Chapter 640: Welcoming the Setting Sun

Chapter 640: Facing the Setting Sun
The “sun” that invaded the world slowly descended – it couldn’t be compared to the real sun, but it was still as huge as a small mountain and emitted terrifying power.

It hovered very close to the ground, appearing to have almost completely “landed” on the surface of the earth, and the flames that erupted from its edges licked the earth, while under its illumination, the sand and stone gradually melted and turned into flowing magma, and the air was distorted in the scorching heat, and a gust of heat waves swirled over the gradually flowing rivers of magma, and the large and small stones seemed to be affected by the invisible power. As if disturbed by the invisible power, the stones floated around the “heir of the sun” and turned into hot satellites orbiting around it.

This huge “Falling Sun Wheel” gazed at the almost dusty mortals in front of it with countless ice-cold eyeballs inside, and once again repeated that simple and concise command…

“Kneel.”

It was a pressure completely different from that of ordinary transcendent beings or heretical individuals, a power spread by the ancient gods – this monstrous ball of fire was the true heir of the Black Sun, and its words alone were worth millions of incantations and secret spells.

Vanna felt like her body was almost on fire, the searing streams of fire seemed to flow through her, and even the air currents she breathed out became part of the flames.

But she just silently glanced down at the radiant little ball in her hand.

After a few moments, she placed it carefully close to her body, and turned again in silence towards the huge cane that was stuck deep in the dunes – she reached out her left hand towards it, and with a little bit of force, she pulled it out, and then slung it over her shoulder.

The giant’s cane was too large for a mortal, and even Vanna, in carrying it, did not feel like she was carrying a weapon, but more like she was carrying a large tree.

But she didn’t care, the heavy “weapon” was just right for her.

She turned around, her right hand tightly gripping the huge sword made of ice, her left hand tightly gripping the cane on her shoulder, staring calmly at the “sun” falling on the earth.

“You refused,” the Sunchild hissed and shuddered in a series of noises, while its thoughts stabbed directly into Vanna’s mind, “but you must give up the star.”

The wind in the desert was getting stronger, a ceaseless gust of wind raging as if it were going to roll up the entire desert in this final crevice between the two worlds, and the distant sands rose up in the gusts as if they were earth-colored, sky-high walls moving slowly towards it.

Vanna raised her head in the gale, glanced at the other world in the sky that had stopped falling, and calmly asked, “Are you the one who is interfering with this …… ‘crash’?”

“You are trying to call upon a distant power – but no one can help you,” the hissing and trembling noise of the “sun” that had fallen to the ground once again, “I have cut off the two worlds from each other. “I have severed the link between the two worlds, and now you are trapped in this desert, where no one can hear you, not the fire usurper, not the Queen of Leviathan, and resistance is futile……. Hand it over, and I can let you go.”

Vanna, however, did not respond to the ancient god’s heir, she simply squinted slightly in the increasingly violent gale.

Indeed, she could not contact the outside, not the Captain, not the Storm Goddess – though the gentle sound of the waves still rang in her ears, and the imprints of the Spirit Flame still burned within her, she could no longer hear their “source”.

The power of the collision of the two worlds was channeled into a barrier, turning the desert into a closed cage, and the one who drove it all was obviously the …… blasphemous thing in front of her.

The gale began to converge, and the wall of yellow sand that rose up from afar was crushed little by little under the wrapping of the gale, and it was an astonishing storm, and in the power that was constantly accumulating, countless amounts of sand and dust were tumbling and rushing through that wall of yellow sand like a giant wave.

Vanna inhaled softly, and the ash-like substance escaped into the air along with her breath.

She gazed at the sunchildren on the distant earth, visions of storm and fire reflected in her eyes.

She lowered the massive cane from her shoulders, and then stepped away, her gaze calm as she walked towards the blasphemous sun – the cane and the massive sword trailing long furrows in the earth, in a trance, resembling a line of symbols etched into the land.

If the giant were here, he might have actually carved this line–

In the aftermath of Armageddon, the travelers charged the invading sun.

But the giant was no longer there, and the history of this world had already ended – the gale erased the long gully left behind Vanna, and the sand and dust that rose up to the sky closed behind her like a giant curtain.

Her footsteps grew faster and faster, gradually turning into an unrelenting charge.

Would the Sunchild be dismayed? Perhaps the option of “a mortal charging at the heir of an ancient god” had never occurred to it in all of its knowledge – but would a creature such as it have human feelings?
Vanna wondered, but she had no way of knowing the answer; all she knew was that the proud Sun had finally reacted.

