20demayo Chapter 564 First, it was just one person.
Chapter 564 First, it was just one person.
"Are you really sure?" Scáthach turned to look at Tang Zijun.
"What do you mean?"
"Leave here, return to the real world, or seek contact with the dream world," Scáthach said calmly. "You know, even though this place has gone astray, it's still a perfect sanctuary." "Aside from the mistake of the Epoch Gods, as long as you personally eliminate them all and relinquish your divine power, this will still be the 'Ark' created by the gods, and nothing can threaten it anymore." "I admit the gods' plan has some problems, but it's not irreparable. You have enough power—the power of the Mirror God combined with the power of the Shadow Kingdom—to repair everything here and rewrite it into anything you desire."
"At that time, neither the dream world nor the real world will matter to you. You can bring your friends and family to this world to start anew, creating a new world, a truly safe world." "Is that so?" Tang Zijun's eyes flickered, moving to Scáthach's pretty face. "Is this your idea?"
Scáthach raised her head slightly. "This is just one idea I'm offering you. Isn't it the best option right now? It's easier for you to create a new world than to let these ordinary people do it, isn't it?" "Do you think the world will become a better place if I ruthlessly slaughter all the Epoch Gods and Omnics?" Tang Zijun retorted. Hearing this, Scáthach fell silent.
Tang Zijun paused, then continued, "You should have understood long ago that mortals are not nothing; in some ways, they possess greater potential that the arrogant gods could not fathom."
"You are a god too."
"But I'm alone first," Tang Zijun said firmly.
"Since your plan is to build a shelter, an ark, a world ruled only by humans, why do you still view everything with such a condescending mindset?" "It's undeniable that the wastelanders have embarked on a dark path. Whether it's the gods of the era or their contact with the dream world, those are setbacks they encountered in their progress, and now they're paying the price." "What the wasteland has never lacked is the guidance of the gods, because they don't need it. If they want to change this place, if they want to rebuild the wasteland, then they can only let these ordinary people in your eyes do it themselves." Tang Zijun leaned against the corner wall, arms crossed, and said in a deep voice.
"Even if it's just a small victory, even if it's just snatching supplies back from the omnics, to them it's real, it's their achievement, it's tangible, not a gift from the gods." "But they can't defeat the gods of the era," Scáthach whispered.
"I know." Tang Zijun did not deny this. If this world had not been rewritten by the Gods of the Epoch, perhaps the Wastelanders would still have a fighting chance, but now, it would be extremely difficult for them to resist the Gods of the Epoch. "So I sealed this timeline."
Tang Zijun continued, "From the very beginning, the higher-ups at the Bureau of the Demonic Oversight never expected Fang Xin to lead the wastelanders to a resounding victory. Fang Xin had only one mission: to lead the people in rebuilding the wasteland and creating a brand new civilization."
"As for the gods of the era, that's not something he needs to consider."
"Gods don't need to guide mortals; life will find its own way. All the gods need to do is protect them when the time is right." "Not guide... but protect...?" Scáthach frowned.
After a moment of contemplation, her brows relaxed again, and her gaze towards Tang Zijun shone with an unusual light. "If we had met thousands of years earlier, I believe we would have become very good friends." Upon hearing this, Tang Zijun's expression changed.
A thousand years ago
Ancient wolf riders?
Born in ancient times, walking alongside the gods.
Just thinking about it is terrifying.
"What are your plans next?" Scáthach asked. "Since you've made up your mind, I think you won't stay here anymore." "Mm." Tang Zijun nodded slightly, then looked directly at Scáthach. "Xiao Yue and Zhang Wei are enough to lead the team here. With their help, Fang Xin doesn't need me to worry. I want to go to the Dream World as soon as possible to be with you."
Scáthach was not surprised by this.
In fact, from the moment she decided to take action, she had already planned to leave this place with Tang Zijun.
She was, after all, a deity, an all-knowing being. She came here out of necessity, intending to resolve the errors of the wasteland world, but unfortunately, she arrived too late, and because she lacked divine power, she had been trapped here for far too long.
Now that she has the opportunity to meet a young deity like herself, who can freely travel between different worlds, she is naturally willing to leave this place and face more serious problems. In addition, she is indeed very worried about the situation in the dream world.
Scáthach arrived in the wasteland at the very beginning of the War of the Gods a hundred years ago, which was also the start of the gods going out of control. Having spent so long in this broken timeline of the wasteland, she really wanted to know how far the dream world had developed.
Seeing Scáthach's somewhat gloomy expression, Tang Zijun straightened up slightly. "What are you thinking about? Is it about the dream world?" "To be precise, it's about my old friends." Scáthach sighed softly.
In her deep purple eyes, there flickered a longing for an era that had long since vanished, yet remained inextricably linked to her life. Those gods, those beings who once looked down upon all realms, were, to her, "old friends."
Scáthach's voice was barely audible; it was impossible for her not to be worried. As one of the participants, she knew the enemy's methods well. "It's been so many years."
Scáthach shook her head slightly and fell silent. Her deep purple eyes withdrew from the void and landed on Tang Zijun. Her gaze was unfathomable, containing only a sigh of near-pity that transcended the chasm of time. "Let's go."
"Um"
Tang Zijun's gaze calmly drifted into the distance, finally settling on Fang Xin's busy and energetic figure.
The dim searchlights had long since gone out, and a few campfires, their embers still glowing, emitted a faint red light and acrid smoke. Fang Xin was shouting loudly, directing his team to inspect the snowmobiles covered in thick snow, preparing for today's migration. His voice, though somewhat broken in the cold wind, was full of vibrant life. Noticing Tang Zijun's gaze, he immediately returned a big smile. Xiao Yue and Zhang Wei leaned against a snowmobile, excitedly examining a map, while Lei Sen, clutching his gun, warily scanned the desolate wasteland surrounding the camp. Old Chimney, wrapped tightly in his greasy fur coat, discussed the price of supplies with Hawke, while Zhuang Liya tried to button up the winter coat of the sleepy, rubbing-eyed Yedi.
The clamor of life, in this wasteland ruled by death and steel, is as faint yet tenacious as a candle flickering in the wind.
Scáthach stood beside Tang Zijun, her deep black cloak hanging serenely. Her dark purple eyes, like two bottomless ancient wells, reflected the scene of struggle for survival, her gaze complex and unfathomable. No words were spoken; only a silent understanding and a quiet acceptance of their impending separation existed between them.
After a pause, Tang Zijun slowly raised her hand and reached into her bosom.
My cold fingertips touched the ID card with its smooth edges and unique texture.
He took it out; the black card was inconspicuous, but very special—it was the only token connecting him to Zorin.
Scáthach's gaze shifted from the camp to the ID card in Tang Zijun's hand. She didn't urge her, but waited quietly, the wind lifting a corner of her cloak, which fluttered silently. Tang Zijun's gaze returned to the camp.
His gaze briefly met Fang Xin's, who was looking over from a distance.
Fang Xin seemed to sense something; his smile froze for a moment, then he nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with determination. Seeing his silent response, Tang Zijun smiled slightly, then without further hesitation, gently pressed her fingertips onto the core of the ID card. *Buzz*
A very faint buzzing sound rang out, and the core of the ID card instantly lit up. A pure, dark blue energy beam suddenly shot out from the center of the rune, gently enveloping the two people.