimpse made him shocked to the core.

His mind was delayed for a moment, and a lot of incomprehensible information seemed to appear in his sight.

[Wandering Mage] style!

“Oh? It seems that mutation can only be maintained in the inner world?”

Su Lu was not surprised at all.

With a glance around, he frowned.

“Ah!”

“What’s going on?”

“My… my head hurts!”

“Ah… my eyes hurt so much!”

…

Many players and ordinary people sensed the abnormalities in their bodies.

Even if they had only watched that figure in the video, they felt something was very wrong. It was inexplicable, indescribable, as if a brick had been stuck in their heads.

Those with severe symptoms even bled from their eyes.

This was the inherent power of a high-order spirit realm entity!

They were already approaching deity, carrying indescribable force; ordinary beings could suffer unimaginable damage even with a mere glance.

Of course, if one could hold on without going insane, one might be able to comprehend some mystical knowledge from these symbolic inscriptions and become a pioneer in mysticism!

“In the world of Twilight of the Gods, my essence is being rapidly consumed.”

Su Lu didn’t bother about them and focused on Charles, “We need… to finish the battle quickly.”