Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'-Chapter 1359 - 283: Void Route: Toward the [White Wolf] Ending (8)_8

After speaking, she no longer suppressed her own aura, and the power of the Chief God instantly enveloped the entire Void.

"I'll give you one last chance, Leoz, take your own life, and I can still let your subordinates go home—"

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Leoz calmly said:

"You've seen the attributes of Tanzimate, it can absorb your soul spirits and combat experience—so, let me be frank, take this sword and go die for me."

Such an explosive statement caused the Twilight Duke, who was still attacking, to fall silent instantly.

Even she, or the Void Emperor controlling her behind the scenes, did not expect Leoz to say such words.

"You, sending your own subordinates to die for you?"

"No need to hide it, isn't that what leadership is about? You've realized it too, haven't you? Don't talk about a million people's combat experience accumulating on me, even with just Oshen, Charlgarnia, the Curator, and the White Knight combined on me, I might not be able to kill you—but breaking through the Void is still achievable."

Leoz turned the sword hilt around and looked at everyone:

"So, who wants to go first?"

Madness.

The Twilight Duke was incredulous.

Leoz was utterly shameless, ordering people to die for him.

Throughout history, the only things that could make people willingly die were faith and love.

Even in Narrative Civilization, at least a Grand Narrative is needed to coax people into making sacrifices, and more than that, you must cater to their living needs well, and the level of welfare and belief propaganda must not be too low, else people won't willingly contribute.

However, the players' reactions far exceeded the Twilight Duke's expectations.

"Damn, is this ultimate divine artifact really something I can touch?"

"Me, me! I can't think straight anymore! Choose me."

"Don't fight, don't fight, choose me, Your Excellency, choose me! I should have died long ago! I steal chickens by day and kick widows' doors by night, doing all sorts of evil, let me die first!"

The players weren't considering it too much.

Death? Perhaps they were a bit afraid before. In a private server played by the benevolent and lenient Lord Leoz, their resurrection cooldown was reduced to just two hours.

What, you're saying if you die in the Void, your character is truly gone?

Well... that just means the account is gone, but the private server is still there, and at this level of welfare, even creating a new account doesn't matter.

What? There's a chance of true death?

Hiss... so what?

Didn't you see the description on Tanzimate?

If the host dies, all existence can still be infused into the sword and passed on to the next person, meaning that even if you die, your existence can still be continued.

Complete death is indeed terrifying.

But these players were originally a group of deities' warriors who weren't able to reproduce.

They couldn't stand Lai Anding's dominion, were unpaid, and even bullied by cheats, which is why they chose to side with Leoz.

At this moment, with Tanzimate around, the players, or rather the Spiritual Warriors, suddenly realized: isn't this equivalent to mortals having their own fire?

Most Spiritual Warriors, with no sense of lineage, valued the inheritance of spiritual ideas and skills' mastery.

In the face of such a temptation not inferior to opening a new page in the genealogy of mortals, their fervor for battle far outweighed fear.

At this point, the Twilight Duke could no longer sit still.

From the moment Tanzimate was forged, she realized that Leoz did not come unprepared.

Saying he never thought of winning?

Not thinking of winning? Damn, he's clearly after my life!

"...Pialinus."

The Imperial Monarch suddenly took over the Twilight Duke's body and said slowly:

"Have you calculated this far? Do you really not want me to win?"

"This has nothing to do with the Heavenly Venerate."

"You're from the Sovereign lineage, you must have received His blessings, that's proof of Sorao's interference!"

The Void Emperor Volodyd chuckled:

"I've invested thousands of years, finally found you a good stock."

Leoz tilted his head slightly.

In his impression, even though Pialinus always gave small favors, accumulated over time...

It didn't seem to add up to much.

Anyway, it was far less than what he had earned with his own fists.

"But, it all doesn't matter now."

Volodyd glanced ambiguously at Leoz:

"Even if you could kill the Twilight Duke, Sorao wouldn't be able to take the divinity. And all your efforts would only have benefited someone else."

"No matter how strongly you dominate, a pawn can never escape the control of the player."

"No matter what abilities you use... I can only tell you, the only watershed in life is amniotic fluid, some things you'll never change in your entire life."

"Is that so?"

Leoz calmly replied:

"I don't care about fate or destiny, anyone in my way will be killed."

"Oh, I hope I have the chance to see that scene."

The Imperial Monarch smiled slightly:

"I'll be waiting for you at the Mass Abyss, Lord Leoz."

As soon as the words fell, the Twilight Duke's eyes regained clarity, and she rubbed her forehead.

"Attack."

She suddenly said:

"If you let a tyrant like Leoz leave the Void alive, you can go down to the Nether Abyss together with him!"

"Kill them all!"

The Void Overlord roared, and suddenly, a tidal wave of purple storm surged across the lands of the Void Realm.

"Swallow those porcelain-skinned guys alive!"

"Long live the Void!"

"The Supreme God is dead, let everything return to the Void!"

"All troops assemble!" Oshen roared, "Show them the greatness of our righteous Starry Abyss Divine Race!"