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Chapter 1797 Farewell (Long Chapter)
A solemn atmosphere permeated the air.

The young man stared blankly at the dense crowd blocked by the cordon.

It wasn't until the woman with the ponytail behind him gently nudged him that he reacted, looked down at the crowd in front of him, and slowly moved forward.

His previously light, bouncy steps became unconsciously heavy at this moment, and the silence and solemnity in the air spread to everyone's heart like an invisible dye.

A black coffin, covered with a white banner bearing the pattern of the Radiant Palace, emerged from the wide gate.

The sky was dark and gloomy, as if dark clouds were gathering in the heavens, like an invisible hand pressing down on the earth and on everyone's heart.

The young man turned his head slightly and glanced at the dark coffin beside him.

At this moment, the deaths of the people inside these coffins, which he had discussed countless times with his companions, transformed into an invisible 'aura' that entangled his soul.

The same young people inside these coffins, the 'injustice' and 'massacre' they once experienced—these simple words gradually merged with his memory and understanding.

He didn't know what to say, only feeling an invisible sadness welling up in his heart, and his eyes glistening with tears.

As the procession moved forward, the onlookers slowly gazed at the endless rows of coffins.

As the densely packed coffins were carried out of the gate, the gazes of the onlookers gradually shifted from bewilderment to shock, and then to pity.

People seemed to know what kind of remains they were receiving this time, but they didn't seem to expect there to be so many coffins.

So many people died in Irons's 'massacre'.

In the news, death is just a number, and with the deliberate concealment by the news media, this number may not even appear in people's sight.

But when it becomes a continuous line of coffins slowly passing in front of the crowd, it becomes a tangible thing that can be seen and touched.

Unconsciously, the crowd of onlookers moved slowly along with the coffin.

As the last coffin left the gate, the city police maintaining order began to tighten the cordon and clear the road.

The crowds on both sides gathered together and followed the coffins.

“Dest,” the woman with the ponytail looked at the crowd around her, slowly approached, looked at the kind-faced man, and whispered, “What exactly did Dawn City advertise to gather so many people?”

“I don’t know either,” Dester said, glancing blankly at the dense crowd around him. “There are just too many people here.”

“Actually, the city government didn’t do much publicity,” the man in black in front quietly interjected, speaking slowly. “The city government only informed everyone through bulletin boards what these young people did, what initiatives they launched, and how they were harmed by the conglomerates.”

"Then why are there so many people?" Dester asked, somewhat puzzled.

The man in black glanced back at him, then shook his head. "I don't know either. When I came here, they told me there probably wouldn't be many people."

Then, the man in black raised his head and looked at the dense crowd. Most of these people were simply dressed and thin. After a pause, he said with a hint of conjecture, "Perhaps they have all been oppressed by conglomerates and had friends like these young people."

Hearing his words, Dester also raised his head and looked at the crowd around him.

The people following the coffin were densely packed together, and Dester could only see the buildings behind the street, but not the boundary of the crowd.

“But I’ve never seen so many people seeing someone off in other cities,” a young man nearby couldn’t help but say.

"That's because other cities don't hold such welcoming and farewell ceremonies for these nameless young people," the man in black said calmly, glancing at the crowd. "Even if they did, under the suppression of the conglomerates, no one dared to come out."

“What they are sending off may not be the young people in these coffins, but their former friends, partners, and relatives,” the woman with the ponytail said thoughtfully, “the nameless heroes for whom they could not send off in the past.”

Dester looked up at the dense crowd and silently sighed, "This is Dawn City."

The young man beside him opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't come up with a word for a long time. He could only sigh and say, "You guys are right. I only know that there are many of them, and I know that when I see them, I can feel the pain, but I can't put it into words."

“Because people with these experiences, those who have had their relatives and friends killed because of conglomerates, are not just in Dawn City,” Dester lowered his head and continued to walk slowly forward, “even you and I are such people.”

The woman with the ponytail lowered her head and didn't say anything more, but continued forward with the coffin.

The young man glanced thoughtfully ahead and slowly moved forward.

boom--

A thunderclap lit up the sky and illuminated the slow steps of the pedestrians.

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Irons

Dark clouds gradually covered the entire twilight sky.

Looking up from the old streets, through the narrow gaps between the city buildings, one can only vaguely see the oppressive and hazy sky.

"A storm is coming." The man in the white robe lowered his head, turning his gaze from the gap between the city walls to the crowd behind him. "How are the preparations going?"

“Almost done, High Priest.” A young figure in white robes walked up to the man and said quickly, “All the preparations are complete, and we can begin immediately.”

The man first raised his hand, glanced at the time, then turned his gaze back to the young figure in white robes. "Give me the communicator."

"Okay." The young man in white immediately handed over a communicator.

The man took the communicator and, after a brief silence, pressed the button on it.

With a faint red light flashing, the communicator's communication screen slowly lit up. The man gripped the communicator and quickly said, "Everyone, check your completion status. Once you're done, everyone stay put and wait."

"Number 1 completed." "Number 2 completed." "Number 3 completed." ...

A series of rapid reports rang out in the communicator, until the last voice finished speaking, at which point he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Everyone, stand by."

The young figure standing in front of the man also looked up, looking at him with some confusion.

