The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

“I’m sorry, Hercules, we may not be able to continue with you,” Hercules said on the shores of Boston.

Behind him, his close friends who had once fought alongside him to kill Zeus shared the same thought, smiling as they looked toward the dawn of the world.

“This is, after all, our real world. Although it’s just a parallel world, it’s our true home,” Hector said, glancing at Howard the gigolo who was still fooling around in the distance.

Hector also learned that the boy was his descendant, albeit only a few percent related. That at least proved that many of his descendants were still alive in the world.

“Although I hate to admit it, our strength is no longer sufficient to keep up with the dangers you face. In fact, we might only become a burden in the future. So let’s say goodbye and leave this world behind.” Odysseus smiled. “There are still hundreds of millions of monsters in this world that haven’t been redeemed, right? Someone has to stay here to clean up this mess.”

Xue Dinglu also fell silent. He understood that even the heroes who materialized from fantasy could not save everyone. There were always people in the world who could not be saved even by light. They remained in a 'vegetative state', hiding in some unknown corner of the world.

They are the most evil and terrifying monsters, and there may even be some fallen mystics among them who have escaped the plague. It is very likely that the plague of the wasteland will break out again among them.

Besides, this is their future world...

However, Xue's Law does not agree with Odysseus's statement that they were a burden.

Even this time, no one is a burden.

The bacteriophages cultivated by the young couple known as "Doctor Xue's Law"...

The mystic Austin, Howard, and the evil spirit Annabelle set up the ritual and successfully defended the high ground and crystal when the enemy attacked.

We successfully contacted the old man who loves crafts and completed the handover of the phage karke.

Odysseus, who infiltrated the base and preemptively launched a perfect team before the mystics completed their ritual.

And inside Nazigera, the old man of Lovecraft, who ultimately counterattacked through self-destruction and bacteriophages.

Even at the very end, they prevented Brinton from escaping and used the Skybreaker to locate the Greek heroes who were trying to escape Brinton.

There was also the old ghost, who kept chatting with Xue Daolu to keep him from getting bored...

Everyone seemed indispensable; without anyone, the battle would not end so easily. They were no longer facing just an ancient creature, but a collective entity of the despair and numbness of 52 billion people.

And the fruit of the sacred tree, fed by 52 billion souls, and Brinton, who ate that fruit.

If Odysseus had started the attack any later, and the Fallen Mystics had summoned the "Death Spirit," they might have faced an enemy with a power level of 80 billion.

Without the self-disclosure of the old man who loves craftsmanship, Xue's Law would never have gathered the brilliance of 79 billion people.

If it weren't for the two mystics and Annabelle protecting the ritual from the evil spirits' attack, he wouldn't have been able to complete this false brilliance of "honoring glory"...

Xue's Law never believed they would hold us back, but now, our old friends seem to have truly grown old. They want to return to their homeland, both as a glorious homecoming and to resolve the world's last remaining threat...

Just as the wicked Tudor said, someone always has to stay in this world to solve these problems.

Furthermore, Xue's Law will not hinder his friends' dreams. If his friends are willing to travel the world with him, he will be happy to do so. If his friends want to retire and return to their hometown, he will offer his best wishes.

Xue Dinglu took a deep breath, preparing to offer his blessings to his friends, when he suddenly paused and said, "There's a problem. Even if I use my illusion to materialize and give you new bodies, because magic is forbidden in this world, all individuals from the Age of Gods onwards have a lifespan of only... 200 years..."

This is data that Xue Law just obtained from his mother.

After the Age of Gods, the lifespan of newborn humans is limited to 200 years... This is the ultimate limit set by the world.

Even after he leaves this world, their divine magic and treasures will disappear, just like his aunt, who can only use "pseudo-cursed blood," and all the magic of the divine era will vanish.

“So what? Two hundred years is more than enough. In fact, for us, this second life has far exceeded our expectations!” Achilles said.

“We might not even need a 200-year lifespan. Without magic, we might die while we’re cleaning up those remnants.” Another hero said.

They've all come to terms with it. They've already gotten their money's worth, and now whatever they do is a new chapter in their lives.

There's even a chance you might find your children and grandchildren three thousand years from now. Even if you can't fulfill your wish of holding your grandchildren, you can still hug your many, many... granddaughters.

"Don't even think about dating your great-granddaughter!" another hero teased.

"Don't worry, it's been more than five generations, it's not consanguineous marriage..."

The Greeks' conversation drifted to discussing their sexual fetishes, which made the old ghost beside them start sweating profusely.

This paladin felt that having a child with a nun while drunk in his youth was a heinous crime, so much so that he didn't realize he had made a mistake that night until many years later...

But looking at this group of people, old Barak suddenly felt that he was still too noble. It was a pity that he didn't know at the time that what he had always wanted to tell that nun was that he was willing to take on her life.

Unfortunately, by the time he learned about the illegitimate daughter, the nun had already passed away.

