Apocalypse Forecast-Chapter 721 - 589 Assassin’s Trump Card_2

The prelude to slaughter begins...

This is Spartacus’s fate.

Violent dizziness and a trance suddenly struck, as the colossal theater began to alter Huai Shi’s consciousness and memory, compelling him to accept his imminent fate.

But before those suddenly raised pupils, it was all for naught!

"No—"

Struggling to raise his head, Huai Shi gazed at them and said softly, "I am not Spartacus. I’m not your gladiator."

A breaking sound echoed, originating from Huai Shi’s sword blade.

The Dagger suddenly snapped.

Its form quickly transformed, shaping into an ancient and incomplete blade, emitting a faint glow.

Above his head, a Crown woven from light suddenly materialized, forcefully inserting itself into the prologue of this tragedy, radiating brilliance.

Under the illumination of the light, the invisible force controlling Huai Shi vanished without a trace.

"I am Huai Shi."

In that moment, Huai Shi held his head high and announced, "Huai Shi, the Prince of Paradise!"

The Sword of Virtue lit up.

The resonant sound of the sword suddenly spread, tearing through the suppression of the Golden Palace, causing everything altered to revert to its original state!

The frost wind swept through. The Frost Giants, clad in iron, once more drew their heavy axe blades, displaying their towering and massive forms as they roared towards the sky!

The script was disrupted.

The tragedy halted abruptly—

"Sorry, I’m quite the drama king, you see."

Huai Shi grinned, smiling towards the highest seats of the Colosseum and shaking his head mockingly. "A plot like this, which would ruin my idol image, definitely needs a rewrite."

Everything froze in an instant.

At the highest point of the Colosseum, the figure of Pant Delong emerged, gazing down indifferently.

"Paradise, huh? I didn’t expect this title would have corrective power over the Golden Palace... But unfortunately, it’s not quite enough," he said, waving his hand gently.

The gates in all directions of the Colosseum burst open. Enormous beasts and majestic figures walked out from within, along with fully armed Legions... with no end or edge in sight, as if they were infinite.

A deep chant began. Sopranos sang in the void, their voices joined by a chorus of low male voices. The Stigma of the theatrical troupe operated on this narrow stage, making all those ethereal faces even more real and causing the eyes of the Heroes to blaze with an almost tangible light.

"The script of Spartacus still continues. Let’s skip those annoying lines and plots and jump right into the most exciting part," Pant Delong said coldly. "Mr. Huai Shi, your final gladiatorial combat begins."

Huai Shi stood there, stunned.

Listening to the songs echoing in his ears as if in disbelief, his eyebrows slowly arched.

"Opera?"

"What a coincidence..." he remarked. "This is something I can do too."

In that instant, Huai Shi lifted the Sword of Virtue before his eyes and asked with a smile, "Since you all know me so well, you surely haven’t forgotten... where this sword truly originates, have you?"

In his hands, the Sword of Virtue trembled violently, as if about to awaken, emitting pulses of faint light.

Only now did he realize: the stage of the Golden Palace seemed to offer the same enhancement to both parties? If that was the case...

At this moment, amidst the segments of sorrowful opera, a magnificent melody suddenly burst forth, tearing through the mournful song and transforming into a melody of redemption.

Around Huai Shi, dozens of graceful and solemn figures abruptly materialized in the air.

After traversing the long Hell, the Princes who slumbered in the Abyss opened their eyes; they answered the call of this stage, summoned forth!

Among them, some had long, flowing hair. Others brandished swords with agility. Some danced with fierce flames, while others exuded a majestic demeanor. But without exception, each one wore their own Crown upon their head.

One could almost hear Little Cat’s anguished cries over such an extravagant expenditure.

Huai Shi smiled, lifted his sword, and pointed it at the enemies before him.

"—Get them!"

Silence fell abruptly.

In the brief moment of quiet, aside from the Frost Giants rushing forward with their cries, nothing happened.

The Princes still stood in their places, still semi-transparent, like ghosts.

Huai Shi turned back, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Why aren’t you moving?"

"..."

In the brief silence, the Princes exchanged glances. Among them, the Nameless Prince, whom Huai Shi knew best, shrugged helplessly, saying, "Sorry, we are just projections and do not possess the Ability to harm enemies..."

"What the heck?"

Huai Shi couldn’t believe it. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Uh... blessings?"

The dozen or so Princes looked at each other. One of them, with black hair and fair skin, said, "I bestow upon you courage, although you are not lacking in it."

"I wish to bestow compassion upon you, but Pieta already resides deep within your heart."

"Temperance?"

"How about passion?"

"..."

Huai Shi hesitated, wanting to speak yet holding back, then finally asked, clinging to a last shred of hope, "Can’t you offer something useful? Something that can actually kill them? Did you bring anything like that?"

"..."

The Princes fell silent, exchanging glances with each other. Finally, one of them sighed, saying, "If that’s the case, then there’s only one last resort... However, this is a Prince’s trump card. If overused, it might cause trouble."

"Hmm?" Huai Shi’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "You really do? Then tell me, quickly!"

"Then, call out loudly, Lord Prince!"

The Nameless Prince placed his hand on Huai Shi’s shoulder and said solemnly, "Call for a miracle to descend—then this stage, as well as Paradise, will surely respond to you!"

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi never expected the allies he summoned to be so useless. "Are you telling me if I just shout ’Help me!’ someone will actually come to my rescue?"

What kind of logic was that?

But the moment Huai Shi cried out ’Help me!’, it was as if some mechanism had been activated.

The Princes smiled mysteriously, rapidly dissipating into the air. Those wandering beams of light converged at one point, rising slowly to form an ethereal archway.

Behind the gate of light, a proud White Horse with noble features emerged, looking ever so familiar; even its plumpness was identical to that Fat Horse of his.

The look it gave Huai Shi was full of disdain.

Calling for backup every single time? Can’t you handle anything yourself, kiddo?

Huai Shi didn’t get the chance to ask why it had come, as he was already captivated by the figure on the horse’s back.

Incredible.

"Although I’m not clear on what’s happening, it seems I’ve been pulled here to help... Are you calling out to me for help, Huai Shi?"

Atop the White Horse, Luo Xian’s smile was sweet as she said,

"I will fight for you, Lord Prince."