Free Web NovelChapter 240: Chapter240-Rescuing the Old Lord
In the space beyond the world, smoke and dust filled the air.
Lord Leon’s body was broken and battered. He was protected at the center by the last remaining human powerhouses, all of whom had already resolved themselves to die.
Across from them, the crown atop the foreign race leader Valen’s head shone with a dark glow. Dark magic surged around him like a tide, and a cold, savage smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
"Kill them all.
"These people are the strongest combat forces still remaining among humanity. If we wipe them out today, the human race will lose its pillars. Generation after generation, they will become nothing more than cowards afraid of death, with no chance of rising again."
His gaze shifted, a trace of amusement flashing through his eyes.
"I have also heard that a little fellow named John has recently appeared and caused quite a stir in human territory.
"But even if his talent is high, without the foundation of his race to support him, what waves can he possibly make alone?
"It won’t be long before he follows in their footsteps."
The Divine Race, Beastkin, and Hellborn powerhouses all sneered and echoed him one after another. In their eyes, humanity’s destruction had long been destined.
Outside the projection, in Zone 5, the once-deafening cheers had long since fallen into dead silence.
Countless players looked up at the projection, watching their predecessors march toward death while the foreign races acted with such arrogance. Their clenched fists were already bleeding, and suppressed sobs mixed with low growls of rage rose one after another.
"Does being weak mean we can only be slaughtered by others...?
"We will never forget this humiliation!"
"Guild leader..."
Someone spoke in a hoarse voice, looking toward the divine figure high in the sky, the last trace of hope burning in their eyes.
High above them, John’s expression was as calm and cold as still water. His divine gear snapped in the wind, while the aura around him was as cold as eternal ice.
A system prompt echoed in his mind.
[Previous Lord of Valhalla Leon and the human trial powerhouses detected. Congratulations, Player John. You have temporarily unlocked the qualification for the previous generation’s Beyondworld Trial!]
John slowly raised his eyes.
His gaze pierced through the projection and landed on the group of foreign races laughing arrogantly.
The next moment, the space in front of him was violently torn open.
He stepped forward.
Boom!
The sky of the space beyond the world suddenly split open, revealing a rift tens of thousands of meters long. Divine light poured down like heavenly punishment, illuminating the entire desolate battlefield in a pale glow.
The smile on Valen’s face froze.
The foreign race powerhouses raised their heads in horror, only to see a figure standing in the air within the rift. His divine gear flowed with an icy sheen, and behind him surged an endless void storm.
"John?!"
A foreign race powerhouse cried out in shock.
Leon struggled to raise his head. That figure was reflected in his clouded eyes, and his dry, cracked lips trembled slightly.
"He... he came..."
John’s eyes were icy as he looked down at the foreign races below.
His gaze slowly swept over the Level 400 powerhouses of the Divine Race, Beastkin, and Hellborn before finally stopping on Valen.
"What did you say just now?
"Whose footsteps did you say I would follow?"
His voice was not loud, but it exploded beside the ears of every foreign race powerhouse like thunder.
Valen’s pupils contracted.
Dark magic surged instinctively around him, but he immediately felt an unprecedented pressure descend from the sky. It was like a mountain weighing ten thousand tons had pressed down on his body, making even the circulation of his magic sluggish.
John did not move.
But his gaze had already locked onto one Wingborn powerhouse in the field.
It was precisely this person who had previously grabbed a human powerhouse by the neck and forced him to kneel and crawl beneath his legs.
"You were the one who said that just now?
"Who did you want to kneel?"
The Wingborn powerhouse’s expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to beat his wings and retreat, a streak of divine light flashed before his eyes.
John had already appeared in front of him.
A large hand reached out. His five fingers clamped around the Wingborn powerhouse’s neck like iron pincers and lifted him into the air.
The Wingborn powerhouse struggled with all his might. Wind-element magic surged wildly around him, but he was suppressed by an even more majestic strength and could not move at all.
John carried him and stepped in front of the surviving human powerhouses.
"Kneel."
His voice was calm, but it carried an irresistible will.
