Chapter 59: Divine Descent!
Chaos is exactly that kind of thing—silently and imperceptibly eroding the mind and soul, * and will, causing the fire in one's heart to gradually extinguish, and then directly falling, becoming a living corpse and puppet devoid of any self.
The chaos appearing in the sealed lands of the Northern Territories, and the hidden mastermind lurking in the distant southern seas—there is undoubtedly a very, very large conspiracy behind this, one that concerns the fate of countless people, and is even the source of countless epic quests from a past life, the cause of **** and war.
Perhaps, for the scene unfolding today, the followers and envoys of the Evil God have already schemed for a hundred years. They wait patiently; as soon as the Space-Time Gate opens, the painstakingly prepared plan can begin to operate, step by step dragging this world into chaos.
But so what?
Joshua didn't care in the slightest.
Just like the Golden-Armored Spider Dragon whose half body he had blasted away, just like the Black Dragon before him that he had beaten to the point where it couldn't even use half its moves before being forced to fall, just like the Golden Ice Butterfly that still dared not appear, hiding only among the clouds and frost.
Conspiracy—what use is it!
Saving Moldova, or even the entire world, why should it be so troublesome! Just kill all the enemies, then punch the Space-Time Gate to pieces—problem solved!
The distant Ice Butterfly seemed to be exerting its power again, dark clouds gathering. This monster hadn't died yet!
After steadying itself, it vibrated its vocal cords, and its lungs spewed forth gas. But without a head, the Black Dragon could no longer emit that eerie and domineering dragon roar as before. Regardless, it was still a spreader of chaos, the king of all frenzied beasts in the Great Aias Mountains!
"ROAR!!!!!"
Once again sensing the aura of the Mad Dragon, the endless tide of beasts that had been watching from the surroundings now boiled over! Whether they were giant bulls or demon bears, frenzied wasps or soldier ants, any magical beast eroded by chaos and infected by the Mad Dragon all received the same command at the same time!
Kill that human!
RUMBLE!!!
The mountains shook, the Black Forest trembled. Endless frenzied beasts, under the command of their king, surged from afar like the angry waves of the sea!
Facing the torrent of magical beasts rushing towards him, Joshua, with all the bones in his left hand shattered and his legs invaded by the poison of chaos, remained expressionless. His previous smile faded. He coldly looked at the Black Dragon slowly retreating in the distance, the wound on its neck writhing madly, as if trying to grow a second head.
"Playing dead—is that your last-ditch trump card?"
A low sigh came forth. Joshua exhaled a puff of white hot air, which was then scattered by the gale. Standing alone amidst the blizzard, the warrior's eyes held a trace of mockery for certain things.
Black Dragon, you've caused me so much trouble, made me fight for so long. I was already satisfied.
You should have been a worthy opponent. I never expected that after being eroded by chaos, you would end up becoming such a lowly and pathetic creature.
How would the frenzied beasts care about this enemy standing still? Regardless of whether Joshua's legs were intact or if he could move, they charged, attacked, trampled, and destroyed everything with such madness. So the horde didn't notice the strange change happening to the warrior, nor the increasingly obvious halo of light around him.
Viscous saliva dripped between fangs, sharp claws and teeth shattered the gravel underfoot. The distance between the charging monsters and Joshua closed rapidly, and he could even smell the nauseating stench emanating from them.
The enemy was right before his eyes.
At that moment, Joshua seemed to have made up his mind. He took a deep breath, then raised the silver-white greatsword in his hand. The warrior's crimson pupils blazed with a golden-red light. Facing the endless tide of enemies surging before him like a sea, he laughed arrogantly: "A final trump card—I have one too."
BOOM!
Accompanied by an explosive roar, with Joshua at the center, a brilliant golden light formed a massive halo, then rapidly expanded. Within the reddish-golden radiance, all the impurities and chaos floating in the atmosphere were completely dispelled. Fierce Battle Qi turned into burning flames, swirling around the warrior's body. His frame was infused with an immensely powerful force, bones humming, muscles swelling, blood flowing like a great river, carrying infinite divine power in an unending torrent!
