Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 611 I Don’t Want to Be You

Pandora was not completely swallowed up. Every time she was about to be completely swallowed up, there was always a voice crying out from the bottom of her heart -

"Pandora..."

Just when she was about to lose herself completely, a roar like a dragon's roar suddenly came from the sky above the temple.

that moment--

The divine flame of Xingluo's awakening surged across the continent, penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers, and gently touched her at the soul level.

Pandora suddenly opened her eyes, and a familiar light and shadow appeared in her pupils.

She seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space and saw:

Xingluo stepped out of the darkness, with wings of divine flame emerging behind him;

He reached out to thousands of people and said, “I will connect with you”;

He burns with divinity and bestows upon mankind the "blessing of time and space";

At that moment, Pandora's heart contracted violently, and a tear quietly slid down her pale cheek and flowed into the corner of her mouth, revealing a hint of bitterness.

She murmured, her voice trembling but clear:

"He's really... approaching godhood... Will he still remember me when that happens?"

The sleeping beast Xu Yuan in her body was also startled and roared furiously:

"That's not your power! You don't need him! You have me! You are the heir to the 'Divine Beast'!"

But this time, Pandora slowly raised her head, her hair flying, her eyes gleaming like knives:

"I don't want to be you."

"I want to... be me."

boom! !

A blinding silver light burst out from her heart, and she used her own soul will to actively suppress the soul of the divine beast for the first time!

Xu Yuan behind her let out a shrill roar, transformed into a wild beast, and pounced on her soul core.

Pandora smiled coldly, formed seals with her hands, and an ancient seal pattern emerged from her palms.

"Spirit Seal!"

"You think our family has been standing still for so many years? You are just a product of the wishes of all living beings. Don't even think about devouring me."

"You think I can't even protect myself?"

Bang-!

Xu Yuan's shadow was forcibly sealed into a void area deep in his soul, and could only continue to lie dormant with low whimpers.

Pandora seemed to be reborn. After a slight gasp, her eyes became clear again.

At that moment, she stood up, and the silver chains that bound her shattered into pieces and dissipated into spiritual energy.

Complex silver-black divine patterns emerged under her skin.

Her magical core beats like a dragon's heart,

The blood of mythical beasts, magic, and the light of human emotions resonate in her soul.

Pandora knows——

"I am a man, not a god."

"I am a human being who has struggled to come back from the brink of collapse."

"She is also a Pandora who is willing to fight for him and will not regret it even if she loses herself."

She raised her head and looked towards the direction where the divine flame was burning in the distant starry sky.

A gentle smile played on his lips, but hidden within it was a fiery determination.

"You are approaching a god."

"I'll get close to you too."

"And then—fight beside you."

At the two ends of the continent, two souls struggled alone in their respective worlds, but at a certain moment of fate, they achieved resonance.

An empire that builds a god-killing empire by granting miracles to others through people's trust.

A man who struggles in loneliness, feeds on divine beasts, and breaks the shackles of fate with his tenacious human will.

They have not yet become gods.

But they have already gone far beyond the extraordinary trajectory.

As the light of the divine flame slowly went out, Xingluo narrowed his eyes, feeling the slightly vibrating power within the divine flame crystal.

"This power... is still far from being a true god."

But he looked down at the thousands of followers in the square, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"But your trust is enough for me to raise this sword and strike the gods."

This group of people who had just been blessed, with the blessing of the Starfall Divine Flame field, confronted head-on a high-level knight scout of the Holy See of Light, beating them to the point of questioning their lives.

Within three days of the news spreading, three groups of people gathered outside the Xingluo Territory:

The Knights in Exile, a group of frontier knights abandoned by the Church, clad in tattered armor, their eyes gleaming with the flame of desire for revenge.

Wandering mages, magicians regarded as "heretics" by the Church of Light, most of whom possess magical elements such as darkness and undeath. They hold tattered staffs in their arms, trying to regain their dignity.

Refugees and adventurers, they used to be farmers, hunters, blacksmiths, but now they have lost everything in the war, with only the obsession to survive. This group of people were arranged in the territory around the mercenary group for territory construction.

"As long as you are willing to take us in, we are willing to die for you!"

"Even if I become a ghost, I will protect your flag!"

