Chapter 112 – Solar Wind

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Translated by Heavenly Cat

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Since the sun decided not to shine upon the world, the extinction of life was predestined.

A world dying beneath the dark radiance of the black-stained sun.

The reason humans survived to the end in this harsh environment is not because they possessed outstanding abilities.

It is because amidst the giant scheme plotted by the Sun God, the demons massacred each other to claim more souls.

Survival was determined solely by luck, regardless of the abilities possessed by individuals or races.

Whether a transcendent being paid attention or not determined the survival or downfall of a race.

And flora and fauna that lacked the intellect and spirituality to satisfy both the heavens and the abyss could not survive.

The Sun God who had already turned its back on the world, and the demons trying to swallow everything.

Whichever side won, there was no hope for all living creatures.

The cycle of life caught between birth and death had been severed.

Life hid away to avoid the demons that constantly roamed, craving warm blood, and eventually took their own lives.

In a world where not a single bug’s cry remained, all that filled it was the dreary wailing of ghosts.

That was how it was until now.

A sky of bizarre colors filled with twinkling stars and short constellations.

The small celestial body situated in the center of it begins to pulsate.

Thump.

Of course, so far it is merely a mirage.

It was a phantasm that would sway like a haze and disappear the moment the black sun rose.

What Star Creation created was not a real sun, but a lens containing the future.

The blue sun currently shining upon the world was, in effect, the appearance of the young sun that would one day rise.

However, even with just a vision of the future, the sun was changing the world.

Though the trivial creatures unable to reach the heavens wouldn’t notice.

[What is this.]

Serving Moon shook off the vision, rushed out of the temple, and looked up at the sky.

The sun Star Creation had created was absurdly dark compared to the real sun.

It was laughable to even compare it to the halo of the Absolute ruling alone.

However, the part that astonished Serving Moon was elsewhere.

[What is this…]

The stars were lowering themselves and elevating him.

Praying for the birth of the young sun, they were willingly sharing and offering even their own light.

Considering the reason they even hesitated to create avatars, it was an extremely exceptional case.

The very act of carving out one’s flesh was an act of gnawing away at their original strength.

A taboo that must not be committed unless there is certainty that the carved-out flesh, the Elysium, will definitely help the main body.

Star Creation was accomplishing that.

Serving Moon guessed the reason why such a thing occurred and fiercely scratched its neck.

[Foolish souls, are you truly pleading for salvation from the god of the end times!]

It was the souls residing in Elysium.

The souls dwelling presumptuously close to heaven were helping Star Creation.

But whether Serving Moon was enraged or not, the sky didn’t care.

The pulsation continued.

Thump, thump.

Then, the connected stars and short constellations orbited and protected the young sun.

At that moment, Serving Moon heard a very trivial and faint voice.

Elevate and protect.

If you wish to walk beneath a new sky, beneath bright memories.

The chorus repeating like a repeat mark shakes its mind.

Serving Moon stumbled from the rushing dizziness and pressed its forehead.

Before it knew it, the pulsation was continuing roughly, as if about to burst.

Thump, thump, thump…

Then suddenly, the pulsation stopped.

Did it fail?

The mad god throwing the question to itself soon denied it.

This wasn’t a failure, but the preparations being finished.

Because it was the Celestial Church, because it followed and pursued the Sun God more than anyone else, it realized.

That the miracle only the Sun God had shown was about to occur.

[Re, return. Celestial Church, scatter!]

Serving Moon’s miracle is Scattered World.

Wherever it could shine with its silver light, it could open two-way portals and instantly gather its forces no matter how far away they were.

A miracle that forced a fight at the desired timing with terrifying mobility always brought victory.

And now, its trump card had returned as an enemy’s dagger.

Even before Serving Moon could withdraw the miracle, countless angels were crossing over the scattered silver light.

Making its swift judgment meaningless, the order was not conveyed.

=What did it say just now?=

=Serving Moon, your voice is being crushed! This is, this is…=

=How precious an answered prayer is.=

There was only one cause.

Star Creation’s influence overwhelmed Serving Moon’s influence.

As if that wasn’t enough, he was doing the exact same thing the Sun God and great demons did early on by dyeing the world black to hinder exchange and cooperation.

Serving Moon hurriedly tried to withdraw the silver light, and then… only let out a groan.

Rationally, it is right to withdraw the miracle right now and prevent further damage.

However, to pull it back now, too many angels had already crossed over.

It cautiously approached his territory, wary of the influence and strength Star Creation possessed, but it had crossed the line of fire by a mile from the very beginning.

Since when on earth?

The response Star Creation was showing now could only come out if he knew the Celestial Church would gather its forces and attack.

Then since when on earth did he plot this?

It was when Serving Moon was groaning, captivated by bewilderment, that familiar voices were heard.

[The Moon worries too much. How could a God Who Makes Stars dare perfectly mimic the miracles of the Sun God?]

A god made of dust and smoke, Trumpeting Bright Star.

A god fluttering the starlight of its bloated body, Flag-Bearing Giant Star.

A god dimly scattering a dark red color like blood, Sentencing Ominous Star.

They were gods belonging to the Celestial Church who had returned to Salutaris after receiving the order to gather.

Seeing them, Serving Moon was relieved on one hand, but couldn’t hide its sigh and contempt.

