Envoy
Chapter 566: Civil War with the Harmony Envoy
Word count: 1946 · Updated: October 16, 2025
Chapter 566: Civil War with the Harmony Envoy
But soon, he discovered something unusual again.
A bone-chilling feeling of "lock" came over me like a thorn in my flesh.
"Ah? Really?"
"What are you doing? Aren't you taking this a bit too far?"
He could clearly feel that there seemed to be some kind of "mark" left on him, a "mark" that could not be shaken off even in death.
As soon as Crane leaped out of history, he was hit by an energy arrow with unstoppable force.
The power called "destruction" exploded in his chest, causing him to irreversibly die once again.
The "Eraser" in Void Strike marks enemies it hits, causing them to take additional damage, giving the "Eraser" attack a certain "hit-or-miss" quality. Now that the entire army is connected by the power of Harmony, Doommon also possesses this ability, and the "hit-or-miss" quality has been elevated to "hit-or-miss."
This forced Crane to deceive history, distinguishing his own self from the previous second from his next. The judgment of "inevitable death" was cleverly grafted and confused onto the "Clayne who had already been killed once by the Dusk Giant Sword." It was as if the arrow had just struck a mere "remnant" of a long-dead being abandoned by history.
Only then can one get rid of the characteristics of "certain hit" and "certain death".
He could sense that the pawns he had previously "parasitized," "stolen fate," or made into puppets had been freed from their constraints by the effects of [Destruction] and [Harmony].
They were already dead, and after breaking free from control, they could naturally join the battlefield immediately without any further adaptation.
The cores of the phantoms lit up with a destructive purple light again, locking onto Crane coldly once again.
A silent command was given, and they rushed towards Crane in unison.
At the forefront was a plunderer with two arms wielding twin blades.
In fact, this can be considered Crane's old rival. After all, in the entire Antimatter Legion, Crane has died the most times at the hands of the Plunderer.
Their race has also killed many pillar-level Old Ones alone.
Although Crane was only Sequence Nine at that time, since he was the King of Time and Space, he could naturally consider the past and the future as one.
Within the Legion, those warriors who remained alive were reforged in the "Forge of War" and gained the power known as "Destruction." Antimatter replenished their remains, and negative particles vibrated through their bodies.
This is the Marauder, the Antimatter Legion's fundamental combat unit, the embodiment of the will to "destruction." Acting on its destructive instincts, it possesses a fiercely aggressive nature, yet possesses fighting instincts rivaling those of legendary martial arts masters.
Crane fought and retreated, but found that the air around him gradually became thicker, like an invisible swamp. Beams of destruction were occasionally shot out from different and tricky angles.
The space traversed by the beam ripples. This isn't a random sweep, but a web woven to encompass every angle of evasion.
They shot out from all sorts of unimaginable angles in a cunning manner, and wherever they passed, strange ripples appeared in the space, as if it were covered with invisible glue.
Once Crane approaches these ripple areas, he will be firmly trapped by a strong suction force, and his movements will inevitably become sluggish and heavy, as if he is trapped in a spider web.
At this moment, Crane's body has completely transformed into a spirit, with his spirit and physical body merged into one. This makes him immune to most physical damage and allows him to try to find loopholes in the siege of the pawns.
However, the dense network formed by those light beams made Crane's movements gradually slow down, as if he was sinking into a swamp.
This is different from the Tamperer's ability to directly modify reality, which is superimposed on reality.
However, under the influence of [harmony], they have indeed taken on the characteristics of "tamperers", causing chaos in reality.
It's like a dense spider web in reality.
To prevent the annihilation of antiparticles, the Antimatter Army has created two types of small ion traps for transport, collectively known as "baryons" and "antibaryons."
They possess only basic intelligence and can respond to the will and call of the "virtual soldiers" on the battlefield, paving the way for them.
And overhead, the roar of the space-time maze completely collapsing, like a countdown to destruction, is getting closer and closer.
"Wow, this is cheating, right? This must be cheating, right?"
Crane pointed at the giant hand above his head and said dissatisfiedly.
At least, Ceris, who was also an emissary, had never displayed similar power in front of him.
Although he had never actually seen Cerus take action.
The next moment, he felt a greater, more fundamental, and more irresistible will descending upon him.
It is cold, pure, and carries a dead silence that reduces everything to entropy.
