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When Chuncui arrived, the two people were nowhere to be seen. Only Bumblebee was standing there, unable to say a word. He watched everything happen in silence, neither trying to stop it nor trying to persuade them.

She could understand every word spoken by both parties, but she could no longer understand after forming a sentence. Unknowingly, the little guy she had high hopes for had grown up to be a qualified god. Even if he still had some bad habits, they were harmless trivial matters. It was just that she was still blindly immersed in the memories of him when he was still young, and completely treated him as a child who still needed to grow up.

It seems that when everything is over, nothing is different, and I am the only one left standing still.

She barely knew that this was a game between two gods, but she could not help or make any decisions.

She was so distracted that she was still thinking about the discussion between the two sides that she didn't even know what was going on.

I simply looked up at this tent that seemed strangely familiar, and felt irritated.

Chunchun held the bone nail behind him with his backhand and became more alert.

This feeling was very similar to the one Green gave him, but it was also completely opposite to Green, and the breath of God also came to an abrupt end here, and was replaced by another breath of the same essence.

Finally, it pulled out the bone nail without any restraint and slashed at the tent. The high scarlet flames almost swallowed him instantly, and the pale runes suddenly exploded, leaving a circular gap. Void-like tendrils stretched out from his chest, violently tearing at the flames, almost tearing the entire tent apart.

"Pure what are you doing?"

But Bumblebee's voice stopped it, and it took two quick steps back to leave the range of the flames. The huge bone nails were nailed into the ground, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

It turned around and answered people's questions.

“I’m just chasing after God.”

This answer gave Bumblebee a headache. She knew that Green had some problems. Too much emotion even backfired on his mind. After all, as a container, he had suppressed too many emotions for many years, so when they erupted, they were particularly strong, and he himself was not even aware of the problem.

She thought that Purity had always been calm, but was just hiding it well. How could she almost forget that it was because Purity had a mind that could not be concealed by the pale nothingness that led to the leakage of the plague and the destruction of the seal.

"Pure, I think we need to have a good talk. As for the ghost, you don't have to worry. It's much more powerful than we imagined. I think you should deal with your own problems first."

Bumblebee tried to calm the other person down, but she didn't see any anger from him, whether it was the sudden attack or the way he was looking directly at her.

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't think I need it. I don't have any problems."

115 Green's persistence and impending defeat

The captain looked at the little knight and Green and dismissed all his previous thoughts. Although everything could be false, that falsehood should not be revealed to a person who is destined to fail, because it has no meaning, unless it is a deliberate evil intention.

At first he thought that the other party was either a puppet like himself, or a vicious dog that was even worse than a puppet, but the little knight did not look like a god, and the Green who was like him did not look like a grinning vicious dog under the throne of God.

The captain now found those groundless speculations from before a bit funny.

When did he become so panicked? Was his death inevitable?

But the fact is, whether this change happens or not, his death will be inevitable, turning into food for the flames, and a new container will be regenerated to accommodate the new flames.

The captain had already seen his own demise through Green. Even though the opponent's fighting style seemed extremely immature in his eyes, the opponent's chance of winning was slim, and his own chance of survival was zero.

The captain bowed deeply to the other party, his movements so graceful that there was no fault to be found.

"I hope there will be a satisfactory outcome for both of us."

He made a suggestive gesture, regardless of whether the other party could understand what he meant.

Green has never had much patience, and influenced by his father, he couldn't stand these words and didn't care about the false etiquette. His figure passed by like a ghost, and almost in an instant he was in front of the captain who was still bowing.

The sharp cloak collided with the air, making a rustling sound, but the opponent simply dodged away from the spot nonchalantly, his scarlet pupils staring at the sharp cloak passing by, followed by an undisguised chuckle.

"Attacking is a good tactic, provided it's completely unexpected."

The leader never liked to say anything in grand performances. He was used to compressing all his words into increasingly fierce attacks, because any words would be a desecration of the ceremony and a mockery of the battle. This was not Nightmare's insistence, but his own.

