Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1567: Chapter 294: Devour

It was like a ray of light piercing through the darkness… but in fact, under the illumination of three Suns, the brightness was enough for people to only squint their eyes.

In the very center of the forehead of the Will of the Scale, a small blood-colored hole began to ooze blood. The blood trickled along the brow, slowly diverging on the nose’s ridge, finally converging again at the chin of this exquisite face.

Drip… still crimson.

The eyes of the Will of the Scale widened, seemingly asking… why.

The girl’s body fell from the Goddess Statue’s shoulder in the confused or shocked gaze of the people, and at the same time, the arms of the Goddess Statue instantly crumbled.

Pharaoh, Xie Jiatu, and the Third Yamanlana, the three transforming Suns, ultimately devoured the entire Goddess Statue.

Then the light swallowed everything here, turning the world pure white, not spotless, just dust was no longer visible.

…

After the extreme white comes the dark.

Vision, slightly recovered, was first dim; it needed a process to adapt… the square was littered with a mixture of broken stones and sand, dust permeating the air.

The Goddess Statue had completely collapsed, leaving only the head still intact, but half of it was buried in sand… Among the sand and stone, a human head emerged, spitting out a mouthful of sandy dust harshly; it was Yiben.

He struggled to crawl out from the burial, like a gopher.

He successfully climbed out, looked around, but did not see any human figure. Yiben was shocked and loudly called out to everyone… Finally, in front of the Goddess Statue’s head, he found Guardian Otto, also found the Princess who fired the last shot, along with Little Maid Arian and the flying curtain.

The Lamp God, no one knew when he returned, at this moment looked extremely fatigued, leaning weakly against a rock.

“Has… it ended?” Yiben quickly stepped forward, cautiously asked.

But Mr. Otto shook his head, looked up at the sky… only to see that above the sky, a bright ball of light was slowly descending.

It was the Third Yamanlana, Pharaoh, and Xie Jiatu—the two, Pharaoh and Xie Jiatu, had already lost their ability to move, purely supported by the power of the Third Yamanlana.

They were gently placed onto the soft sand, the Third Yamanlana lowered her head, showing a glance at the Pharaoh, then at Xie Jiatu, and finally, suddenly raised her gaze.

People followed the Third Yamanlana’s line of sight, only to see among the sand, a figure suddenly burst forth, it was the Will of the Scale!

The Will of the Scale had wounds over her whole body, but the most obvious was still the bullet wound on her forehead… Her right leg was already broken, along with her left hand.

Like a Banshee revealing her true face, the cute countenance was gone, an air of madness emerged… She dragged her broken leg forward, step by step, reaching out with her right hand towards the Third Yamanlana, seemingly trying to grab her, leaving a trench mark on the ground as she advanced.

Seeing that the Will of the Scale hadn’t perished, Yiben was so frightened that he quickly hid behind Mr. Otto… The Lamp God, sitting weakly, furrowed his brows and reluctantly got up.

But Mr. Otto stretched out his hand and said, “Wait.”

The Will of the Scale didn’t pay attention to everyone, continuously dragging her body straight towards the Third Yamanlana, slow, but incredibly direct.

She advanced a few steps, suddenly fell to the ground, continued crawling, ultimately succeeded in coming to the Third Yamanlana’s presence. But she couldn’t rise, only reached out and gripped tightly onto the Third Yamanlana’s calf.

Then the tense fingers gradually relaxed, the face of the Will of the Scale finally buried in the sand, not moving for a long time.

“Truly a terrifying obsession…” Mr. Otto slowly breathed a sigh of relief—throughout his long life, he had seen many similar events… just like those warriors on the battlefield, who had clearly perished, yet relied on weapons to support their bodies.

Of course, the Will of the Scale couldn’t be compared to those warriors on the battlefield, whether in terms of existence or purpose… but this dedication still moved Otto.

“Is there… any chance she’ll suddenly rise?” Yiben swallowed a mouthful of saliva at this moment, asked tremblingly, “Should we give a few more stabs… for safety?”

