Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 341 Will the Earth Walker die in the sky?
As the golden holy stone on his chest was annihilated and disappeared in the thick plasma beam, the huge god instantly broke into rocks and debris all over the sky. The rumbling sound was like a meteor from the sky hitting the earth, causing the last violent shaking. The already scarred surface was torn again and let out a groan under the heavy burden.

Ronning Laville quickly ordered the mecha corps to switch back to normal mode and quickly evacuated the area affected by the fall of the gods. After leaving the game field, the Zero Arus, which had turned back into a giant rock whale, was also controlled by Iyetta. It gently swung its heavy tail fin and flew nimbly towards the sky above its head like a white whale cruising freely in the sea.

At this time, Linger saw a tiny figure breaking away from the core of the Titan's shattered body, and falling to the ground along with the falling rocks and debris. Compared with the huge meteorites around him, his weight was negligible. Perhaps because of this, his falling speed seemed particularly slow in the eyes of the young man, like a feather withered in the wind about to be submerged in a heavy sea.

Ling'er's heart skipped a beat. He knew who that person was, and he shouted without hesitation, "Yieta!"

The white-haired angel gave him a confused look, and Linger pointed at the figure without hesitation: "Can you catch him?"

Yieta estimated the distance and the speed of the other party's fall, and then replied lightly: "No problem."

The giant rock whale that was speeding towards the sky changed direction and flew back to the area where the Earth Mother Titan fell and collapsed. The whistling cold wind swept two straight tracks under its wings. It was incredibly agile, avoiding countless heavy stones and steel debris that fell from the sky along the way without suffering any damage. It appeared under the figure before he fell to the ground and caught him, then turned again, flew through the sky full of meteorites and gradually flew away.

Outside the windmill, there was a heavy muffled sound as a heavy object fell to the ground. Without thinking, Lingge turned around and rushed out of the windmill, running towards the figure lying on the open space.

The sudden action of the giant rock whale caused a burst of surprise to Ronning Laville on the ground. He subconsciously adjusted the visual distance auxiliary plug-in of his eyes, wanting to observe what was happening and to see the true identity of this mysterious ally. As a result, he happened to see the young man rushing out of the white windmill. His pupils suddenly expanded to the extreme, and a feeling of astonishment and even absurdity gradually emerged.

He was so surprised that he forgot to continue observing, and let the majestic giant whale turn its head and fly away, disappearing into the distant clouds that the visual assistance plug-in could not reach, and the familiar face naturally disappeared with it. It was not until this time that he came to his senses and unconsciously murmured: "Mr. Ling..."

"Maybe I know them."

Lang Ning had to interrupt her and said, "In fact, Lord Fei Er, this battle was not only the result of the Mobile Corps. We also received assistance from an unknown force. They drove a whale ship that could soar in the sky and some magic whose source could not be detected. They played a crucial role in the battle to destroy the Titans."

"Rochelle!"

I didn't expect it would be you.

"Oh? Unknown forces?" Fei Er thought for a while: "Besides the remnants of the Holy Spring Monks and the destroyed Cang Tian Cult, are there any other extraordinary forces in Leisenburg?"

……

"I'm not sure about this, but there is one thing I need to report to you."

After a short silence, he called the signal of the Feiyemente. There was a noisy echo in the communication device at first, and then the voice of His Majesty the Grand Inquisitor Fei Er came: "Ah, Lang Ning, you're just in time. I just dealt with Quan Lingtifu. How is the situation over there? Do you need any support?"

Rochelle at this moment was completely different from the previous encounter in Nimsher. He was not in a clear mind, and he looked like he had lost his soul and was trapped in a closed space. He stared blankly at the dark and gloomy sky above his head. Linger had only seen such behavior in street homeless people who had lost faith and hope in life. He could not believe that the person in front of him was the same person as the calm and determined traveler.

She muttered to herself, feeling proud of her wise decision, and then thinking about using the actual results to slap her adjutant in the face, completely forgetting that she had handed the mobile corps to Browning in order to shirk responsibility.

“Oh?” Fei’er’s voice sounded a little surprised: “You actually did it. You are quite good at it. It seems that it was a very correct choice for me to hand over the mobile corps to you for command. I want to see what Melquiades says…”

"what's up?"

Outside the white windmill, in the open space full of seven-colored primroses, Lingge pushed the ragged, wounded Fertile Soil Sect practitioner to the ground and asked harshly, with a hint of anger in his cold eyes that he himself could not detect: "Why did you do such a thing?"

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Linger stared at him and said word by word: "What I want to know is why you want to summon the conceived god in Nimsher? Don't you know how serious the consequences will be? Do you mean by true believers that you want innocent people to sacrifice for your beliefs, Rochelle!?"

