Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later - Chapter 236

236 Ending Carnage

Blake was right. While the Demon Generals’ surprise attack had caused William some trouble, it was nothing major.

In fact, William had bigger concerns on his mind.

At present, William had only recovered two Holy Spirit Discs from the two Sealing Temples in the Blackwater Province. The complexity of these discs could only be replicated by Sibylla, the Astral Observer who used to be in charge of item creation and enchantment for Judgment. Even if she could replicate them, the special effect of communicating with the Astral World after 800 years of worship couldn’t be duplicated.

This was also why William hesitated to use the Holy Spirit Discs as consumables. According to Nizemar, there were only 45 of them on the Vic Continent, and William only had two. He didn’t want to waste them if he could help it.

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Think about who he was. He was like a hardcore hamster who had hoarded Flame Bottles from the beginning of the game and refused to use them until the end. Using such a limited item as a consumable was unacceptable to him.

In the game, William always chose to cast spells himself and save consumables with special effects or descriptions for his Treasure Hall, even if it meant taking a significant amount of damage from a BOSS. He preferred to slowly chip away at their health, just to add the items to his collection.

One mission required him to poison a target by disguising himself as a guest and slipping poison into their champagne. But the poison had a special suffix that couldn’t be replicated through alchemy, so William had to change his approach and turn the assassination into a stealth mission, and eventually a massacre of anyone who saw him.

But now, he wasn’t just playing a game. He couldn’t afford to stick to his strange habits, or he risked screwing up.

“Sigh… You’re going to die in the end anyway. Why can’t you find a way to die that won’t give me trouble?”

William’s voice was laced with pain as he felt the irreparable cracks spreading on the Holy Spirit disc on his back.

The three Demon Generals, who had thought victory was within their grasp, were puzzled by William’s words.

“What do you mean?” Erosion, the most vigilant of the group, asked subconsciously.

William stood still, silently chanting the spell he had previously been unwilling to use. As the spell took form, the cracks on the Holy Spirit Disc deepened.

The sound of the disc cracking seemed to echo in William’s heart.

Goodbye, the achievement of collecting all 45 Holy Spirit Discs.

William mourned the loss in his heart.

As William chanted the ancient spells, the empty sky transformed into a chaotic, terrifying starry sky.

It was the primal starry sky of long ago, before the world of Currere took shape and order was established. But these stars were not like the gentle, mysterious ones with the moon and 13 constellations as their main axis that could be observed in Currere at night. Instead, just looking at this starry sky filled one with anxiety.

The stars shone aggressively, emitting sharp, needle-like starlight as if they could be plucked down with a mere raise of the hand or pressed down on the ground at any moment.

This was the most primal version of the starry sky, one that existed long before the world of Currere took shape and order was established.

The stars died and turned into dead bones, falling into Currere and becoming the origin of the original metal in the world.

The peak Metal spell, Awaken Remains of the Death Star, aimed to reawaken the power of these dead stars and restore the scene of thousands of stars falling from the sky.

The three Demon Generals could feel the overwhelming magical pressure and power emanating from the sky, enough to tear them to pieces. They were unable to resist the strange daze that overtook them.

what the .... is happening? Wasn’t the other side having trouble defending himself?

Did we make a mistake in our assessment?

“Erosion, what’s this…”

Mrs. Swollen stared at the beautiful sky with terror in her eyes.

“I have no idea…” Erosion shouted back.

That was the last thing they said before the Metal magic storm created by the stars completely shredded them into bits.

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By the time Blake and Remides arrived on the battlefield, the battle that could be called a war was almost over.

On one side, the Holy Spirit Disc had suffered irreparable damage, causing William’s clone army to dwindle down to just 10%. On the other side, William had finally overcome his mental obstacle and blasted the Demon Generals and high-level Lunar Monsters back home, causing the enemy’s front line to collapse.

Both sides suffered losses, but considering William had formed an army alone, it was a great victory.

However, the protagonist of this victory didn’t seem to be celebrating.

At that moment, he looked at the Demon General, Carnage, who had been blasted into half a charred wreckage with a livid expression. It was clear that the Demon Generals under the King of Deathblood were tenacious, as even with only half of his body and two-thirds of his head left, Carnage didn’t dissipate. He even looked ready to fight another round with his remaining hand.

Of course, the enemy definitely hated his overly resilient body, especially in front of the seemingly ordinary straight sword.

Blake led the Crow Legion onto the battlefield, ready to take on the four Moon Realm Legions with his Demon Legion. Though they may not have been as strong as their enemies in terms of numbers or quality, Blake knew he could handle the situation easily.

The Crows swiftly filled the gaps in William’s Holy Spirit Army’s ranks and chased after the remaining foes like the autumn wind blowing away fallen leaves.

Blake landed beside William.

This was the only spot on the battlefield where Demon Generals were still in action.

The other spot was occupied by Dementia, who was observing the battle with a cold demeanor.

“Presiding Judge, I’ve finished creating the coordinates, so I’ll bring my spawn over first…”

But William raised his hand to stop him.

Turning to Carnage, who was still scowling at him, William said, “Cut the act. The previous Carnage hid something before he died and planned to leave me some mementos, but that act won’t work on me now.”

With a gentle tap of his Frost Staff, William froze every joint of Carnage, rendering it immobile.

The final showdown with Carnage in the game was a dramatic moment to say the least.

A Battle Priest, who had been a mentor and guide to the protagonist, sacrificed himself to block Carnage’s final attack. This former follower of the King of Deathblood had finally realized the horror of his actions when he accidentally killed his own family in the war. Through his sacrifice, he found redemption.

William thought about it and realized that if the scriptwriter had handled it any differently, it would have been awkward. It wouldn’t make sense for a Moon Realm believer who had been steeped in blood for half his life to be absolved of his sins just because he suddenly had an epiphany. Even if he didn’t die saving the protagonist, he would still have faced Judgment’s public trial and met his demise. The way he died in the game was dignified and relieved the moral dilemma of the players.

But this move was useless against William.

Carnage, unable to severely injure the Calamity with its final strike infused with the power of death, could only curse,

“Calamity, don’t act so smug just because you won. We can continue this game with you for countless more times. One victory is enough to make all your previous efforts…”

Before it could finish its rant, it met its end with a splash of blood.

William was livid, and he wasn’t going to waste time listening to the other party’s nonsense. He gave an order to his clone, telling it to pierce the other party’s throat.

“But no matter what the outcome is, you won’t be able to see it, right?”

he said coldly, looking at Carnage, whose red light in his eyes was fading but whose body showed no sign of dissipating.

“Besides, I came back here to put this issue to bed, right?” William asked, turning to Blake and Remides. He seemed to be seeking their input or confirmation.

As he finished speaking, the Holy Spirit Disc he carried shattered into pieces.