This is not to kill him, but to completely "format" his individual existence and recast him into a new, cold war unit in the Antimatter Legion.
The very foundations of the soul are shaken violently, and the self-consciousness feels as if thrown into a furnace. A terrifying sense of erosion sweeps over me, as if all personal marks will be erased and I will become just a drop of water in the torrent of destruction.
He always made others into puppets, and this was the first time he was about to be transformed into a puppet, which felt quite novel.
"Is there any need for me to fight? I have no chance of winning." Crane muttered softly, but he raised his right hand honestly, rubbed his thumb and middle finger lightly in the air, and snapped his fingers.
Pop.
A crisp sound, like a stone dropped into a frozen lake.
In an instant, the cold, futuristic, technologically-charged landscape of the test site began to distort, fade, and dissolve.
In its place is the magnificent Pinocchio Theatre in my memory, which is full of grandeur and psychedelic colors.
The vast painted dome, scarlet velvet curtains, shimmering boxes, and surround sound system create a grand symphony. This is the "reminiscence" of the "reminiscence artist," forcibly overwriting reality through memory.
Back then, Crane would have needed to save up several months of mana in advance to recall this scene, but for Crane now who possesses the "Advising Physician" ability and the "Fool" status, this is not too difficult.
Although this may be a bit disturbing, but...
The ability to recall was activated, and a figure reappeared from the depths of Crane's memory.
A golden giant with a wing-like eye mask appeared behind Crane.
Perhaps this could be considered a civil war among the Harmony Envoys Kill
Chapter 567: Powerful Instant Kill
Word count: 1841 · Updated: October 16, 2025
Chapter 567: Powerful Kill Instantly
The magnificent Pinocchio Theater appeared like a mirage, but forcibly covered the cold testing site.
The appearance of the golden giant suddenly reduced the pressure on Crane, and the feeling of his consciousness being almost shattered no longer existed.
The orderly notes repeated themselves, isolating the hand once again.
"It's been a while, Clayne. You seem to have grown quite a bit." Qi Xiang Shiban looked down at Clayne. "My compliments to you, as always."
"Ah, it's been a while." Crane nodded.
"It seems like I'm still dreaming." The Qixiang Poetry Band uttered a mixed voice, as if many men and women were speaking at once. They looked up at the sky, "Infinite Master... no, Xingxiao. I never thought you'd face her..."
"Huh? Both of these names sound like masculine names, don't they?" Clean raised his head, looking at the slender, white hand. "Especially 'Mr. Infinite'... It sounds like a boss carrying an axe and a banner."
Crane's expression suddenly turned into shock: "Could it be a sissy?"
Oh, this is pretty intense.
"It seems you get along well with that Masked Fool," Sunday said with a hint of helplessness, as if he hadn't expected Clay to say such a thing. "But it's no wonder, after all, he led you to a fate of happiness."
His voice was still mixed with countless mixed voices.
"Infinite Master, Ayrenev of All Lives..." Sunday spoke its message directly without recalling, "They are the messengers of [Harmony], but they are not specific mortals, but aspects of Himself. When needed, they can transform into any member of the family."
"As for the Starburst... Nanook of Destruction had once visited and ignited a world of harmony, raising this great lord from the ashes of the Infinite."
Sunday looked at Xingxiao's hand again, his tone calm:
"At that time, the one who summoned 'Infinite Husband' was a young female tuner from the Tianhuan tribe, the one you see now."
The two men had been talking for some time, but the legion did not rush forward.
It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.
Dense swarms of pawns and doomsday beasts surrounded Crain and Dominic's Sunday, who had transformed into a "chorus of choruses."
However, neither they nor ranged attacks could get close to the two.
They seemed to be rushing forward with all their might, and various arrows and light beams were floating in the air, seemingly flying towards Crane. One could even see the air currents they created and the ripples they drew in the air.
But he could not get close to Crane and Sunday.
With Dominix helping to counteract the "pollution" from the "Starshock," Crane only needed to create a few errors and fool the space to easily control the entire army's overwhelming pawns.
Legions with and without stars were two completely different concepts. In Crane's view, the gap was as huge as the gap between true gods and ordinary people.
"I hope the number of pawns on the field stops increasing." Crane made a wish softly, and then immediately fulfilled his wish and created an error to make it come true in the most extreme way.
In the sky, the warships that were continuously dropping virtual soldiers seemed to be stuck, and exploded one after another.
