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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 1203: 坠落 => Fall 🪂

Published: February 11, 2025

"Master!" The Contemporary Posthumous Child felt the blood dripping onto his face and body, and he opened his eyes, calling out with sorrow. He didn’t know how the Previous Generation Posthumous Child, who was also his master, managed to remain alive, but for him, being able to see his master again in his lifetime was already enough.

However, it was clear that the master's current condition was due to using his own power to make up for the insufficiency of divine punishment energy, sacrificing his life to accelerate the launch of divine punishment. The Contemporary Guardian of the Sacred Pool was well aware of the final consequences of such actions.

"This is our duty." The Previous Generation Guardian of the Sacred Pool glanced at his successor below. After accepting the energy they transmitted, he did not immediately launch the next divine punishment, but seemed to choose to continue gathering energy, as if he could see the Holy Father’s situation outside.

"Master!!" The Contemporary Guardian of the Sacred Pool understood what this meant. His master had handed down all the secrets and legacies of the Posthumous Child to him, including this secret technique.

"This place will eventually collapse. Take the sacred root and go to that place called Earth, find a home for it, find a home for the Posthumous Child." After saying this, his entire body expanded several times, and the blood fell like rain, quickly changing from a gentle drizzle to a torrential downpour!

"As for the others... let them go with me."

After finishing his words, he seemed to turn into a massive black hole, frantically absorbing all the surrounding energy. The Previous Generation Guardian of the Sacred Pool understood that the Light of Confinement could no longer keep the Holy Father bound; that terrifying being was about to break free.

Once he escaped control, even if the light of divine punishment had sufficient energy to support it, it would no longer be able to strike him down. If that happened, the end of the Posthumous Child would truly arrive.

Unless one personally experienced a ninth level expert, one could never understand their terrifying nature. They were an entirely different kind of life.

Now that things had reached this point, the Previous Generation Posthumous Child could no longer hesitate. He had to do everything he could to have a chance to use the miraculous wealth left by the Posthumous Child ancestors to kill this invader and preserve the hope of the Posthumous Child's existence.

Thus, he disregarded everything, ignored his promise to the three-legged monster, the next generation candidates in the Sacred Pool besides his own disciple, and even his own life, absorbing all the energy he could.

"You are untrustworthy! You have betrayed your promise!"

At the bottom of the Sacred Pool, feeling the betrayal of the Previous Generation Guardian of the Sacred Pool, the three-legged monster shouted frantically with his outstanding mental power. At that moment, he could no longer stop the frenzied plundering of energy from his body due to his previous unguarded state.

The Previous Generation Guardian of the Sacred Pool listened without showing any reaction. He hadn’t intended to deceive the three-legged person, but reality forced him to do so, and he bore no burden for it. Firstly, what would happen if the three-legged person died here? If he died, his clan would not know, and naturally, they could not seek revenge on the Posthumous Child. Secondly, even if he had just sworn an oath, what did it matter? He was about to die, and even if those oaths were fulfilled, there would be no place to find him.

The divine punishment that countless outstanding ancestors of the Posthumous Child had researched and built unleashed the most ferocious and destructive strike in history.

As the light beam erupted from the statue in the mountain where the Sacred Pool was located, the body of the Previous Generation Guardian of the Sacred Pool shattered with a loud bang, flesh and blood—no, there was no blood left in him, just chunks of flesh scattering around the Sacred Pool.