foreigner's journey

Chapter 1745 Elegy of the Soul
Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...

Blood dripped onto the illusory steps of the soul, pooling into a pool of blood.

Bast was impaled by more than a dozen soul swords, soul spears, and soul arrows of varying shapes and sizes, pinning him firmly to the enormous, seemingly endless bronze gate.

She lowered her head, having returned from the ultimate conceptual form to human form, letting the blood flow continuously from her wounds without any reaction.

Most seriously, there was a soul sword embedded in her chest, near her heart. This sword was firmly embedded in Buster's chest, radiating colorful soul currents in all directions.

Not far away, the Singer of Destiny, panting heavily, stretched out his arm and slowly wiped the blood from his face.

She was really too difficult to deal with; Alice never expected that Buster would be so tough to handle.

The Ender Glory is ever-changing and can infinitely heal itself as long as it is in darkness.

The Dark Canopy transforms the battlefield into a completely dark realm, protecting Bast while maximizing the benefits for Ender Glory.

These two divine artifacts complement each other, and the power they unleash is far beyond that of ordinary divine artifacts.

Not to mention that when Buster fights, he's like a completely insane wildcat, with every move a trade of injury for injury, or even life for life.

If it weren't for the Spiral Realm's safety net, allowing the Singer of Destiny to relentlessly consume his soul to repair himself, he would probably have been killed by Buster's ferocious fighting style just minutes ago.

Even so, the Singer of Fate suffered immense, irreparable trauma.

Only one-third of her soul remains.

Suddenly sensing the deaths of Cheryl and Rahu, the most insane part of the Fate Singer's nature was triggered, and he voluntarily sacrificed two-thirds of his soul to the Gate of Truth to create two of the highest-grade [Soul-Chosen Swords].

The first Soul-Chosen Sword shattered the Ender Glory beyond repair, and the Soul Sword itself perished in the Ender Glory's final counterattack.

The second Soul-Chosen Sword pierced through the Dark Canopy, along with Bast hidden within it, and pinned it firmly to the bronze door of the Gate of Truth.

Huff... Huff... Huff...

The Singer of Fate gasped for breath, her face as pale as a corpse that had been submerged in water for over ten days. Her concept was the soul; sacrificing two-thirds of her soul would grant her unparalleled destructive power, but it would also cause her unimaginable harm.

She couldn't even maintain her ultimate conceptual form and was forced to revert to human form.

But it's all worth it.

The Singer of Destiny staggered a few times before barely regaining his balance. He looked at Buster, about to say a few words of victory, but suddenly froze.

Another spiral boundary has collapsed! And... it's Zhicheng!

"Westton..."

The singer of fate looked up into the distance, his eyes instantly turning red.

That foolish king, who was omniscient and always gentle and considerate to his companions, is also dead...

Cheryl, Rahu, and now Weston! The Starsea has once again taken my companions!

Heather's lackeys, you are the most damned bastards!
"Bastard thing!!"

Enraged, the Singer of Fate drained the souls of an entire multiverse to forge a Soul Sword, which he hurled forward. The Soul Sword pierced Bast's body, causing the delicate form nailed to the bronze door to tremble slightly once more.

With a whoosh, three more soul-shaped short swords materialized between his fingers, held like kunai. The Singer of Destiny's eyes were red with tears, but a ferocious, crazed smile crept across his lips.

"There are less than thirty seconds left, but don't think you can die so easily, Bastet."

I will try to slow down your soul's perception of the passage of time, and allow you to experience as much of the world's most painful punishments as possible.

These thirty seconds can last us three hundred years. When the Spiral Realm restarts, I'll throw your unrecognizable corpse—skin peeled off, features destroyed, bones crushed—in front of Heather, and all the pain the Spiral suffered will be returned to the Star Sea!
As long as I live, Spiral has not lost! Spiral will rise again, and Starsea will perish!
Did you hear me, you bitch! Speak up!

As he spoke, the Singer of Fate hurled his soul kunai with madness, striking precisely the most vulnerable and painful spot on the human body. Buster, however, only twitched slightly; otherwise, he was like a tattered rag doll, completely unresponsive.

Has it reached the brink of death? The Singer of Fate looked at the tattered, doll-like Buster and suddenly felt a sense of despondency.

Cosmer, whom I admired, is dead; Mercury Serpent, my best friend and rival, is dead; Cheryl and Rahu, whom I regarded as my children, are dead; and now even the foolish king, who was both my teacher and friend, is dead.

The Singer of Destiny suddenly felt that nothing mattered anymore; it didn't matter, let everything be destroyed.

Clang! The Soul Sword fell to the ground, dissipating into countless specks of light. The Singer of Destiny covered his face with his hands, staggering back several steps, letting out a mournful wail:

"Why... Waaah... Why did we do what you asked, and yet this is still the ending..."

Answer me, spiral male…

At this moment, the time has come. The Singer of Destiny can now hear the sounds of the collapse and restart of the infinite multiverse, which is the signal that the Spiral Realm is beginning to restart.

