Douluo: The True Eye

Chapter 234: Long Haochen's 'Death'

At this moment, a bitter smile appeared on Long Haochen's face.

The aura and pressure emanating from each person before him were comparable to his prime.

However, his current strength was no longer at its peak.

"By acting in this way, aren't you afraid of ultimately losing control?"

"The existence of the God of Scourges and his threat to the world."

"Possessing such strength, I don't believe you are unaware."

Upon hearing this, the leaders of the various schools merely snorted coldly.

Some were sympathetic, some were surprised, and some even looked at Long Haochen with disdain.

At this moment, the leader of the Truth School slowly spoke.

"So what if he exists? So what if he is destroyed?"

"Hoping for the mercy of others, hoping for the promises of others."

"Then we shouldn't use such gentle methods to try to gain his approval."

"Placing hope in others, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

"Originally, we thought that you, Long Haochen, as a hero from ten thousand years ago."

"The first chairman of the Temple Federation must certainly be a person of extraordinary talent."

"But now that we see you, we are greatly disappointed, but even so."

"We will still offer you the highest respect."

"Giving you, the first chairman of the Temple Federation, something that matches your status."

"Death."

Now that things had reached this point, there was naturally no room for compromise.

Long Haochen naturally wouldn't sit still and await his death.

In his hand, the broken Sword of Life and Creation reappeared.

At the same time, the armor on his body also reverted to its original appearance.

Even if it was just for show, Long Haochen at this moment seemed to have returned to ten thousand years ago.

To the time when he fought alongside his companions, alas, now there was no one by his side.

Even his contracted partner, Haoyue, was no longer there.

He had controlled the Saint Demon Continent for a full ten thousand years.

Now, his former companions had long since parted ways with him.

Either their lifespans had withered and they had died, or they had left in disappointment.

Now, recalling the time when they fought side by side against the demons was still so clear.

It was a pity that time could not be reversed, and everything could not be returned to the way it was.

The leader of the Slaughter School at this time completely restrained the killing intent around him.

Transforming it into a blood-colored long saber in his hand.

Within the blade was the essence formed by endless blood energy.

Supplemented by the resentment of the living beings who died in the slaughter.

And the killing intent of the entire Slaughter School members was mixed together.

What was ultimately condensed was not death and pain, but pure slaughter.

Slaughter was the means, and this blood-colored long saber was the way to execute the means.

Slaughter School - Slaughter God One Slash.

Failure was not terrible, death was not to be feared.

And facing failure and death, one could still maintain an undying fighting spirit.

Until the dust settled at the last moment, everything could be changed.

Firmly believe in one's will, unity is strength, this was the art of the War School.

Behind the leader of the War School.

The phantoms of countless warriors emerged.

Some were warriors who were still active on the battlefield.

And some were heroic spirits who had already died on the battlefield, but their fighting spirit had not dissipated.

War School - War Soul Never Dies.

Unique, peerless.

Like the moon in the sky, like a person in this world.

Unlike the other nine schools, the Peerless School only had a single lineage.

And this lineage would only have one true successor.

And the other school members would eventually become.

The whetstone for sharpening this peerless blade.

Gathering the skills of a hundred schools into one body, integrating and mastering them.

Ultimately creating one's own theory and bringing it to the pinnacle.

Paving the way forward for the next generation of the Peerless School.

Perhaps the leader of the Peerless School was superior to the methods of other schools in terms of battlefield tactics and various large-scale killing abilities, the Peerless School only cultivated skills.

Each successor of the Peerless School.

Would be one step higher than the previous leader of the Peerless School.

The Truth School's tampering with the laws.

The Dimension School's control over time and space.

The virtual godhead created by the God-Making School.

The countless war puppets of the Machinery School.

The conversion equation displayed by the Extraction School.

The Fusion School's blending of all things in the world.

The World School's exposition of the world.

In just over a decade, the directions advanced and deduced by the various schools.

