Chapter 143 Chapter 143: Sarkaz History vs. The Evolution of Life
Chapter 143: Sarkaz History vs. The Evolution of Life
Such a force was immense. To put it plainly, from the moment the concept of a race emerged, the Sarkaz had never, and could never possibly, assemble such a grand and luxurious army.
Whether it was the members of the Ten Royal Courts with their scarce numbers, or the countless ordinary Sarkaz, at this moment, the limit of history contained within the "Dead Souls" had reached its absolute peak.
With even dozens of Sarkaz Kings among them, their power was completely sufficient to sweep across this land. Even the Seaborn, after reaching a certain scale, would be unable to protect their newborns against so many top-tier forces.
This was the history of the Sarkaz, the full manifestation of their past glory.
[Adam] hung high in the sky. Its gaze was no longer so vacant; instead, it appeared calm and collected, even revealing a trace of human-like interest.
That's right. [Adam] alone naturally could not manifest planetary history while also so comprehensively recreating the Sarkaz of old.
On this land, only one person could achieve this — Kevin!
Since when had he replaced [Adam]'s position?
For what purpose did he fully recreate Sarkaz history in the form of a spiritual collective portrait?
No one knew. Just as some puzzles don't necessarily require a correct answer.
Perhaps, he initially just felt bored and wanted to find some amusement?
The Sarkaz below did not fall into chaos. Instead, each stood like a cold statue. Banshees and Liches began to chant lowly the ancient war songs from the primordial wilderness.
A vast, desolate aura spread and diffused across the wasteland along with the ancient cadence.
Altars were rapidly set up one after another. Though lacking Originium to power them, Sarkaz without prominent talents actively offered themselves as fuel, their flesh and blood burning fiercely to build a solid defensive line for their kin.
Tens of thousands of Ancients raised their staffs high. A formation-type spell unit of unprecedented scale slowly took shape, its patterns covering the earth.
Despite their staggering numbers, their actions were as coordinated as moving one's own arm, without interfering with each other. Simply because they were a single entity, an entity named "Sarkaz History."
Cyclopes recorded this unparalleled spectacle on scrolls. Even if these scrolls would ultimately vanish with them, if they didn't record it now, there would be no chance later.
The Kings drew their weapons one after another — greatswords, long blades, thunder hammers...
As myriad weapons converged, despite their differing appearances, they all wore the same pitch-black crowns upon their heads. Their names were hidden within the unknown historical archives of ancient nations, inscribed in buried underground palaces.
They shared a common name: Sarkaz Kings!
They looked up towards the sky. [Adam] hovered silently in the air, gazing down upon them like a deity.
One of the Kings sliced his forehead with a dagger. Strange eye patterns seemed to come alive under the soaking blood. Black lines surged and intertwined, actually constructing a living eye.
Clang—
A pitch-black spell ray left a massive passageway across the firmament, completely covering the spot where Adam remained.
But it was all in vain. Its illusory body rippled like water waves as the thick passageway passed directly through Adam without causing any damage.
Many Kings instantly understood: that was not their enemy at this moment. Then who was the true enemy?!
Boom! Crash!
Stars fell from heaven — that was the celestial brush that had once drawn periods upon races and civilizations.
Only when fiery light streaked across the clouds did they finally learn where their true enemy lay. It was precisely the disaster that had once faced the living beings of this world — the calamity that severed civilizations and races.
The harbinger of mass extinction!
A Fiend took a step forward. Behind him, a black stone giant as tall as a mountain crawled out from scorching lava, grabbed a massive blade wrapped in chains, and fiercely cleaved towards the falling meteorite in the sky.
But even the giant's slash... before that civilization-ending meteorite... However, the so-called Sarkaz were not merely individuals.
At this moment, illuminated spells transformed the plain into a starry sky, and each King was a star enshrined at its center.
"Caged birds, why do you yearn to fly far?"
"Adam" posed a question. The subjects of his inquiry were not only the collective portrait manifested by "Sarkaz History," because there were two other spectators for this scene simultaneously.
Ascalon and Amiya.
Countless spells soared into the sky. A Sarkaz witchcraft cluster attack of unprecedented scale blasted towards the meteorite in the heavens. But it merely stirred a faint ripple on its surface before being mercilessly crushed.
The witchcraft cluster attack — shattered!
"They..."
The black crown atop Amiya's head trembled; her eyes struggled to focus.
Seeing those three thousand four hundred and twenty-one destructions from memory combined was not as shocking as this single moment.
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown."
Adam had appeared behind her at some point. Even Ascalon hadn't noticed — or perhaps she too was immersed in that shocking, unparalleled spectacle at this moment.
The protective barrier formed by the Sarkaz flesh-and-blood altars — shattered!
"I soar into the heavens, seizing their light."
The Kings of old drove the mighty power that had once contended with nations. A giant formed of pitch-black magic propped up the sky, as if embracing the world, holding up that falling asteroid.
For an instant, even the massive main body of the asteroid seemed to pause momentarily.
It looked at the celestial star descending from heaven and at the black giant straining to hold up the firmament.
"Survival is an extension of strength and wisdom. Those are the 'failures' who shared your same dream before you."
"Adam," or rather Kevin's gaze, seemed to pierce through Adam's illusory pupils, directly meeting the gaze of the little Amiya whose body trembled slightly.
The black-willed Sarkaz giant — shattered!
The Sarkaz lost their final barrier, completely exposed before the celestial star.
"We shall not retreat!"
The Sarkaz Kings let out desolate war cries, leading their tribes to raise their blades towards heaven.
One resolute back after another, one sharp rebellious blade after another...
"This was their will back then. Are you truly stronger than them?"
Amiya fell silent. Even her debates with Dead Souls, even facing the Bloodfiend Lord's doubts — none made her question herself more than this moment.
Is my will truly more correct and stronger than theirs?
"The path you have chosen is far more rugged than theirs. To reclaim the light belonging to you — so-called Infected, all sufferers — you must soar higher than they ever did."
Boom!
The celestial star descended. Those resolute figures were ultimately buried beneath dust and debris.
The earth quaked; tsunamis surged along plate edges!
"Be careful!"
It all felt far too real. Seeing the tsunami and shockwave about to arrive, Ascalon couldn't help but warn them.
"Adam" merely extended a hand. In this illusory world, even objects as small as a speck of dust instantly froze in place.
"I have shown you the true nature of this world, Amiya. So then, what is your answer?"
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