Crack! Crack!
The Wingborn powerhouse’s kneecaps shattered on the spot. With a miserable scream, he dropped to his knees before Leon, before the human powerhouses he had humiliated so wantonly.
"You said that as long as they crawled through your legs, you would spare their lives?
"Then you show us first.
"How exactly should one crawl?"
The moment his words fell, divine power erupted.
The Wingborn powerhouse’s head was directly blasted into powder. His headless corpse swayed twice before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
[Prompt: You have killed a Level 400 Wingborn powerhouse. You have gained +80,000 Divine Class Points, +8 billion gold coins, and +3 billion Fame!]
[Prompt: You have triggered automatic talent pickup...]
John ignored the prompts ringing in his mind and turned around coldly.
The faces of the Level 400 powerhouses from the Divine Race, Beastkin, and Hellborn turned deathly pale.
Almost at the same moment, they all made the same decision.
Run!
Three figures shot away in three different directions, as if they wished they could burn their entire lifetime of cultivation in this one instant.
John did not chase them.
He merely raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers in the air. freewebnσvel.cøm
Buzz!
The space within a radius of ten thousand miles suddenly froze.
It was as if an invisible hand had seized the entire world in its palm.
The three fleeing figures froze in midair like insects trapped in amber. No matter how they struggled, they could not move in the slightest.
"Did you say that humanity would become a race of cowards afraid of death?"
John took one step forward and appeared before the Level 400 powerhouse of the Divine Race. His gaze was as sharp as a blade.
"Then tell me.
"Don’t you look like trash right now?"
The Divine Race powerhouse’s lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
But John no longer looked at him.
Divine power erupted, and his head exploded.
[Prompt: You have killed a Level 400 Divine Race powerhouse. You have gained +60,000 Divine Class Points, +6 billion gold coins, and +2 billion Fame!]
[Ding! Congratulations! You have gained +100 Divinity!]
[Prompt: Plunder has triggered a ten-thousandfold amplification. You have gained +1,000,000 Divinity!]
"You said a mere newly risen powerhouse could not reverse the greater tide?"
John turned and looked toward the Level 400 Hellborn powerhouse.
The Hellborn powerhouse gritted his teeth and was just about to say something tough to hold up his dignity.
But John did not even give him the chance to speak.
Divine power exploded, and the Hellborn powerhouse’s body shattered on the spot.
[Prompt: You have killed a Level 400 Hellborn powerhouse. You have gained +60,000 Divine Class Points, +6 billion gold coins, and +2 billion Fame!]
The Level 400 Beastkin powerhouse was the last one left.
John looked at him, then suddenly withdrew all his killing intent and said indifferently,
"Go back and tell the myriad races.
"I, John, accept the Beyondworld Trial.
"Today is only the beginning.
"From now on, any foreign race that steps into this place...
"will end up just like those three."
The Beastkin powerhouse felt as though he had received a pardon. He scrambled away in terror and fled through the air.
John turned around and looked toward Leon and the surviving human powerhouses.
Not a single drop of blood stained his divine gear.
Outside the projection, in Zone 5.
The dead silence lasted for a full three seconds.
Then, mountain-shaking cheers and cries erupted at the same time.
"Guild leader!!!"
Countless people fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces as they looked at the divine figure in the projection. They roared, laughed, and cried, as if they wanted to vent decades of accumulated humiliation in a single breath.
Leon was helped to his feet.
His aged hand gripped John’s arm tightly. His throat bobbed, but he could not utter a single word.
In the end, this old man who would rather die than yield slowly lowered his head to John.
"My lord, there is no need for this."
John supported him.
Leon raised his tear-filled eyes, his voice hoarse.
"Do you know what we feared most while being trapped here for decades?
"It was not death...
"It was that after we died, there would be no one left for the human race to rely on.
"Now that I have seen you today, even if I die, I can finally rest at ease."
John was silent for a moment.
Then he slowly said,
"You will not die.
"I will bring all of you home."
As his words fell, he raised his hand and tore open space.
Divine light spread out beneath them, forming a path back home.