A hundred flowers bloomed, all displayed in front of Long Haochen.

Seeing this, Long Haochen couldn't help but smile bitterly and said softly.

"Could it be that I was really wrong? Did I limit the development of mankind."

"If I hadn't restricted it, with the development of these ten thousand years."

"Even the God of Scourges, could he really completely destroy mankind?"

"Maybe I was really wrong."

At this time, a trace of regret rose in Long Haochen's heart.

It was just that today, the opposition between the two sides was no longer a personal opposition, but an opposition in identity.

For this former chairman of the Temple Federation, the ten school leaders present all offered their greatest respect.

In order to kill the other party, what they used was indeed the most top-notch power of their school today.

They did not hide it because there were other school leaders present who were also competitors.

Instead, they showed their full strength without reservation.

And this was not only respect for Long Haochen alone, but also because they believed.

That the future of the school would research more and stronger methods, and step onto a higher peak.

And this was only the beginning, even if the existing methods were exposed.

They still had the confidence to lead the school to innovate and make it stronger.

Eventually, the battle situation settled, and the battlefield space and the Saint Demon Continent remerged.

The light element elves in the world were all mourning.

Blood-colored rain fell from the sky.

The whole world was saddened by the passing of one person.

He was the Son of Light, the chairman of the Federation, the demon-slaying hero, the knight leader Long Haochen.

It was a pity that perhaps the former Long Haochen was the protagonist of this world.

Justice, bravery, fearlessness, were also the goals admired by all people.

But in these ten thousand years, Long Haochen had been manipulating the entire Temple Federation behind the scenes because of his selfishness, just like his grandfather, the Demon God Emperor, who he once did not understand.

Long Haochen had gradually become the kind of person he once hated.

The brave man who slayed the dragon eventually became the dragon.

It was just that this time, it was not the brave man who slayed the dragon.

But a group of dragons who clearly understood what they were doing.

But still firmly believed in their path.

The sky full of light slowly dissipated, and at this time, Saint Cai'er and Long Dangdang arrived late.

They looked at Long Haochen, who had turned into a speck of light and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

Both of them felt the bone-deep sorrow in their hearts.

Especially Saint Cai'er, only to see the Eternal Melody hanging on her neck shatter in an instant.

Saint Cai'er seemed to have lost her spiritual pillar.

Her head of purple hair turned white in an instant.

However, Saint Cai'er could feel Long Haochen's mood at the last moment.

The emotions he left in this world were a faint regret and relief.

At the last moment, Long Haochen was relieved.

Only Saint Cai'er was caught in a dilemma.

In fact, Saint Cai'er didn't have any particularly grand ideals.

As the Saint Daughter of Reincarnation, her mission had ended after the demon race was defeated.

After that, she was Saint Cai'er, and only Saint Cai'er, Long Haochen's lover.

Her heart was wholeheartedly devoted to the man who cared about the world.

Her thoughts, worries, and concerns were all tied to Long Haochen.

Now that Long Haochen was dead, Saint Cai'er had lost the will to continue living.

The Scythe of the God of Death appeared in Saint Cai'er's hand, her heart filled with pain and anger.

Saint Cai'er looked at the ten heads of the academies present with murderous intent.

But in the end, Saint Cai'er did not choose to act.

Her full of murderous intent finally dissipated like a punctured balloon.

She saw the Scythe of the God of Death in her hand turn its edge.

Finally, it landed on herself, ending her own life.

For Saint Cai'er, perhaps fighting a battle with the people present would have allowed her to vent the anger in her heart to the greatest extent.

But what was more important to her at this time was to follow in Long Haochen's footsteps.

Since Long Haochen had been relieved at the end of his life.

Now Saint Cai'er should also be relieved.

The ten heads of the academies just watched this scene coldly.

Although preserving Long Haochen's life would not pose a threat to them.

Only when Long Haochen, the representative of the old era, completely died.

Could the era of the former Temple Federation completely pass.

