A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 569 - 272: 300,000,000,000 (Requesting Monthly Votes)_6
Chapter 569: Chapter 272: 300,000,000,000 (Requesting Monthly Votes)_6
Afterward, for the sake of the children, he had no choice but to kneel before the enemy.
Because of this, he became a prisoner at the enemy’s feet, enduring endless humiliation.
“No matter how good your intentions are, if you can’t protect them, then you can’t protect them.”
Ying Muyao no longer seized by force, instead, she extended her hand as if to demand from Isefia, “Hand him over to me, or else, join my ranks, and we can protect him together.”
Of course, joining here meant not only a physical alliance but also a change in mindset.
No longer could one follow Bailuo’s ideas; it was about prioritizing their own, establishing a kingdom where the Miracle Entity would share their burdens.
As for Bailuo, being an extravagant and indulgent supreme ruler was what he should be.
“…”
Isefia did not respond; she had expended too much energy, and now, almost only her instincts remained.
Yet Ying Muyao still saw it, saw the look in her eyes.
Unyielding, tenacious, absolutely unwavering.
Even though her eyes had long lost their sparkle, shining not the slightest glimmer.
But that spirit alone was enough to make heaven and earth fade in comparison, it had already given Ying Muyao the final answer.
“Hahahahahaha.”
Ying Muyao laughed; she was amused by Isefia’s spirit.
“Was I like this before,” Ying Muyao lost her calm and indifference, she shouted loudly, “This is the former me!!!”
At this moment, Ying Muyao felt that standing before her was not Isefia, but herself.
Disgusted, are you?
Where is the disgust, not at all.
Ying Muyao envied Isefia, envied her simplicity, envied her having experienced nothing, still maintaining her original beauty and purity.
What about her?!
She went through the downfall of the Eastern Empire, the death of her brother, once personally forging a home that fell apart.
No explanation given, no comfort or guidance provided, just vanishing into nothingness, ceasing to exist.
She also longed to return to her former self!
But that was wrong, wrong, wrong!!!
Bailuo would die!
Die again!
Just like her brother, both brothers, would die before her eyes!
“I will not be the same as I was then.”
“I will not experience the pain of helplessness once more.”
“If you insist on resisting, fine!”
“Then go die!!!”
With that, Ying Muyao raised her hands high as if to embrace the whole world, “Die once, and you’ll know just how deeply a person’s heart can ache!”
At the same time, the entire world was bathed in the dazzling pure white light.
“Ommm~~~”
Delightful hymns echoed in everyone’s ears, as a golden gate materialized above the heads of countless people.
The warriors on the battlefield ceased their fighting, and the Demons and Devils also stopped their combat, looking up in stupor at the passageway from the void, symbolizing a door to heaven of peace, sanctity, unknown, serenity, happiness.
“Huff~~ Huff~~”
Perhaps due to Ying Muyao’s relaxation, the will of the Demons eased, allowing the elder sister’s consciousness to gradually clear.
Although still in immense pain, she managed to find a gap, lifting her head to gaze at the gigantic unknown gateway, then looking back at the equally dumbfounded remnant souls behind her.
“What is that?”
Facing Isefia’s question, most of the remnant souls looked at each other in dismay, completely oblivious to the origin of the thing.
Only Azaren, along with the seventy-two devils that had been summoned because of her, were so shocked by the object that they couldn’t utter a word.
“What on earth is it!”
At such a critical moment, the senior sister sternly said, “Tell me its name, give me its information!”
No matter the origin of this gate, Isefia would never surrender, much less give up; she would rather choose to die in front of Ying Muyao than compromise.
Perhaps she would still lose, would die, but the senior sister would not leave any demons of the mind.
Even if Bailuo were truly taken away by Ying Muyao today, the senior sister would become even more diligent, practicing hard until the day she could personally go to the Eastern Empire and bring Bailuo back.
In comparison, if she really gave up, then that would be truly having nothing at all!
“No way!”
“Absolutely not!!!”
Azaren was very familiar with this gate, no, too familiar, because she came from the world behind this object.
“It’s not a treasure, nor an army, nor a person!”
“It’s a world!”
“It’s the Holy Land created by my Lord Ayle—The Gates of Olavin!!”
After the wisdom of Solomon and the principle that things separate after a long union and unite after a long division, Ying Muyao took out something even more terrifying—a complete Miracle World!
The world here is not merely a plane, nor a small Crystal Wall System dimensional space.
The Universe!
An infinite, independent universe with unlimited energy and complete laws!
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“Boom~~~”
The sound of the gate opening was like an otherworldly chant, as well as a bell tolling from the void, accompanied by an intoxicating prayer, raining down upon the land.
“You, Your Majesty, cannot replicate it now!”
Because it was an independent universe, as long as Isefia hadn’t broken through to the Six Senses, she could not possibly replicate it.
How can limited output fill an infinite bucket?
“Because if you replicate it now, you will also replicate the Army of Angels behind this gate.”
Azaren said, “I! I am just an insignificant member of that army!”
Behind The Gates of Olavin, there were countless angels like Azaren; there were so many of them that the current Isefia absolutely could not withstand them, even reaching the Fifth Awakening might not be enough.
“That’s not the problem!”
“The problem,” Azaren said in horror, “is the number!”
“The number of angels behind that gate, you absolutely, absolutely cannot replicate!”
You would die, truly die!
Even if it were just for a moment, if Isefia dared to replicate them, she would be vaporized by the sheer energy requirement alone, without needing her spirit to shatter.
“How many?”
However, Isefia didn’t want to know all that; what she wanted to know was just one number: “How many angels like you, or even stronger than you, are there behind that gate?”
“…”
With just a short sentence, Azaren felt Isefia’s determination, she was merely a remnant soul, and no amount of persuasion could stop the will of the Miracle Entity.
Now that Isefia had asked, Azaren could not refuse; she had to tell what she knew to the other party.
“Three hundred…”
Azaren looked into Isefia’s eyes, her whole body trembling with fear: “Three hundred quintillion zillion!”
