Watching the completely dissipated Dark Offspring, Silas stood on the spot, lost in thought.
"Mother? Father who betrayed the astral plane? Are you talking about me?" Faced with such headless and tailless words, even Silas, with his divine mind, couldn't figure it out.
Here, the knights descended from the sky. One of them walked over, picked up the skull and glove, knelt on the ground, and presented them to Silas.
Silas turned his head to look, nodded slightly, and said, "Put them away. These are the spoils of our expedition this time."
Both of these relics were secret treasures.
The green skull's effect was relatively simple. Its main effect was to absorb life energy, store it inside, and release it when needed. It could be considered an auxiliary life-saving secret treasure.
And that black glove was relatively much more powerful.
In the glove, Silas saw the Dark Offspring's shadow attack and tentacle extension abilities. It also contained a lot of astral power, but this power couldn't be activated by ordinary humans.
"With my current strength, I am unable to control either of these two secret treasures. I'll put them away for now and take them out when I can use them in the future."
After finishing things here, Silas turned his head and fixed his gaze on Ron, who was sitting on the ground not far away.
At this moment, Ron looked relieved, his face devoid of sorrow or joy, calmly looking at Silas.
The two looked at each other. Then, Silas strolled over, looked down at him, and asked, "Any last words?"
Ron grinned. "No more. My ninety-six years of life have been fulfilled. Thank you!"
Ron said, then struggled to get up and knelt on the ground.
"Was it worth it?" Silas looked at Ron and suddenly asked.
Ron slightly raised his head. It could be seen that the skin on his face was slowly peeling off, gradually turning into ashes.
Through his divine vision, Silas found that Ron's body had already reached the brink of collapse. It could even be said that his body should have collapsed two years ago. However, due to an incredibly powerful willpower, he had firmly controlled his constantly collapsing body with spiritual energy, and it had lasted until now.
If he wished, he could still continue, but at this moment, he had given up on persevering.
Ron smiled relaxedly. "Since I was young, I was taught to revere the blood of the Old Gods, revere deities, revere heaven and earth, revere this, revere that. I grew tired of that theory. From ancient times to the present, people have always prostrated themselves on the ground, listening to the so-called teachings and blessings of the gods. I hate this. I want to know all the knowledge in this world, I want to know the secrets of the gods, I want to pull down those high and mighty gods. Unfortunately! I am just an ordinary person; I cannot do those things. So I set some goals for myself. After achieving those goals, I can die with a clear conscience."
Saying this, Ron raised his half-vanished finger and pointed to the magic book left aside. "I have recorded all the knowledge I have explored over these years in it. I am not afraid of death. As long as my knowledge and thoughts are passed down, then my sacrifice is worthwhile. By continuously passing down this knowledge, through the accumulation of generations of souls, I believe that we humans can also sit in the same position as those high and mighty gods."
Speaking of this, Ron's aged face smiled incomparably brightly, like a happy child. "Every time I think of the hope for the future, I can fear no fear, no sorrow, ignore pain. I can bear an eternal bad name. As long as my knowledge is passed down and becomes the cornerstone for humanity to defeat the gods, I am willing to be at the very bottom forever, to be that stinking stone that fills the cesspool and is loathed by countless people."
Thump!
His lower body had completely annihilated. Ron's body lay limply on the ground. He looked at Silas and said, "I hope you can grant salvation to those departed souls. Although I have never believed I did anything wrong, ethically, I have indeed wronged them."
A knight beside him silently picked up the magic book and quietly returned behind Silas.
"Unfortunately, I cannot see your complete form. It's truly a pity." Finally, Ron smiled, and then his head turned into ashes and disappeared.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
A cold wind blew past. The ashes Ron had turned into danced in the air, circling and flying towards the direction of the sunrise, like countless fireflies rushing towards the light, exceptionally brilliant.
"Human, you have earned my respect. At least, as a god, I respect you," Silas said in a serious tone.
Chuck said in a low voice, "My Lord, we are running out of time. Is there anything else you need us to handle?"
Silas raised his head and looked around at the ruined city, filled with debris and corpses. Silas said, "Grant salvation to these pitiful souls!"
"Yes!"
Then, Silas trod on the void and strolled back to the warship.
The surrounding knights quickly dealt with any suspicious presences. After returning to the warship, they suddenly raised the long spears in their hands and said loudly, "Lost souls, follow the guidance of the bell sound and return to the Lord's embrace!"
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
The Evening Bell on the warship rang out once again.
However, this bell sound was different. This time, the bell sound possessed an indescribably beautiful tone, like the most beautiful music in the world.
Hearing this ethereal, sacred, and distant bell sound, the white frost throughout the city gradually receded. The frozen buildings and people gradually returned to normal.
As the sun slowly rose, the white frost completely receded, once again enveloping the warship.
Dong! Dong! Dong…
The bell sound still emanated. The people in the Holy Blood Library, hearing this bell sound, felt their hearts filled with naturalness and peace, as if they had returned to their mother's embrace, warm and comfortable.
Even the ten crazed individuals tied to pillars stopped struggling at this moment, and their blindfolded eyes seemed to have regained consciousness.
In a daze, everyone walked out of the Holy Blood Library and looked up at the warship in the sky.
Oh ang sa lo u…
A sacred, holy chorus accompanied the bell sound.
"Look! Look!" Father Hank was the first to notice, pointing at the ground.
At this moment, they saw countless resentful souls shedding their confusion in this bell sound and singing, transforming into a state of golden redemption. Then, they turned into streams of golden light, rose from the ground, and entered the warship.
Then, tens of thousands of resentful souls transformed into countless golden streams of light, filling the entire sky of Bayne City.
Incomparably splendid, incomparably dazzling.
The people on the ground looked at those streams of light, tears constantly streaming from the corners of their eyes.
This was not sadness; it was because they felt the joy and peace of those souls.
This was a resonance of joy.
Unconsciously, everyone had already knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky, their hearts incomparably peaceful and calm.
It was as if their entire spirit and soul had undergone a deep baptism, washing away all the fear, pain, and shadows experienced this night, returning to purity.
"Feel honored, mortals. This is the gospel of redemption. Be grateful, be reverent!" As this voice came out, the warship subsequently disappeared.
Crash…
The magic circle dissipated, and familiar rules, along with the sunlight, refilled Bayne City.
The seventy-odd people kneeling on the ground faced the sunlight, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, still wanting more.
A incomparably brilliant smile appeared on the corners of Adeline's mouth, because she was already completely certain of her firm faith in the future.
"This is the true deity worthy of people's worship!" At this moment, looking at the sunset, everyone thought simultaneously.