It doesn't matter anymore. The Singer of Destiny has waited for the Spiral Realm to restart. After the Star Sea is completely destroyed, she may have to ask the Spiral Lord face to face and get to the bottom of things—

laugh! !

The Singer of Destiny slowly released his hands from his face, looking at the sticky blood in his palms. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and looked down in disbelief.

A massive sword, broken in half, pierced through her chest and abdomen, tearing through her back and bringing out a large amount of bone fragments and internal organ fragments.

"Varied……"

*Swoosh!* The shattered chain knife pierced her right eye, smashing the eyeball and embedding it deep into her brain, which was located in the eye socket.

Even the excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone could not suppress the singer of fate's shock and rage. Buster was on the verge of death. Who was it?!
She endured the excruciating pain and tried to raise her hand to summon the Gate of Truth to merge with the Ultimate Conceptual Body, but countless dark shadows and fine lines shot out from all directions, piercing through the Singer of Destiny's skin and penetrating her tendons and bones, firmly fixing all her movements in place.

Bast's signature move, Shadow Stitch.

At this moment, the Singer of Destiny's only remaining left eye finally saw the truth.

What was once an empty space before him now resembled lines drawn in the air with a pencil and then painted on. Buster's scarred body remained in a thrusting stance, gripping a sword with both hands. The broken sword he held was none other than the Darkin Greatsword Aatrox.

Impossible, Buster clearly already... Wait, who's nailed to the door?
She hurriedly looked toward the door and discovered that the body nailed to it was no longer Buster's frail, doll-like form, but a strange woman.

The woman had dark skin and silver hair. The Soul Sword and the Soul Choice Sword firmly pinned her to the door, but a tattered cloak formed from the dark sky covered her wounds, shifting them from a fatal location to a less fatal one. Even so, the dark-skinned woman grimaced in pain, blood continuously flowing from her mouth and nose.

On the dark-skinned woman's finger was a broken ring.

[Spectrum] Dodolina!?

Wait, isn't the spectrum supposed to be with the Foolish King? Rick Sanchez clearly sent me a message...

The Singer of Fate turned even paler, realizing that not only Rick Sanchez, but even the Foolish King seemed to have betrayed her. Why, Weston?

At this moment, the anticipated restart of the spiral boundary has not occurred, and the universe remains as quiet as ever.

In the blink of an eye, Alice, the singer of destiny, understood everything.

The Soul Chosen Sword did indeed destroy the Ender Glory, but in the extremely short interval between the two Soul Chosen Sword attacks, Spectrum used her ability to swap appearances with Buster.

Spectrum took the brunt of the Soul-Chosen Sword aimed at the Dark Sky, ensuring its absolute hit, while Spectrum concealed itself using its abilities.

Just when he thought the outcome was decided, he fell into their trap.

Dorothy Spectrum, it can even affect my perception of the flow of time? And that's not all; it can also induce temporary mood swings. Damn that [Emotional Spectrum]!
"There's no time for you to continue reminiscing about the past, Alice Wasitworth."

Bast's rapid breathing filled the air; she too was at her limit, but was clearly still in better shape than the Fate Singer. With all her might, she thrust her arms forward, and the Darkin greatsword, shattered by the Soul Chosen Sword, tore open and magnified the horrific penetrating wound in the Fate Singer's chest and abdomen.
"Go and reunite with your Cosmer and your beloved disciples!"

"No--!!"

The Fate Singer let out a shrill roar, and was immediately shattered by the chain blade and the Darkin greatsword!
The scattered blood and flesh, as soon as they hit the air, turned into countless specks of light and dissipated into the universe.

With the death of the Singer of Destiny, the entire universe of the Past Soul Realm began to tremble and wail. The pillar of this Spiral Realm was dead, and collapse began.

Spectrum Dorothy's ringed arm fell limply to her side, feeling the Soul Sword on her body and the bronze gate behind her vanish along with the Singer of Destiny's death. She slumped weakly onto the crumbling ground of the Soul Kingdom, whispering feebly, "Ba...Baster..."

In order to mislead the Fate Singer at the last moment, Spectrum played defensively for the entire game, even sacrificing her life tool [Origin Lamp Ring] to briefly unleash the highest effect of Emotion Spectrum. This successfully induced the Fate Singer's emotions to become abnormal, thus creating the best and only opportunity for Buster to strike.

Buster's soul was linked to the Dark Sky, which took the damage itself to protect the Spectrum from the Soul-Chosen Sword's fatal blow, and this damage was also fed back to Buster.

Not far away, Buster remained motionless in his sword-wielding stance before slowly collapsing to the ground.

The shattered Darkin Greatsword and Darkin Chainblade completely disintegrated into dust and scattered, leaving no trace.

Watching the dark cloak, which resembled black mud, drip down his body and then dissipate, Spectrum could no longer contain himself and burst into tears.

Spiral Realm, Earth 27, Destruction.

Spiral Pillar [Singer of Fate] Alice, Death.

A hard-fought victory.