Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 954 - 505: The Choice

In an instant, dead silence.

When Ji Jue turned the handgun over and handed it out, the originally crowded crowd seed to stir for a mont, retreating, as if the barrel aid at them rather than the grip.

No, even more than the barrel...

For a fleeting mont, those vastly different faces stiffened, as if unable to react, or perhaps not yet able to comprehend the significance behind this piece of good news.

Opportunity, turning point, dawn, redemption.

Call it whatever you like.

Sotis, when such a crucial mont arrives at one's door, the first thing felt in the heart is not relief and joy, but... fear.

Panic, unease, wavering.

Sothing surged within those hollow eyes.

What if this is fake?

After such a great escape, to receive such a surprise, everything felt too good to be true, yet so close.

But, what if it is true?

When such a thought erged in one's chest, the burgeoning impulse suddenly froze, vanished.

Leaving only chilling silence.

Accustod to repeated failures and surrender, fleeing ti and again in endless exile, those tornted repeatedly tell themselves they simply lack the blessing of the Holy Lord, lack equal opportunities, lack necessary conditions...

Even, resign themselves to despair.

But now, when such an opportunity is laid before them, they realize that from now on, there may no longer be excuses for losing.

No more excuses for losing.

Even if there really is the power to kill Angels before them, the precious glimr of light illuminated only greater darkness and more terrifying futures.

Moreover, even if they could kill Angels, so what?

The disparity between enemies remains daunting, like fighting dogs in desperation, rebellious ones can't even compare to a grain of sand in the vast sea. After fleeing so long, is there really still confidence to grip weapons and fight this endless war?

Even, whether one still has the chance...

Surrender?

In that instant, Linka raised her hand without hesitation.

Ji Jue ignored her, even as she waved, shouted his na, he remained deaf. This wasn't where she needed to step in, nor did she need to display miracles again.

In this brief delay and silence, Ji Jue's expression stayed blank, yet not surprised. Too many have been scared, too many want to escape reality... Even in this dream, they cling to naïve fantasies, unable to face despair.

But the stiff crowd suddenly surged forward, heads crowded together. As so stood rigidly in place, more surged forward without hesitation, shouting, raising their hands, striving to attract Ji Jue's attention.

And among them, suddenly a small, stooped figure ca forward, fell to the ground, climbed up, scrambling forward.

Exerting all their strength, pushing aside those before them, even, without any respect or restraint, crossing prior boundaries, staggering up the platform.

On the youthful face remained traces of a nosebleed from the fall, the patched-up arm clearly wasn't his own, missing several fingers.

The young man, determinedly extended his hand toward him, almost demanding:

"I should do it!"

In that rough and hoarse voice was impudence, lacking education, like a burning urgency.

It must be !

It has to be !

Because, without it won't do!

Such eyes...

"Alright."

Ji Jue smiled silently, placing the handgun into his hand, indifferent to the disrespect in his tone, even, hand by hand, taught him to stand firm, assu position, personally pulled back the hamr for him.

"Have you really thought this through, kid?"

He bent down, softly reminding in the young man's ear: "You understand what you're doing, right?

Once this shot is fired, Sky City will definitely not tolerate you, even if in the future you lose, manage to escape, or surrender, even if you contribute greatly to them, you will only eternally burn in Border Prison."

For a mont, the young man's wrist holding the gun seed to tremble, almost imperceptibly.

Yet imdiately, veins bulged.

"Why should it be them burning in Border Prison?"

The young man fiercely turned, looking at him, questioned.

Then, definitively pulled the trigger!

Once, twice, and again—the heart-stopping roar suddenly erupted, causing the entire camp to halt abruptly, and amidst the residual echoes of the thunderous noise, only the chanical click of the empty shell casings rotating was heard, besides a nearly desperate lant.

From within Angel's remains—

A small bullet drove through the indestructible body, like a red-hot needle pierces the Dream Shadow.

Next, line after line of minute fractures suddenly spread, expanded, covered the entire body.

Piercing howls spread, nurous broken eyes suddenly widened. After the last glimr faded completely, only dead fish-like hollowness remained.

The visible collapse began, yet was imdiately swallowed, covered by writhing silver light, becoming a sculpture of death standing before everyone.

He, or it, is dead.

At this mont, amidst silence, everyone dazedly watched the scene before them, and then, involuntarily cheered and shouted, hoarse roaring, even, hysterically waving arms, tears streaming.

The entire camp neared boiling, each shocked face did not fade, revealing uncontrollable joy and delight.

Celebrate, shout.

Like sparks extending in grass into a sea of fla.

Amidst the excited and shouting torrent, Ji Jue lowered his eyes, looking at the young man beside him, still holding the empty gun, stiff fingers clamped on the trigger.

No delight, nor joy.

Just staring fixedly at the corpse of the Angel, as if waiting for it to rise again, ready to engage in a desperate struggle once more!