It was fortunate that they weren’t swept away entirely with the angels, but they were underestimating the adversary far too much.

It was because the standard of evaluation had naturally lowered while hunting down the fleeing gods.

Serving Moon firmly warned them.

[Do not insult the power of the Great Sun God. If he reproduces even a speck of the edge of that power, none of us can defeat the adversary.]

[…Your contempt goes too far. No matter if you are Serving Moon.]

[Then, witness it.]

Serving Moon sharply cut off Flag-Bearing Giant Star’s words.

Since all the surviving gods had gathered, the worst-case scenario of the Celestial Church being annihilated was avoided.

Angels were forged as pawns to be used from the beginning, so them dying wasn’t a very fatal loss.

Moreover, since they would meet an impressive death that would instill alertness in these arrogant gods, there could be no better blessing in disguise.

Serving Moon, having prepared itself, sank back into the vision looking down at the Orrak Plains.

The people prostrating and trembling.

The angels with blue halos and scarlet halos clashing swords and spears above them.

Lastly, the animal army running from beyond the plains and…

Down to the figure of Star Creation standing blankly while observing all of this.

If there was a difference, it was the color of Star Creation.

Star Creation, having already finished all preparations, was dyed in a golden hue.

[Are these all the sacrifices you will offer?]

At those words, Serving Moon clenched both its hands tightly and spoke.

[Do you think your clumsy imitation is salvation and deliverance. Know that because of you, they are losing the chance to die in the light.]

[Insignificant.]

Star Creation let out a hollow laugh and raised his arm.

This was also the moment Serving Moon grew tensely tight.

Neither Star Creation, the god made of stars and the cosmos, nor the sun he raised were real.

Both were fakes faced through visions and phantasms.

However, one is bound to kneel even if they just brush the hem of a great one’s clothes.

Strictly speaking, even though it was merely a shadow, a fragment of power was being revealed exactly as it was.

[You guys beat around the bush too much.]

The golden cosmos heats up.

[From next time, if you are scared, just end it at being scared.]

And the stark blue halo shouldered by the golden cosmos exploded.

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The undulating blue light distorts the world.

The visible sights warped, and the perceived time twisted.

From heaven to earth. From earth to heaven.

The blue light spewed out as the halo exploded swept through everything and became a wind.

To some, the blue light was a cool breeze and a gentle light.

This was especially true for the people huddling closely together with chattering teeth.

“Wind…?”

“F-Father. A-are you able to speak?”

“Huh? Uh, uh-huh. Huh! My boy!”

But to others, it was a swung blade and an exploding flame.

The moment the Celestial Church angels came into contact with the blue light, the resolute determination contained within it was revealed.

The majority were simply swept away by the light and oxidized without even letting out a single scream.

Even those who survived were not unscathed.

With bodies shattered to pieces like broken porcelain, they plummeted toward the ground.

Every single one of them had their eyes wide open.

=Could not avoid it. Could’ve avoided it…!=

=Even residing in the heavens.=

=What should we have done? What was right for us to do?=

The lamentation of the Celestial Church was soon completed with death.

They collided with the ground, shattered with a clanking sound, and could never move again.

Every time the light that had become wind passed by, the grass of the plains swayed and brushed together.

Everywhere it went, it silenced screams and planted certainty.

The blue light was not simply a caressing light, but a messenger dividing life and death and distributing faith.

The people who had prostrated flat until the blue light passed, hurriedly packed their belongings after seeing all this.

“This light is the harmony of a god. It is absolutely impossible unless it’s a god!”

“Now is our chance, everyone move!”

The majority of the angels the Celestial Church brought out died without being able to put up any resistance against the blue light.

At this sight, some marveled and some were astonished.

Serving Moon and the remaining Three Gods were clearly the latter.

Even Flag-Bearing Giant Star, who had complained that it was rating Star Creation too highly, was speechless.

[T-This can’t be.]

[….]

[Moon, the Sun God uses such a miracle?]

Serving Moon broke out of the vision and looked at the Three Gods.

Since it was a miracle known only to Serving Moon, the Sun God’s loyal servant, this reaction is natural.

Serving Moon spoke of the miracle that the Sun God had never used out of pity for all creation in the world.

[The miracle of the Evaluating God, the Flood of Resignation.]

[Evaluating God…?]

[No, Moon. Wait, wait a minute. Flood? That is a flood?]

Not everyone in the Celestial Church knows the origin of the Sun God.

The Three Gods did not know the numerous names the Sun God used to possess.

Serving Moon looked at them and subtly began to speak.

[The Bright God lifted them from the darkness with flames, the Precursor God led them with light, the Selecting God chose those who would survive among them, the Evaluating God tearfully struck down the rest, and only then could the Martial God rise. It was they who opened the reign of the Sun God.]

[Why bring up the anecdote of Seven Colors now…?]

The very beginning of the scriptures announcing the emergence of the Sun God.

After reciting up to here, Serving Moon spoke while looking at the Three Gods, who were slowly being tainted with astonishment.

[Do you still not understand? The Sun God was them.]

And the important thing was the fact that the God Who Makes Stars, Star Creation, used a miracle similar to this anecdote.

Unlike its usual self tainted with madness, Serving Moon commanded the Three Gods with a chillingly cold demeanor.

[We cease attacks for the time being. Cease any attacks until the adversary hunts down Cooling Breath. This time too, the Sun God was right.]