# 1995
Chapter 1995
Success or Failure
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The coast of Great Xia.
A brackish sea breeze swept through the empty city. On the rooftop of a tall building along the shore, a figure in a mud-stained cassock stood quietly, gazing at the distant sea.
A helicopter sat behind him. Several figures cloaked in dark crimson stood behind him, also staring at the distant horizon, their tense hands slick with sweat…
"Master Fate, will this really work?" A Night Watch member couldn't help but ask. "That's the Chaos that Walks…"
"The Chaos that Walks—so what?" Fate Monk said coolly. "As long as there exists a theoretical possibility of killing It, I can amplify that possibility to infinity… Even the leader of the Cthulhu Faction is no exception."
"Then what's our probability of killing Chaos right now?"
Fate Monk paused.
"Eighty percent."
"Eighty percent?" Several Night Watch members were startled. That was already quite high. "The Demon Squad, the Twelve Golden Immortal vessels, and the Ancestral God who hasn't yet recovered… Combined, there's actually an eighty percent chance of killing Chaos?"
"The Original Ancestral Formation is the only 'blade' we have that can kill Chaos; the Demon Squad is the 'bait' to make It lower Its guard; the Twelve Golden Immortal vessels are the 'sheath' that conceals the blade… Among all these elements, the most crucial is Su Zhe, who wields the 'blade.'"
Fate Monk said calmly, "Right now, the Demon Squad has sacrificed their lives, Su Zhe has grasped the hilt, and the sheath has protected the blade's edge… If even this cannot kill Chaos, then we can only accept our fate."
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One Night Watch member hesitated before saying:
"But I don't understand… You could have directly had Su Zhe start a livestream to lure Chaos. Why go through all this trouble to drive Su Zhe away? To make the Demon Squad sacrifice themselves? That makes no sense at all…"
Fate Monk glanced at him and slowly said:
"Let me ask you… What is Chaos's most terrifying ability?"
That Night Watch member froze.
"It's seeing into the human heart." Fate Monk said calmly.
"Chaos can easily see through a person's emotional fluctuations—whether it's lying, hiding, or putting on a brave face… Human emotions are merely pale and superficial toys to It. With just one glance, It can guess what's on the other person's mind.
Su Zhe is very capable. He and Fang Mo are irreplaceable elements in this plan, but the difference between them is that Fang Mo knows exactly what he's pursuing, while Su Zhe does not…
If we had given Su Zhe the solo mission of luring Chaos from the start, given his personality, even if he managed to overcome his fear and forced himself to provoke Chaos, how much of his true capability could he actually display?
But if it's a Su Zhe who just lost his teammates and loved ones, acting on his own desire to avenge them—do you think Chaos would be more trusting of one or the other?
So the best method isn't to have them 'perform.' It's to have them genuinely release their emotions… Only this can be the perfect 'bait' that allows Chaos to let down Its guard.
We only have one chance… Therefore, the Demon Squad must take the risk."
Everyone gazed at the distant sea, falling into silence.
In this scheme to lure and kill Chaos, the most important thing wasn't the Original Ancestral Formation, nor the Twelve Golden Immortal sacrifices… It was the Demon Squad.
If they couldn't make Chaos completely let down its guard and walk into the trap, then no matter how many trump cards they had, they would be useless. Su Zhe, Lu Baoyou, every member of the Demon Squad—they were each a hand pushing Chaos into the endless abyss…
And the price of pushing all of this was their own lives.
"Master Fate, a message has come back from the Huaihai City shelter…" Just then, a figure approached Fate Monk and whispered something. The latter's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Do we need to bring them over?" the figure asked.
Fate Monk gazed at the distant sea and nodded. "Bring them over… We've done everything we can. The rest depends on their fate."
"Yes."
As that figure departed, a sudden flash of light streaked across the sky!
BOOM—!!
Suddenly, a white-hot pillar of light rose from the horizon, piercing through the clouds and extending deep into the void!
Fate Monk's expression hardened as he spoke in a low voice:
"Success or failure—all rests on this single moment."
…
The Ancestral God Temple.
The white-hot radiance erupted skyward, rapidly consuming the magnificent stone city and the sea.
Lu Baoyou and Su Zhe shot through the void like two bolts of lightning, desperately trying to escape the white-hot light's reach. The milky-white halos swept across heaven and earth, and an ancient pressure furiously erupted from that aperture!
But even so, their speed was still ant-like compared to the rapidly expanding white radiance. A wave of the afterglow swept over them, sending them spinning like broken kites, plummeting into the sea!
CRACKLE—!
At the same time, the phone in Lu Baoyou's hand went dark, followed by sparks erupting from the battery!
Lu Baoyou released his grip, and the phone burned into a fireball mid-air. But he had no attention to spare for this—agonizing pain shot through every part of his body. His vision went black, and he plunged into the sea.
The white-hot light extending into the cosmos burned for dozens of seconds before slowly fading away. Countless fragments of stone rained down from the sky, and the heavens themselves seemed scorched with a massive black hole!
Su Zhe struggled to surface from the sea, all seven orifices filled with blood. His hands paddled through the water, and he finally caught hold of a floating Ancestral God Temple fragment, pulling himself onto it.
"Cough cough cough cough cough…"
He wiped the blood from his eyes and immediately scanned his surroundings, shouting:
"Lu Baoyou! Lu Baoyou!! Where are you?!"
After being swept by that afterglow, Su Zhe felt as if he'd been thrown into a washing machine—all his internal organs had shifted. Agonizing pain radiated from every part of his body… Besides this, his vision was extremely blurry. He had to squint hard just to make out shapes—his eyesight must have been damaged too.
He called out for a long while before a splashing sound finally came from the nearby sea. Su Zhe immediately thrust his palm into the water, and a sonic boom released from his hand, propelling the Ancestral God Temple fragment rapidly toward the sound.
He grabbed Lu Baoyou's hand and pulled him onto the fragment, shouting with narrowed eyes:
"How is it? Are you okay? Still alive?!"
"Cough cough cough cough cough…" Lu Baoyou lay flat on the fragment, now a blood-soaked figure. He coughed weakly, his bloody eyes constantly dilating and contracting, his brow furrowing more and more tightly…
After an unknown length of time, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice:
"I think… I can't see anymore."