Although he later became the Guardian of the World and knew that this was the work of the Holy See, he did not hate the Holy See. After all, without this incident, all his descendants might have died, and there would be no Alora, his only hope now.

While the old ghost was still "dreaming of the past with tears still wet on his face," the Greek heroes were preparing to say their final farewells.

They all decided to stay in this world, a world with 6 million remnants, surviving mystics in the shadows, and those dog breeds trying to overthrow the world.

As former heroes, they have to take decisive action, whether for their own world or for their beloved grandchildren. They will make this choice.

Therefore, the heroes poured all their power into their original Noble Phantasms and handed them over to Xue Lude.

No hero hoards their treasures: the Sevenfold Ring of the Blazing Sky, the Unyielding Spear, the Hydra Bow and Arrows, the Golden Lion Hide, the Cerberus Necklace, the Odyssey's Leather Armor...

Dozens of treasures were handed over to Xue Luding. This was their last gift to Xue Luding, and also their final farewell, which carried the spiritual energy and power of all of them. Although those treasures were not very powerful, most of them were only at the level of "D~B".

However, many of them possess strange and unusual abilities, which might be able to help Xue's Law at some point in the future under certain circumstances, and that would be enough.

This was their final gift.

Xue Ludao took a deep breath and looked at the dazzling array of treasures displayed on the beach. These were the last gifts his old friends had given him before parting, and Xue Ludao would give them a return gift in return.

Besides materializing illusions and creating a magic-free version of their bodies using their original bloodline...

Xue's Law, inspired by Birdman A, created a bizarre suit of armor that, to the Greek heroes, resembled a greenbottle fly or a greenbottle locust; everyone wore one…

"Since you're going to clean up the hidden, corrupt mystics and their remnants, then this is my return gift. Your Noble Phantasms are useless here, but mine are." Xue Dinglu looked at the fly-locust armor materialized from his imagination and grinned.

The next moment, each piece of armor transformed into a small belt, which could be carried with one's body simply by hanging it on one's body. After he left, the physical bodies of these old friends were only at the quasi-first rank due to the magic ban, but their martial arts and combat experience were enough to make them invincible below the second rank.

If everyone had this "D-rank" or similar Noble Phantasm-like armor, they could be invincible below the 3rd rank, and even be able to protect them in battle after losing their magic power.

Everyone took the belt, and after surfing the internet, some people seemed to recognize it and commented, "Shouldn't you also give us a motorcycle?"

"How about adding a card pack? That way we can switch between different cards to transform."

Why not mention coins and soda?

Do you have Flame Lava?

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and they fastened the belt around their necks. From now on, they would remain in this world, relying on this belt, a last gift from their friend, to fight against the remnants and hunt down the fallen mystics.

All darkness will be brought to justice.

"How about we set up an organization? Although we need to fight the remnants all over the world, it would be better to meet and keep in touch every year."

"Let's call the organization Athens."

"Bullshit! Why not call it Sparta?"

"I think Kaludon sounds better..."

"Calling it Attica is fine too..."

A group of people started arguing about naming the organization after their hometowns, and no one was willing to give in. Finally, Hector, their nominal "first mate" of the Sky Thunder, said, "Let's call it Sky Thunder. I don't think anyone will have any objections."

Thus, this strange organization was formed. They all left Boston with their belts and headed to all parts of the world. The 33 members of the Skybreaker were prepared to use their own methods to eliminate the remnants of the revolution.

They will write new stories and adventures in this world that originally belonged to them.

After that, it was time for the knights to clash with the strange men.

"Farewell, Sisyphus." Hector bid him a final farewell. This great Trojan hero, the most morally upright hero of ancient Greece, bowed sincerely to Sisyphus.

May your light never fade, and may you forever walk on the path of your childhood dreams. May you leave home for half your life and return still a youth at heart.

Chapter 202 The Farewell of the Three Evil Spirits

The old friends of ancient Greece are all gone; they too have their own poetry and distant horizons.

Although staying in this world means they have lost everything—their treasures, power, and even all their past relationships and concepts have to be rebuilt, and they even have to face more than 6 million enemies lurking in the shadows.

These enemies are the most cunning and evil monsters in the world, the part of the 52 billion people who have been turned into zombies that even the light cannot save, an unparalleled darkness, and the darkest part of humanity.

But none of them hesitated. With 6 million enemies hidden in the shadows, Xue Law certainly didn't have time to pick them out one by one and kill them. So they decided to stay, just as they said, "Someone has to deal with this."

However, what follows is the story between Kamen Rider and monsters. He will occasionally keep an eye on things here, but he will no longer watch over them like a babysitter. He has more important things to do.

Not far away, three evil spirits were exchanging their experiences. Annabelle was mainly talking about how they had struggled to resist the attacks of the evil spirit clones and how she had turned into a teddy bear and risked her life.

