Chapter 447: Chapter 447: Roselle, Pray to the Stars!
Chapter 447: Roselle, Pray to the Stars!
He was a man full of confidence, even bordering on narcissism.
He considered himself the protagonist of this era, and indeed, he became the one who led the transformation of the entire age.
He was a proud and solitary soul, out of tune with the world, unable to fully integrate with it.
Such a person never imagined he would end up like this one day.
If not for the fear that the Fallen Mother Goddess would spread her corruption from the starry sky to the real world through his body after his death, he might have already chosen to end his own life.
But in reality, he could only stay alone in this dark, silent Black Emperor's tomb, fighting the corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess by himself.
This corruption had no end and would never cease.
But tonight, a ray of holy light that did not belong here shone in, allowing him to bask in sunlight he had long missed.
Sitting on the Black Emperor's throne, Roselle briefly regained clarity due to the purifying power's interference with the Fallen Mother Goddess.
He lifted a face covered in eyes, his blood-red gaze containing a hint of clarity, looking at the container of stars still radiating holy light.
How wonderful, that was the warmth of the sun he had always longed for.
He propped his chin with his arm, his body leaning slightly forward, gazing at the sun that brought him a moment of clarity in his most familiar posture.
He could gaze at it forever, forever...
Unfortunately, his children were not here at this moment, otherwise, his life would have gained a small sense of completeness.
But he believed his daughter Bernadette had grown to be exceptionally outstanding; she would be a significant figure in the mysterious world.
He regretted not being able to witness the growth of his little cotton-padded jacket from the past, or even see her get married.
But he thought, no one could probably take his daughter away; that was the prouder Bernadette, even more so than himself.
His second son, Benoit, should also be doing well; he was the angel promised by Steam himself.
Thinking about it now, for Benoit, this should already be the best outcome, growing up carefree under Steam's protection.
However, in the eyes of parents, overly rational children are never as endearing as those who cry, even creating a sense of unfamiliar isolation.
It's like an adult's soul entering a child's body, speaking to parents in an equal tone, without acting spoiled, without crying in sadness, mature and rational.
Never mind, Benoit doesn't need his worry.
The child he truly worried about was his eldest son, Charles, the child he had in his early years, inheriting only a small part of his extraordinary traits.
Compared to the genius of Bernadette and Benoit, he seemed like an ordinary person, ordinary in every aspect.
Such a character and talent were definitely not good in the mysterious world, severely lacking the ability to protect himself.
In such a twisted and chaotic world, only the paranoid could live better.
He wondered if he was still alive.
He should still be alive, right?
Roselle was just reminiscing about the past, not intending to pay attention to the two figures before him, even though one of them had restored his brief clarity.
Because they both had an aura that did not belong to this real world, a scent of the starry sky.
They should be incarnations of two old gods from the starry sky, coming here to use him against the Fallen Mother Goddess?
He had no hope for this.
After entangling with the Fallen Mother Goddess for so long, he became increasingly aware of what a terrifying existence she was, even if he destroyed himself, it would have no impact on her.
Although he really wanted to rush to the starry sky and give the Fallen Mother Goddess a good beating.
"Roselle, have you regained clarity?"
The container of stars, seeing Roselle calm down and seemingly reminiscing about something, roughly guessed his current state.
"I really want to thank you for your help, but unfortunately, you come from the starry sky."
Roselle slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken bell, leaking air, after not speaking to anyone for a long time.
"Giving you a chance to try to rid yourself of the corruption."
"Heh, it should be increasing the corruption, your power is not suitable for this world."
"If you are willing to continue letting the Fallen Mother Goddess manipulate your life, you can choose to refuse."
Roselle was silent for a long time before nodding in agreement to try.
As he promised, the previously suppressed power of the Fallen Mother Goddess surged back, stronger than ever before.
Roselle's body bent in pain, intense pain constantly erupting from within, the light of the Crimson Moon becoming increasingly blood-red, gradually resisting the purification from the container of stars.
"Stars!"
Roselle raised his head again, his face full of eyes, like a thousand-eyed monster, staring at the container of stars with scarlet light.
"Primordial Hunger !"
Facing Roselle, whose consciousness was occupied by the Fallen Mother Goddess, Primordial Hunger just sneered, "Keep staring, and I'll pluck out your eyes one by one and eat them!"
The container of stars, having briefly understood Primordial Hunger , knew he meant it.
"You cannot leave this tomb..."
As the Fallen Mother Goddess spoke, a crimson moonlight from the sky pierced through the Black Emperor's tomb, directly pouring into Roselle's body.
