PDLP Chapter 333 Lithost? Who is that?
Chapter 333 Lithost? Who is that?
Qiong was actually quite confused.
Did he kill Lithost? What about Donegal? Without Lithost, where would the Shadow Monster version of Donegal come from?
Oh no, he's changed history...
Cheers surged toward Qiong, who was completely bewildered in the center of the arena. With mixed feelings, Qiong looked at the crowd. They seemed to have no idea that he had just been on the verge of death.
Maybe Martians are just carefree?
Confused and disoriented, Qiong felt that the championship wasn't important; as long as everyone else was alright, that was enough. Rather than celebrating the victory and receiving everyone's thanks, he wanted to talk to Kiana about "the risks and consequences of large-scale historical alteration" and see if there was any way to remedy the situation—Lithost and his dog were far too important in the progress of Luo Xing...
Even if Lithost were to be dealt with, he shouldn't be the one to carry out the execution!
He's gone, so who will take his place at Yingtan?
Kiana!
Qiong waved to Kiana, but an unexpected person blocked his way.
"Bai Zhu, you are amazing!"
"No, Chenxue, I have something to do..."
Just minutes before, she was gritting her teeth, determined to get revenge on Lithost. Now, she was smiling. The moment Qiong stepped off the stage, she reached the exit and rushed forward to be the first to hug Qiong.
However, Qiong understood, after all, he had avenged Chen Xue—even though he hadn't originally intended to.
"Congratulations to the winner of the 33rd Ten Arts War, our new 'Strongest' of Luo Xing!"
"Um?!"
This doesn't make sense!
Qiong looked at Chenxue in surprise. He didn't want Chenxue to rush over and say things like, "You killed my enemy, and to repay you, I'll be your slave and repay you with my body." But shouldn't she be crying with joy and shouting "Sister!" instead of saying that?
"What's wrong? The champion?"
Luo Chenxue was still smiling.
"Were you provoked too much?"
Their eyes met, and Chen Xue burst out laughing.
"I'm fine, Bai Shu. What could possibly upset me... Okay, okay, I admit it! I wanted to get a good ranking so I could go back and brag a little, but it looks like that's not going to happen! Oh well, it's not going to happen! I won't give the champion a hard time."
Qiong: ...
“That, Lithost, your sister…”
Chen Xue scratched her head, a puzzled look on her face.
"Lithost? Who's that?"
"Are you kidding me?!"
Qiong was startled and could no longer control his voice. He bypassed Chen Xue and turned to look at the others who were approaching: Bai Ji also had a standard smile on his face and said to him, "Congratulations, I admire you." He showed no concern for his friend who had committed many evils and did not even offer any comments. Shafulai was indifferent. She simply nodded to Qiong and said, "You are very strong," and then said nothing more.
As for the other contestants, they were much more casual. They congratulated each other with things like "Brother Baishu, you're awesome!", "I want to learn from you and your girlfriend and dye your hair white to become stronger!", and "I want to learn to play baseball too." There were all sorts of congratulations, but no one said "Thank you for saving my life," and no one mentioned the name Litost.
What's going on here?
Qiong's heart was in turmoil, and an outrageous thought emerged in his mind: Could they have all lost their memories?
This is so strange!
"Qiong, I have something to tell you."
With a serious expression, Kiana pulled Sora away from the celebratory crowd to talk privately. Because she was "Bai Shu's girlfriend," no one stopped her. Some people even egged her on, saying, "Confess! Give her a kiss!"
"Kiana, do those shadow tentacles have the ability to cause amnesia?"
Kiana shook her head, resting her chin on her hand.
"That shouldn't be possible, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to dodge it, and the Feather of Dust on your body would definitely respond—"
Kiana wanted to say a few more words to Sora, but the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge black vortex enveloped the entire arena. Everyone looked up in horror, and Sora subconsciously summoned his Flame Spear—if Lithost were to play the zombie and try to stuff a bunch of skulls into his hands, he wouldn't mind beating him to a pulp this time, and then having Kiana send him to fill the Shadow Pool.
But he was wrong. It wasn't Lithost's trick; it was just a portal and a megaphone.
[I will... in accordance with the covenant, hereby select... the successor to inherit the knightly authority.]
"Leera?!"
The sound echoed in the arena. Qiong gripped the Flame Spear in his hand, watching the black vortex in the sky warily.
A successor? Could it be that I used too much force and killed Lithost, and this god who disregards human life plans to capture him and replace him, and then force me to "rescue" Sinadia back?
The people around stopped cheering and stared nervously at the sky.
【Noble "Art," are you willing to come to my side and receive the ritual in the "dwelling place of God"?】
[The victor of the 33rd Ten Arts War, White Arts. This door is open for you; I await you here. I long for you... to answer the call.]