Otherwise, as long as Long Haochen did not die.

Regardless of whether he was willing or not, those hidden conservative forces would eventually be ready to move in the dark and would revive at any time.

Only Long Haochen's death could completely end the former era.

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged."

The head of the World Academy, like Haoyue once.

"Let Long Haochen and Saint Cai'er, like Austin Griffin once."

"Be transformed into a brand new life and be born into this world."

At this time, Long Dangdang, who was already equivalent to a ninth-rank fifth-level powerhouse below.

He stood there in a daze after hearing this.

"What do you mean by this?"

At this time, the head of the Killing Academy looked at Long Dangdang and snorted coldly.

"The struggle between academies is for the capable to live in it."

"You don't think that we are so narrow-minded."

"This joint effort is just to stifle a person who may pose a threat to us."

"Now that he, as Long Haochen, is dead."

"As for what happens later, we will naturally not pursue it."

"As for whether he can grow up in the new era."

"That has nothing to do with us."

The head of the Killing Academy snorted coldly.

"However, since you are not willing to become a member of my Killing Academy."

"Then you can develop on your own, I just hope that you don't die in the hands of that Austin Griffin in the end."

"Otherwise, it would be too boring."

"As for anything more, I don't want to say anything more."

Immediately, the head of the Killing Academy turned into a blood rainbow and left here.

The heads of the other academies were not willing to stay here any longer.

Only the head of the War Academy stayed.

Looking at Long Dangdang in front of him, he said: "I wonder if you would like to join my War Academy?"

— — — — — — — — —

"Is the battle over there over?"

A zombie with dark red flames burning on his body said.

"It should be over, the next plan should be entering the next stage."

A skeleton with a silver-white body responded.

"I just don't know how many of us can 'live' this time."

"Who cares, if I hadn't been unlucky enough to die in the undead tide before."

"Otherwise, I would also like to be a founder of an academy and have some fun."

The flame zombie laughed loudly.

— — — — — — — — —

After losing Long Haochen.

The Saint Demon Continent ushered in a new era.

In this era, the various academies and clans were divided.

It was not just the confrontation between the undead and humans in the past.

Now the whole world seems to be in chaos.

Taking the academy as a unit, various organizations are constantly fighting.

But at the same time, the actual personnel losses of the various organizations.

Because of various means of games, there are not as many as the real wars in the past.

And this era is called 'Taoism' by the various academies.

In this era, countless small academies were destroyed.

And countless small academies were born in the tide of the times.

And such competition and blooming also brought a considerable degree of development.

The gods who only existed in legends, in today's Saint Demon Continent.

Although they are not everywhere, they can be said to be quite a few.

Although all the academies are still subject to the shackles of the limit of spiritual power.

But they have various means to bypass this shackle for development.

Gradually, these academies are no longer satisfied with fighting each other on the Saint Demon Continent plane.

Their footsteps are constantly expanding to other planes.

One plane, two planes, four planes...

After each plane is opened up.

The indigenous creatures in it will be absorbed by these academies and become a member of the academy.

And influenced by the ideology of the academy, many emerging academies will be born in it.

You sing and I take the stage, and that's how hundreds of years, thousands of years have passed.

Today's academies are no longer the same magnitude as they used to be.

Slightly famous academies are based on the creatures of at least one plane.

And those truly powerful academies span dozens or hundreds of planes.

As for the God of Heavenly Condemnation? God of Heavenly Defense?

Under the huge base number, their existence also seems a bit insignificant.

Even in the Killing Academy and the War Academy, they are also high-level existences.

But their power is no longer enough to dominate the direction of this world.

Now the only thing that can truly affect the entire world and the universe is the academy.

It's just that with the continuous internal strife and expansion of the various academies.

Their power is getting stronger and stronger, and they are constantly consuming the resources in this universe.

And this has aroused the awakening of an existence—the God of Eternity and Creation.

This god who created this universe, He woke up.

He is angry!

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