And a furious, thunderous voice, carrying boundless rage, pierced through the blizzard and gale, drowning out the roars and howls of the horde, echoing between heaven and earth.
"Let me show you—the ultimate secret art of the warrior!"
At this moment, before Joshua's retina, six golden characters blazed with an overbearing aura—
[Ultimate Essence: Divine Descent!]
Chapter 59.5: Author's Note on Going Premium
Going premium at noon today. The note should be written with some emotion... Actually, it's probably not necessary. I think begging for money is the most suitable approach.
Well, dear readers, to be honest, I, Yin Tian Shen Yin, have recently been very short on cash due to moving. Since I don't really want to starve to death on the street, please be sure to subscribe!
Every single subscription determines whether I can afford noodles with meat and vermicelli, or whether I can add soy sauce to my rice. So this is a matter of great importance. Don't get the idea that 'Oh, missing one subscription from me won't matter'! And for those of you who are waiting for the story to pile up, please come and give me the first subscription. A full subscription is true love!
Begging for money done. Now, let me talk about my feelings.
I, Yin Tian Shen Yin, have been writing for five years. A complete failure whose every book couldn't even earn back the postage for the contract (this one is probably an exception). Despite this, I still code every day with unending joy. It's like I've been drinking Hapi and can't stop. Thinking about it carefully, it's like I've been poisoned. This crappy website has wasted my life, yet I can't control myself. (Getting angry just writing this. The **** background system never works, making me wait over an hour just to post a chapter.)
Although I tell others that I write to show the world in my heart, to realize my dreams, and so on, to be blunt, it's all driven by a sense of indignation in my heart. Dear readers should all know that the more you read, the more you'll naturally encounter plots you dislike, various inexplicable personal biases and minor poison points, which are very uncomfortable and unpleasant.
I naturally feel the same discomfort, and I write to relieve this discomfort.
I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed that even with a great enemy before humanity, they still scheme against each other and fight internally like mad.
I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed that everyone in the whole world is blind, unable to see the protagonist's abilities, engaging in mindless face-slapping.
I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed that everyone in the whole world has no sense of responsibility, all coming for profit and leaving for profit.
I don't like saints, and I don't like * * * * * * * *. I don't care to be a mindless goody-two-shoes who helps others, and I also detest cowards who refuse to lend a hand even once!
I believe that a real man fights when he wants to fight. There's no need to use some grand cause as an excuse. If you want to fight, just throw a punch.
Be straightforward. Don't play schemes and tricks. Reject clichés. Let the world have some sincerity—meet face to face, cross swords. That's the true nature of a man.
Of course, while the above is indeed one of the reasons I wrote this book, the main reason is still that the book 'Amber Sword' kept going on hiatus. Pneumonia wasn't updating, so I had to do it myself. Damn, it was on hiatus from May until recently. How can they have the nerve?!
Looking across the game-otherworld genre, the protagonists are all mages, rogues, or rangers. It's not that I dislike mages; I usually enjoy playing stealthy heroes in games too. But honestly, friends, there are too few warriors. Even if there isn't a hardcore warrior style where every strike draws blood and every punch hits flesh, at least give me a Sword Saint who can use Blade Storm.
Since none of that exists, I have to step up and save the warrior faction that has fallen into the abyss of failure!
So, dear readers, even if it's just for the bold words I just spoke, at least do me a favor. Give me more first subscriptions, fool the editors, let them give me more recommendations, and let this rare warrior novel continue its life!
There will definitely be extra chapters for going premium. As for how many, I can't say for sure. Even if I can't write them all now, I'll owe them. There will always be a day when I pay them back!
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Finally, I want to thank my editor, Lord Loach, for giving me so many recommendations even though I'm such garbage. Every Friday, it scares me so much I almost crush the thermos in my hand.
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Alright, no more nonsense. I'm off to code. I hope you all give me a surprise, and I will definitely give you all a surprise too!