Chapter 1626: 979: Sunlight King • Gwyn (Ten-Thousand-Word - )

Behind him appeared merely a bonfire. A bonfire built on firewood, skewered with a spiral sword blackened by flames, burning with a fire neither too vigorous nor too dim.

It seemed commonplace, merely providing travelers or adventurers a spot to sense warmth and rest, as if splashing a basin of water onto it might easily extinguish it.

Yet, this ordinary bonfire continued to burn during the moment when the light of the world was torn away.

As long as there was this firelight, the world wouldn’t be plunged completely into darkness.

Those living in this world wouldn’t be dragged into panic or despair!

The God of Thieves’ power was no longer working!

Upon seeing the unfathomable bonfire, Viskasa instinctively attempted to parse its true nature, but this caused a momentary lapse, compounded by the delay from having his power interrupted halfway, making him pause for more than a second.

And now, it was precisely the moment for the berserk dungeons to launch their last stand against him!

"!"

Viskasa suddenly came to his senses, and from all directions, attacks descended upon him without any blind spots in that instant!

An indescribable loud noise echoed through the world, like a shattered mirror, the world fractured with blinding light returning to the land; even under the cover of dark clouds, the remaining light at this moment was delightful.

The loud noise transformed into a crossfire of varied powers, spreading to unknown distances, resulting in the capital having houses shattering amid a dreary scene.

Amid the extreme collision among dungeon creations, they mutually annihilated each other, while Viskasa at the center of annihilation....

"Did he disappear?" The gladiator showed an expression of disbelief, "Could it be we defeated him?"

"Impossible, though our attack just now was strong, but..." Heiniss couldn’t believe the final boss had been brought down by her underlings.

"My rampage time is up, sorry everyone, I’ll take my leave first." Panson’s remaining monsters rapidly burnt to ash and dispersed.

"Me too." "My time is up too." The city lords’ rampage times sequentially reached their limits, no longer able to maintain the rampage state, reluctantly, they had to leave.

Red Teeth also realized his time was up; he said to Gong Qiying, "Gedwin, we can’t continue exerting ourselves; next, it’s up to you. The enemy’s whereabouts are unknown; I can use my last strength to scorch here, perhaps forcing him out."

"No, there’s no need to do that."

Gong Qiying’s voice came through the communication; it sounded very calm.

He sat atop the altar, looking at Viskasa before him, and said:

"He’s here with me."

"What? What did you just say! Why would he appear at your side——"

Listening to the exclaims of the city lords, Gong Qiying independently cut off the communication, his gaze remaining fixed on the enemy before him.

"I knew it was you behind this."

Viskasa spoke, at this moment he looked more akin to the Demon Clan.

Under the earlier world-crushing offensive, only his head and a small part of his chest remained, but the powerful vitality within him caused the residual body to rapidly recover; in the blink of an eye, various strange organs and limbs grew from the wounds, the twisting flesh forcibly shaped back to his original human-like form.

His outer appearance was merely a shell; his interior was indescribable chaos.

Despite such severe injuries, recovering so swiftly, his aura showed no signs of decline, still maintained at peak state.

"This is the second meeting, isn’t it?"

Gong Qiying scrutinized the opponent, unsurprised at such occurrence, he suddenly said:

"Still, your previous form was more mysterious."

"But this perfect body is better suited for me." Viskasa patted his chest, inside echoed the roar of thousands of Demon Beasts.

The atmosphere between them was quite peculiar, surprisingly not so tense but rather lightly conversational, both seemed filled with...composure?

"You should know, means used against ordinary dungeons are ineffective on me; why come here, to humiliate yourself?"

"At our first meeting, I said we could be friends."

Viskasa sat before him self-assuredly, still able to meet his gaze sitting.

Gong Qiying propped his face with one hand, showing an interested expression, "You wouldn’t want me to join you, would you?"

"Indeed, that’s what I want."

"As the only one I can’t comprehend, we indeed could be friends."

"Why not comprehend? I’m an astonishing old man from an ultra-ancient era, knowing some incomprehensible things is quite normal." Gong Qiying laughed and waved his hand.

Viskasa also showed a smile, "Do you keep saying such words to deceive children?"

"I don’t sense any ancient quality from you; there’s no comparison between us regarding the years we’ve lived; perhaps, even Zank could be regarded as your ancestor. These lies need not be uttered before me."

"Ever since a wisp of Light God’s consciousness descended upon this continent to fight the fourth generation Demon King, I’ve been watching this world. Since then, I’ve assumed many identities: Great Sage of the Demon Clan, Pope of the Holy Light Church, Legendary Adventurer, Great Mage of the Magic Association... I’ve seen this world thoroughly, but never met an existence quite like you."