"Come on, kid, show me your skills. This alone is not enough if you want to put on a magnificent show."

The captain's originally pure black body gradually turned scarlet. The nightmare should not have affected reality, so he paid the price. Tiny cracks slowly spread evenly along his body. The pain caused at that moment almost made him unable to stand steadily. Fortunately, the pain was soothed by the numbness brought about by the expansion of power in the next moment.

But by chance, this small mistake was caught by the furious Green, and the sharp cloak followed closely, followed by the familiar sound of flesh being torn.

"Don't speculate on me with your shallow thoughts, and there's no need to use useless words to disturb my thoughts. Don't use such an arrogant attitude to point fingers at me. Moreover, I don't want the reason I kill you to be because of your ridiculous distraction. It sounds like a stupid mockery."

Green was particularly displeased with the opponent's behavior. He anxiously used the immature skills he had figured out based on his father's methods. From the very beginning, he anxiously found that he seemed to be trapped in the opponent's rhythm. If the opponent had not been distracted for a moment, then all his attacks until now would have been in vain.

And this fact made him feel powerless.

"You shouldn't be so impatient. Use your power flexibly, child. I don't remember me stripping you of the power of fire. Why don't you try to use this power that originally belonged to you? Or are you afraid?"

The captain began to speak the most vulnerable facts in people's hearts in that hoarse voice again. The flames that shot up into the sky surrounded Green at a tricky angle and surrounded him unexpectedly, like a cage that was gradually closed. When Green escaped from it in a hurry, the greedy flames had gradually attached to his cloak, burning it miserably.

Green didn't reply, but just kept attacking.

The team leader finally remained silent this time, but he looked at people meaningfully, his expression full of mockery.

Of course, he understood why the other party was reluctant to use the power of fire. It was just for some useless pretense. Perhaps he felt that the power of fire came from nightmares, and since he now represented the void, he should not use those powers and was willing to be restrained.

What a naive and ignorant child.

If the other party still harbors such ignorant thoughts, then even the slightest possibility of victory will be wiped out.

Was he being too kind? Or was the Void God so indulgent that he had forgotten this was a life-or-death struggle?

A perfect performance must have a wonderful ending, and death and blood are the best seasonings.

The captain's attacks became more and more fierce, and the blade-like cloaks collided with each other. The captain and Green were very close, and the blade-like cloaks blocked each other's weapons. They were in a stalemate until scarlet flames burst out from under Green's feet.

The burning of the scorching flames made Green feel like he was struck by lightning. He scattered and turned into tiny bats, and reappeared at the edge of the stage gasping for breath. But before he could stand firm, scarlet bats flew towards him. He staggered and dodged, looking very embarrassed.

The cracks on the captain's body grew larger and larger, and flames could be vaguely seen coming out of his cracked body. However, the red cracks were well covered by the body that had turned bright red, so Green did not realize that the captain was already on the verge of collapse.

"You really disappoint me. Your skills are so poor and your thinking is so childish. I thought you had grown up, but it seems you are still far from enough."

His strength got further out of control, so that his whole body began to burn with flames. He sprinted with all his strength, at an incredible speed, to kill Green completely, leaving no room for the other party to escape.

Countless applause and screams seemed to echo in the empty theater, as if the audience were still sitting in the stands. The void in the little knight's body was almost out of control, shouting, "Save Green!" It saw that Green had no way of withstanding the opponent's almost self-sacrificing attack, which meant that he would completely die in this shocking performance.

This was not what the little knight wanted to see, but he thought of another brave warrior. He was not sure whether saving the other person would be more cruel to Green. At worst, he could be resurrected again, he convinced himself.

This is a battle between them, and the little knight cannot interfere. Intervention would be a humiliation, a naked distrust and trampling.

"You know what? Our clan is very special. We can only have one vessel at any time. The moment the heir fully grows up is the moment we die, because only then can the vessel be completed."

The God of Nightmares had no intention of having a head-on collision with the God of Void. This world was huge, so huge that it was boundless, so all he wanted the captain to do was kill the other party. Only in this way could he continue with the ritual of fire smoothly and create a new container.