“She has died, no need to insult her body,” the Third Yamanlana replied coldly, glancing at Yiben, her fragmented golden left eye flashing, full of authority.

At this time, a silver-white light gently floated out from the girl’s back, seeing this, the Third Yamanlana reached out and grabbed, drawing this orb of light into her hand… She then lifted her gaze, looking at the Goddess Statue head’s brow – there, the body embedded in the statue’s Yamanlana still lay.

But she had already fallen unconscious, her hands still clutching the Scales of Good and Evil.

The Third Yamanlana waved her hand, directly shattered the Goddess Statue’s head, Yamanlana’s body slowly floated down, came to rest beside the Will of the Scale, laid down.

The Third Yamanlana reached out again, the Scales of Good and Evil slipped from Yamanlana’s hands, flew into her hand… Mr. Otto furrowed his brow at this moment, seemingly wanting to say something, but considering the circumstances, he temporarily held his silence.

Only the Princess, at this moment holding a pistol, stepped towards the Third Yamanlana.

What will happen next?

Everyone couldn’t help but tense up… although the Will of the Scale was resolved, the Scales of Good and Evil fell into the Third Yamanlana’s hands.

And now the Princess walked towards her… the matter between them seemed not yet finished.

The Princess finally arrived before the Third Yamanlana, gazed at her, slowly opened her mouth and said, “If I look at her, I seem to be standing before a mirror. But standing here, I see a stranger.”

The Third Yamanlana said indifferently, “Because you and she are using related templates… as for me, it’s different. My life is unlike those who have already passed.”

“We… what exactly are we?” the Princess asked softly, “Splitting good and evil… only divides good and evil, but why are there so many of us?”

The Third Yamanlana sighed and said, “The face of splitting good and evil, although very similar to real people, is ultimately just sand… if your mother eventually turned into sand, how could she give birth to you?”

The Princess’s pupils slightly contracted, lowered her head, fell silent, the answer vaguely surfaced in her heart.

The Third Yamanlana directly revealed this answer, “The Will of the Scale is developed from the goddess’s gene… and so are we. Only, our bodies contain Xie Jiatu’s genes as well. So strictly speaking, we really can be considered his daughters.”

“The first one?” The Princess furrowed her brows.

The Third Yamanlana sighed and said, “She perished in the first vitreous container inheritance; she was the earliest corpse there. However, her genetic samples remain; at the bottom of the tomb, there is a place specifically for cultivating us… you and I are just the initial mass production.”

The Princess laughed—a laugh that was both ridiculous and sorrowful. She looked at Xie Jiatu on the ground, and with a bitter smile, said, “In the end, it still succeeded… this man.”

Indeed, that’s how it was. The Will of the Scale had been obliterated, and the rebellious thought born from the Scales of Good and Evil had vanished, leaving only the foundational Will of the Scales of Good and Evil. The Third Yamanlana simultaneously possessed the power of Horus and Set. She not only defeated Yaman Lana as the perfect vitreous container but also gained the Scales of Good and Evil.

“What do you plan to do?” The Princess was silent for a moment. “Fulfill this man’s wish… to create a world without sorrow?”

This was what Xie Jiatu had desired in his heart—the Princess did not believe it. This wish was fabricated by the Will of the Scale… when are humans most easily tempted?

Humans are most easily tempted when they have obsessions in their hearts.

Perhaps he had once thought this, even crazily so, leading to the appearance of the image of Set under the influence of the Will of the Scale.

“All of this should end.” The Third Yamanlana took a deep look at the Princess, “The power of the Scale does not belong to humans. Attempting to use it to eradicate the world’s sorrow is unrealistic… it should be permanently sealed, even destroyed. Human destinies should not be manipulated by the hands of the Gods.”

The Princess was stunned. She looked at the Third Yamanlana and opened her mouth, “Is this… the reason for your failure?”

The gates… those two Light Gates were the final test of becoming a vitreous container.

The Princess, having undergone this test, now understood that the final test was about forsaking one’s freedom for justice, giving up oneself to protect the people, the so-called sacrificing the self to achieve the greater self.

