Chapter 782 - 391: From Dawn to Dusk

Chapter 782: Chapter 391: From Dawn to Dusk

Helen is truly the Federation’s first genius, now already a Tier Nine Legendary.

And she can also invoke Celestial Punishment, her combat strength is not weaker than a Sword Saint.

But... that’s still not enough. If Baiyi was in full condition, and the Light Side methods were still present, Kasso wouldn’t have escaped.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Diane looked at Baiyi’s appearance, her eyes completely relaxed, and then her eyes began to moist.

"Let’s go home."

Baiyi reached out his hand, his tone full of warmth.

"Okay."

Diane placed her hand on Baiyi’s hand, bowed her head, her voice somewhat choked: "I thought..."

"It’s okay, it’s over now, the Federation didn’t fall by our hands, order will always exist."

A ripple of space flickered, and the two disappeared from this shattered battlefield.

Helen turned back and looked. The enormous Celestial City began to move again, slowly heading east.

He walked to a longsword slanted into the ground, silent.

The old man always liked to say that people must have a goal, big or small, as long as there is a goal, there is motivation, even if one has to die on the road.

He knew this day would come, but when it really came, he felt somewhat unreal.

That reliance for everything, just died so effortlessly?

For... his ideal, he died on the road.

He bent down, reaching out.

The Divine Artifact did not resist his grasp.

His current Charm Value reached an astonishing over 800 points.

This level of Charm Value had already reached the level of an average Natural Type God.

As long as it was something positive, nothing would repel his approach, not even some Mages releasing Elemental Magic, couldn’t harm him at all.

He raised the Wooden Magic Staff in his right hand, a natural aura spread out, the shattered earth around began to recover, pollution and residues rapidly disappeared under the natural wash.

Grass broke through the soil, trees grew rapidly.

Nature was restoring this broken battlefield.

In the sky, dense flying robots were flying everywhere across the Federation.

The network, once paralyzed by the God’s battle fluctuations, quickly recovered.

People found their phones began to get signals, and the once inaccessible websites began to be accessible.

Everyone quickly discussed, prayed, and cared for one another on the network.

When they saw an announcement released by Dongwu City, their eyes began to show excitement.

[God has retreated, Dawn has arrived, everyone, the Dark Age has passed, welcome to the new era: Dawn!]

The brief announcement caused the network to start lagging, torrents of data flooded screens, overshadowing those players preparing to gain traffic.

After all, only players could record the Divine War.

Others couldn’t gaze directly at the Gods.

Helen looked up.

Feeling the fluctuations of the Teleportation Array.

When the surrounding earth had almost recovered.

He began to step forward.

The aura of nature followed, holding two Divine Artifacts, he traversed through the Federation.

Every step covered a great distance, but with each step, he left something behind, perhaps an inconspicuous blade of grass, or a blooming flower by the roadside.

He didn’t return to the Capital City, just walked around the vast Federation like this.

The Sword Saint was gone, the Sword Mark vanished with it, he needed to spread deterrence throughout the Federation again.

Goal... he had a goal too...

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Dongwu City.

The vast city roared, the sound of a heartbeat continuously echoed.

The city, protected, slowly exposed under the sunlight.

The residents continuously cheered, celebratory divisions echoed in every corner of Dongwu City.

This was a specific festival belonging to every Dawn Breaker, the Federation’s congress also planned to set March 1st as a new holiday to celebrate this victory.

The holiday’s name would also use that announcement from Dongwu City [Dawn Festival]

Of course, even if the congress hadn’t announced it yet, the residents’ celebration made the Federation already immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Only the higher-ups felt some sadness, ordinary people didn’t know the Sword Saint, but the higher-ups were all familiar with him.

"You’re still very weak."

"My brother is still in the Undead Realm, I need to pick him up and.... the Undead will become our allies in the future, I need to discuss the details."

Baiyi fell silent for a moment, looking at the tired and sad Diane.