In the pitch-black pupils, only deeper hatred and loathing burn silently, like smoldering embers.

Ji Jue couldn't help but smile.

Gently stroking his hair, and finally patting his shoulder.

Then turning to leave.

Truly a fine piece of material.

He began to look forward to it.

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Half an hour later, inside the Chicken Foot House, Ji Jue unapologetically took over Old Deng's workshop, claiming it for himself, even picking out and complaining about the internal structure and making judgnts regarding its usability.

You better take it easy!

Bao Dacai rolled his eyes, watching as Ji Jue unceremoniously went through his jars and bottles, quickly hiding the treasures he had saved during this ti deep within his arms.

But the lting Furnace was too large, really couldn't be hidden, so it had to be used.

Except...

Inside the lting Furnace, the molten iron ford by the Angel's remains was filled with wails, faces rising and falling, rging into bizarre shapes.

"Living Spirit Refining?"

He started pointing and sneering without any courtesy, "Oh my, I am so familiar with this, you do look unrecognizable... I rember this is a forbidden technique in the association, right?"

"Funny that soone from Nirvana is talking to about forbidden techniques."

Ji Jue replied coldly without turning around, "I kill the Federation's ministers and generals, I kill emperors and princes, but I know, I am a good person..."

"Don't say it so carelessly, how could you label people so severely!" Bao Dacai started to be stubborn again, refusing to admit anything, turning it around: "Whether I am Nirvana is another matter, but your skill here, tsk tsk tsk, not even You Sui is this familiar with it, right? Thankfully, this patch of land doesn't have Superior, or, adding more blessing and so effort, great disaster could even arrive..."

"Then go report ."

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, curiously asking: "Excuse , are you going to report the association's craftsman chief this term, the Heavenly Artisan, , appointed by Delong the old president and Gustav, association's new pillar, having association with You Sui?"

"Lucky for you, you didn't bring up Ye Xian and the Heavenly Furnace's banner, or else there wouldn't be enough space here for ."

Bao Dacai sneered, "If Jian Yuan had even one-tenth of your hypocrisy, he wouldn't have gone to You Sui, but unfortunately, you don't have one-tenth of his sincerity."

"Heavenly Furnace? Jian Yuan? Who is that, I'm not familiar, it sounds like roadside weeds."

Darn...

Bao Dacai was stunned, involuntarily wanting to give a thumbs-up, realizing that Ji Jue is indeed Ye Xian's student, skilled in deceit and betrayal: "I hope you'll dare say that in front of them."

"Well then, the question arises—"

Ji Jue smiled slightly, turning back to ask: "How do you know I haven't said it before them?"

"…"

Bao Dacai's expression twitched twice, not wanting to talk anymore.

Being this old, suddenly experiencing for the first ti, we're all darn Ashes, yet among craftsn, there's still a darn distinction in moral level...

Watching as Ji Jue, the rascal, did as he pleased in this place built out of his dreams, throwing around various ssy skills.

Just felt the association's Punishnt Team not yet knocking at the Coast's door, absurdly unbelievable!

Ji Jue wanted to use sothing normal, but unfortunately, there were no relevant docunts or basic rules inside this dream.

Using his hands directly to operate, it was possible to achieve effects through transformation, but involving soul manipulation alchemy skills, simpler violent quick effective thods were largely found along You Sui...

Otherwise?

Otherwise kill Old Deng next to him first, see if he might explode so Gold Coins of Marvelous Alchemy?

Forget it.

Alchemy, after all, has the concept of affinity. Ji Jue figured, with his heel, he knew his affinity with Marvelous Alchemy was touching enough to tears.

Three elents, three Superiors, he doesn't have any!

"Hiss, too sinister and outrageous."

Bao Dacai leaned close, gazing at the black fla blood fire gradually shaping into that one gleaming illusion, shaking his head: "This kind of dented stuff, who do you plan to use it on?"

"Um, not quite sure yet." Ji Jue shrugged, "Speaking of which, just t a promising young person, they're a bit young, but there is potential for the future."

Potential for the future?

Bao Dacai rolled his eyes, do you have the right to say soone else has potential for the future? You're also a little novice!

But... now Ji Jue, probably no matter where he goes, it's difficult to be treated as a normal craftsman. Whether it's the Heavenly Artisan he made, the corpses he stepped over, or the background he relied on...

Even within the association, he could move forward to those few front tables.

Regarding the young person he ntioned…

He thought a bit, tapping his forehead.

"That child, I rember him."

"Is he famous?" Ji Jue wondered.

"In not very likable ways? Surely."

Bao Dacai shook his head: "Doesn't obey managent, doesn't listen to others, often fights, flips out at any mont, like a hedgehog.

Initially, everyone pitied him, later on, nobody cared, letting him fend for himself."

"Details."

Ji Jue looked down at the flas, waiting for the final Purification to complete.