Chapter 1409 - I Never Taught You To Cry in a Figh

Chapter 1409 I Never Taught You To Cry in a Figh
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Dense and dark lightning claws were imprinted in the dim sky, huge and brimming with destructive force. They easily blasted the creatures of the Underworld into pieces. Lots of undead perished amid the rapid lightning strikes descending from the sky.
However, even if each of the Sky Lightning Claws scattered across the sky could eliminate ten thousand Underworld creatures, the sum was still negligible compared to the size of the undead army. It was similar to tossing the strongest Forbidden Spell into the vast ocean. Despite the splash and tide it would stir up, the ocean would soon regain its initial appearance…
The sense of helplessness and fatigue gradually grew stronger, but Mo Fan’s demon blood was still burning passionately. Flames circled in the sky while lightning spread across the ground. They leapt from the debris of the Great Wall to the fortress, then spread in the direction of Yulin City. The deserted city eventually turned into dust, scattering in the air as the powerful spells clashed with the creatures of the Underworld…
The Sphinx was hugely infuriated. His pride as Egypt’s God of Death was being shattered by the human before him. The longer the fight went on, the stronger the other Underworld creatures would doubt his power!
Mo Fan stood in the debris of the city and yelled furiously,
Lightning Explosion!

All of the Lightning Magic within a few hundred kilometers gathered in the area within a meter of him. Lightning Magic was wild in nature. When such a remarkable amount of energy filled up the space, when external force was no longer able to compress the energy any longer, the reaction produced would bring utter destruction!
Lightning arcs soared into the sky and exploded. Lightning forks surged wildly forth. The Sphinx had just set his foot on the ground when he was knocked flying by the explosions, just like the rest of the Underworld creatures!
The whole place was now covered in dust. The lightning explosions had turned the Underworld creatures, the thick mountains, the rocks, and everything else into dust. Not many creatures of the undead army had managed to survive the blasts. They had all died silently!
Mo Fan’s lightning destruction was so wild that it felt like he had detonated his own body…..
Arcs of lightning were still crackling here and there across the land. Every time Mo Fan panted heavily, the remaining lightning would flicker, preventing the Underworld creatures from coming closer…
The Sphinx was covered in injuries now. He climbed to his feet among the Underworld creatures that had frozen in place from fear. No matter how angry he was, the human remained standing before them, stopping their invasion!
A deafening voice suddenly echoed above the Squaretrek Plain,
I am Osiris, the Lord of the Underworld, and you are my people! What are you afraid of?

The light that the Great Pyramid of Giza was emitting sharpened slightly. The light rays turned into spears of the Underworld, flying at Mo Fan from dozens of kilometers away.
The Sphinx lifted his gaze, a terrified look passing his face as soon as he saw the Deathlight Spears. He quickly dug his head into the ground and lowered his body, like a servant dog receiving a scolding from his master!
Mo Fan looked into the distance from where he was standing in the debris.
The Great Pyramid of Giza was such a great distance away, yet the Deathlight Spears had appeared within the blink of an eye. Such unbelievable power!
The Deathlight Spears poured down, each with enough overwhelming force to destroy the whole city.
The Deathlight Spears landed on Mo Fan accurately. He tried to resist them with everything he had, yet the Deathlight Spears did not seem to be losing momentum even after traveling a few dozen kilometers. Each of the spears was as powerful as the Sphinx’s full strength attack!
The ground was unharmed, the city was not damaged, but every Deathlight Spear the Great Pyramid of Giza had fired dealt a critical blow to Mo Fan. He could no longer control his body. His vitality was being drained rapidly. His soul was heavily damaged…
Mo Fan was struggling to stand on his feet. Not only did the Deathlight Spears inflict serious damage on him, their enormous pressure was also forcing him to surrender to the pyramid.
It felt like his legs were tied to a golden mountain. Its weight was dragging his knees toward the ground.
Mo Fan’s left knee slammed heavily into the ground after he was overwhelmed by fatigue. He almost fell into a chasm when the ground cracked open.
Mo Fan clenched his teeth. He would not let his other knee fall to the ground, regardless of how overwhelming the power of the Deathlight Spears was. Sweat was pouring down like rain. His skin was cracking rapidly. The more he resisted, the stronger the pressure the Deathlight Spears were applying to him.
Osiris…
So this is how strong Osiris is?
Mo Fan had heard the same voice at the Great Pyramid of Giza, and now, the voice was unleashing its wrath on him!
Mo Fan was struggling to comprehend what kind of existence the Lord of the Underworld residing in the luxurious golden pyramid really was. Was his power truly comparable to a real god? Even the power of his Demon Element had to submit to him? The more he resisted, the greater the pressure grew!
The undead army resumed their marching after receiving the order from the voice from the pyramid. Not only were the undead coming through the broken wall in front of Northguard Fortress, the entire line of defense, around fifty kilometers long, was collapsing now. The Underworld creatures had been totally unleashed. They were pouring into the North Valley from different mountains and valleys, going straight after the smell of the living!
The Northguard Fortress that Mo Fan had tried to defend with his life was just a little stream in the entire lake. His efforts were meaningless when the entire lake was rolling in his direction.
The enormous pressure had almost broken his knees. It felt like he was carrying a heavy pyramid on his back. The Deathlight Spears only had vague outlines, yet their power was overwhelming. Mo Fan could not move at all. His body was getting worn out. He was almost at his limit!
He could not stand up, no matter how hard he struggled. He was surrounded by the cries of the undead. He knew it was the end.
He had already told himself to weigh his capabilities and act accordingly. He would not feel dissatisfied or be troubled with guilt, since he had already done his best, but why was he feeling so discontent in his heart when the time came?

