"Okay. We can finally begin to liquidate all your disrespect."
The voice of the Dionysian Nietzsche was low. In the darkness, he seemed to have become another existence. The sun retreated and the mountains dimmed, as if the entire undulating mountains were his divine kingdom.
In the world of three locks, a crescent-shaped black sun looms in the sky. The peerless dancer, the lion, and the baby all shunned in silence, as if they had never been gods.
In front of Sean, there was a strange peak protruding from the place where Nietzsche was standing. He made the mountain peak increase in height, and the terrain suddenly became steeper.
Sean had seen this scene before, in the forests of the Northland, at the most brutal Explorers' reception. He knew that as long as Nietzsche climbed to the symbolic mountaintop and the black sun completed the eclipse behind him, he would lose all power. That was an overwhelming veto force.
Therefore, he penetrated the meaning of the sword in the divine root into the spiritual essence. On the outside, the simple-looking Sword in the Stone was suspended behind Sean. As a result, the land under his feet also began to rise for the "King of Man". Sean walked up to the top of his mountain step by step to ensure that he was at the same height as Nietzsche.
This mysterious legacy, borrowed from Arthur Melling, was designed to ensure that Nietzsche could not look down from the top.
Nietzsche saw the sword in the stone behind Sean. Compared with the "Sword in the Tree", which can defeat legendary creatures, and the indestructible "Sword in the Lake", this Sword of the King has a special feature - only those with "Lion Heart", that is, those with the qualifications of a king to lift it.
"How sad, a king without a country and subjects - even his sword is borrowed from elsewhere." Nietzsche stopped climbing and said sarcastically from a slightly higher angle.
"Perseus's sword is also borrowed." Sean said calmly. In the battle with Nietzsche, he could not hold back or remain silent. He would use various methods, including eloquence, to destroy his opponent.
Perseus eventually killed Medusa. Nietzsche could not ignore the implications of this metaphor. Black Joker smiled: "You are indeed very similar to Perseus, a child who goes to heaven and earth to please his parents.
"Sean, I have seen through every inch of your soul. You have the heart of a lion, but you don't have the consciousness to become a king. Your disgusting compassion and naivety have destined you to never become a king."
"Thank you for letting me know." Sean didn't forget to feel his breathing.
Nietzsche, the god of wine, smiled in the darkness. He raised his right hand, and a black thunder fell from the sky. The thunder was accompanied by Nietzsche's once eloquent words. Like a black whip drawn from the sky, it directly shattered a mountaintop. Smoke and dust filled the air.
"You should be honored. This is a scourge of God."
The black whip began to be whipped violently, and the lion's continuous roar could be heard, like an endless black thunderstorm. Only one black whip broke Sean's spiritual shield. The explorer carrying the Sword in the Stone could only run in the cracks of thunder, watching the King of the Black Sun transform the geographical shape of this place.
The ectoplasmic shield, which could withstand a full-force King-level blow, had just been restored and was destroyed by the black whip. Sean is already feeling the pressure from Black Joker. He was indeed facing an enemy he had never seen before. The king on the peak smiled irrationally. After bursting the bubble, he let out an eloquent voice that shook the mountains and rivers. The black thunder hit Sean's exposed body, and his left leg was shattered due to dodging.
The elixir spring was activated instantly, the smell of burning flesh and blood was still in the air, and the shocking pain still remained in the nerves, but Sean's left leg had recovered.
The thunderous eloquence finally stopped, and the sky seemed to clear up after the rain. Nietzsche seemed lost in thought, with warm sunlight emanating from behind him.
Eternal Return - This is the rational contemplation that follows passionate eloquence. Sean knew that "meditation" would be followed by a new round of "eloquence", and that he would be wiped out in the next wave of lashings against God...
Can't let him finish his meditation!
The ground surged like waves, and Sean stepped on the waves, rushing towards the meditator standing on the top of the mountain. In the process, he drew out the Sword in the Stone that he was carrying on his back and soared into the air, like an eagle flying toward Nietzsche. The giant sword floating next to his right hand drew a gray scratch in the air.
The meditator in black took half a step back and blocked the path of the sword with his staff. The giant sword disappeared in the air, and the spiritual sword did not need to retreat, and thrust out again without any gap.
The tip of the sword pierced Nietzsche's left chest and followed the structure of his body into his left side. Dark red blood flowed out. Nietzsche was still smiling, but there was red blood between his teeth.
"...He longs for disaster, hell, hatred and destruction, and also longs for failure. Curse is a blessing to him, the night is the sun to him, and pain is his joy..."
——The bliss of rebellion.
Sean noticed that Nietzsche, whose body should have been severely damaged, actually extracted great blessings from this pain. No need for brooding anymore, he had already raised his next eloquence.
Sean's pupils suddenly dilated, and he watched a black thunder bloom in Nietzsche's mouth. He was hit directly and smashed into the cliff like an angel sent to earth.
As soon as I raised my head from my brief dizziness, I saw Nietzsche outside the cave still shouting. The whip was driven hard into the same wounds...
Is such a pursuit too cruel for a mortal?
The surroundings became quiet, and the smoke and dust were slowly settling.
Nietzsche saw golden light shining in the smoke. The philosopher narrowed his eyes slightly: it seemed to be an angry color.
Black robes bulged in the hunting wind, and Lady Hershey held a hot golden spear. Sean's figure has become blurred, mortals taking a back seat in the struggle for the gods to come.
When he was attacked by "Betrayal of Bliss" and had to directly use his divine power to protect himself, Sean realized that he had made a mistake that almost led to his defeat.
He believes that no matter how powerful Black Joker is, what they will be fighting will only be a duel between humans. He was wrong. Nietzsche regarded himself as the only "Supreme Man" in the world, who defined and judged everything from the top of the mountain. Only now did Sean realize that if the "last man" in Nietzsche's words is infinitely close to animals, then the "perfect man" is infinitely close to "god" - this battle on the Arondack Mountains has been a mystery from the beginning. A war between gods.
He thought he could use the lady's power only after it was heated. He actually thought he could still have reservations. Such arrogance almost cost him his life on the spot.
Fortunately, he handed himself over to the goddess before it was too late.
"The lady hidden in the night finally showed her true face." Facing Hershey, Nietzsche was obviously more respectful than facing "The Last Man", and even took off his hat in greeting as he did now.
The mountains finally no longer surrendered to the majesty of the Black Sun King, and the meaning of the Evernight Forest spread from the goddess's feet. Where God is, the Kingdom of God is there. Nietzsche's power was somewhat suppressed.
Sean stood behind Hershey. At this moment, he felt that he was a bridge, a bridge that fully expressed the will of Night Breeze and the pure faith of Three Thousand...
A completely different kind of darkness was spreading, and the black forest was filled with astonishing firelight. The beasts began to run away. The tip of the spear in her hand glowed with the light of a torch. I vow to wipe out all the evil momentum and make things originally hidden in the darkness tremble...
The night wind is angry.
