Chapter 271 But they will never forget Caesar's people—and the Age of Fire that she ushered in!
At this time, the various forces at the banquet had already begun to openly ostracize the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.
Disdainful and rejecting gazes were fixed on Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin.
Many powerful figures stood up and echoed their sentiments, shouting that they should kick the two brothers out of the banquet.
The voices of rejection grew louder and louder, the argument escalated, and the scene became chaotic.
This commotion eventually alerted the hosts of the banquet—the Siren clan.
These mermaids, with their graceful figures and lithe tails, are clever, insightful, and quick-witted.
They kept their eyes glued to the screen the whole time, having memorized every single word of the plot being played and pondered it over and over again.
They clearly remembered the interstellar banquet held by Crydela.
Even if some guests are oblivious to the danger and criticize her height to her face, or publicly denounce her as a tyrant.
Yet those people were still able to remain at the banquet without being held accountable or punished.
This clearly shows that Lord Caesar, Cerudra, had a very broad mind.
His temperament far surpasses that of ordinary people, and he simply doesn't care about the idle gossip of these insignificant people.
They wouldn't stoop to bother with such insignificant little fish and shrimp.
Having grasped this crucial point, the leader of the Siren clan immediately stepped in to mediate.
Their calm yet authoritative tone silenced the restless crowd.
In the end, it was decided that the brothers Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin would not be expelled from the grand banquet.
Even though the sea monster clan came to their rescue, Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin still lost face and were completely unable to back down.
They stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by countless mocking gazes, feeling extremely embarrassed.
His cheeks flushed red, filled with embarrassment and humiliation, and he even wanted to disregard everything and leave on the spot.
However, this banquet, specially held to welcome Krystalla, is of great importance to all forces in the Douluo Continent.
It concerns the future status of various forces on the mainland, as well as their qualifications to access opportunities from beyond the heavens.
If the two of them were to leave in anger at this moment, they would inevitably offend the Siren Clan and all the top forces present.
In the future, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family will have no place to stand on the Douluo Continent, and their situation will become extremely difficult.
Left with no other choice, they could only grit their teeth and swallow their anger.
Despite the embarrassment, he remained at the banquet, not daring to make the slightest move.
Deep in their hearts, they still held Yu Xiaogang in the highest esteem, whom they regarded as a wise man.
At this moment, all that remained was contempt and resentment; he was utterly selfish and shameless.
They even wished they could burst through the sky immediately, grab Yu Xiaogang by the neck, and twist him into a pretzel to vent their anger.
...
"But the price that fate offers is perfectly fair."
Above the sky, Krydera, who had been facing away from Hathaway, slowly turned around.
She stood with one hand firmly on her hip, her petite frame exuding an undeniable imperial aura.
With a slight upturn of his lips and a somewhat indifferent smile, he calmly began to explain.
"To rewrite a law, one only needs the life of a demigod."
Upon hearing this, Heather froze, as if struck by lightning.
His once bright eyes dimmed instantly, and he suddenly realized something.
She finally understood why Krydella had sacrificed five hundred golden ants but kept herself as the sole survivor.
She understood even more why the other party was so determined to expend so much effort to make her a demigod who wielded the power of the ocean.
All the doubts that had lingered in my heart for so long were finally resolved at this moment.
She had previously naively comforted herself by thinking that Crydella wouldn't let her sacrifice herself.
She cares about herself; in her heart, she is different from the other Golden Descendants.
But now that she knows the law's incredible power and its equivalent rules, she understands completely.
From beginning to end, Krydela only treated her as a pawn that could be sacrificed at any time.
The reason they didn't attack her before was simply because she hadn't yet become a demigod of the ocean.
The value gained from sacrificing her was utterly insignificant and meaningless.
Now that she has become a demigoddess of the ocean and possesses an equal value for sacrifice, Kerudela revealed the truth of the law.
A chill ran through Hazel's heart, and the coldness spread to every part of her body.
She couldn't help but wonder what this cold-blooded king would do to her next.
At this moment, Heather's heart was filled with endless despair and sorrow.
A bitter feeling stuck in her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
From beginning to end, the queen she cared about and loved with all her heart was the one she loved.
He never cared about her at all; he showed her no affection or special consideration whatsoever.
From beginning to end, she was nothing more than a tool that could be discarded and sacrificed at will.
Her unwavering loyalty was worthless in the face of Crydella's ambition.
Her love, which she poured out, became a huge joke, absurd and pathetic.
Krystal's tone remained arrogant and cold, her eyes indifferent and devoid of any emotion.
"The answer is obvious. We can conquer the stars without relying on extraterrestrial forces—we just need to make some reasonable sacrifices."
So many people have already paid the price with their lives for your ambition, for the "law," yet you are still not satisfied?
