CHAPTER 397: CHAPTER 397: THE HATCHED EGG

Baiyu stared into her eyes, certain that she wasn’t joking, and couldn’t help but ask, "What chance for redemption?"

"During the Battle of Blood Stone, I didn’t manage to return to the Giant King’s Court in time and became the only deserter.

The glory of the giants does not permit me to do so.

Regret has tortured me for countless ages.

I can’t bear the fact that I didn’t spill my blood in that battle.

Nor can I stand it.

I abandoned my people and survived alone.

Now, I feel again the nauseating, dark aura of the Stone Origin God.

So I hope you can give me a chance to return to the battlefield!"

Baiyu fell into thought.

Return to the battlefield.

It seems that she must have survived through some special means and probably has various restrictions on her,

but how can I help her?

It seems Baiyu’s doubt was noticed.

Anselin lowered her head, knelt on one knee, and said, "The will of the Father God has chosen you. You can control the Sacred Artifact of the Giant Race! In this darkest time, you will be the only light of our giants."

Baiyu remained silent.

He looked around.

In the entire great hall, only at the end of the King’s Court, on the seat crafted of gold and jewels, is deeply embedded a sacred sword embroidered with flowers and stars.

"Is it this one?"

Baiyu asked.

Anselin nodded excitedly, "Yes, it is the Sacred Artifact of our Giant Race, the Celestial Vault Holy Sword.

It carries the will of all giants and possesses the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Unfortunately.

If I were at the scene then, allowing the Father God to wield the Holy Sword, the giants might not have failed."

She spoke,

and began to blame herself and feel sad again.

Sometimes, death is not terrifying. What is terrible is living through endless ages of torment.

Baiyu glanced at her and comforted, "It’s not entirely your responsibility. Sometimes, under overwhelming circumstances, a person can hardly change anything."

Anselin nodded, "Indeed, but if I had been there, the Father God might have been able to wield the Holy Sword to kill the enemy threat. After so many years, I have finally awakened.

So please give me a chance to take revenge on those gods."

Seeing her so full of remorse.

Baiyu could only purse his lips and walk to the Celestial Vault Holy Sword, "Do I just need to pull it out?"

Anselin nodded, "Yes, only by receiving the will of the Giant King can one who can become the savior of our Giant Race pull out the Holy Sword."

"To become a savior or anything like that is a bit much. Let me try first, and don’t blame me if I can’t pull it out."

Baiyu reached out with both hands toward the throne.

If he can’t pull it out, Anselin probably would have nothing more to say.

The second time entering the Dream Battlefield in a different place, he still wanted to explore the situation inside.

As for the Giant Race, he couldn’t do much about it.

However.

Just as Baiyu was thinking this, before his hands even touched the hilt.

The sacred sword embedded in the throne, almost splitting the throne in two, automatically flew out and fell into his hands.

Baiyu was stunned.

What is this?

Wasn’t it supposed to be difficult to pull out?

I haven’t even pulled it at all!

"The great Father God foresaw everything today long ago. You are the last hope of our Giant Race!!"

Anselin was so excited that she was almost in tears.

To this.

Baiyu was bewildered.

He felt like he was tricked by an immortal, no, it should be a giant trick.

This sword.

Maybe it would automatically fly out for anyone who came.

Moreover, there wasn’t the slightest spiritual fluctuation from the sword, quite similar to those practice works by the Forging Department students at school.

The only difference.

Might be its appearance, which was exquisite in its decorations and adorned with various gems.

"The Celestial Vault Holy Sword, it has not fully awakened yet; it needs something else."

Anselin said softly.

"What else does it need?"

Baiyu asked, holding the sword.

Just as his voice fell, suddenly, the Dream Battlefield began to crumble.

Buzzing and whispering like flies echoed throughout the space.

Rustle...

A blood-red rain began to fall from the sky, and upon closer inspection, it was raining from the cracks in the sky, pouring over the boundless earth.

"Praise the Egg of Reverse Hatching, it will bring us new life."

"We will usher in a new era."

"Great deity, awaken, and you will lead us to victory."

Chants echoed from the rifts.

In an instant.

The wind and clouds changed.

Countless water vapors combined to form a giant egg in mid-air, radiating light and heat like the Sun.

Baiyu displayed a solemn expression.

He sensed the powerful life force and spiritual fluctuations contained in this egg-like structure.

If it were to metamorphose, it would definitely be a disaster.

Last time in the Dream Battlefield when facing the Zhongming Bird.

Every time he suffered damage, at most, his spirit body was lost, and his pollution level increased a bit.

But this time.

He could feel that this thing could kill him in the Dream Battlefield!

...

"Third Prince, something is not right ahead. Please be cautious. Our Blood Knight Order will forge ahead."

Through the communication device.

A message came from the Blood Knight Order.

Six steam airships tore through the Simulation Realm, escorting the Legendary Ship through it.

They had already advanced to the central area of Zenith City.

Along the way.

Demons and alien races continuously surged, trying to stop them, but under the Ironblood assault from the Blood Knights, they all turned into corpses.

The entire Zenith City was strewn with corpses.

Buildings were reduced to ruins, flames burned on the earth, and blood stained the entire world.

The purgatory of blood and fire!

It was a thought that every person currently in Zenith City would have.

And in the central area.

Even the most determined martial artist would feel nauseated and queasy upon arrival.

In the central square of Zenith City.

The alien races of the Endless World, along with the Demon Race and Ghost-faced Race,

The three races had used the bodies of the Zenith City civilians to build a blood altar.

At the center of the altar.

There was a huge, egg-like stone.

It was at least a hundred meters tall, like a giant egg, soaking in blood. The patterns on its surface were full of insane, aberrant spiritual fluctuations.

A terrifying energy emitted from it, spreading all around.

Anyone who got close would be affected.

At this moment.

Under the massive stone egg, countless people of the Endless Race were chanting the Forged Words of the Egg of Reverse Hatching, their voices merging to form a terrifying torrent.

The sound waves spread through the air.

The sky began to rain blood.

All around.

The scene was filled with an apocalypse-like atmosphere.

Shangguan Zi finally understood where the residents had gone.

They had all been blood-sacrificed by the alien races!

This was probably something the three races had planned during the invasion, and now they are conducting the blood ritual to summon the deity, clearly one worshiped in that shattered Divine Country.

Such a cruel summoning method...

Shangguan Zi’s pupils contracted.

Just as she stood on the deck, intending to launch an attack from the Legendary Ship to disrupt the ritual, Purple Cloud suddenly received a transmission from the ground.