Layers and layers of heat wove into a honeycomb of light-cast plating on the sun’s surface, and flames brewed in the air as the deadly daylight burned her body in an attempt to kill her on the way to the charge.

Yet the storm of sand and dust that used to come from the ends of the earth had gradually closed in around her, turning into a barrier strong enough to ward off that sunlight for the time being.

Vanna ran forward with all her might, slowly raising the huge sword and long staff in her hands as she ran, breathing in the flaming heat, ash escaping into the air with each breath.

She felt like she was riding a wave.

A voice seemed to resonate in the back of her mind, and she could no longer tell if it was her own voice, or the voice of the Storm Goddess or the Captain, all she knew was that the voice was telling her –

A sea of sand is a sea too.

She was going to take the sea by storm.

For she was a saint of storms. In the gale, the wall of yellow sand closed in, and Vanna’s figure disappeared into that magnificent storm of sand, as if swallowed up by the yellow sand in the blink of an eye, and as if it became one with that gale.

Between the two pieces of earth that had crashed into each other, there was only a thousand-meter-high desert storm that almost connected the two worlds, surging forward with a roar that shook the earth.

In the middle of the huge sandstorm, a sharp vector was raised high, and after a second’s pause, it smashed into the invading “Heir of the Sun” like a sky.

Today, she would try to extinguish a sun.

The impact was instantaneous, as if it were enough to tear apart the entire earth.

The vast storm that stretched across the desert contracted into a vector that struck the surface of the Sun head-on, and the latter constructed a brilliant corona a split second before impact – a corona that exploded spectacularly on impact, with a devastating shower of material was thrown out.

The entire desert seemed to be set ablaze by the eruption, and in a moment the horrible wave of fire obliterated all the dunes and boulders in the vicinity, and caused the jagged boulders to melt and flow, filling the gullies and pits in the earth.

In the big explosion of the “Corona”, the storm was also torn apart, dispersed, the wind suddenly turned into a disorderly air flow, overflowing in all directions in the sky and the earth, condensed into a wall, turned into a vector of yellow sand in the heat wave in pieces, part of the fall to the earth, but part of the as if gravity is lost, was thrown between the two worlds, as if the cloud layer cohesion around the upside down Silentis. around the inverted Silentis.

It took an unknown amount of time before the yellow sand around the point of impact was dispersed by the unorganized gale.

A flash of light was the first to appear in that gradually dispersing sand.

The Sunchild was still there – its light had dimmed, and its hastily constructed “false corona” had withstood the storm in the explosion, but it had also torn away a part of its body, and now its tentacles, huddled in their flaming shells, curled and trembled in an unnatural way. Now, its tentacles, curled up in the flaming shell, curled abnormally, trembled, and a golden-red color, as if flowing fire and blood, seeped out from the burning shell, and floated on the surrounding magma lake, flowing and burning at the same time.

Countless inhuman eyeballs darted between those spasming tentacles, searching for the enemy after the sand cleared.

The figure appeared in front of a fan-shaped impact crater not far away.

Vanna stood there silently, the air around her twisting in waves of heat as the last of the breeze was dissipating from the tip of her longsword.

She lifted her head and glanced at the sunchild in the distance.

In the next instant, her body dissipated in the wind, turning into countless flurries of ash that sprinkled lightly across the earth in the sunlight.

A small ball emitting a bright light fell from the air and landed on those still-scorching ashes.

“…… ultimately mortal, but already worthy of honor.”

The Sunchild let out a vague tremor, and then slowly floated upwards, driving an invisible force, ready to take the “ancient star” that had fallen into the pile of ashes.

The star did not move.

“…… Hmm?”

For the first time, a slight confusion arose in the son of this ancient god.

And in the next second, a sudden gust of wind suddenly swept through the yellow sand and swept up the ashes that were scattered on the earth!
A greenish fire slowly emerged from the ashes, and then almost in the blink of an eye, some kind of chaotic, nameless light passed over the ashes, as if reconfiguring the soul into illusory forms, and then all the ashes floated up into the air, pulled by the greenish fire, and quickly coalesced, reshaped, regained their color and texture – -almost within seconds, they solidified into Vanna’s form once more.

Even the damaged armor was restored with the burning of the green flames – it was like turning back the clock.

Vanna bent down and casually picked up her longsword and that cane, then raised her head and gazed at the still-burning, false sun.

She saw its spasmodic tentacles, and the golden-red substance dripping down from the flaming shell.

A smile rose to the corners of her mouth.

“So you bleed too-“

She stepped forward.

The gale rolled across the sky and earth once more, yellow sand rising up once more in the storm.

“So next question – do you fear?”

(End of chapter)