His already cracked body gained several new fissures, the Crimson Moon within gradually taking shape, moving towards a full moon state.
Once it reached a full moon, it meant Roselle's consciousness would be completely obliterated, his body becoming a true vessel for the Fallen Mother Goddess to intervene in the real world.
Scarlet light flourished, briefly suppressing the light emitted by the container of stars, filling the entire Black Emperor's tomb.
The originally shattered tomb entrance, broken by Primordial Hunger , closed again, the entire tomb like a closing mouth.
"You, you are worried, you will also..."
Roselle's consciousness briefly awakened, but before he could finish speaking, it was taken over by the Fallen Mother Goddess again.
His body stood up from the throne, the remaining Black Emperor's rules and order around him, under his influence, filled with the aura of corruption, decay, death, and withering.
At the same time, the aura of the Fallen Mother Goddess continued to strengthen, truly like a god resurrecting.
"I probably can't beat her, just bite her a few more times."
Primordial Hunger shouted, swinging a white bone club and charging up.
He was quite open about his situation; after all, this was the Fallen Mother Goddess's territory, with Roselle as her vessel, far stronger than his incarnation.
The container of stars showed no fear, calmly watching the increasingly powerful Fallen Mother Goddess.
Sometimes, victory on the battlefield doesn't have to be achieved head-on.
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On the fragmented sea, Bernadette timely steered the Dawn away.
With the container of stars attracting all the Fallen Mother Goddess's attention, she was able to retreat smoothly with the Storm Church people.
Now, she could no longer see the island where her father's tomb was, let alone know what was happening on it.
In the captain's cabin, Bernadette could only watch from afar through the window.
The sea there was still very dangerous, too much death, too strong pollution, making that sea a sea of death for now.
"The stars won't give up so easily, I think, in dealing with your father's matter, he will need your..."
Before the lamp god could finish saying "help," a starry sky unfolded above Bernadette's head.
"The stars, their light shines forever."
This was Bernadette's most devout salute.
"Call to your father."
The indifferent voice of the stars came, then the starry sky above revealed the situation inside the Black Emperor's tomb.
Although the tomb was dim and hazy, Bernadette saw her father at first glance after so many years.
A face beyond recognition, a body constantly suffering from corruption, a consciousness occupied by the Fallen Mother Goddess.
Bernadette's eyes reddened instantly, but she knew now was not the time for sorrow; it was time to fully awaken her father's humanity deep within.
To fight the corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess with humanity!
"Your Bernadette has grown up, does this unfamiliar appearance make it hard for you to recognize me?"
"But I always remember the picture books you made for me when I was little, the textbooks you compiled, the various games you invented, always accompanying me."
"I still remember the clothes I wore as a child were all designed by you, but unfortunately, I can no longer wear the cake skirts you designed after growing up..."
Bernadette looked at the shadow revealed by the stars, her eyes filled with indescribable sorrow, yet she tried to speak in a calm tone, the suppressed pain and sadness hidden in every simple word.
At the same time, a brilliant starry sky unfolded above the container of stars, the starlight shining as if to completely purify the corrupted Black Emperor's tomb.
"Stars!"
Roselle, fighting Primordial Hunger , withdrew his form, turning his neck and looking up at the brilliant starry sky, his eyes filled with disgust, seriousness, and confusion. He had clearly sealed this world, so how could the power of the stars still penetrate?
Could it be that the one before him was not just a simple incarnation of the stars?
"Your Bernadette has grown up, does this unfamiliar appearance make it hard for you to recognize me..."
The brilliant starry sky suddenly changed, Bernadette's voice accurately reaching here, entering Roselle's ears.
"Bernadette!"
The Fallen Mother Goddess, controlling Roselle, rose into the air, mobilizing the power of the entire Black Emperor's tomb to destroy the starry sky, preventing Roselle's consciousness from breaking free at this moment!
"Ah!"
"I still want to hear my daughter's voice again!"
Roselle's body fell straight down, his face full of painful struggle, replaced by Roselle's increasingly strong voice!
"Bastard! Don't underestimate a father's determination!"
Seeing Roselle's somewhat melodramatic consciousness briefly return, the container of stars placed a time-reset charm infused with the power of the stars on Roselle.
"Reset!"
With a single word, the Fallen Mother Goddess's consciousness was forcibly stripped and reset.
The light of the Crimson Moon within Roselle dimmed instantly, beginning to shrink, while Roselle's suppressed consciousness continuously awakened.
At this moment, Roselle completely controlled his body.
"Roselle, pray to the stars!"
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