Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 2599 That 1 Black Fire

Sir Egwene turned his head and looked at the three temples that carried the faith of the entire main universe, and the brilliant light reflected on his cheeks.

"Although this war has been going on for decades, for most ordinary people, it is still too far away, because you are not the savior. If the savior wins, everyone is happy, but if you lose, you can only resign yourself to fate and be powerless, because we are all as weak as ants."

"And the faith built on this cannot withstand any test."

He closed his eyes.

Because no matter how many ants there are, they cannot decide the success or failure of the war between gods.

The self-bound angel stared at him blankly, then turned around and looked far away in the direction of the divine realm.

"You mean..."

Ser Egwene took a deep breath, raised her head, and her eyes seemed to reflect his cheek again.

"Perhaps true faith isn't about religious worship, but about truly seeing that even if you're as small as an ant, you're still...important."

"Maybe Lin En has already understood this."

……

……

The brutality of the war was unprecedented.

This was also the first time since the outbreak of the Nightmare War decades ago that all living beings had so directly felt the fear and inability to shake their king.

Those connections that were established with countless people through the power of faith.

This kind of despair was truly and vividly displayed in the hearts of every ordinary person for the first time.

Their king.

What kind of burden did they bear that allowed them to withstand the devastation and pressure of these decades?

Countless pairs of eyes watched.

Countless people saw the cruelty and despair of that war through that slight connection with their king's faith.

Many retreated, trembling and paralyzed, fear overcoming their faith.

Many people retreated because they found that their king was not as powerful as the legend said.

Yes.

In fact, they are just sustenance.

They placed their hopes for the outcome of the war on their king and their hopes for the future on the savior who would descend from the sky.

always like this.

Always.

But what's wrong with that? Because we are just creatures at the bottom of a certain world. We can't cross the stars, we can't participate in the grand narrative, and sometimes even for us, eating a full meal is a luxury.

That was the King's war, it was never...our war.

The light in their eyes dimmed, like insignificant fireflies in the darkness.

but……

but……

"Can't lose!!"

On a dilapidated street, a ragged little girl shouted loudly towards the sky.

There were tears in her eyes, but she was still wiping them vigorously. In the torrent of faith that was getting darker and darker, she was so determined and hopeful.

"I don't know how to help you!"

"But when I grow up, I will definitely join the army! Even if I die on the battlefield like my parents, I will fight even if I die!! Because you are our king!! Even if the king must lead the troops!! Then you must let weaklings like us die first!!"

"Shouldn't a king lead the charge alongside his people?!"

Those tear-wrenching cries were like rays of dawn, breaking like daybreak in the gradually fading tide of faith.

Many places.

Many worlds.

Just like when the sunset is heading towards darkness, there are still many people who choose to remain steadfast.

Those beliefs are so brilliant.

In the surging torrent, they were submerged and indistinguishable, but at the moment of ebbing tide, they were still standing at the high point of the tide.

……

What is the difference between God and the king?

……

that moment.

When those waves of unyielding faith rose against the tide and rushed towards the figure fighting hard in the divine realm, all those who had retreated turned their heads tremblingly. Those forces were so weak, like the barely perceptible flame of a candle in the darkness, which could be extinguished by even a gust of wind.

But when those countless candles came together, they actually illuminated the sky.

And also at the same time.

They all passed through the link of faith and felt the complement that came to their king as the power converged upon him.

It moistened things silently, filling up the power in their king's body bit by bit.

Even though it's small.

Although weak.

But it is tenacious and endless.

this moment.

They all understood.

Because they saw it all.

It turns out that if you want, you can always fight alongside your king.

"Perhaps despair is indeed unavoidable, and perhaps the crises we face in the future will only worsen. But if this belief can allow us to join in, and like every soldier fighting on the front lines, to demonstrate our true value, even if it's just a tiny spark, it will be enough."

Ser Egwene looked at the distant starry sky.

"If 'belief' can truly be transformed into a force, then even the humblest creature would not fear the lightning that covers the sky."

that moment.

hum-

Behind them, as the self-bound angel turned his head hastily to gaze, the dimming light of faith in the three churches suddenly stopped its decline, like three rays of light shooting straight into the sky.

"Stop it!"

And that's what Lynn wants to do.

He didn't want everyone to see only his victory, because no matter how glorious the victory was, it would always belong only to him.

He also did not want to cover up all the despair and suffering, because it was just a crystal garden.

He wants to let the flame burn throughout the entire starry sky.

Let all people, regardless of race, identity, or stance, deeply understand that every time you believe in me, it will converge into this raging fire, allowing you and your king to truly face the darkness that covers the sky together.

There has never been a savior.

Because each of us can be a savior!

And if each of us has the opportunity to swing the sword towards the sky, then even if the darkness is hopeless, we will not be afraid or retreat at all.

In the broken divine world.

Along with the raging fire, the broken will in Lin En's eyes emitted a golden and brilliant light, and the huge and endless power of faith covered his sinful fire that was about to be extinguished.

And under that scarlet embellishment, it is as if countless firewood is crowning you at this moment.

turbulent.

The deepest part of the fire of sin, under the blessing of countless faiths.

The black fire that was ignited.