Netherworld Retrograde

"However, even if there is indeed some great power that can create an artificial star and suspend it above this planet... what is its purpose?" The King of Candle Night furrowed his brows, the speed of the day-night rotation in his eyes subtly increasing, revealing his inner confusion and speculation, "Could it be... that this world itself is a carefully arranged experimental field?"

"Hard to say," Li Yelai commented.

A civilization or entity capable of creating stars is simply unimaginable. He couldn't help but recall the mechanical megastructure that spanned the Void Realm...

This world might have intentionally been transformed by an existence of that level.

A weapon from some civilization, or a weapon still in development—damn, that's quite a piece of work, isn't it?

"This world indeed has fundamental issues." Li Yelai focused his thoughts, "The Void Realm has been completely locked, cutting off the normal paths for advancement. So the creatures of this world have embarked on the path of developing 'Miracles,' attempting to borrow the power of an Overlord through this means."

"Borrow the power of an Overlord?" Dawn Monarch heard this and clenched his fist, carefully sensing his current state, "The physical body doesn't seem to have been correspondingly enhanced, at least not yet. And the Anomaly..."

He exchanged a glance with the King of Candle Night and both shook their heads slightly.

"Unable to activate Anomaly," Dawn Monarch confirmed, "It seems ultimately it's just borrowed power. As the original, you haven't experienced a complete sublimation and ascended to an Overlord. The current feeling..."

He paused, as if thinking of a suitable metaphor, "It's like there's a super high-capacity divinity power bank plugged into your original self."

Dawn Monarch seemed to find this metaphor amusing and added, "Hmm, plugged in, the position should be..."

"Damn it, get to the point!" Li Yelai interrupted Dawn Monarch's apparently about-to-go-off-track casual talk.

This guy had spent too long as a Ranger on another timeline, really picking up many bad habits of speaking without a filter.

Such a wordy mouth is truly rare; was I originally such a character? No, right?

Li Yelai felt that his own quality was quite high...

However, this is indeed somewhat regrettable.

If Candle Night and Dawn could activate their respective Mythical Mimicry·Phenomena, their battle power would surely surge again.

Moreover, Li Yelai's 'System' had clearly given the display panel.

However, the names displayed on the panel were all Li Yelai. The identity was of Heroic Spirit.

On Great Divine Power, all were [None].

"Yet, with this constant supply of divinity, our current stage of combat power has indeed been greatly enhanced," the King of Candle Night spoke, his voice still hoarse, "As long as we don't encounter Supreme-level existences, the three of us joining forces are enough to sweep everything. No matter what Great Divine Power User it is, we'll just kill them all!"

They have indeed enjoyed the full augmentation of their abilities by divinity. Except for the inability to unfold Anomaly, the power they exhibit now is hardly different from a real Overlord.

This time, it's truly invincible, if enemies from the heavens come, don't blame me for calling in reinforcements!

"As for the power of faith you mentioned," Dawn Monarch said, "I haven't felt any abnormalities, perhaps because I'm a Heroic Spirit projection. Only you, directly connected to the Miracle, need to bear the direct impact of faith."

His tone paused slightly, as if recalling something, "However, when I truly achieved becoming a King back then, I indeed clearly sensed the existence and surge of the power of faith."

"You had believers at that time...?" Li Yelai was surprised.

Dawn is another self on an unaltered future line by the Heavenly Destiny Walker; that self on that line had believers?

This sounds a bit incongruous.

Believing in myself? How desperate would one have to be? Were they organizing a group to be unlucky together?

Oh, wait... the curse Dawn carries isn't Calamity.

"It doesn't necessarily need traditional 'believers,' " Dawn Monarch explained, "It can also be companions with a shared belief, moving firmly towards the same goal. This desire power formed by countless people can likewise be regarded as a type of faith."

"Just like the Old Mad King... he himself possesses ungodly steadfast will, while all the warriors and people who follow him, walk with him, their beliefs and aspirations turn into a vast torrent of faith, infusing into his body, becoming part of his strength..."

He seemed to recall certain profound scenes.

That powerful Mad King, relying on his own strength to suppress various Forbidden Zones for decades, became the spine of an era for humanity.

However, at the final moment when his life span was about to burn out, even with torrents of faith and desire power rushing into his aging body, it couldn't sustain that already oil-lamp-exhausted frame.

With endless regrets and fury, he launched his strongest attack towards the King of the Restricted Zone... but ultimately, he was exhausted.

Speaking of this, Dawn looked towards Li Yelai and Candle Night, "Based on this theory, actually, after your Human Champion ascends to King, you too similarly can gain this type of faith, or rather, purer."

The Human Champion, the glory and victory of humanity... all who fight for humanity will be those companions.

However, 'Shang' must first be resolved. Based on current observations, unless entering extremely dangerous Disaster Fog or other areas, 'Shang' targets the Champion. Also has special moves against the Champion.

After understanding the current battle power of Candle Night and Dawn, Li Yelai disbanded the Heroic Spirit Sea. Both Heroic Spirits returned.

Then he quickly headed to the eastern battlefront with Little Mad King.

...

Meanwhile, on the eastern battlefront, Wanfeng City frontline.

Standing on the imposing high walls of Wanfeng City, which had endured the ravages of war and were covered with deep claw marks and dried bloodstains, and gazing into the distance, you would see an image enough to stifle any veteran who had been through many battles.

The distant land was covered by a endless black tide.

This isn't a real tide but a terrifying torrent made up of hundreds of thousands of Wanderers, advancing slowly yet steadily forward!

Their twisted and deformed bodies rub and squeeze against each other, producing a gritty crunching sound that gnaws at the nerves.

Even more despairing is that their numbers are still increasing.

More and more Wanderers are emerging from the depths of the Cursed Land. Those life forms engulfed by the curse of thousands of years ago, now return to the realm of the living in more terrifying and grim forms, bringing the purest destruction.

Deafening killing roars and the muffled sounds of weapons tearing through flesh were intensely playing out at the frontline of the Battlefield. Spiritual Energy's light and explosive fireballs woven together almost briefly lit up that area of the night sky.

Yet, reinforcements from various human city-states, including the recently arrived White Stone Heroes at the front line of White Stone City, all stood silently behind the defensive line. Not a single human unit showed any intention to launch an attack or intervene.

Because at this moment, those crazily slaughtering with the Wanderer torrent were not allies, but one of humanity's long-time mortal enemies—the Beastmen!

This race is prolific, able to fight, brutal yet cunning, though due to the lockdown of the Void Realm, their reality distortion ability has diminished, so 'waaaaaa' doesn't work well, but their battle power still cannot be underestimated.

After all, this is a resilient race that has survived innumerable eons through multiple rises and falls of Alien Race Civilization Dynasties without ever being completely eradicated.

Yet at this moment, a Beastman war group numbering over ten thousand, surrounded by the endless black tide of Wanderers, seems unable to stir up much of a splash, like ice cubes thrown into boiling water.

The furious roars of the Beastman warriors were eventually drowned out by the Wanderers' quiet yet deadly assault and tearing.

In only a short time, this Beastman force, sufficient to threaten a large human stronghold, was completely annihilated, unable to even organize substantial resistance.

Subsequently, those Wanderers who had just slaughtered the Beastmen seemed to simultaneously receive some silent command, orderly disengaging from the chaotic battlefield.

They regrouped into that despair-inducing black tide, reoriented, adjusting their steps heavily and unanimously, advancing toward Wanfeng City, step by step.

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