Damn it! Damn it!
Mo Fan was not willing to surrender, yet he did not even have the strength to rise to his feet. He had yet to buy half a day’s time for the people. His strength was nowhere near enough. Even double his strength was not enough to stop the enemy.

Damn it!

Mo Fan was already trembling, but he continued to endure the pressure. If he could not change the outcome, the least he could do was not to submit to the tyrant ruler who was hiding inside his pyramid!
The discontent in his heart eventually turned into tears bursting out of his eyes. The tears scattered in the air as the strong wind blew…
The Demon Runes on him slowly disappeared, returning Mo Fan his original appearance. His eyes were full of tears, hollow and soulless.
What was the purpose of him cultivating so hard if there was nothing he could change? What was the meaning of being respected and admired as a Mage by the world?
His vision was filled with darkness like the vast galaxy. The loud rumble around him was replaced with dead silence. Mo Fan was slowly sinking into the dark abyss he had constructed for himself, like a lifeless statue. He had lost his direction and will.
It felt like the Spiritual World had taught him that the world was engulfed in endless darkness since the very first day he Awakened his magic. The faint lights that the Stars were emitting represented petty humans living in their cities. Even if they turned into a Nebula, a Galaxy, or a Universe, the majority of the Spiritual World was still covered in darkness, the same darkness that engulfed and ruled over magic.
A person would always be a little star. It might sweep across the sky like a meteorite. It might stay dark forever. The night sky would remain dark and cold, regardless of what it did…
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An unusual voice appeared in Mo Fan’s spiritual cage. He had already filtered out the cries and stomps of the undead army, yet he could hear clear footsteps approaching him.
The footsteps came to a stop behind Mo Fan. It had the iciest presence he ever felt, and brought Mo Fan, who had lost himself in the spiritual cage, back to his senses slightly.
Who is it?
How did that person show up behind him? Wasn’t the whole place overrun by the undead army? How was a person able to walk up to him so calmly? Was he imagining it?
A heavy hand pressed down on Mo Fan’s shoulder in the middle of his troubled thoughts.
The hand was just as cold as the person’s presence, holding Mo Fan’s shoulder firmly. The force it contained should have pressed Mo Fan to the ground, but for some reason, the pressure that the pyramid was applying to him had vanished. The spiritual cage that was entrapping him collapsed too!
Mo Fan’s vision recovered. It was filled up by the army of undead, so massive that he could no longer see the horizon.
The deafening cries of the undead returned. His ears were hurting slightly from the loud noise.
The corners of his eyes and his face were hurting a little when his dried tears cracked. There were still some tears in his eyes.
Mo Fan felt like a long time had passed while he was stuck in the spiritual cage, but it had only been a brief moment, so brief that even the tears in his eyes had yet to burst out from them…

I don’t think I ever taught you to cry in a fight.

The voice behind him was familiar yet strange, utterly cold and imperious!
Mo Fan’s heart shuddered. He remembered the final words he had spoken to a person.
They were in front of a blood-red altar. He had sincerely uttered to a black armor sitting on a throne,
Thank you for teaching me many things.

However, Mo Fan did not receive a response, even after he left.
He saw a cold face covered in clear lines.
He saw a firm figure wearing a black mantle and armor, standing like an enormous mountain.
I don’t think I ever taught you to cry in a fight…
Mo Fan completely lost it all when he heard the words. He tried to wipe away the tears bursting endlessly out of his eyes.

Chief…Chief Military Instructor!
Mo Fan screamed, sobbing.