Hazel trembled uncontrollably, her fists clenched, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger.
Her anger stemmed not only from the fact that she was about to be sacrificed by Crydela.
Even more enraged were the other demigods, including Ohma, who had already become victims of her ambition.
Countless future Golden Descendants, yet to be born, will also be unable to escape the tragic fate of being sacrificed.
She could already clearly foresee Crydella's future path of interstellar conquest.
It will be accompanied by endless killing and sacrifice, ultimately resulting in widespread devastation and devastation.
She didn't want to see Onpharos, whom she was protecting, fall into such a hellish and desperate end.
He didn't want to see the queen he loved so dearly turn into a heartless tyrant who only knew how to kill.
Krydella's eyes were as firm as iron, and she wouldn't listen to a single word of Heather's advice.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her tone resolute, and each word she uttered resounding.
"My mind is made up; Onphalus must stand among the stars."
Heather was filled with disappointment when she saw that Krydela was still stubborn and refused to turn back.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he shouted loudly.
"Incomprehensible! Do you think you can excuse your atrocities with a few empty words of hypocrisy?!"
Krystal slowly turned around, no longer looking at Hazel, and walked slowly forward step by step.
She looked up at the sky, her gaze deep and silent as she stared at the brilliant fire that sustained the entire Onphalus.
His voice remained proud and confident, carrying the unique majesty of a monarch, as he slowly spoke.
"No destruction, no construction"—this is what you call atrocity.
Ironically, it is also the iron law of Onphalus's reformation, which cannot be violated.
"Ever since the divine oracle of fire was proclaimed in the distance, fate has decreed that the Golden Descendants must burn their own blood."
"To illuminate this dark and chaotic era with our own flesh and blood."
"But without my conquest and iron-fisted rule, people would just be puppets of the old dynasty, manipulated by others, with no hope of ever rising up."
Heather took a step forward, clenching her fists tightly, her fingertips digging deep into her palms, drawing blood.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she retorted sharply.
"But now it seems your journey is no different from those of your predecessors: bloody, brutal, and full of oppression..."
"You are just repeating the same mistakes."
Krystal turned around abruptly, her young face hardened, her expression extremely cold and stern.
She crossed her arms over her chest, exuding an aura of power.
In an instant, an overwhelming aura of royalty emanated from her petite body.
A majestic aura swept across the entire vortex of creation, and she shouted sternly:
"Then see for yourself! Go to the library I built, or search for rumors in the streets and alleys—"
"Go and see Caesar's life of shattering the old laws and forging the new, and see what my conquests have brought to the world."
Keludela's gaze was sharp as a knife, and her words were forceful and resounding as she recounted her life's achievements.
"I have cleansed the filth of the Golden War and mended all the divisions that have existed since the beginning of the strife of the world;"
"I have restored Ohma's authority, allowing mortals and those of the Golden Clan to stand equally on the pulpit of the Senate;"
"I have punished all evil and praised all merit..."
"It was I who shattered the heavy shackles of Tarantun, united the world to save themselves, and ushered in the era of fire-seeking!"
"These few words encapsulate Caesar's glorious life."
At this moment, all the Douluo members in front of the sky were staring intently at the screen.
This proud and confident tyrant, unusually, used words to boast about his achievements as if to prove himself.
Everyone could clearly sense that Krydella was now enraged, her emotions churning within her.
Although her voice had a childlike innocence, it was incredibly imposing, making it hard to breathe.
The people on Douluo Continent are just like Heather under the sky.
Under the stern shouts and overwhelming majesty of Kerudela.
They all involuntarily lowered their heads, their hearts trembling with awe.
They dared not look directly into Keludela's sharp eyes in the sky, for fear of being affected by her imperial aura.
Finally, Krydella looked at Heather, who was now ashamed and speechless after she had spoken to her.
A slight upturn at the corners of her small mouth revealed a fleeting, mischievous smile.
That expression flashed by so quickly that it was impossible to catch it.
She regained her cold and serious expression, her eyes resolute, and slowly spoke.
"So now, listen to my last words: History will one day forget Cerlydra, but it will never forget Caesar's people—and the Age of Fire that she ushered in!"
Even now, Hathaway is filled with disappointment and despair towards Krydela.
Yet he still remembered every single word she said, memorizing it all.
She stood there, stunned, her expression blank, repeatedly pondering Krydella's long speech.
Finally, her attention was fixed on Crydella's last words.
Her gaze lingered on those two short words that sent chills down her spine.
Heather's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply, and her whole body froze on the spot.
She stared intently at the indifferent Cerrudra before her, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
He asked in disbelief, his voice trembling:
"Last words...?"
(End of chapter)