Silver Lamp is right.
Watching the besieged Silver Lamp, Igula was perfectly aware of this.
But he couldn’t say it, at least not while Silver Lamp was still alive.
The correctness of Silver Lamp doesn’t an her worldview is right. "Reality is a fleeting illusion, and the Void Realm is the eternal future" — whether true or false, this can’t be the legitimate reason for Silver Lamp’s rampage on all beings.
So, could there be a reasonable justification for Silver Lamp’s rampage on all beings?
Yes.
This is the truth of the third "Truth Link," the conclusion brought by the impending death of Lord Senluo.
Although Lord Senluo is the Dream Master of the ’Idealist Senluo’ bubble, His death wouldn’t destroy ’Idealist Senluo.’ Because besides Him, there are millions of reserve Dream Masters in the wasteland who can continue to operate this Dream Bubble Shadow.
This should have been a good thing, but instead, it beca the root of despair.
Because the despair unleashed by the death of Lord Senluo would unabatedly pollute the entire Kingdom of Senluo. His will could bring about the Divine Era of Senluo; naturally, his despair could also decide Senluo’s fate.
The Senluo drenched in despair will see the Screeching Greens rise to an unbearable level, and there can only be one result — everyone will be converted into green beasts.
But these green beasts are undying. Even if they slaughter and devour each other, even if their bodies are ground to powder, their souls will continue to wander.
In the past, only the Divine Era could annihilate all green beasts. Igula suspected that the greatest significance of the Divine Era was to unify everyone’s will, to direct everyone’s heart toward the light. Within the chanism of ’Idealist Senluo,’ this positive energy was enough to destroy all negative energy entities.
But if everyone becos green beasts and Lord Senluo also perishes, it ans there will be no Divine Era, and the green beasts will not be destroyed. Even worse, the millions of wandering monster souls will beco the next generation of Dream Masters, still capable of sustaining the ’Idealist Senluo’ Dream Bubble Shadow and allowing the kingdom to continue existing.
Unless an external force intervenes, the Kingdom of Senluo will head toward... eternity.
Undying, eternally wandering.
Unable to die, unable to live, unable to speak, unable to act, unable to sleep, unable to shout...
Igula and his companions couldn’t even bear being imprisoned in a temporal cage for thirty thousand years, but at least they had the option of death to end their suffering. The souls turned into green beasts didn’t even have that choice, and their sentence was infinite.
The thought alone is enough to make one’s scalp tingle with despair.
And this is enough to render Silver Lamp’s actions incredibly correct—
For every person she kills, there is one less person in such despair.
If she were to destroy Senluo, then everyone there could find peace.
Compared to eternal wandering, death is indeed the greatest rcy.
Killing to save, a savior, not a destroyer.
Up to this deduction, Igula had no objections. He didn’t care about the survival of the Kingdom of Senluo; he didn’t even care if Silver Lamp was a good person, as long as Ash could accept it.
So, here arises a question—if Ash truly accepted this truth, what would he do?
Igula knew Ash’s character very well; he was like Liss, the sort who would be happy for others’ happiness and sad for others’ sadness. But he was also very self-aware and would never overburden himself.
So, if Ash had the ability but wasn’t aware of bad things happening, he would mourn but not bla himself; if Ash knew bad things were happening but lacked the ability, he would sigh but not force himself.
But, what if Ash both had the ability and was aware of the impending suffering?
Igula’s concern was not without basis—Ash and Silver Lamp had almost identical configurations!
Silver Lamp had a citizenship of Sonic Strum, and Ash had a citizenship of Transcend; Silver Lamp was a Divine Fire Seed, and Ash was also a Divine Fire Seed; Silver Lamp was Half-Touch, and Ash was also Half-Touch... Igula didn’t know Silver Lamp’s specific plan, but if Silver Lamp could destroy the world, Ash certainly could too!
More importantly, Silver Lamp’s intention was undoubtedly to make Ash support her.
But how could Ash support her?
Support Silver Lamp in slaughtering tens of millions?
Support Silver Lamp in destroying the world?
Even commit together an apocalyptic cri that would be etched in the Void Realm for countless years? How many difficulties would they encounter along the way? How many dangers would they face? And could they escape when the world was destroyed?
Can Ash bear this responsibility? Can he endure this pain? Does he have that capability?
Igula didn’t know, but as he said, there was no need to make Ash struggle.
They were just passersby in Senluo, there was no need to sacrifice for this foreign kingdom, they were not here to be saviors — and neither was Ash.
Silver Lamp wasn’t foolishly optimistic or wishful thinking; Ash would truly understand her, and might even support her.
This is where her selfishness lies; she would drag Ash into a desperate existential dilemma — to personally kill everyone to grant them release, or to watch as everyone steps into eternal despair?
