Chapter 290 288-The Death of Ethan

Chapter 290 288-The Death of Ethan

Cracks spread across the floor beneath Ethan like a spider web, and dust filled the air.

In the next second, Ethan was already standing beside Hilna.

The Son of the Sun's eyes, blazing like fireballs, were fixed on Ethan, and a cry resonated to the heavens.

Though it was just a cry, Ethan could clearly understand the message the Son of the Sun was conveying.

"Black Dragon, will you too raise your hand against your master?"

The cry washed over Ethan's soul like a tidal wave.

A tremendous Power of Faith surrounded Ethan, as if millions of worshippers were whispering in his ears.

The Son of the Sun was indeed extraordinary; a mere cry brought with it a tsunami-like spiritual assault.

Ethan's soul was shaking continuously, but he stood firm.

He had practiced the Soul Language of Nature, and his soul's strength was in no way inferior to that of the Son of the Sun, this ancient deity.

"Master?" Ethan, wielding his gun, caused ripples in the void with his movements. "You are not worthy."

With those words, Ethan looked up, and from his eyes shot a golden divine light, comparable to the sun itself. In an instant, he was in front of the Son of the Sun.

"Boom--"n-/o//v..e-.l--b..1-(n

The clash of gun and claw resulted in a surge of energy rippling out from the epicenter of the two beings.

Hilna instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, her dress fluttering in the aftershock of the energy wave, revealing large expanses of her fair skin.

"Ethan, you've grown stronger," Hilna said, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.

The Son of the Sun seized the opportunity to put some distance between himself and Ethan.

His eyes blazing like fire, the Son of the Sun revealed a look of excitement: "Your soul is so strong. Good... Becoming my blood feast will aid in my resurrection."

With a flurry of his wings, the Son of the Sun whipped up a scorching tempest, drawing all surrounding energy to his feathers.

Blades of fire surged towards Ethan at breakneck speed.

Channeling all his strength into his long spear, Ethan softly recited the Thunder Language of Nature.

The Blasphemous Spear was not only charged with the power of thunder, but Ethan himself moved with the swiftness of lightning.

Ethan raised his spear high, transforming it into a blade with the momentum of splitting a mountain, and struck at the fiery blades.

The blades came to a sudden halt mid-air, as arcs of electricity erupted upon them.

In an instant, they scattered like sparks, falling upon the city and igniting roaring flames.

But Ethan's assault was far from over.

He continued his bold and unrestrained charge, raging towards the Son of the Sun.

The deity's eyes, like rubies, widened in an instant as he raised his wings to resist Ethan's fierce strike.

Sparks flew as the Blasphemous Spear struck the Son of the Sun's wings.

The intense pain elicited a cry from the deity, and the overwhelming Power of Faith forced Ethan to momentarily retreat.

The Son of the Sun hovered in the air, his gaze fixed upon his wings.

A charred mark appeared, which suddenly crumbled, and like pomegranate seeds, a vital substance seeped out.

This was not the Son of the Sun's blood, but something far more crucial -- his Essence.

Ethan's strike had unbelievably scattered the Essence of the Son of the Sun.

The Son of the Sun tried to channel the Power of Faith to mend his wings, but in this crucial moment, it unexpectedly failed to work.

"What kind of weapon is this?!"The Son of the Sun shrieked in terror, his cry echoing throughout the entire city-state.

He was truly afraid, for his Power of Faith had failed him.

Even some civilians who had taken the Solar Reagent began to exhibit signs of mental instability.

This was because these believers could sense their lord's fear, planting seeds of doubt in their minds.

Could it be that their all-powerful lord was actually afraid?

Ethan, with an expressionless face, spoke coldly, "A weapon that can kill you."

The Son of the Sun, feeling the ebbing of his strength, understood that he needed to end this quickly.

Otherwise, if he allowed Ethan to continue, he would only find himself in an increasingly desperate situation.

He flapped his wings and screeched, causing the chanting within the city-state to grow louder and the humanoid light bulbs to burn even more intensely.

Eventually, the humanoid light bulbs throughout the city-state shattered one after another.

A flood of Power of Faith and broken souls flowed into the Son of the Sun's body.

"You've forced my hand!"Though already suspended in mid-air, the Son of the Sun rose even higher after his cry.

Ethan, inexplicably, felt a sharp pain at his brow, as if a needle was hanging above it.

The Son of the Sun kept ascending until he overlapped with the sun itself.