Those who had died, the former candidate vitreous containers, their reasons for failure probably varied, but the Third Yamanlana before her denied the Gods from her heart.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” said the Third Yamanlana indifferently. “I only intend to end all of this.”

The Princess, for some reason, suddenly felt a shock in her heart and hurriedly said, “What do you intend to do?!”

She saw the Third Yamanlana’s body slowly rise, her hand holding the Scales of Good and Evil, and suddenly burst into dazzling light, transforming once more into a sun… then a smudge of darkness appeared within this sun, expanding!

It moved… the sand and stones moved, as if attracted by something, slowly floating up and were drawn to the massive black light sphere!

A gradually powerful force now also attracted the bodies of those present…

“What does she intend to do?” Yiben was suddenly terrified!

And from the sky, beneath the black light sphere, the calm voice of the Third Yamanlana resounded, “To end, is to destroy… the City of the Sun should not exist.”

Everything was attracted by this black light sphere… it seemed like a black hole devouring everything!

The bodies of the Pharaoh and Xie Jiatu, now affected by this gravitational pull, floated towards the black hole in the sky.

The Will of the Scale and Yamanlana’s body were the same… the massive pull now also drew up Mr. Otto, Arian, and Yiben.

The Lamp God’s face changed slightly and he hurriedly reached out to grab the Little Maid Arian who was about to fly off… but at this moment, the Lamp God himself uncontrollably floated off the ground.

The Magic Lamp’s mana, under the influence of a higher divine power, became ridiculous and weak… in the end, the Princess too was pulled towards the black hole in the sky under this pulling force.

Not only them, but the entire City of the Sun… starting from the Royal Palace’s central Temple, everything began to break down… everything was being swallowed by the black hole in the sky.

The inhabitants living in the King’s City, at this moment, all fell to the ground.

Their bodies began to turn into sand, the sand was ultimately drawn into the black hole in the sky… the ground split open, and the enormous desert city that had been built was now being pulled whole from the desert.

A scene comparable to the end of the world unfolded before Otto, and once again he felt the insignificance of being human… yet, on the land of the Far East, there was still a group of people, matching the power of Gods with mortal bodies!

Xuanyuan—!

Taking a deep breath, the ever-resilient Otto solemnly reached into his bosom, retrieving something… a Dragon-patterned Jade Pendant!

This was an item given to him by a person with the Xuanyuan surname whom he had saved… the breathing techniques, casually taught by that person, were not truly Xuanyuan Clan’s but rather a common breathing technique practiced by the few remaining Martial Artists in the world; it wasn’t really a form of repayment for that Xuanyuan surnamed person.

—This dragon-patterned jade pendant possesses the power of my clan. In the most perilous situation, it might save your life. From henceforth, we will be even; if we meet again by fate, we won’t recognize each other.

Through the years, Otto traveled through various dangerous places, always seeking a method to revive the deceased Empress, and several times nearly met his demise in the Yellow Springs, yet hesitated to use this Dragon-patterned Jade Pendant.

Now, facing the Third Yamanlana… even in a situation the once-powerful Lamp God is powerless against, Mr. Otto has no choice but to take out the Dragon-patterned Jade Pendant.

The method of use was taught to him when the person handed it over, even though it was a hundred years ago, Otto still remembers clearly.

Mr. Otto bit his finger, his bloodied finger wiping across the dragon-patterned jade pendant, gathering the power of breath in his finger, trying to trigger the power within the Dragon Pendant.

“Hope… it works.” Feeling the strange vibrating force coming from the Dragon Pendant, Mr. Otto’s heart did not relax, instead, he was more tense, “I have no backup plans left…”

An instant burst of golden light shot out from the Dragon-patterned Jade Pendant… the Dragon-patterned Jade Pendant shattered at this moment!

…

“Huh, this is Ms. Long’s power.”

Within the King’s City, atop a Watchtower originally used for defense against Desert Behemoths, the owner wearing Royal Guards’ attire raised his head towards the shooting gold light, blinking his eyes.

The owner’s previously raised hand thusly lowered, “Things truly are miraculous.”

The golden light, like a sharp flying arrow, directly struck the black hole in the sky…