Gently hugged her, whispered in her ear: "Don’t wear yourself out."

"I won’t, we seized that ten percent chance, didn’t we?"

Diane hugged back for a while, a flicker of spatial fluctuation flashing over her body, she instantly disappeared from the spot.

Baiyi stood still for a moment, withdrew his hand: "I’ll handle things here, we need someone of adequate status to preside over the occasion."

Luoning relaxed and nodded: "I understand."

After Luoning left, Baiyi continued crafting potions.

He needed to first heal Luoning, then heal himself within a week, and then selecting specialties, head to the Underworld to save Sabo.

In Hell, Xiya’s Gods could only enter two, the weak divine power of the 9th Floor of Hell: Fallen Angels, and the weak divine power of the 8th Floor of Hell: Gluttony.

The Nine Gods of Hell.

Among them, the Fallen Angels are the downfall of angels, Gluttony is the revival of an ancient race, both became Gods.

But also because they were not natives, they were considered relatively weak Gods among the Nine Gods.

Hell could contend evenly with the Abyss, and also let Fallen Angels directly storm Hell to block the God of Light, that place wasn’t weak.

After the Death God died, the Undead Realm wouldn’t dare contend with Hell for those souls of the deceased anymore.

With the panel’s notification sound, a bottle of emerald green potion appeared in his hand.

Baiyi casually sprinkled the green liquid into the air, his Spiritual Power flickered, and the liquid instantly exploded into mist, rapidly infiltrating Aileen’s body everywhere.

Aileen, her face pale, frowning, her expression gradually recovered, and the drained magic power started to restore.

Baiyi’s hands continued working, a drop of pitch-black liquid appeared in the air.

This was God’s Malice, Baiyi didn’t have much left.

Slaughtering cleaved was a will, there was almost no malice left on Alex, and that another God leaned more towards madness, the negative emotions carried difficult-to-reconcile mental pollution, and what could be used was just this.

But it was enough.

Many specialty choices required good condition, the Dark Side was deeply wounded, with the assistance of other materials, it should recover enough.

As the potion was being made.

Immense malice began to spread through the laboratory, causing immense unease.

Aileen furrowed her brows, gradually, nightmares shattered her fragile Spirit.

She suddenly sat up, breathing heavily.

"Uh... I’m not dead?"

She felt her body’s vitality, turned her head, and immediately saw a familiar figure crafting potions, the aura that almost made her feel she was about to die came from the experiment table.

She thought of something, her eyes immediately lit up: "Capitalist, did we win?"

"Hmm."

Baiyi replied perfunctorily, now his potion crafting wouldn’t fail, unless he was trying to create a Forbidden Level potion that surpassed his level, or a Divine Level potion.

And this supplementing the Dark Side’s origin, even using God’s Malice, the Quality could only be Epic Level at most.

The main reason was that Baiyi didn’t have a Divine Level potion formula.

The Comprehensive Potion Guide didn’t have it either.

The era of that Comprehensive Potion Guide was too long ago, more advanced things required Baiyi’s innovation.

"I said it right! I could help, one after another, with righteous eloquence, intending to sacrifice themselves generously, capitalist, I don’t owe you now, right? I saved your life, without my help, the Federation would be gone, so..."

Aileen immediately became excited.

But as she was speaking, she felt her voice disappearing, and then she felt a force grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and fiercely threw her out.

Before she could be surprised, an instrument started operating violently, spatial ripples swallowed her whole.

Pong~

"Ouch~ hurts, hurts... eh? I can speak?"

"Sister Aileen, you are..."

Luoning, who was arranging some matters in Dongwu City, looked at Aileen’s appearance and hesitantly asked: "Thrown out?"

Aileen: .....

She mulled over it for a moment, then instantly dissatisfiedly began to complain.

"Let me tell you, that capitalist doesn’t understand gratitude at all, obviously....."