The crowd was taken aback at first, then erupted into even louder cheers.
"It's the gods! The gods have answered us! The knights will be conferred their titles in the tower!"
"Knightly authority...what the hell?"
Qiong had expected a few more skulls to emerge from inside, and he was prepared for another purple fire shockwave, but this was all?
Before Qiong could figure it out, his wrist was grabbed by a pair of jade hands—the owner of the jade hands had purple eyes full of jealousy.
"You can't go! If you dare go, I'll break your legs for Mei! The Earth God needs knights too, you understand?"
Kiana gripped Sora's wrist tightly, her tone full of warning. Sora looked at Kiana's nervous appearance and found it a little funny.
"Knightly authority? What is that? Can you eat it? Is it useful with holy marks? It's none of my business. I have no intention of becoming anyone's knight!"
Qiong shouted loudly towards the sky. The surrounding contestants, who had initially shown envious expressions, were all stunned when they heard Qiong shout.
What fool would refuse the title of immortality and the opportunity to exercise divine authority on earth? Which of these contestants didn't have this goal? How did an outlier emerge, and this outlier become the winner?
As soon as Qiong finished speaking, the black vortex in the sky suddenly began to vibrate violently. If this was caused by Leiera's emotional fluctuations, it probably meant that even the gods were confused.
You...reject?
Leiera's voice carried a hint of surprise and displeasure; the unexpected rejection left her somewhat bewildered.
Qiong nodded towards the sky.
At first, he didn't know that the rice cake was Kiana; his plan was to use the power of the Martian God to return. Now that he realizes the Herrscher of the End is by his side, and knows that the Martian God is a severe user of Sinadia, what is he going to do?!
However, a reason always needs to be made up.
"Yes, I refuse. I'm not a Martian. What kind of alien would serve as a knight for your Martian god?"
[So you're from outer space? But don't refuse us because of your identity, we have precedents... Wait, am I remembering wrong?]
Leiera seemed to want to correct Sora's misunderstanding, but she fell silent halfway through her sentence.
Qiong sighed and rubbed her forehead. This Leiera seemed to have a bad memory.
"Bai Shu, are you crazy? This is about becoming a knight of the gods!"
"So the new knight is an alien?"
No matter how much people tried to persuade or question her, Qiong pretended not to hear them.
Working for Martian God? Even a dog wouldn't want that!
"Hmm... I hope you can have an audience with the gods."
"Teacher Bai, why are you also trying to persuade me to accept it? You know I want to go home!"
Just as Qiongxia was making up her mind to have Kiana clear a path for their retreat, Baiji stepped forward.
Qiong and Kiana looked at Baiji with confusion, not understanding why he was also trying to persuade Qiong. Baiji stepped forward, put his arms around Qiong's neck, and whispered something.
“Qiong, the will of the gods cannot be defied. If you refuse, I’m afraid… Moreover, Master Songque may be in the abode of the gods right now.”
Qiong: ? ? ?
Can anyone tell him how the sparrow got in?!
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Lithost was a capable man.
From the moment the endless war broke out in his hometown of Lakada, he was Sinadia's most reliable knight; after arriving on Lostar, he took charge of a considerable portion of Lostar's affairs; and when Sinadia came to an end, the newly enthroned gods not only failed to help but also caused trouble, so the responsibility for the entire Lostar basically fell on his shoulders—not only did he have to do the work of igniting the sparks, maintaining their development, and preventing them from self-destructing, but he also had to clean up the mess caused by the uncontrolled power of the shadows of Leiera... including but not limited to the rampage of shadow monsters and conflicts among the people.
Simply put, because Sinadia was dead, Nahera had been reincarnated, and Leera had abandoned everything, missing Sinadia day and night… it could be said that the entire planet of Luo was on his shoulders. He had countless times wanted to return the responsibility to Leera, to let the gods of Luo guide their people forward, but the gods' tempers were far worse than they imagined…
A god who dwells on the past cannot lead his people into the future, and constantly thinking about the past while neglecting the present and the future is extremely harmful.
Therefore, Lithost, who originally intended to teach the gods as a teacher, gradually step back and eventually relinquish power, chose the most extreme path—to find a reliable knight or a group of knights to support the still immature god, and then eliminate his own existence. By destroying himself, he would erase all traces of him, Nahera, and Sinadia, allowing the god, who had no past to remember, to lead everyone into the future.
However, Lithost had calculated almost everything, but he forgot a few things...
"We meet again, Lithost."
The last Lakada man, who should have vanished with the wind, severed everything with a death wish. He should have died beyond any hope of survival, leaving no trace of his body.
only……
"Nahera? Why?"
He overlooked two things: even if he severed all ties, he was not without relatives or friends.
There is a dead dragon who cherishes old memories, and his own little white guard dog.