Should we say it’s a long-awaited reunion, or is it as expected?

"No need, Master Fei'er." Lang Ning replied in a calm tone: "The threat target, the Earth Mother Spirit God - Titan, has been eliminated."

So he shook his head slowly, and his voice was as broken as a bellows when he spoke: "You still don't understand, Mr. Lingge... Actually, this may not be a bad thing..."

Only when he heard Lingge's voice did his cloudy eyes regain some clarity, and at this moment they became as deep and wise as when they first met. He looked at the young man in front of him quietly, trying to see some traces of himself from the angry face, but found nothing.

At the end of his speech, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. Perhaps even Metien, as a relative, had rarely seen him so excited.

Rochelle did not answer Ling's question. His breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his eyes seemed to be always struggling between chaos and clarity. There was another consciousness in his mind that wanted to drag him into an empty ocean. That was the realm of the subconscious of life and the gathering of countless strong emotions. It was imagined that gods were born there and came into reality in response to the wishes of many believers. The devout called it the Kingdom of God.

Entering the Kingdom of God is equivalent to becoming a part of God, and completely losing one's own existence. The Earth Mother Spirit God - Titan has been destroyed, but the belief in the Fertile Soil Sect and the Earth Spirit is still circulating in the world. Therefore, Rochelle will also get eternal life in the Kingdom of God that belongs to the Earth Spirit. Is this a good thing?
To devout believers, it seems so.

But Rochelle only felt that he was falling into a bottomless abyss. He saw a piece of empty black, dragging his body down. The process of sinking was a process of loss, loss of emotions, loss of memory, loss of consciousness... He had to keep abandoning something to make his soul lighter and lighter, enough to sink to the depths of the ocean. He vaguely saw the faces of the deceased and heard their voices.

“All things have spirits, and Mother Earth is the leader of all spirits, nurturing the life and vitality of the world.”

"To walk on the infinite earth, to glimpse the infinite spirituality, and to understand the infinite mysteries, this is the true mission of the walker, Rochelle."

“Even if Beshan falls and the pagans start a war, our faith will only be reborn from the ashes, just as rotten grass sprouts new shoots in the mud.”

"Go be a true believer, Rochelle."

“Anyone who truly believes must first undergo a thousand trials and tribulations before he or she can see the spirituality of the saints… shining brightly in the world.”

I seem to have let you down.

teacher.

For the first time in his life, the traveler felt guilty and self-blame. At this moment, his face was covered with traces of old age and haggardness, like the erosion of sea rocks by wind and frost. These deep ravines made him look decades older in an instant, and he no longer had the ambition and faith of the past. He slowly stretched out his hand, ignoring the young man's stunned expression, and pressed his index finger on the center of his brow, conveying some thoughts that could not be expressed in words. In the ancient saints' scriptures, it is mentioned that this place is the gathering of spirituality and the source of transcendence.

"It doesn't matter anymore...Mr. Linger."

"The winner lives, the loser dies. Our world is so simple and cruel."

"Do you want to... understand faith? Do you want to become... a true believer who has no regrets about any of the choices you make? Then, please keep winning until the moment you get the answer."

I am not a true believer, so I am also looking forward to that day.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and he croaked with his last bit of strength: "But... always remember that the world's and our history are being secretly tampered with."

"Be careful, philosopher. Be careful... the Witch Society..."

The last words were so soft that they could not be heard. He slowly closed his eyes. In the chaos, he gradually felt that he was merging with the earth and was endowed with some kind of innate, ancient spirituality. That was the destination he longed for. But in the eyes of the young man, the scarred and weak traveler just turned into gray dust and dispersed from his hands to his shoulders, from his body to his head, and finally even his clothes turned into flying sand, fluttering in the cold wind in the sky, leaving no trace.

Since the fall of Bishan City, the last traveler of the Wotu Sect died alone in the sky thousands of miles away from the earth.

It is said that people always die in the place farthest away from their dreams.

Lingge looked at his empty hands, stunned and at a loss.

……

Inside the white windmill, Yieta watched the scene quietly. She asked Saint Xia Liya beside her: "What happened to Lingge? Is that person his good friend?"

"No."

The shepherdess shook her head gently, and then, facing the angel's confused expression, she whispered: "Professor David is not the David you knew seven hundred years ago, but when you saw his actions, how did you feel?"

Yieta thought for a moment, and finally lowered her voice and said, "Angry, sad, upset, and... I don't understand."

Saint Xia Liya then said: "So, Ling Ge now and you at that time."

“It’s the same feeling.”

　I forgot to thank grandpa EDELBrocken for the 1 reward. Thanks meow. Give me some meow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)