Crane didn't notice that among the pawns, one of the pawns that was parasitized by Crane and was wearing a monocle clapped its hands twice without being controlled, as if to praise Crane for being able to use the power of "error" so skillfully after just getting it.
But this pawn blended in among the thousands of others, its movements inconspicuous and unnoticed. Even the surrounding pawns seemed to have lost their focus and were completely unaware of its abnormality.
"It seems that you just need me to help you control the Starshock." There was a hint of relief in Sunday's tone.
The last time he asked for help, Crane was just an ordinary man who couldn't even defeat a witch.
At least on Sundays, it seemed like an ordinary person.
But now, he could suppress an army of at least tens of thousands of virtual soldiers with just one finger.
Seeing Crane's growth was more satisfying to him than anything he could do himself.
If it were him in the past, he might have preferred to be in control of everything, but now he is no longer in a hurry to make choices for others. Instead, he hopes to see those he helps stand up on their own.
There will always be a paradise that needs to be built by "people", and that person must be the local people themselves, not him, an outsider who is high above others.
"Oh, yes." Crane nodded. "Can you help me again?"
"Of course." Sunday nodded, and the huge Dominicus gradually rose and flew towards the hand.
Watching this scene, Crane said nothing more.
He canceled the deception of space, and the legions quickly swarmed in.
Crane himself disappeared from the spot, then reappeared in mid-air, removed his head, and entered the form of a mythical creature.
The spiritual threads of the phantom soldiers and doomsday beasts on the ground, which had long since disappeared with the passing of their lives, were awakened again, and they all suddenly floated up, floating high into the sky, floating towards Crane.
They stopped moving almost at the same moment.
The next second, the bodies of countless phantoms and doomsday beasts squirmed and transformed, each of them instantly growing into Clean Moretti, wearing a half-high silk hat and a black windbreaker.
Then, some of them suddenly collapsed and turned into worms; some suddenly aged and had their time stolen; some suddenly lost their luster in their eyes and had their spiritual threads wiped out; some collapsed inward and turned into layers of doors, and the vacuum suction sucked in the surrounding Klein.
Countless people were killed or injured in an instant, leaving Xingxiao no chance to revive them.
Crane aimed his severed head at the legions below, taking them all in.
Finally, the head closed its eyes.
The dead should rest in peace. If not, it is a "disease" and needs to be treated.
The doctor of advice cured the "difficult and complicated problem" of "they are still aliveEnds
Chapter 568 The Holy Grail War Ends
Word count: 2085 · Updated: October 16, 2025
Chapter 568 The Holy Grail War ends and
the next battle is a pure crushing victory.
Without the support of the Star Tsunami, the legion was quickly dismantled and could not hold out for even a few seconds at Crane's hands.
Crane's eyes were distracted, completely unaware of the army below.
He is thinking about something.
Every Sunday he summoned seemed to be a "simulation" in a simulated universe.
The same was true of the one summoned during the Beckland smog incident.
A city's dream...
Crane looked up at Dominicus and Starsurge in the sky.
Crane's "special challenge" was only against the Legion; the Star Shock was not Crane's target.
Therefore, the challenge ended with the Legion's defeat.
"Very good, we have collected a lot of interesting data." Black Tower's voice rang in Crane's ears.
"Well, I should thank Celius for sending the simulation over to me. And forget about him stealing my stuff."
The next morning.
170 Townsend, Queens, bedroom.
Klein sat up from the four-poster bed covered with a jacquard satin quilt, his fingers unconsciously twirling his palms.
He slowly spread out his hands, empty.
His eyes swept over the gold-cased pocket watch that had stopped turning on the carved walnut bedside table, and Clay shook his head.
The simulation ended, but he did not receive the reward for the "special test".
To be precise, something was given to him, but he couldn't find it.
Crane blinked.
This isn't the first time this has happened; rewards brought from the simulated universe often mysteriously disappear and reappear somewhere in reality.
For example, the "Spark of Order" that Brother Zhou Tian gave him went directly to the Church of the God of War.
This time, it's probably a similar situation; even Klein is too lazy to take a share.
Who knows? Maybe it ended up in some Amon's bed.
Anyway, in the end, I will definitely be back around him.
Crane didn't know the name of that "reward", he only remembered that it was handed to him by the hand of the last star.
It's round and glows.