But as long as Silver Lamp is not there, even if Ash knows about the task of salvation, he won’t know the thod. As long as Silver Lamp is not there, Senluo will proceed to its predetermined conclusion, but before that, they will find a way to escape Senluo.
Therefore...
It’s ti to put an end to it.
Igula suddenly stared at Qikara, his lips moving to transmit sound over distance, then pointed behind Silver Lamp, and Gwen imdiately shot out a dazzling starlight.
At this ti, Weiser, who was violently beating Harvey, was just about to turn around to face Ash’s sword edge, but as she turned her head, the blinding starlight stole her vision.
In the next second, Qikara let out a ripping roar from behind, simultaneously striking with a fist engulfed in black fla!
The full roar of a Beastman, even without Technique Spirit, is enough to stun humans!
With both her vision and hearing obstructed, Weiser couldn’t dodge at all, and her body was sent flying into the distance.
When she finally managed to regain her sight, she saw the terrifying harbinger Black Crow descending once again.
Thud!
With all its might, Black Crow unleashed a trendous kick, directly producing a sonic boom shock wave that kicked Weiser into the ruins of a high-rise building!
That was the area most capable of restricting flight!
Even without Igula’s command, Harvey seized the opportunity, rushing in to deliver a series of five fierce Blood Sea slashes! Weiser couldn’t evade, managing only to counterattack Harvey, enduring all the damage with Holy Domain!
Ash followed closely, his longsword raining down brutal blows on Silver Lamp, piercing through the dilapidated floors, layer by layer, as if he intended to send Silver Lamp into Hell!
Yes, just like that.
Igula looked at the debris suspended mid-air in the high-rise and couldn’t help but let out a long breath.
Gwen noticed this and asked, "Is she dead?"
"Not yet," Igula replied, "but soon."
The Magic Power consumption of Silver Lamp was too great. In the "Sanctuary," Magic Power couldn’t automatically recover, and now she was surely running on empty.
In fact, Silver Lamp should have fled long ago, but Igula vaguely understood why she didn’t. She had kept this secret in her heart for so long, finally having the chance to show it to soone she liked, why would she run? It was like a little girl wanting to give a gift, only to be wronged to the point of frustration; who wouldn’t be angry enough to burn with indignation?
She just wanted to stand here with justified pride, watching him regret.
In a sense, Silver Lamp was quite similar to Black Crow. Both bore a fate that one person couldn’t endure, both executed tasks others couldn’t comprehend... So, perhaps sowhere in Silver Lamp’s heart, she too was hoping... hoping for soone to suddenly appear and free her from her suffering.
So, please.
Igula silently prayed as he watched the constantly rumbling high-rise building.
Don’t redeem, don’t clarify, don’t understand.
Just let yourself completely die here as the evil Silver Lamp.
*
On the base floor of the high-rise ruins, amidst the floating debris, Ash and Weiser locked eyes.
Ash’s body, having been scratched as he crashed down, surrounded by floating blood. But he had already cast "Joyful Sword" on himself, and his injuries were rapidly healing.
He wasn’t the only one injured.
At this mont, Weiser was also covered in wounds, her beautiful clothes torn, her fair skin cut, bloodstained and filthy, surrounded by suspended droplets of silver blood. Yet even so, she still lifted her chin to look at Ash, her bewitching grace tinged with defiance and pride.
Igula was right; her Magic Power was nearly depleted, unable to maintain Holy Domain any longer.
But even then, Weiser didn’t beg for rcy, nor did she voluntarily confess the truth to Ash. She had thought she didn’t care about anything in the illusion, including such trivial matters as dignity and honor, which is why she would betray, defect, conspire, and go to any lengths.
But she realized she did care, it’s just that in the past, no one had been worthy of her sacrificing her dignity, she had always looked down on the world with haughty pride.
Weiser couldn’t even understand her current thoughts, she only knew that if she had to bow to Ash to survive here, she would rather die—even if Ash was just one step away from understanding her.
Then let it remain just one step away.
Boom!
Seeing the sword blade coming towards her, Weiser instinctively parried it aside, then turned and elbowed!
Ash raised his palm to catch the elbow strike, retreating while simultaneously slicing down with his sword. Weiser tilted her head slightly to avoid the strike, advancing further to attack his body, but Ash seed to anticipate Weiser’s move, tossing his longsword upward, turning to engage in close combat with Weiser!
Weiser’s heart fluttered, but her hands showed no hesitation, skillfully dismantling Ash’s offensive, then seizing the opportunity to catch the sword and slash back at Ash.
However, in just one round, Ash found an opportunity to block Weiser’s attack, reclaiming the longsword.
Everything flowed so smoothly,
Everything was so natural.
Because this was a battle they’d fought countless tis in the Divine Fire Trial, a duel they’d rehearsed endlessly.
As Weiser moved, she suddenly realized that everywhere floated their blood—hers and Ash’s.
The air was filled with the scent of rust, lemon, and sweet orange.
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