Chapter 249 Heather: Caesar, you have broken my heart.
As the little gray fur grows stronger with the passage of time.
A cruel truth about the first journey to chase fire, sealed away in the deep sea for a thousand years, slowly unfolds before her eyes.
This place, hidden deep in the ocean, holds the most unbearable secrets of its past.
She witnessed firsthand the spirited, armored heroes who once chased fire, marching in formation towards the deep sea.
They also saw countless sea monsters, their faces contorted in madness, lurking in the deep sea currents, waiting for their chance to strike.
Five hundred Golden Warriors were instantly surrounded by tens of thousands of sea monsters the moment they stepped into this sea.
The sharp claws tore the warriors' bodies to shreds, their golden blood staining the entire sea crimson.
They screamed in agony, struggling and howling, dying tragically on the spot in endless agony.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and golden blood, clearly a meticulously designed and carefully planned deadly trap.
The people on the Douluo Continent witnessed this bloody and cruel scene through the sky.
Everyone froze on the spot, stunned and speechless, their blood seemingly freezing instantly.
At first, everyone was speculating and having various opinions.
Some believe that Crydella's sacrifice of five hundred Golden Children was merely a harsh trial.
Some people believe that it was a deliberate frame-up by the Lagos or that the Ladon people were secretly plotting against him.
Everyone felt that the purpose of all this was simply to smear Crydella and ruin her reputation as a queen.
But at this moment, Little Gray Fur used the power of time itself to truly recall the real past.
The images on the screen were so realistic that it felt as if everyone was actually in the midst of that brutal battlefield.
Such an authentic historical retrospective leaves absolutely no room for fabrication.
In other words, what Little Gray saw with his own eyes, and what everyone else witnessed simultaneously, was an irrefutable, ironclad truth.
They never imagined that Crydella would be so ruthless, heartless, and cold-blooded to the extreme.
She commands a full five hundred elite warriors, all of whom possess precious golden blood and top-tier combat power.
With a single, casual command from her, they were all sent into a deadly predicament, becoming sacrificial offerings.
Those Golden Warriors were so loyal and trusting of Crydella, willing to go through fire and water for her.
In the end, however, he was ruthlessly abandoned and wantonly sacrificed by the very king he had sworn to follow and worshipped as a god.
They too were once full of passion and sincerity, eager to follow Crydella to save this broken world.
But in the end, they did not die on the battlefield fighting against foreign enemies and protecting their homeland.
Instead, he died in a sacrificial death trap meticulously planned and orchestrated by the very king he served.
I witnessed firsthand how cold-blooded, violent, and ruthless Cerrudra was.
Many people in Douluo Continent were trembling with fear, their hearts filled with endless terror.
Such a ruthless monarch who treats human life as worthless and is willing to do anything to achieve his goals.
If she were to truly descend upon the Douluo Continent, those who once mocked her height would be...
There was no way they could survive; they would be driven to extinction and meet a tragic end.
For a time, everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, living in constant anxiety, with only one idea on their minds.
In any case, we must find a powerful enough patron to counter Crydella as soon as possible.
Only in this way can they gain protection and escape Crydela's cruel reckoning in the future.
Above the sky, Little Gray Fur suppressed the shock and unbearable pain in his heart as he witnessed this horrific sacrifice.
She suppressed her surging emotions and continued walking deeper into the water palace.
She hadn't gone far when she spotted two familiar figures standing in the palace.
One was Kerudela, who had her back to her, petite yet exuding a cold and intimidating aura that was not to be trifled with.
Standing quietly beside Krydella was Heather, who was filled with confusion and had a solemn expression at that time.
Hathaway gazed at Crydella's lonely figure and sighed deeply, her eyes filled with incomprehension and heartache.
Those were a full five hundred elite warriors, possessing golden blood and extraordinary combat power.
They are the most powerful vanguard legion in Ohmar and the core force in the fight against the Rigus.
To sacrifice them so easily is tantamount to cutting off one's own path forward and destroying one's own Great Wall.
Without this legion, how will we fight against the Legion, and how will we seize the flames of other Titans?
Overwhelmed with disbelief and overwhelming grief, Hazel couldn't help but ask:
"Caesar, why...?"
Krydella, however, spoke in a calm tone, as if the tragic sacrifice just now had nothing to do with her. She turned her head and said indifferently, "You've come, Sword Banner Lord."
"You ordered me to block the sea route and eliminate the threat from the rear—"
Heather completely lost control of her emotions, her voice suddenly rose, and she questioned sharply with a sob in her voice:
"But why didn't you wait for my return... Why did you send the vanguard out in a rash attack, causing them to sacrifice themselves in vain?!"
