Chapter 130: The Watcher Shaya (Two-in-one)
Above the Spirit World.
Shaya felt his consciousness drift between the Prime Material Plane and the dimensional void, carried by the currents.
“Fighting. So satisfying.”
Shaya mentally replayed everything that had happened in the past few hours.
A wave of pleasure washed over him.
This was probably the biggest show Shaya had put on since his transmigration.
Standing alone against an army.
Then, at the cost of his own life, he had sowed the will of Dawn throughout every corner of the continent.
Just as Captain Roger’s boast, “Go find it, I’ve put all my treasures there,” had ignited the Age of Discovery,
Today, Shaya, with his dying words, had ushered in a new “Dawn Era” for the entirety of Escarnia.
“Once the flames of rebellion are ignited, they can never be extinguished.”
“With the King of Knights’ prowess, Vortigern’s throne probably won’t last many more days…”
“And the name that heralded the new era – the Black Knight ‘Cain’.”
“Will grow alongside the prosperity of the new era, through the praise of all people and beings.”
“Ultimately, ascending to sainthood.”
Shaya’s lips curled.
The living could never defeat the dead.
As long as Cain lived, there would always be external doubts, calling him a hypocrite and other such things.
In fact, during these days, even within the King of Knights’ rebel army, there were plenty of voices questioning whether Cain, as the King’s confidant, was worthy of his position.
But after he made this move.
From this day forward, all doubts would vanish like smoke.
Using himself as bait, he invited the world to play the game.
Then, becoming the purest, kindest—
“Saint Cain.”
“Also, King.”
“Since ordinary means could not advance my position in your heart, how about this step?”
“Those who ascend the throne are of complete heart, supreme… and as you reside in high places for extended periods, wielding great power, with a single word becoming the law of the land, the emotions belonging to mortals will grow increasingly distant, eventually transforming into cold rationality, no longer able to waver.”
“Therefore, this is the only way I can make that emotion etched into your memory.”
Shaya praised his own ingenuity.
What was the saying again? The most beautiful thing is always the white moonlight.
This wasn’t because that person back then was truly so perfect, so irreplaceable… but because in memory, that white moonlight could always be frozen in its most beautiful form.
Then, through days and nights of longing and remembrance, it would be continuously beautified.
Just like Prime Minister Cao’s unforgettable white moonlight, Chen Gong, and the Black Knight Cain would become the King of Knights’ indelible white moonlight, unsurpassed by any other.
Not cherishing it when he had it, only regretting it when it was lost.
As the saying goes, what you can’t get always makes you restless.
Shaya’s consciousness shifted slightly.
The next moment, a cerulean light screen silently appeared in his mind.
[Historical Legend Status – Watcher]
[Rarity: Gold]
[Owner: Shaya Egut]
[Territory: Escarnia]
[This is the resplendent and benevolent silhouette shining in the darkness.]
[You lit the spark of civilization and order in a long night devoid of starlight and moonlight.]
[And at the moment of farewell, you turned your back on all beings and relinquished the entire world.]
[Your true name is unknown, your deeds live on.]
[This is the medal awarded to those who watch over civilization.]
…
Looking at the title emanating a faint golden radiance, Shaya couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
It was finally complete.
If even doing this couldn’t elevate his Historical Legend Status to gold, then he would truly be at a loss for what to do.
He was already dead, what more could he possibly do to pull off something more drastic?
“Next, we’ll move the Dawn Organization into the shadows.”
“Wait until the empire is established, and the time is fully ripe.”
“Let Cain, who died alone, return from hell in a brand new Demon King form, descending once again before the King of Knights and all the people.”
“The youth who slays dragons will eventually become one—”
“And then, let this world feel pain!”
“Simply perfect!”
Shaya felt the curve of his lips widen.
Pleasure.
It was truly too pleasurable.
“However, that will be after the treacherous king is defeated… and after the Freista Empire is established.”
“At least for a while, the Cain persona can’t be used. I need to leave enough time for the world to reminisce.”
Shaya stretched in the Spirit World, feeling a sense of fatigue.
Although, for some unknown reason, he possessed the curse of immortality.
The pain during his injuries, however, was real.
At the moment the fully unleashed Holy Spear descended from the sky to the earth,
He had truly experienced the entire process of his flesh and every particle of his being being reduced to ashes.
It could be described as extremely exhilarating.
If not for Shaya consistently training his mental power, making his will extraordinarily resilient, the pain of his entire body turning to ash would have likely caused many Beast Tamers to faint.
Furthermore, no matter what,
The release of “Sky Patrol. Sword of Damocles” had also severely depleted him.
Yui’s artificial intelligence could only provide auxiliary support; most of the calculations still required Shaya’s personal involvement.
The extremely complex calculations for the trajectory of the falling space-based kinetic weapon kept Shaya’s mental power operating in a state of overload, a complete depletion.
This left Shaya’s mind feeling somewhat hazy.
He had been fighting for so long, and he was indeed tired.
The kind of tired that could only be cured by sleeping on Little Ai’s silken lap pillow.
Thinking this, Shaya actively let his spirit descend from above the Spirit World.
Falling towards the Prime Material Plane.
…
About a hundred li from the Valley of Termination, in a barren and secluded graveyard.
Escarnia was still in a state of turmoil, with rampant Abyss Monsters wandering about.
Countless such desolate graveyards existed, rarely visited by anyone.
*Bang—*
The soil churned, and the stone slab sealing a certain coffin was overturned.
Immediately after, a pale, bony hand emerged from the grave dirt.
*Swish.*
The stone slab was pushed aside, and the coffin lid was lifted.
Shaya sat up from the coffin, took out a set of simple clothes from his Spatial Pocket, and put them on.
