Sorcerer's Handbook-Chapter 627: The Taste of Rust, Lemon, and Sweet Orange

Silver Lantern was right.

Watching Silver Lantern being besieged, Igor was acutely aware of this fact.

But he couldn’t say it, at least not while Silver Lantern was still alive.

Silver Lantern’s correctness didn’t mean her worldview was right. “Reality is a fleeting illusion, and the Virtual Realm is the eternal future”-whether true or false, it couldn’t justify Silver Lantern’s rampage.

So, was there a reasonable justification for Silver Lantern’s actions?

There was.

This was the truth of the third Link of Truth, the conclusion brought about by the impending death of the Chasm Sovereign of Senlo.

Although the Chasm Sovereign was the Dream Master of the Idealistic Sen Luo, his death wouldn’t destroy it. Because besides him, there were millions of potential Dream Masters in the wasteland who could continue to maintain this dream phantom.

This should have been a good thing, but it became the root of despair.

The despair unleashed by the Chasm Sovereign’s death would unreservedly taint the entire Kingdom of Senlo. His will could bring about the divine era of Senlo, and his despair could determine Senlo’s fate.

Senlo, tainted by despair, would see the Choking Green surge to unbearable levels, resulting in only one outcome-everyone would be greened into Green Beasts.

But Green Beasts were immortal. Even if they slaughtered and devoured each other, their bodies ground to dust, their souls would continue to wander.

In the past, only the divine era could eradicate all Green Beasts. Igor suspected that the greatest significance of the divine era was to unify everyone’s will, making everyone aspire to the light. In the mechanism of the Idealistic Sen Luo, this positive energy was enough to destroy all negative entities.

But if everyone turned into Green Beasts and the Chasm Sovereign died, it meant there would be no divine era, and the Green Beasts wouldn’t be destroyed. Worse, millions of wandering monster souls would become the next generation of Dream Masters, continuing to sustain the dream phantom of the Idealistic Sen Luo, perpetuating the existence of this kingdom.

Unless external forces intervened, the Kingdom of Senlo would head towards… eternity.

Immortal, eternally exiled.

Unable to die, unable to live, unable to speak, unable to act, unable to sleep, unable to scream…

Igor and the others couldn’t bear the thought of being imprisoned in the Temporal Cage for thirty thousand years, but at least they had the option of death to end their suffering. Those turned into Green Beasts had no choice, and their sentence was infinite.

It was a despair that made one’s scalp tingle just thinking about it.

And this was enough to make Silver Lantern’s actions seem incredibly right-

Every person she killed meant one less person to endure this despair.

If she were to destroy Senlo, everyone in Senlo would find peace.

Compared to eternal exile, death was indeed the greatest mercy.

Killing to save, saving by destroying.

Igor had no objections to this conclusion. He didn’t care about the survival of the Kingdom of Senlo, nor did he care if Silver Lantern was a good person, as long as Ashe could accept it.

So, the question arose-if Ashe truly accepted this truth, what would he do?

Igor knew Ashe well. He was the type who would be happy for others’ happiness and sad for others’ sorrow, much like Lise. But he was also self-aware, never burdening himself excessively.

So, if Ashe had the ability but didn’t know about the bad things happening, he would mourn but not blame himself; if he knew about the bad things but lacked the ability, he would sigh but not force himself.

But what if Ashe had both the ability and the knowledge of impending suffering?

Igor’s concern was not unfounded-Ashe and Silver Lantern had almost identical setups!

Silver Lantern had the citizenship of Resonance String, and Ashe had the citizenship of Transcendent; Silver Lantern was a divine fire seed, and Ashe was also a divine fire seed; Silver Lantern had Half Tactile Sense, and Ashe had Half Tactile Sense… Igor didn’t know Silver Lantern’s specific plan, but if Silver Lantern could destroy the world, Ashe could certainly do it too!

More importantly, Silver Lantern’s intention was undoubtedly to get Ashe to support her.

But how would Ashe support her?

Support Silver Lantern in slaughtering millions?

Support Silver Lantern in destroying the world?

Even commit world-ending crimes that would be etched in the Virtual Realm for countless years? How many difficulties would they encounter along the way? How many dangers would they face? And when the world ended, could they still escape?

Could Ashe bear such responsibility? Could he endure such pain? Did he have the ability?

Igor didn’t know, but as he had said, there was no need to trouble Ashe.