Krystra slowly turned around, looking at Heather with an arrogant and indifferent expression, her tone icy and hard:
"A sacrifice in vain? You're wrong—their golden blood will not be shed in vain. The dukes have paved the way for me to become a god of 'law'."
Heather's eyes widened suddenly, her face filled with shock and astonishment, her voice trembling uncontrollably:
"...The trial of the 'law'? You've never mentioned it to anyone else. What exactly is it..."
Krystra crossed her arms over her chest, her face stern, and slowly began to recite an ancient prophecy concerning the law:
"Those who wish to bear the 'law' must remove the curse from this world, offering the blood of the cursed as a sacrifice—"
"I've been pondering what exactly this cursed blood that Tarantun spoke of is. Then, I finally found the answer..."
"You and I, all of us Golden Blood who have been summoned by the oracle, are cursed. As that arrogant priest said, golden blood is the factor of 'destruction,' something incompatible with the fate of the world."
Krystal's gaze swept indifferently over the mountain of corpses in the distance, stained with golden blood, her tone remaining calm and unwavering.
"Lord Duanfeng, Lord Donglin, Lord Yeshi... their future was decided at that moment. To receive sacrifice in a glorious journey is the last gift I can give them."
Heather's chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, her eyes instantly reddening.
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Krydella was instantly filled with resolute determination, and even more so with an unyielding disappointment and chilling disillusionment.
"Your tone makes it sound as if they didn't die because of your schemes and cold-bloodedness. Their loyalty is worthless in your eyes?!"
Krystra's expression remained unchanged, her tone indifferent, showing no remorse whatsoever:
"The pursuit of fire is a journey of constant loss, and life is insignificant."
Kerudela showed no remorse whatsoever; on the contrary, she felt that all of this was perfectly natural and justified.
"If a subject does not have this awareness when going to war—as you said, shallow loyalty is nothing but perfunctory and not worth mentioning."
Heather's voice trembled uncontrollably, her heart filled with the excruciating pain of betrayal.
She finally realized that she had never been truly cared for, and instantly fell into deep despair.
"...And what about my loyalty, Cerberus?"
At this moment, Heather was heartbroken and despondent. This was the first time she had called Krydella by her full name.
For the first time, she truly realized that the king before her had never cared about his soldiers, and had never truly cared about her either.
Tears welled in Hathaway's eyes, her voice choked with sobs as she continued her heart-wrenching question:
"Why did you send me away under the pretext of clearing the rear? Do you... have even a shred of humanity left in your heart?"
Krystra's tone remained cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion, her eyes devoid of any warmth:
"Because you still have responsibilities to bear, nothing more. No one but you can shoulder the divine authority of Fagina."
Krystra looked at her calmly, slowly giving her final decision, her tone devoid of any emotion:
"Now, the choice is yours. Lay down the loyalty that binds you and pierce my heart with those swords... or continue to walk with me and sever the last breath the ocean has left."
"If you no longer share my vision, no longer acknowledge that I will weave a new 'law' for Onphalus, then take my life..."
Krystra turned around, looking at the school of fish swimming freely in the sea, her tone suddenly becoming firm and powerful:
"The Caesar of Pharos may be ruthless, may be violent, but he is never hypocritical. When I say, 'Life is but a pitiful price'—"
"Are you sure that Caesar is ready to sacrifice everything for his ambition to reach the stars?"
Krydella's voice was firm and resounding, every word coming from the bottom of her heart, filled with an ambition that was obsessive to the extreme.
Immediately afterwards, the screen went completely black, and the projections of the past disappeared completely.
Before Little Gray Fur, Lai Gu Shi's figure slowly coalesced and clearly appeared in front of her.
He looked at the serious-looking little gray-haired boy and spoke in a calm, unwavering tone, offering his reminder.
"Now you have seen it: the brutal Caesar sacrificed the blood of five hundred heroes to complete the trial of the 'Law'... and my poor jailer's suffering has begun anew."
Little Grey was anxious, not yet seeing Heather's final choice.
She couldn't wait to know the full truth, so she immediately looked up at Lai Gushi and asked.
"Is Cerberus... still alive?"
Lai Gushi shook his head slightly, coldly refusing to respond: "I am not the narrator. I have no obligation, nor any interest, in filling in the gaps in history that you have missed."
"I only hope that you can witness the inhuman choices that Caesar made before the Golden Blood declared war on me."
Laigushi, who always spoke in a calm tone, was indifferent to everything, and remained unperturbed.
When he mentioned Krydella's actions, his tone was filled with undisguised resentment and hatred.
This is enough to prove that Kelderla's actions back then must have been something that caused Laigushi deep pain and made him unable to let go of it for the rest of his life.
(End of chapter)