116 The last solo dance in the burning flames

The scorching breath and the threat of real death that was almost before his eyes made Green's thoughts stagnate.

Everything had gone smoothly for him since he was a vessel, but now, he was finally paying the price for his arrogance.

Green did not regret it, because he knew that he would do the same thing if he started over again, but regret and fear inevitably surged into his heart. He regretted that his stubbornness and inability to adapt made him lose the game for his father, and he was afraid of separation and he was afraid that he would never see his father again.

His scarlet pupils were straightened into a line, and sharp jagged lines appeared between his lips and teeth. He was so panicked about not being able to see his father that he began to feel like roaring hysterically.

This fear prompted Green to completely combine the power of the void and fire, and it burst out in an instant. The pure black flame not only did not bring any brightness, but instead distorted and swallowed the surrounding light as much as possible, and even the flame burning on the leader who was close to him became dim.

But it was too late, and the best outcome would be mutual destruction.

At least I didn't lose and didn't embarrass my father.

Green quietly waited for the final result. Even the hysteria that had arisen in his trance faded away, leaving only his attachment to his father. But he had no time to look back now, he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Because the bloody flames were almost touching him, and similarly, Green's black flames were about to swallow the leader whole.

However, the imagined intense pain did not come. Green opened his eyes in confusion, but saw the captain laughing crazily in the pure black flames. His laughter was so unscrupulous and so disregarding of etiquette.

"Wow, what a beautiful performance, what a perfect curtain call. The ritual of fire ends here. Everything, this infinitely traveling troupe, should also collapse."

Perhaps it was because the void and nightmare canceled each other out, his body, which had been collapsing rapidly, showed some signs of easing. But that was just drinking poison to quench thirst. No matter who won the battle between the two different flames of nightmare and void, it meant the fact that he was about to wither.

He had actually planned for this day a long time ago, but he just couldn't find any opportunity.

You see, the puppet eventually broke the strings with its own strength. Even if the day the strings broke was the day its life came to an end, it could only be like a soundless piece of wood, unable to perform brilliantly anymore.

But the captain didn't care. He didn't feel any regret for his death. He just felt happy.

Under the gazes of the two people, he danced slowly, no longer for the ritual, no longer for anyone, and no longer with any purpose.

The dance was so exquisite that Green couldn't bear to take his eyes off it.

But the power of Nightmare began to fail, the flames of the void climbed higher and higher in his body, and the excessive pain was instantly fed back. His dance became messy, his body began to collapse, and his steps began to become gradually heavy, until he could no longer move his legs or wave his hands.

The leader, with flames burning in his body and holding on to his last breath, collapsed in the center of the stage.

Will they remember themselves? Will they remember that there was once a courageous insect that danced alone on the stage of fire with such determination until it burned to ashes?

The team leader thought so, so he spoke.

"Look, who schemed against whom? And who won? You lost, and I never won either. The troupe shouldn't exist, and I shouldn't be just a puppet, child, child."

he called softly.

"Those Blooms and the old companions who left the troupe are now in your care. They've all been stripped of the masks that controlled them. While regaining their freedom, they've also lost a portion of their minds and memories. They remember nothing."

He shouldn't have said those things, he should have said nothing, but he was unwilling to do so. He willingly accepted his death, but he didn't want to die so miserably. Even if he died, it had to be a wonderful ending, with audiences cheering for him and remembering it for the rest of their lives.

He had sent away the old fellows, except for one other Dewan who was sent to watch him, and he also sent them away.

It's a really selfish plan, and that's right, he is a selfish person anyway.

Green looked at the corpse that had almost been burned to charcoal. He felt neither irony nor joy, and even felt a little at a loss.

The other party's letting him win should have made him angry, because he was an arrogant person. He could accept being killed like a warrior rather than living in such a cowardly way.

But Green did not feel any anger in the end. He only felt sad. If it were not for his father's help, he would probably end up like this. How much strength would he have to struggle, and how much courage would he have to burn himself?