“It seems even the fully unleashed Holy Spear couldn’t kill me.”
Shaya sighed with a hint of regret.
According to his previous experiments, his Undying Body had various applications.
Whether burned to ashes or pale powder, or decomposed into the most basic magic factor, as long as a trace remained, he could regenerate a complete flesh and blood body.
He could indeed regenerate from the crystallized ashes in the huge crack within the Valley of Termination.
However, that would be too dangerous.
The commotion caused by the Holy Spear’s release in the Valley of Termination was too great.
Not only the few legends within Escarnia but even other legends on the Western Continent, and even demigods who roamed outside the Prime Material Plane, might have sensed it.
If he were to revive naked in that pit and be caught by the arriving legends, it would be over.
The dead Cain was Saint Cain, but a living one might not be.
Therefore, Shaya had made preparations long ago.
He had buried a finger of his in a coffin in this graveyard.
This way, when his main body was annihilated, he could resurrect using this finger.
“Let’s withdraw from the Historical Echo first.”
Thinking this, Shaya was about to summon Sparkle to take him away from this Historical Echo.
The next moment, Shaya’s brow suddenly furrowed.
Nearby, an ancient mystery suddenly emerged.
This sensation wasn’t like the manifestation of magic, but rather more like the divine power he had encountered when dealing with cults in the past, a power unique to gods.
The next instant.
Blood-colored moonlight rippled out like ink.
Immediately after, a bloody, mangled human head, through which one could see the white bones beneath the flesh, pierced through the ink-like blood-colored moonlight.
Then, it fell onto the distant graves.
“Cain!”
“Cain!”
The mangled half-skull could still move, wriggling on the grave, letting out a venomous hiss from its broken vocal cords.
“Damn, you Blood Race are really resilient, huh?”
Only upon hearing the venomous voice did Shaya finally recognize whose bloody, unrecognizable skull it was.
The Blood Race Prince – Flander.
A genuine legend.
But even so, Shaya found it difficult to understand how he had managed to escape death from the fully unleashed Holy Spear.
Also, long-distance teleportation arrays shouldn’t have been developed in this era, right? Why was he here, a hundred li away from the Valley of Termination?
A hint of doubt arose in Shaya’s heart, but he didn’t pay it too much attention.
In Flander’s current state, any physically weak child could crush his remaining skull, posing no threat to him.
As for the Blood Race identity… the immortality of the Blood Race had flaws, even for legendary Blood Race Princes. A little holy water could send him to his demise.
And Shaya’s Cain persona had the identity of a Templar Knight, so holy water was no issue.
However, Shaya’s doubts were soon answered by the skull’s mumbling.
“Cain, haha… Cain.”
“In the realm below legend, I, Flander, would call you the strongest.”
The mangled skull panted with effort.
“But, you wouldn’t have expected it… Progenitor Crimson Moon responded to my call and protected me with divine power, allowing me to escape.”
“You and Vortigern’s half-human are dead, and I’m the one who gets the last laugh.”
Crimson Moon…
That ancient god behind the Blood Race?
Shaya was slightly taken aback, but then he understood.
For true gods who had crossed the boundary of demigods, possessing the power to rewrite spatial laws was indeed not unusual.
“But… the Progenitor has long been in slumber… except for the matter of hunting Black Princess, he hasn’t awakened.”
“Why did he descend divine power to help me this time?”
In his current state, Flander clearly couldn’t use his mental power to scan his surroundings, so he had no way of discovering Shaya’s location.
Or rather, even if he saw Shaya, he wouldn’t be able to connect Shaya, in his true form, with the Dawn’s Cain wearing the swirl mask.
In the hearts of everyone in Escarnia, the Black Knight Cain was already dead.
He had died spectacularly, his death as heavy as Mount Tai.
Flander’s skull continued to mumble, flesh surging as he tried to use the Blood Race’s regenerative abilities to mend his body.
But, the next moment.
The skull’s movement suddenly stopped.
A slender, plain white hand suddenly emerged from the darkness.
Then, it grasped the mangled skull.
“Black Princess?”
Flander’s voice became dry and stiff.
The next moment, an unimaginable malevolence appeared on his mangled face, revealing white bones.
“Progenitor… no, Crimson Moon, you deliberately sent me here to use me to make Black Princess…”
*Crack.*
The plain white fingers squeezed slightly.
The next moment, Flander’s skull cracked instantaneously and turned into blurry fragments.
Blood-colored light surged. As a Blood Race member, his immortality allowed Flander to retain some vitality even with a shattered skull.
But, immediately after.
The flowing blood silently transformed into a round of blood-colored moonlight.
Then.
It was imprinted upon the owner of that plain white finger.
Flander’s skull fragments scattered, dimmed to the point of losing almost all luster, and the Blood Race Prince was utterly annihilated.
But the owner of the plain white index finger that had killed him emerged from the shadows.
She was a maiden wearing a classic ink-colored long dress, her hair as black as ink cascading down. Her clothing was layered but not ornate, embedded with specks of starlight, like the night sky.
The moonlight of Crimson Moon was imprinted on her brow… causing her figure to tremble slightly.
The next moment.
The maiden’s originally delicate and petite figure began to slowly stretch.
Dark, night-like light enveloped her. Her initially petite form grew taller inch by inch.
The long dress, woven from the night, became dreamlike and hazy. Her once flat chest began to swell, filling the loose clothing, making her voluptuous and shapely.
After several breaths.
Above her eyes, shrouded in the dimness of the night, the hazy night slowly receded.
Then, they began to glow with crimson light.
The maiden, no, now a mature and alluring woman referred to as an “older sister,” slowly turned around.
Then, with those crimson eyes, which seemed to look at prey, she locked onto Shaya’s location.