They were merely passersby in Senlo, with no need to sacrifice for this foreign kingdom-they weren’t here to be saviors, and neither was Ashe.

Silver Lantern wasn’t deluding herself, nor was she being wishful. Ashe would indeed understand her, and might even support her.

This was her selfishness, dragging Ashe into a desperate dilemma-whether to personally kill everyone to grant them mercy, or to watch everyone fall into eternal despair.

But as long as Silver Lantern wasn’t around, even if Ashe knew there was a task to save the world, he wouldn’t know the method. As long as Silver Lantern wasn’t around, Senlo would follow its predetermined fate, but they would find a way to escape before that.

So…

It was time to put an end to this.

Igor suddenly focused on Chikara, his lips moving slightly to transmit a distant message, then pointed to Silver Lantern’s rear. Gwen immediately shot out a blinding starburst.

At that moment, Vesser, who was violently attacking Harvey, was about to turn to face Ashe’s sword, but as soon as she turned her head, her vision was seized by the blinding starburst.

The next second, Chikara let out a tearing roar from behind and delivered a black flame punch!

The orc’s full roar, even without a spirit, was enough to stun a human!

With her vision and hearing both impaired, Vesser couldn’t dodge and was sent flying by the blow.

When she finally regained her sight, she saw the terrifying Death Raven descending upon her.

Boom!

Raven’s long-prepared kick, powerful enough to create a sonic boom, sent Vesser crashing into the ruins of a high-rise building! fгeewebnovёl.com

It was the area most restrictive to flight!

Even without Igor’s command, Harvey seized the opportunity, rushing in to unleash a series of corpse mountain and blood sea slashes! Vesser couldn’t dodge, only managing to counterattack and knock Harvey away, using her Sanctuary to absorb all the damage!

Ashe followed closely, his long sword raining down on Silver Lantern, breaking through the dilapidated floor, layer by layer, as if trying to send Silver Lantern to hell!

Yes, just like that.

Igor watched the debris suspended in mid-air within the high-rise, unable to help but let out a long breath.

Gwen noticed this and asked, “Is she dead?”

“Not yet,” Igor replied, “but soon.”

Silver Lantern’s spellforce was nearly depleted, and in the Sanctuary, spellforce couldn’t regenerate automatically. She must be running on empty.

In truth, Silver Lantern should have fled long ago, but Igor could vaguely understand why she hadn’t. She had kept this secret hidden in her heart for so long, finally able to reveal it to the one she loved. Why would she run? It was like a little girl wanting to give a gift, only to be wronged and filled with grievances. Anyone would be furious.

She wanted to stand her ground and watch him regret.

In a way, Silver Lantern and Raven were quite similar. Both bore a fate that no one could endure, both carried out tasks that no one could accept… So perhaps, deep down, Silver Lantern was also hoping… hoping for someone to come and relieve her pain.

So, please.

Igor silently prayed as he watched the high-rise continue to erupt with noise.

Don’t redeem, don’t clarify, don’t understand.

Just die here as the evil Silver Lantern.

At the bottom of the high-rise ruins, amidst the floating debris, Ashe and Vesser locked eyes.

Ashe’s body was covered in countless wounds from the fall, with blood floating around him. But he had already cast a Joy Sword on himself, rapidly healing his injuries.

He wasn’t the only one injured.

Vesser was also covered in wounds, her beautiful clothes torn, her fair skin cut open, with pride.

Vesser couldn’t understand her own thoughts now. She only knew that if she had to bow to Ashe to survive, she would rather die-even if Ashe was just a step away from understanding her.

Then let it be just a step away.

Boom!

Seeing the sword coming, Vesser instinctively deflected it, then sidestepped and elbowed!

Ashe raised his palm to block the elbow, retreating while slashing downward. Vesser tilted her head to dodge the sword, then moved in to attack his torso. But Ashe seemed to anticipate her move, tossing his long sword upward and engaging Vesser in close combat!

Vesser’s heart trembled, but her hands didn’t waver, skillfully dismantling Ashe’s offensive and catching the long sword to counterattack.

But after one round, Ashe found an opening to block Vesser’s attack and reclaim the long sword.

Everything flowed so smoothly,

Everything was so natural.

Because this was the countless times they had fought in the Divine Fire Trial, the countless times they had sparred.

As Vesser moved, she suddenly realized that the air was filled with their blood.

The air was thick with the scent of rust, lemon, and sweet orange.