In an instant, not a single ray of light was left in the sky, and the entire world plunged into darkness.

Ethan felt as though he had entered another world, a world of hell.

Throughout the city-state, the air was filled with flames, the cries of civilians, the chanting of the faithful, and the sounds of explosions, all casting their shadows over the battered city.

The darkness added a somber undercurrent to this land of blood and fire.

The corners of Hilna's eyes twitched slightly, and her hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

This was the power to annihilate the world, and the ancient deity still dominated this realm.

The Son of the Sun sought to destroy the world!

Under such a grand spectacle, an overwhelming pressure made it hard for Hilna to breathe.

Something inside Hilna seemed to shatter, and with a defeated murmur, she wondered aloud, "Is the ancient deity truly invincible?"

Ethan, situated at the center of this oppressive force, felt a pressure hundreds, thousands of times greater than Hilna's.

His body autonomously fought back; the Dragon Bloodline surged through his veins, erupting from every pore to protect him.

At this moment, the Soul Language of Nature showed its effects.

Despite the immense pressure, Ethan still glared defiantly at the Son of the Sun.

"Playing god."

Ethan's cold snort cut through the deadly silence.

Hilna swiftly turned her gaze towards Ethan, her amber eyes shimmering.

In the sky, the only beacon of hope was the holy dragon, clad in golden scales.

From the darkness, the Son of the Sun's eyes shot forth a divine light as he screeched, "Today shall be the day of world's end!"

He spread his wings, transforming directly into the sun.

The sky rained down sunbeams, each strand fortified by the Power of Faith, and every ray scorched the earth with unbearable temperatures.

The sunlight, which had existed since the dawn of mankind, turned into a lethal weapon in this moment.

Every building within the city-state melted like chocolate, and all life was instantly vaporized.

The land turned black, with heat waves rolling across the scorched earth.

Hilna felt her body burning, she reached out to grasp Ethan, whispering, "Ethan..."

But in the next second, Hilna evaporated, vanishing into thin air.

Ethan's pupils suddenly constricted as he looked up to the sky and roared in rage, "No..."

Holding his spear, he aimed to strike down the sun in the sky, but before Ethan could get close to the Son of the Sun, he had already turned into a mist, dispersing with the wind.

The Blasphemous Spear fell to the ground, producing a dull, resonant sound.

"No one can obstruct my rebirth!"

The cry of the Golden Raven echoed over the wasteland.

The world once again fell silent, as if everything that had just transpired was nothing but an illusion.

The Son of the Sun looked down at the scorched earth, his eyes filled with the inherent coldness of a deity.

He was a god, and even as a god in need of rebirth, he possessed the power to destroy worlds.

However, there was a hint of confusion in the Son of the Sun's eyes; when had his power become so overwhelming?

Nevertheless, these were not matters for the Son of the Sun to ponder over at the moment.

He needed a plethora of worshippers, more beings that had consumed the Solar Reagent.

This city-state was clearly no longer suitable for his further development.

His recent strike of destruction had depleted much of his Power of Faith.

He needed to find a new place, to accumulate Power of Faith once again.

This time, he would be very careful, ensuring that no insects like Ethan would disturb his path of resurrection.

The Son of the Sun could only silently pray that his fervent followers had survived.

Otherwise, it would be yet another troublesome matter.

The Son of the Sun wrapped himself in his wings, and the flickering flames transformed into specks of light and dispersed.

With the current level of Power of Faith, the Son of the Sun couldn't maintain his true form and had to return to his state as a flame.

The Son of the Sun transformed into a ball of fire, within which appeared a humanoid creature -- Aneropo.

Aneropo looked exhausted, his eyelids drooping, ready to sink into slumber.

His followers would find him and place him in the apparatus of faith, waiting for the right moment to awaken him once again.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, unexpectedly moving Aneropo's body.

Aneropo's face showed shock as he abruptly looked up to the sky.

The fervent sun still shone in the sky, but there was now a sea, sprawling across the heavens.

Yes, an actual sea.

Why was there a sea above in the sky?

Aneropo's complexion changed slightly; at the edge of the sea, he saw an extraordinarily graceful woman.

The woman crossed her arms, highlighting her upright bosom.

Her stunning face was mesmerizing.

Even Aneropo had to admit, she was indeed a beautiful woman.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out, "Aneropo, you ancient deities have had it too good for too long. That such a simple illusion could deceive you..."