He didn't know, and he had no way of giving himself a definite answer.

He lost this performance completely and clearly.

The little knight silently looked at the captain who had completely fallen. Until now, he still didn't quite understand what had happened, but this did not prevent him from feeling sincere gratitude to the other party. He also secretly breathed a sigh of relief that Green was safe and sound.

Psychological comfort is one thing, and what happens is another.

In addition, it does not follow the rules rigidly, it is more inclined to respect the wishes of others, so even if the actions taken by the other party are not good in the eyes of most warriors who cannot tolerate any injustice?

The knight also maintained respect for the other party. After all, dancing such a graceful dance under the burning flames, which he had never seen before, was worthy of his respect for the other party's perseverance.

Not to mention that it inexplicably felt a sense of resolute courage from the other party's dance. The little knight thought that it might remember this dance for the rest of its life.

Nightmare probably never expected that the leader would betray him so decisively. Even a part of his fire status that had not been taken away from him was transferred and given to his last and only relative who had escaped from Nightmare in that last solo dance.

Nightmare was hit hard all of a sudden, but he was a god after all. Although Green's body was dead, after the black flames burning on it were extinguished, the red flames burned again, and in the red flames, a scarlet shadow slowly condensed.

This was the opponent's last gamble. After losing most of his fire power, he was left with only the nightmare form, which made it even more difficult for him to influence reality. However, he did not want to remain weak. As long as Green did not die, he would never be able to continue to initiate the ceremony. Besides, he was not without a way out. The dream world would always be his harbor, especially after the death of Radiance.

117 God of the Void: Even God cannot do this.

The scarlet flames unreservedly enveloped Green, but the black tendrils were one step faster than him. If all the void matter had not been packed up and taken away by the knight and contained in himself, the remaining void at the bottom of the abyss would probably have become restless and submerged the entire kingdom.

Those thorn-like black tendrils blocked the boundless flames like a woven mesh, and even tightly entangled the flames that should have been intangible, preventing the other party from retreating.

At this moment, the little knight had already shed the container that contained him. His eight pure white eyes were fixed on the dancing flames. Nightmare looked at the pure black, shapeless abyss. The fear of being lost long ago crept into his heart, and he even inevitably wavered for a moment.

But he quickly calmed down.

"God of the Void, there is no need for you to fight me for a traitorous vessel. The loss outweighs the gain."

The flames of nightmare grew stronger and stronger. He even mobilized some of the power of dreams. The flames burned the branches of the void, and a series of crackling explosions were emitted at the burning place.

He began to try to break through the void and completely kill Green there.

“No one can take his life today, not even God!”

The void resonated with a huge wave of sound, the tone was strange and rugged, yet contained a hint of solemnity.

Green looked at his father and inexplicably felt sympathy for a guy who was about to be burned to ashes. The other party gave him the essence of fire at the last moment, intending to let him completely break free from the control of the void and become a free body, never to be a container again. However, Green was willing to stay by his father's side. He just used the power of this fire to become more deeply entangled with the void.

Grimm is not a puppet, and the Knight is not a nightmare.

The battlefield between flames and the void was at a stalemate. The holes made by the flames were quickly filled by the endless influx of void. The Knight was able to tear apart the Radiance so easily because the other party had been imprisoned for many years and was weakened. In addition, the White King's calculations, the Nightmare's instigation, and so on, all contributed to the fall of God.

However, Nightmare's fire ritual, which has been passed down for many years, is even more powerful than Radiance's in its heyday. How could it be torn into pieces so easily? Naturally, there was a stalemate between the two.

But this stalemate will not last long, Nightmare knows it very well. He has now burst out all his strength, but he can't even break through the opponent's blockade, and the remaining body of Green is about to be completely burned to ashes. Without a medium to enter the real world, if he forces himself to stay here, he will soon fall into great weakness.

So he retreated, gathered all his strength, and disappeared without a trace. The endless fire burning in Green's body finally went out at this moment, and there was only a pile of ashes that could barely make out the shadow.