Chapter 591: Chapter 591: Make your demands; I need this match to be considered a draw

Death Messenger: !!

Hearing the other's words, He couldn't help but tremble inwardly, even finding it somewhat difficult to speak words of rebuttal.

Because, that sense of crisis had begun to grow exceptionally intense.

This was no longer merely a psychological suppression; in terms of absolute strength, this "Sin" also showed a tendency to surpass Him.

The instant He realized this, His momentum instantly collapsed, becoming exceptionally diminished.

His voice even carried a slight tremor as He asked:

"Why... why would they choose to help you?"

His question, in fact, also voiced the doubt in the minds of everyone watching this game.

[: Honestly, I still don't understand why Perfect Life would risk losing the game to help Lu Ce?]

[: Can we just kick out the love-struck idiots already!]

In Lu Ce's live stream room, intense discussion on this topic had also begun. However, right at that moment, a bullet comment flashing with a name beacon suddenly appeared!

——No.3, The Creator!

[The Creator: Because they realized the essence of the game is to casually toy with and destroy worlds.]

[The Creator: The world in their game was once a truly existing world, just like ours.]

[The Creator: Winning or losing this game is important, but sometimes, there are more important things.]

The weight carried by the world's third-ranked player was still quite substantial. After his bullet comment appeared, all the other spectators directly fell silent!

Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for another top player to speak in a top player's game stream.

The reason was naturally simple: because they were all in their own respective games and simply couldn't leave comments in someone else's game stream in advance.

But The Creator, he really just didn't participate in this game at all!

After the game announced it would actively invite players to participate, he had been waiting, but right up until the game started, he hadn't received an invitation.

He knew then that "Sin" had absolutely been dealt a heavy blow this time, that this was absolutely a great calamity!

But if he could survive this calamity, the game's progress would likely take another step forward...

So he simply didn't enter the game, just waited right in front of "Sin's" game screen, watching his performance.

If he really died, The Creator currently couldn't see the next person who might bring about change. For better or worse, he was the only remaining wind of revolution.

Watching his sudden appearance, the Grand Elder in the Dragon Group, who had been observing the game screen, was somewhat taken aback, though not exactly shocked. He just hadn't expected The Creator to be so radical in publicly discussing such matters.

Regarding this conjecture, it was still just a conjecture, without solid evidence. Those who could personally harbor such doubts were relatively few.

To maintain general stability, official policy towards such news was suppression, not directly taking a public stance.

But The Creator couldn't care less about that, and he really didn't want to care anymore. He didn't care about any world influence; he knew some people were likely watching him. So, the things they found inconvenient to say, he would say himself!

The Dragon Group's Grand Elder shook his head slightly but tacitly approved of this behavior. He could also sense that this "Sin" game was different; said it was said.

Speaking of which, ever since veteran players could participate in games, he had been the only one left in this room observing the games each time, feeling a bit like an empty nester.

......

Inside the game, Lu Ce had no intention of answering His question at all. With one axe strike, he cleaved through all of Death Messenger's defenses, sending that figure tumbling from high altitude, spinning as it plummeted to the ground.

Due to the internal strife within the Saints, the faith of a large number of people in the world had broken away, and His power could no longer increase again.

Moreover, under the control of Perfect Life and Xie Antong, large swathes of angels were merely being restricted and controlled, not slaughtered, not even giving this Death Messenger a trickle of death energy!

Meanwhile, "Sin" was raising his battle axe high, gleaming with golden light under the midday sun, his aura actually growing another notch!

"I permit you to leave yourself one last word."

Looking at the Death Messenger on the ground, Pride said indifferently, yet it placed unimaginable pressure on the Death Messenger.

The Godslayer Medal had long since lit up, operating frantically. Combined with Pride's own mental suppression, even though his true strength was only slightly higher, his aura actually made the Death Messenger begin to feel unable to lift his head!

After losing the advantage of absolute power, His mentality had completely collapsed.

This was almost a common failing of all Divine Messengers. They had played too many high-and-mighty games where they dominated, basically possessing no ability to withstand adversity or pressure under disadvantage.

Defeat was like a landslide! After just a few rounds of Lu Ce catching up in power, the gap rapidly widened. Now, the Death Messenger even psychologically felt he had already lost!

But it was too late for any careful planning. That golden battle axe instantly descended from the sky, locking onto every corner around Him, forcing Him into a head-on clash.

In haste, He raised the scythe in His hand, blocking in front of Himself. From the corner of His eye, He even saw a ball of flame!

Sun had made a move, but it was directed at Him!

"I'm not helping him, you know. But you're just too pathetic. How about letting me polish my medal a bit? Put the waste to use," Sun said.

Hearing this, the Death Messenger felt a surge of chest tightness and shortness of breath, His power diminishing another notch.

After a crisp *crack* sound came a violent roar. He fell like a kite with a severed string, landing stiffly on the ground.

With a *thud*, clouds of dust billowed up. All the players who had been fighting couldn't help but stop. Even Perfect Life turned back, somewhat shocked, finding it hard to believe the final victory and defeat had been decided so quickly.

But Pride, seizing the advantage, showed no mercy. After descending from the sky, he planted a foot heavily on the Death Messenger's stomach. The momentum on his body showed no sign of diminishing; on the contrary, it was like climbing a hundred-foot pole and going one step further!

His body had now reached its strongest state, one where he could burn his life force. It was just as he said, the Death Messenger wouldn't live to see it.

Without a single wasted word, stepping on the Messenger beneath him, the great axe descended in one fluid motion.

*Hum!*

A strange frequency resonated in everyone's hearts, as if the world's time had frozen. A smile of "I knew it" appeared on Pride's face.

"I knew it. You guys really have nothing new to offer anymore."

After his words fell, another voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Let's talk terms. Put the axe down."

"This game, I need it to be counted as a draw."