The girl seemed to have a real talent for storytelling; her tales captivated old Barack and the old man who loved crafts. The old man was practically saying, "Here's a pen, you write the story, and we'll publish it together..."

Then, for some reason, she started talking about the Ultraman story she had just watched, and kept scratching her head and looking for her phone, or rather, Xue's phone.

Those two old cell phones were originally Xue Luding's old phones. After he formatted and cleaned them up, he specially downloaded hundreds of gigabytes of Ultraman movies onto them, just so that when he encountered other children, he could hand them over to let them watch more tokusatsu shows.

One of the copies was given to the old mystic Austin, and later, after many twists and turns, ended up in the hands of this child.

"Sigh, it's all gone..." She seemed like a deflated balloon.

"You also mentioned that the battle with the evil spirit's clone was very intense, so you might have accidentally lost it at that time." The old man who loved crafts ruffled the little girl's hair.

Even he found it novel that these three evil spirits, who had descended in this way, would actually genuinely like this era's world, especially himself. With Randolph Carter, the legendary investigator from Cthulhu horror stories, as his core, he actually developed a sense of dependence on another parallel world.

Although in this story, I am no longer the legendary investigator who is the protagonist, but a supporting character, in Nazieira's body, the old man who loves crafts is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Even if he's not the MVP, he's definitely the best support player.

Thinking of this, the old man took off his mask, revealing the thin face of a middle-aged man.

He was very ordinary, very plain, and not even as old as I had imagined; he looked to be about 50 years old.

After he took off his mask, his figure slowly turned into specks of light. The old man seemed to realize something, and he smiled and said, "It seems my time has come. I must leave."

Annabelle and old Barack were both stunned. They hadn't expected the old man who loved crafts to leave so abruptly.

"Goodbye. I'm very happy with this commission. Perhaps we'll have the chance to meet again in the future." This legendary investigator, who seemed straight out of a novel, disappeared into the light. He added one last thing: "Mr. Xue, this is my commission fee. Please feel free to contact me again if you have the opportunity."

The old man who loved craftsmanship disappeared, as if he had never existed.

The only thing left behind was that gargoyle-like mask, which rose up and slowly floated to Xue Dinglu's feet as he turned around.

Xue Luding, who had just seen his friends off, picked up the gargoyle mask, and a scan popped up on the system panel.

【Faceless Man's Face (A-): After wearing this mask, "no one" can detect your true face. You can modify your face to any extent or disguise yourself as someone else.

Note: This only applies to facial features. If your habits and posture differ significantly from the person being imitated, you will still be easily identified.

Xue Luding glanced at it, a slight smile playing on his lips. This kind of functional treasure was exactly what he needed. Although the illusion materialization could accomplish more than 90% of the tasks, modifying the face with it was like re-creating a character's appearance, requiring constant practice in character creation techniques.

Unfortunately, Xue Dinglu is terrible at character creation when playing games. He either chooses the default face or randomizes it. If he were to create his own face, he would definitely be able to create an ancient god-like appearance.

This Faceless Man mask essentially gave him a universal face-creation library, and also prevented others from detecting his true appearance.

Xue Lude picked up the mask. In his hands, this gargoyle mask could transform into any shape. He chose a white mask and put it on his face.

"Snapped."

The white mask fit Xue Daolu's face perfectly, without him feeling any discomfort or stuffiness. The mask looked just like a real face.

"Wow, what a sinister face! Couldn't you have chosen a more mortal mask to wear? Like my favorite Ultraman or Kamen Rider masks," Annabelle remarked, looking at Xue Dinglu in his white mask.

Xue Law: "..."

No, is the white mask really considered evil? Why doesn't he just change to an ox-headed or horse-faced mask? That would definitely be the underworld.

After Annabelle finished complaining, light slowly seeped out from her body. After being surprised for a while, the little witch suddenly laughed and said, "Oh my, I never thought that I, a notorious demon, could become light one day."

"What?" The only old ghost that showed no signs of dissipating hurriedly asked.

"It's when the evil spirit's obsessions and desires are completely fulfilled, and it has nothing left to do. In this situation, the evil spirit will slowly disappear. That's probably my current state," she said, scratching her head sheepishly.

"That's good. By the way, what is your wish?" the old spirit asked.

"Marry Daigo-nii."

Old Barak: "..."

What is all this nonsense? Who came up with this crazy person?

Although Old Barak wasn't from this world, he knew that Daigo was from this era, having played Ultraman about thirty years ago, and was now probably an old man in his fifties or sixties.

But you are an evil spirit born in the last century, how could you have such an outrageous wish?

"Just kidding, but I really have to go now. It's been a wonderful journey." The little witch glowed completely, then looked at Xue Dinglu and said slowly, "See you again sometime, my 'Daigo-nii'..."

Xue Law: “?”

She didn't say her last sentence directly, but instead mouthed it in the light.

So the old undead didn't see it from his perspective; instead, he kept complaining.