Countless people knelt before Xingluo with their hands raised high.

Xingluo stood on the high platform, the divine flame crystal in his body flickered slightly, and the sea of people was reflected in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, his tone low and firm:

"From now on—

You are no longer the outcasts of the Church, nor the slaves of the kingdom.

You are my swords and the glory of the Sky City Mercenary Group."

boom--!

The scorching white divine flame spread from his feet, forming a huge emblem in the center of the square:

"Moonfall" - When the bright moon falls, it will turn into a flame that burns everything!

At this moment, Xingluo felt for the first time:

Faith, wealth, skills, strength... finally converged into a "Sword of God" that belonged to him.

“From now on, I am more than just a count.

I am Xingluo, the Lord of Moonfall—

He is the leader of Sky City and the engine of war."

The night was as dark as ink, and a thin mist snaked beneath the castle like a snake. Xingluo stood atop the high platform in the council hall, his gaze as deep as the ocean. Behind him, the dwarven craftsmen from the Flame Hammer Magic Shop brought the latest weaponry blueprints. Sketches of armor, outlined with magic patterns, were projected into the air, each piece exuding a strong fighting spirit.

"We're only a short distance away from a life-or-death battle." Mo, draped in a dark blue robe, waved his hand gently, and the projected tactical sand table slowly rotated, illuminating the faces of everyone present. "After the annihilation of the Holy See of Light's scouts, we've gained a brief respite, but now they've begun mobilizing the Northern Knights, who will arrive at the edge of the Vast Forest within three days at the earliest. The vanguard has approximately 3,000 troops, including two Silver Paladins and dozens of Priests of Light."

Xingluo glanced at the enemy's advance route marked by white light and raised his brows slightly.

"Only three thousand? Does Tiffany think I died in the backlash? Or... does she have other plans?"

"It's probably both," Mo replied in a low voice. "We should deploy defenses as soon as possible. The supply lines to Tianyu Town haven't been repaired yet. If they come down the mountain road, they can directly threaten our foundry."

"Fire Rock." Xingluo turned to the Dwarf King standing beside him, "How is the equipment of the Sky City Mercenary Group?"

Huoyan snorted and nodded proudly. "According to your instructions, each of us has been equipped with a set of 'Dragon Flame Heavy Armor'. The magic energy conduits have been recast with a compressed structure, equipped with an automatic cooling device, and blessed with the divine flame you bestowed... As long as they don't self-destruct, it won't be a problem to defeat a thousand people."

"We have to break through three thousand." Xingluo's eyes flashed with a chill, "This is not a defensive battle, this is the baptism ceremony of Sky City."

He turned to the attendant behind him and whispered, "Pass the order down. The mercenaries will attack at noon tomorrow. Now we have no choice but to strike first."

Before dawn, a mountain breeze lifted a corner of the battle flag. A brand-new banner hung high in the center of the camp. A crimson moon burned above the pitch-black background, roaring like a cry from the abyss. This was the banner of the Duke of Starfall. After all, war couldn't be fought solely by mercenaries; the entire territory's logistics were already operating at full speed.

"Everyone," Xingluo said, stepping onto the stage of the martial arts arena. His expression was calm, yet his aura was as overwhelming as a mountain. "I know many of you are here for gold, some for revenge, and some... simply to become stronger. But no matter why you are here, from today on, you all share a common identity—guardians of human glory."

He raised his hand and gently placed the divine flame crystal phantom on the flag. A stream of crimson-gold spacetime power erupted from his palm, instantly igniting the entire flag, yet remaining unscathed in the flames.

"I grant you combat power," Xingluo whispered, his voice deep and sacred. "For three days, the divine flame will coexist with you, burning your blood and defeating the enemy."

Five hundred mercenaries, each wearing five hundred sets of magical armor forged from the Hammer of Fire, lined up neatly at the foot of the hill. At that moment, the entire territory seemed enveloped by an invisible heat wave, even the clouds on the horizon were faintly red.

As expected, the Vatican's vanguard appeared not far away.

A column of three thousand men surged like a silver torrent onto the plains beyond the vast forest, their battle flags fluttering. The silver armor of the paladins shone brightly in the sunlight. A middle-aged knight narrowed his eyes and gazed at the hills ahead.