“Stand right here,” the white-robed man gestured, making the young white-robed figure stand still. Then he raised his head and said hoarsely, “The great Death Pope is guiding us to the kingdom of the gods. Now, we have accomplished everything, and only one last thing remains.”

He glanced at the young white-robed figure before him, whose eyes were somewhat blank, and continued slowly, "We all know that death is not the end, but only the beginning of a longer and more eternal life. Under the watchful eyes of the great gods, we will gain an even longer and more enduring life in the underworld."

The young man in white robes standing in front of him raised his head and looked at the man with an even more bewildered gaze, as if everything happening before his eyes had exceeded his initial understanding of the plan.

However, the man in white robes did not stop speaking, but continued, "We are all the most loyal servants of the gods, and the gods have always favored us. Now, it has come to the point where we need to show our loyalty and piety to the gods."

On the communicator, someone seemed to have realized something, and a slight commotion came through.

However, the man in the white robe continued speaking without pause, "I hope you can understand that death is with us; this is only the beginning of our longer lives."

The young man in white robes standing in front of the man finally realized something. He raised his head, reached out, and tried to grab the man in white robes. "Priest!"

At that moment, streaks of purple light appeared beneath his feet, instantly forming intricate patterns and even transforming into long, thin ropes that wrapped around his ankles and body, binding his entire form.

This is exactly the pattern he just drew himself.

"No! Your Excellency!" "Save me! Your Excellency!"...

A series of pleas for mercy came through the communicator.

However, upon hearing this voice, the white-robed man's expression remained unchanged. He simply watched everything calmly and sighed softly, "It seems you have not yet grasped the true meaning of death. I hope that between life and death, you can glimpse a deeper truth."

"priest···"

The young figure standing in front of the white-robed man looked at him and stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to grab the white-robed man's body.

However, the fine purple light had already transformed into long, thin lines, further entangling his entire body.

Those thin beams of light almost instantly tore through his clothes and pierced his skin, cutting through his flesh like thin blades.

However, no blood flowed from the cut flesh; or rather, the surging blood was absorbed the moment it touched the light, leaving only a pure white expanse.

"Ah—" A painful roar echoed under the gray sky. The young figure in white robes seemed to want to say something, but he could no longer utter a word.

The white-robed man watched all this quietly, watching the young white-robed figure in front of him be enveloped by the slender rays of light, entwining into a continuous clump.

Painful and intense screams also came from the communicator.

However, the man in the white robe simply watched all of this quietly, listening to the roars in silence.

“There are still some who haven’t spoken up,” he said hoarsely. “The gods have always been watching over us, and now is the time for us to offer our devotion to them. The gods will surely see your sincerity.”

He raised his head, looking at the young figure before him who was already enveloped in purple light, and said in a hoarse voice, "We will gain true immortality in the underworld."

As he spoke, the young figure enveloped in purple light began to melt like ice and snow, merging into the earth beneath his feet and into the purple light.

The previously dim magic array now shone with brilliant light, illuminating the gloomy sky.

The sounds of pain and screams coming from the communicator gradually subsided and eventually disappeared completely, turning into a silent stillness.

The white-robed man simply watched all of this quietly, then slowly stepped forward and entered the dense array of radiant magic.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, as if his gaze could pierce through the infinite distance and see the gods who dwell high above the stars.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

He opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and his sharp voice broke the dark and deep silence, "God! Please have mercy on us!"

boom--

The thunderous roar illuminated the sky, startling the crowds in the twilight.

A sudden burst of intense light erupted beneath the white-robed man's feet, illuminating the entire earth as if the sun were shining down.

Countless thin threads surged from the earth, enveloping the white-robed man's body. He raised his head and, with a slightly frenzied roar, uttered a strange yet sacred song: "All beings are born into suffering and weakness, only death grants eternity!"

Those fine rays of light instantly enveloped his body, like a wild beast opening its jaws to devour its delicious prey.

The white-robed man's body melted away almost instantly, flowing into the earth.

Countless brilliant lights shone from the magic circle and spread in all directions.

boom--

Thick, dark clouds obscured the sky, and thunder roared through them.

These intricate arrays of light, like mad snakes, began to spread upwards along the gaps between the surrounding high-rise buildings, attempting to envelop them all.

"Aaaaaah—" "What is this?!?"...

Panic-stricken screams echoed between the tall buildings.

"stop!"

A sound as loud as a bell rang out under the dim sky, and under the dazzling light of the magic array, an old man leaning on a curved cane slowly walked out from a corner of the street.

As he spoke, the rapidly ascending lines came to an abrupt halt, unable to move even an inch further.

The originally brilliant light of the magic array dimmed rapidly in that instant, and some invisible and terrifying power spread throughout the space, suppressing the rapidly rising light downwards.

Soon, the spreading light was once again pressed back into the earth.

The old man with the cane raised his head, looking at the dim light around him with a deep gaze.

Boom boom boom—

At that very moment, a dense barrage of thunder roared across the sky.

A series of dazzling lights illuminated the city amidst its towering buildings.

Those were magic arrays burning with light, their radiance spreading in all directions and enveloping the surrounding buildings.

The elderly man in formal attire, leaning on a curved cane, turned around, looked at the radiance, and his face darkened.

Thick, dark clouds completely obscured the sky.

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