Chapter 129: The Seventh Miracle, "The Pain-Bearer"

[The world is being slowly dragged into the dreamscape of the "Night." You know that when that moment arrives, everything will be beyond redemption.]

[Current fusion progress: 47%.]

[You realize that certain special Lord-level aberrations have begun to be affected and are constantly stepping out of their "territories."]

Sigh.

Colin sighed and opened his eyes, looking weary, as if he had expended a vast amount of energy. At this moment, he could not summon any emotion within himself. His eyes swept across the scene before him, indifferent and devoid of feeling, instantly grasping the myriad causes of the situation.

[You know that the reason for the aberrations' resurrection stems from the Seventh Miracle, the "Pain-Bearer," but it does not possess the capacity to cover the entire world.]

[Perhaps all of this is related to some third-party influence; one only needs to sever the connection between them.]

Not the "Undying," but the "Pain-Bearer"? It seems this is its true name.

To bear.

Colin’s brain whirred at an unprecedented speed, and he quickly arrived at a plan—a near-mad plan!

Currently, his fusion progress with the "Light" was less than half. However, as the world was dragged deeper into the "dreamscape" by the "Night," Lord-level aberrations would begin to enter the fray, influenced by the dream. He had to end the fusion prematurely.

At this moment, Colin reached out and grasped, a sphere of light condensing in his palm. After a brief hesitation, he pressed it into his own chest. His entire body stiffened instantly.

"Ugh."

Colin’s facial expression twisted uncontrollably.

Pain!

The sudden, leap-frogging fusion made him feel as if he were about to explode, stretched to his limit by an overwhelming force. At that moment, his skin resembled a piece of exquisite, yet spider-webbed porcelain. Without hesitation, Colin used a recovery card, but the effect was poor. The restored body began to crack again almost immediately.

Yet, it at least stabilized his condition. After using another recovery card, he was finally able to bear the powerful force enough to move. He did not use any more cards; he knew this was his limit.

Colin then produced a rusted shield, aimed it at an aberration, and without a declaration, pulled them toward each other.

After using up the knots, fate coins, and various other items, Colin ignited the "Dream Candle" aimed at the aberration. He intended to enter the "Night Dreamscape" from the aberration’s own "dream," reach the "Source," and cut off those terrifying influences directly!

The next second, as the green flame ignited, he suddenly plunged into darkness.

[You discover that the dreamscape of the "Dream Candle" and reality have been forcibly equated!]

[If you die at this moment, you will truly die.]

The expected outcome!

Colin paid it no mind, quickly using the "Knight’s Shield of Justice" to seek out the "weakest" passive trait. In an instant, he identified the "weakest" entity in this place from the endless, writhing darkness.

The Seventh Miracle, the "Pain-Bearer"!

It was being forced by the "Darkness" to expand its influence across the entire world, thereby granting all aberrations the property of immortality!

At this very moment, Colin realized that he only needed to look in that direction and unleash a total, unreserved blast of "Light." The current problems would be solved.

However, the instant Colin was about to raise his head, his "knots" exploded, and his "luck value" was wiped clean. In a moment too brief to react, with a "snap," the darkness engulfed everything.

In the dream, everything seemed to return to its original "calm," with only the writhing darkness remaining.

In the ruins of the High Court, Shana and the others were the first to notice something wrong, as the light in their field of vision suddenly dimmed. They looked back.

There, upon the gray stone throne, amidst the hazy radiance, sat a blurred figure. His expression could not be seen, but he appeared to have no life left in him—a deathly stillness.

"B-boss, he..." Li Chou’s eyes widened, a chill running through his body as an absurd conclusion surfaced in his mind.

"He is still alive, he is trying, let's not give up." Shana lied for the first time.

"Y-yeah, the boss will be fine." Li Chou turned his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "I’ve been fighting for too long, my brain is a bit muddled."

"Another wave of monsters is coming," Russell said.

As they turned back to face the battle, crimson blood suddenly flowed down from the stone throne, spreading outward and trickling down the stairs, step by step. The amount of blood reached the physical limit of what a human body could shed. If it all came from one person, there was no doubt that the individual would be reduced to a dried husk.

Above them, the sky grew increasingly dark.

At this moment, everything seemed to be spiraling toward the most dangerous and irreversible outcome.

From the initial few dozen aberrations, the number had accumulated until nearly every human outpost had to face thousands. With Level 4 territories and a large number of servants, while difficult, it was not hopeless.

But what truly shattered people and brought despair was that "Lord-level aberrations" were continuously leaving their "territories." At this moment, this already endless battle became exceptionally difficult.

Gradually, as an hour passed, then two, and now over a dozen, the battle felt increasingly hopeless. In the endless fray, the flames representing human life were extinguished one by one, and the world grew dimmer.

Boom!

Another Level 4 territory was breached. Several Lord-level aberrations tore through the defenses, and a large number of people died in a short time. The city, which had held out like an isolated island in the darkness for over a dozen hours, was finally broken.

Inside the city, a man held up a blood-stained war banner, upon which a rough sketch of a sun was depicted. A brilliant light radiated from the banner, forming a thirty-square-meter protective barrier of intense light. Inside the barrier, besides the man struggling to hold on, were several survivors gritting their teeth, along with the few remaining servants.

As several terrifying Lord-level aberrations approached, they all felt a heavy pressure and an intense sense of despair.

"We're finished," someone said hoarsely.

The man was the one holding the blood-stained white light banner. With three full Lord-level aberrations, the protection provided by this banner simply could not withstand such a battle.

As the words fell, some survivors within the light wept, completely broken, while others numbly swung their weapons, as if they had heard nothing.

Then, with a "snap," the light screen shattered. A pitch-black arrow pierced through the screen, flying straight toward the man. A servant leaped to block it, but their body exploded into a "rain of blood" in an instant. The arrow did not lose its momentum, piercing the man's throat and separating his head from his body.

In an instant, the area dimmed. With a thud, the man’s severed head hit the ground and rolled a few times. The banner fell into the pool of blood, soaked by even more gore, and then went dark.

But perhaps by some "luck," the man’s rolling head came to a stop on a piece of parchment lying open on the ground.

A piece of parchment that was already useless.

"No, not entirely useless..."

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something very important.