Fallen Chronicles - Chapter 411 411 Goodbye Source Master

Chapter 411 411 Goodbye Source Master

Whoosh!

A piercing holy light descended from the sky, penetrating the trunk of the Source Creature in front of her. With a whimper and wail, the massive body of the Source came crashing down, revealing the nun enveloped in holy light behind it.Reead latest 𝒏ov𝒆ls at n𝒐v/el/bi𝒏(.)com

This was already the who-knows-how-many Source Creature that Suthia had killed.

The body of the Source Creature after death did not become a corpse, but turned into specks of starlight, floating towards the sky of the world.

And there…

The nun looked up. Since the invasion of the “Source Lord” a few months ago, the sky of the world had completely turned into what it was now.

Sometimes there were thunderstorms brewing, sometimes it was a sea of red as if on fire, and sometimes it was shrouded in darkness and shadows, like some ghostly realm.

And in these anomalies of the sky, the bodies of new Sources, those terrifying mythical creatures, appeared and disappeared. Or rather, these anomalies were precisely the reflection of the “Source” surrounding their world.

Hindered by the rules of the World Tree, and with the existence of the Mother of Miasma, the Source could not descend in the advanced form of Mythical Creatures form.

After breaking through the world barrier, the invading Source could only descend in the low-level form of Beasts, like the one just now.

This greatly alleviated the pressure. In the battle zones based on the Five Nations, with them as the supreme existence of the Calamity rank, the Source in merely Beast form would not break through the defense line and harm the living beings.

But…

Just like the Source Creature eliminated by Suthia in the previous scene.

The Source could only be eliminated, but not killed.

Because the Source itself was not exactly a living being, but a form of power, a kind of energy and matter that should have coexisted with the world as part of its composition.

However, with the appearance of the Source Lord, the Sources began to have its own will, viewing the world as its own, and in turn, making the world its nourishment, starting to devour the myriad worlds on the World Tree.

However, even the Sources was still powerless in the face of Miasma. They saw this as a kind of betrayal, a dark power born from the World Tree to restrain them.

Although they indeed couldn’t do anything about the miasma, the Source Lord gave another path. It established a higher-dimensional channel, connecting to another planet independent of the World Tree.

They used the players to replace them as the force to fight against Miasma, and in the end, reclaimed everything from the players, thus continuing to occupy the world.

The body of the “Savior” after each player’s clearance contained enormous power, which the “Source” craved. And the power of Emperor Ashen, who cleared at the highest difficulty and was an unprecedented level 150, was already enough for the Source Lord to personally appear, not hesitating to gather other “Sources” to surround the world in order to seize it.

So, to end all this…

Suthia took a deep breath. Her gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of obstacles, directly looking at the deepest existence at the end of the sky, which was getting closer and closer to their world.

The Source Lord.

Only by completely repelling, defeating, and even sealing it could the will of the other Sources truly disappear.

Otherwise, as long as the Source Lord exist, the attacks of the Source Creatures would continue endlessly.

And their defensive forces…

Suthia withdrew her gaze. When she scanned the surroundings beside her again, the heroes of the Ashen Empire who had once defeated the Miasma, summoned back by the Mother of Miasma, were still fighting now, but she could sense that their power was getting weaker and weaker, and they probably couldn’t last much longer.

After all, these companions from five hundred years ago were all deceased spirits, temporarily summoned by the authority of the Mother of Miasma. And with the invasion of the Source Lord, the Mother of Miasma, no… After several months of fighting, Suthia had already acknowledged Lilith’s identity as a companion. The power of Miasma wielded by Lilith was being consumed by the Source Lord, and she was also struggling to hold on, reaching her limit.

Once Lilith couldn’t hold on, representing the disappearance of Miasma, not only would these spirits of old days also dissipate, but those Sources forced to descend in the low-level form of Beasts would also be able to fully unleash themselves, truly descending in the form of Mythical Creatures form.

At that time, the battle line would no longer be able to be maintained like it was now.

Moreover…

Suthia recalled that in the month since Renji left, she, Nova, and Zero had tried to unite and come outside the world to confront the Source Lord.

But the result of the battle was invariably that they were forced to retreat and withdraw back to their own worlds.

Even Nova, who had the highest combat power among them, couldn’t say that she could harm the Source Lord. Yes, she couldn’t even “harm” it. It wasn’t that the Source Lord’s defensive power was too strong, but that it had nearly infinite recovery power. This was all thanks to the thousands of worlds that the Source Lord had devoured and dominated, all providing an endless supply of power to the Source Lord.

Zero had once calculated that to cause substantial damage to the Source Lord, at least hundreds of combat powers like Nova were needed to make the damage greater than the recovery value. And if they wanted to truly repel the Source Lord, they would need at least double that, two hundred nova level of destructive powers.

But this was obviously too unrealistic for them.Not to mention that In the myriad worlds on the entire World Tree, the total number of calamity-rank beings born had never reached two hundred, let alone that they had to be the pure violent vanguard type.

So afterward, they gave up on dealing with the Source Lord and just focused on protecting the world.

However, today…

Suthia quickly sensed something and looked at the empty ground beside her. In the next second, the light of the teleportation array flickered, and the familiar young man walked out from it. And to the left and right of the young man were four other companions equally familiar to the nun.

Nova, Zero, Lena, and… Lilith.

Miyuki was not among them. She needed to watch over the Blue Planet side, which was also the key to the upcoming final battle.

It was time to put an end to this.

“Are you ready, Thia?”

Renji in the teleportation array looked at Suthia, and she also seemed to no longer be the supreme of a nation, once again transforming into the little nun who had closely followed the Ashen Emperor in the past.

This feeling had not been there for a long time.

The feeling of fighting together with Lord Ashen… with Renji for a common goal, for the world.

Suthia felt as if she had returned to five hundred years ago, a time that was the darkest for the world, but for her, it was also the most unforgettable time.

“Of course, Lord Renji.”

After a soft murmur, Suthia stepped into the young man’s teleportation array. With this, except for Miyuki, the world’s top combat powers had all been brought over by him, gathering at his side.

Afterwards, Renji activated the teleportation. The figures of the few people disappeared on the spot, turning into streaks of light, shooting straight towards the sky shrouded by the Source Creatures.

With the power of Ashen, outside the world, even the Mythical Creature form of the Sources could not block them at all.

Countless Sources were either torn apart and penetrated by the streaks of light in the process of blocking the way, or could only watch helplessly as the streaks of light reached their core, reached their Source Lord.

The streaks of light finally stopped at the crown of the World Tree.

After several months, Renji once again stood in front of the Source Lord, this phoenix at the crown of the world tree that used countless worlds as its own wings.