Crane felt something was dangerous, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He got out of bed, put on his clothes and walked out.
Walking down the stairs into the living room, Clay noticed Melissa eating breakfast while Benson sat on the sofa reading a newspaper. The servants and maids were busy at work in the villa.
"Good morning, Claire." Melissa saw Claire and waved.
When Melissa looked up, the cuffs of her slender wrists slipped down, revealing three pale red Command Seals.
In the beginning, she was actually not used to this "luxurious" life. She even washed the dishes in front of the maid, which almost made the maid think that she would be fired that day. She sadly packed her luggage to leave that night.
However, after moving from frugality to luxury, Melissa is now able to accept other people's services very well.
"Good morning, Melissa." Crane responded with a smile.
After greeting Benson and the others, Crane walked to the dining table.
The gilded chair was silently pulled open by the butler, allowing Crane to sit down.
Steaming Ceylon black tea is poured into a bone china cup emblazoned with the Moretti family crest.
A few seconds later, the tall and straight butler brought the steaming hot breakfast, which seemed to have been prepared in advance.
Clay sat down. Melissa took a sip of milk and asked, "Clay, do you have any wishes?"
Benson looked up from the headline, "Conservatives Call for Abolition of Aristocracy," and looked at Klein.
"Me?" Clay took a bite of the dough stick, then glanced back at Benson and then at Melissa. "My wish has been fulfilled."
"Me too." Melissa smiled and nodded. "And Benson too."
The window was open, and sunlight poured into the living room, spreading on the dining table like a cluster of golden flowers.
"I guessed it," Crane replied softly with a smile. "You know, street magicians are best at 'mind reading' tricks."
"That's a lie," Benson said, putting down the newspaper and laughing. "You're not some street magician, you're the great 'Angel'."
Benson's words made both Clay and Melissa laugh.
The servants and maids around were also laughing, but they just thought that Mr. Benson of the Moretti family was making a harmless joke, comparing his younger brother to an angel.
I didn't think at all that "Clean Moretti is a real angel."
"It's the King of Angels." Melissa corrected.
Although it was true, it was still embarrassing for Crane to hear it from his family.
But he enjoyed it.
Melissa finished speaking, took out her phone, unlocked the screen, and placed it in front of Crane.
"Look at it, Crane."
"Since you don't have any desire that requires the Holy Grail, do you still want to pursue it?" Melissa asked.
Crane picked up his phone and glanced at it.
It was a message from Cerus, detailing the current state of the Holy Grail War.
Group Chat: Holy Grail War Defender Chat Group
Sow Prince: "Report on the current status of the Holy Grail War."
Sow Prince: "Currently, the Berserker team has left, the Lancer team has left, the Loser team has left, and the Assassin team has left."
Sow Prince: "Team Archer has submitted its resignation to the referee... that is, me, and voluntarily relinquished the Holy Grail. Team Rider's Amon has expressed his disapproval of the Holy Grail and withdrawn from the Holy Grail War. Ruler will remain impartial and will not intervene."
Sow Prince: "Currently, there are only Saber Team, Caster Team, and Brother Team left. Everyone, hurry up."
Magical Girl: "The Caster team has no interest in the Holy Grail and has voluntarily withdrawn."
Sow Prince: "Okay, then let the Saber team and the Brother team fight one-on-one. You're the only ones left."
I really want Mr. Fool to be my Favorite: "Boring, I want to see rivers of blood."
Crane stroked his chin and sighed softly.
"Oh, it's all over."
"What do you think?" Clain asked with a smile, adding a joke, "After all, you are the suzerain, you are the boss."
"Then forget it," Melissa said softly, "I don't really want you to go out and fight."
Crane's lips curled up. "You actually think so."
Melissa explained: "I just don't want you to get hurt, but if you need the Holy Grail then we'll keep fighting..."
"You know what, Melissa?" Clay chuckled, interrupting Melissa's explanation. "I'm a miracle worker. Not surprisingly, I'm probably the best miracle worker alive."
"This means that no matter what you wish for, I can fulfill it, and it won't necessarily be worse than the Holy Grail."
"So?" Melissa looked at Crane.
Clay snapped his fingers and pointed at Melissa's phone. "So, your wish has been fulfilled."
Melissa looked down.
Sweet Iced Tea, who made a lot of money: "The Brother group also voluntarily withdrew."
At this point, the Holy Grail War officially ended