Chapter 252 A Sacrifice of Honey for the Journey of Chasing Fire.
"The heroes of Onpharos were never shadows, and we, the people of Douluo Continent, will never be shadows of those from beyond the heavens!"
Qianrenxue flew high in the sky, her posture upright, her voice powerful and resounding throughout the entire sea.
"People and monsters from beyond the heavens are indeed terrifying, but our Douluo Continent is also learning and progressing!"
Her gaze was intense, her eyes filled with an indomitable fighting spirit, without the slightest fear.
"We will never remain in the shadow of the strong forever. Under my leadership, Douluo Continent will surely become stronger and stand alone in the universe!"
Qian Renxue clenched her fists tightly, her chest heaving violently, her heart surging with excitement, and her hot blood churning within her.
From the very beginning, she never doubted her beliefs and remained steadfast in them.
Ever since witnessing the heroic sacrifices of the Onphalus heroes, she has never abandoned her ideals.
She once fell into self-doubt, feeling that she was far inferior to the heroes of Onphalus.
But after hearing Little Gray Hair's words, she suddenly realized that everyone has their own principles and convictions.
She may not be able to catch up with the achievements of those heroes for the time being, but she will still take them as her lifelong role models.
If she didn't even have the courage to surpass them, she felt that she had lived in vain.
Tang San stood in the crowd, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile curving his lips.
A genuine sense of agreement flashed in his eyes; he wholeheartedly agreed with what Little Gray had said.
After all, from the very beginning, although he appeared to be completely obedient and extremely respectful to Little Gray Hair.
But deep in his heart, he always harbored a rebellious spirit, unwilling to be subservient to others.
If one day I have enough strength, I can defeat Little Gray Hair and fight against the extraterrestrials.
He will definitely act without hesitation to seize the opportunity that belongs to him.
At the same time, he also sincerely mocked those sycophants on the Douluo Continent.
They mocked their willingness to submit to beings from beyond the heavens, even desiring to embark on a destiny created by extraterrestrial gods.
But Tang San was completely different from those people; he had his own unique ambitions.
From the very beginning, he was determined to become a star god who would surpass all living beings!
He also firmly believed that if the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow could be made larger than a planet or even the entire universe.
Then he will surely be able to use this power to kill Amber King, the Star God with the strongest defense, with a single arrow.
Hearing the little gray-haired boy's angry roar, Lai Gushi chuckled lightly, his laughter carrying a hint of mockery and indifference. He slowly walked up to the little gray-haired boy and asked in a casual tone:
"...Heh, is the answer you found still the will of fate?"
Lai Gushi first shook his head slightly, the mockery on his face fading, and then his tone softened.
He spoke calmly, with a hint of slight apology:
"I don't agree with that answer, but I do agree with your praise of them. Please allow me to retract my previous slip of the tongue."
Lai Gushi slowly turned around and looked at the tombstone in front of him, which was covered with names.
"As an apology, in the name of the divine audience who witnessed the entire destiny of this world: let me join you in mourning, to bid farewell to the heroes who rest here forever..."
"Then, let us compete face to face and decide whose fire this new sun should carry."
Immediately afterwards, Little Gray Hair suppressed his sharp aura and slowly walked to the first tombstone.
She gazed silently at the names engraved on the tombstones, her eyes reverent, her resolve growing ever stronger.
These descendants of the Golden Age, who sacrificed themselves for their country and their beliefs, were not favored by the gods.
Yet they never felt inferior or cowardly because of their own insignificance, and resolutely poured their hot blood on the journey of chasing fire.
[Lord Broken Edge] Labinus, born in the year 3743 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 3960 of the Light Calendar.
[Donglin Jue]Seneca, born in the year 3749 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 3960 of the Light Calendar.
[Yingfengjue]Virginia, born in the year 3853 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 3960 of the Light Calendar.
[Yishi Jue] Apollonius, born in 3704, died in 3960 of the Light Calendar.
...
At the end of the long epitaph, a line of vigorous characters is clearly engraved on the stone tablet.
[The Demigod of the Law], [Caesar] Crydella... died in the year 3960 of the Light Calendar.
Little Grey looked solemnly at the record of all the heroes who sacrificed their lives on the first journey to chase the fire.
She slowly raised the wine glass in her hand, her movements gentle yet solemn.
He slowly poured the honey from the cup into front of the monument, not daring to disturb it in the slightest.
The amber-colored liquid flowed slowly down the stele and into the cracks in the inscription.
It's as if the heroes who have been sleeping for ages are drinking in this belated tribute that transcends time.
"Homage to Virginia, Apollonius, Seneca, Labinus, Ceridera..."
Laigushi, standing to the side, also put away his arrogance, slowly opened his mouth, and recited the respectful words in a low voice.
"With a brutal sacrifice, they illuminated the stars of 'law' in this world, propelling Onphalus's destiny ever forward."
"Amidst the mirage, they entrusted their dream of venturing into the stars to future heroes."
Then, Little Gray took another step and slowly walked to the second tombstone.
The inscription on the tombstone is a record of the Golden Descendants who sacrificed themselves for the New World in later generations.
Their fate seemed predetermined, just as the oracle had foretold.
No matter how time and space change, it will always be born at the right time when the world needs it.
They have never retreated, solely to fulfill their mission and complete their lifelong aspirations.
[Demigod of the Earth]Arabi, born in 2000, died in the year 3961 of the Light Calendar.
[Romantic Demigod]Aglaia, born in the year 3860 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 4029 of the Light Calendar.
[Demigod of Death] Xia Die, born in the year of Light Calendar ? ? ?, died in the year of Light Calendar 4123.
[The Demigod of Conflict]Madmos, born in the year 4071 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 4284 of the Light Calendar.
[The Demigod of the Gate]Tiricipios, born in the year 3720 of the Light Calendar, the last one died in the year 4295 of the Light Calendar.
[The Demigod of Deception] Sephalia, born in the year 3942 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 4534 of the Light Calendar.
Anaxxramas, the Demigod of Reason, was born in the year 4065 of the Light Era and died in the year 4534 of the Light Era.
[Demigoddess of the Sky] Yacintes, born in the year 4297 of the Light Calendar, died in the year 4602 of the Light Calendar.
...
At the end of the epitaph, there is an unfinished inscription with the year missing.
[Ocean Demigod]Helekula, born in the year 3860 of the Light Calendar, died in the year ( ) of the Light Calendar.
Little Grey Hair raised the Holy Grail in his hand again, his movements devout and solemn.
Slowly pour the honey from the cup into front of the stone tablet.
The cold stone tablet was bathed in sweet honey, like a demigod bathing in golden blood.
Silently bearing the test of time and the refinement of fate.
"Homage to Aglaia, Tirispeius, Medemus, Theatrice, Anaxagoras, Cephalia, Hyacinths..."
Lai Gushi's voice grew increasingly low, tinged with complex emotions, as he continued reciting the sacrificial text.
"In a relay race that lasted for a thousand years, facing an opponent far superior to themselves, they won a Pyrrhic victory in a futile struggle."
"And in those thirty million cycles of return, which were also futile, they faithfully fulfilled their obligations to the experiment, without wavering."
"This concludes the memorial for the departed. Finally, allow me to raise my glass once more to my bewildered jailer, and to the prisoner tormented by loyalty—"
(End of chapter)