CHAPTER 386: CHAPTER 202: WITH A SCORCHING SPEAR, PIERCE THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF HELL (DOUBLE-LENGTH)

"Sacrifice?"

In the spiritual world, the grand silhouette of the Elf King paused slightly.

It was not that He couldn’t understand this word.

Or rather, in fact, in His past, the journey from a mere creature of the Era of Chaos rising step by step to the summit was never without the underpinnings of this word.

Servants and attendants sacrificing for their lord.

Pawns sacrificing for the player.

The weak sacrificing for the strong, becoming the nourishment to grow stronger.

Always, He had stepped over corpses this way, ultimately ascending to that supreme Throne of Heaven.

However, such a process had always been a dedication from the weak to the strong, from the lower rank to the higher rank.

Yet, at this moment, Shiayar’s actions were precisely contrary to what He understood.

Therefore, in an extremely brief moment, His thoughts showed a slight daze.

This pause was so fleeting that even under the strictest scrutiny, it seemed negligible.

However, for Shiayar at this moment, this instant of opportunity was already enough.

In that instant, he briefly freed himself from the erosion of that towering will across from him in the spiritual world.

Then.

He gathered all his focus—

Abandoned self-defense and also abandoned vigilance against the intruder in his spiritual world.

Poured all that remained into the Sacred Spear suspended above the dome.

Rumble—

Acting on Shiayar’s command.

The radiant Pure Silver Holy Lance slowly adjusted the direction of its spearhead.

Then.

It locked directly onto Shiayar’s own body.

Rumble—

Almost in an instant, Shiayar sensed the heavy pressure as if a mountain was collapsing.

That was the immense mystery carried by the Storm Anchor known as the Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad, comparable to an entire world.

In the face of the fully unsealed Sacred Spear, being its enemy was tantamount to opposing the weight of an entire world.

The sharp intent of the spear split open his clothes, and crimson blood gushed out, staining the originally pure white garment a deep red.

"Have you gone mad?"

"Even with your current merely human frail body, not even with the full power of the Ancient Dragon King’s physique, could withstand a strike from the Sacred Spear, there would be no second outcome but annihilation."

"Do you intend to perish together with me?"

An angry roar echoed through Shiayar’s spiritual world.

At this moment, the former Ancient Sun God finally understood what Shiayar intended to do.

Madman.

This is a complete madman.

At this moment, He understood this fact perfectly.

Without the caution that should accompany His current rank, nor the self-awareness of a higher status.

Clearly, He had already stepped into the higher position, yet still would overturn the board for some illusory things like when He was weak.

Not only the shadow of the Ancient Sun God within the spiritual world.

In that sharp, cutting-as-if-through-the-world spear intent locked onto his body.

Shiayar keenly sensed, from the depths of his soul, the opposition and resistance of the temporary contract he made with the Sacred Spear.

The Sacred Spear on the dome of the heavens emitted clear buzzing sounds, constantly vibrating at the tip’s direction.

Constantly trying to shift the spear’s aim away from Shiayar.

"Really, there’s no helping it huh."

Shiayar lightly sighed, understanding the Sacred Spear’s current sentiments.

Shiayar’s current control over the Sacred Spear all came from this temporary contract.

And this contract was granted by Enola.

In essence, the current owner of the Sacred Spear was still Enola, Shiayar was merely borrowing it temporarily.

And as the first person over several eras to fully resonate with the Sacred Spear, Enola’s intentions would affect the spear’s decisions.

She would become the sharpest sword in Shiayar’s hand, severing those who came against him.

Whether aimed at the Evil God, or that supreme creator, even at the cost of shattering with the spear, Enola was fearless.

But Enola alone—

Was unwilling to point the tip of the Sacred Spear at Shiayar.

This was something she resisted from the depths of her heart.

And as an embodiment of Enola’s subconsciousness, the radiance on that brilliant silver spear became even more intense, the surrounding mysteries becoming increasingly chaotic and violent.

In Shiayar’s perception, it seemed as if it wanted to self-destruct.

By destroying itself, the Sacred Spear sought to avoid becoming Shiayar’s enemy, thereby averting the outcome of piercing through him.

However, the next moment, the spear’s tremor slowly came to a halt.

"So, Ennie—"

Shiayar lightly sighed, reaching his hand slightly as if to caress the silver spear on the heavenly dome amid the falling void.

"You can have a little more faith in your husband."

"Do I really look like the kind of person who would recklessly discard life and self-destruct with someone?"

He disdainfully glanced at the shadow of the Elf King in his spiritual world.

"Trading one-to-one with this kind of thing, even if the other side is willing, I am not willing to give up you of the Fourth Epoch."

"So, please rest assured..."

"What I pursue is a perfect ending where everyone survives."

"If, at the end of the story, the heroine survives but the hero dies... leaving only a solitary heroine waiting for someone in the cherry blossoms—"