Dialan said:

"I don't know what the other unspeakable ending is, but since even the Crown Prince of the Empire can't describe it in words, it must be extremely terrible. I can't guarantee that in such a future, Li Aozi and I will fulfill our mission…"

"Moreover, even if it's a beautiful ending for me, it's actually left behind by Lord Entropy, and I'm afraid it's a trap of his."

"I think, thinking that way is narrow-minded."

Wilde, resting his chin on his hand, said:

"Before this, you couldn't even find your goal, living a mundane and meaningless life. Now that you have a goal, it's just that you see the clear path ahead."

"The clear path…"

"Either you lose completely, or the winner takes all."

Wilde raised two fingers:

"I'll tell you something, actually, the Father and I are on the same side. We are not of some high status, on the surface, he's a priest, I'm a fugitive."

"In reality, we're both Infected with the Mortality Virus. You once called us 'Armored Knights,' but that's too elegant. Officially, we're just referred to as 'Armor-Piercing (Infected),' and once our identities are exposed, the Health Department and the army will jointly eliminate us."

"But even so, the Father and I are not reconciled to falling into ruin. While concealing our identities, we are also practicing our own values, maintaining the Empire's normal peace and taking action to destroy those out-of-control criminal Infected."

"Precisely because, for us, there is not much time left, life and death are indifferent, and if you refuse, then fight. Instead of confusion and degeneration, it's better to use the power gained from the virus, and in the end, still contribute to civilized society."

"Dialan, your situation is much better than ours. The Father and I might be caught and executed tomorrow, but you still have the chance to embrace a bright future. You've got a husband, you've got a family, you've fulfilled your long-cherished wish and completed your mission. If I were you, I'd go for it boldly, and at worst, it all falls apart."

Wilde smiled:

"As for others' feelings, others' dangers, how others' futures will be—come on, why are you always considering others? You always think of others' feelings, do others need you to consider them? Can you respect others a bit? This people-pleasing personality is really troublesome."

"Then, what should I do?" Dialan was confused: "I've been indoctrinated with the significance of my mission since birth, but I've never personally killed a single senator. I'm not even the best. Now, my country is gone, my home is gone, and I don't know what I can do…"

"You know, you've actually realized the way to end Fate today."

Wilde said earnestly:

"This kind of opportunity only comes once. You either win or die. If it were me, I would take the gamble because I have nothing to worry about anymore—for you, Dialan, it's the same."

"You don't feel it yet, because the Doctor's technology is impeccable. The Mortality Virus just couples two lineages together, but with time, you'll eventually feel that piercing, gnawing pain. Without someone by your side, you won't be able to get through it."

"So, don't hesitate any longer, Dialan. The opportunity is before you. Do what you want to do, what you should do, and don't let confusion sway your mind. You are a warrior, right? A warrior either fights bloodily and dies on the battlefield or passes away peacefully surrounded by family and adorned with honor."

"Since you said it's the last meeting, you actually have already made a decision."

Wilde stood up, lifted his hand, and gently touched Dialan's head:

"I must say, the face the Doctor crafted is quite cute. Just can't smile. I hope you can lead a happy life in the future."

"Mr. Wilde…"

"I'm half your creator, after all, I delivered the virus."

Wilde sighed:

"If the Father knew what I did, he'd surely kick me to death with a single blood-red heel counter. But now it seems, I'd rather take the kick, as my decision changed the fate of two generations, maybe even saved the world?"

"Thank you, sir."

Dialan nodded, stepping back:

"I've made up my mind."

"Go for it." Wilde nodded: "Even if the way forward is an abyss, you needn't be afraid. You are the Dragon Mortality Weapon co-created by me and the Doctor; nothing can stop you."

"Mr. Wilde, I do not fear the abyss."

Dialan's figure gradually faded, calmly and solemnly telling the other:

"I come from the Starry Abyss."

The next moment, her figure completely dissipated in the wind.

"...From the Starry Abyss. The Doctor never told me that."

Wilde touched his chin and sighed:

"Didn't expect to witness the disappearance of two generations of heroes in just a few months. Suddenly, I kind of understand the theory of lifespan."

"Whether or not you understand the theory of lifespan is beside the point."

Father Curran Raven appeared like a phantom behind him, dressed in a black-and-white robe resembling mourning attire, hands in pockets, tone flat:

"Madam told me, there's a runaway outside the city."

"Madam? Is that butterfly's information reliable?"

"She's never been wrong."

Father Curran Raven said flatly.

"Alright then."

Wilde folded his arms, spread his palms, and arrayed three translucent gems:

"Just right, let me try out these—snatched from the Health Department—I see their internal structures, these three are Sailfish, Bat, and Gorilla, right? I need to test their power."

"Without a humanoid crystallization core, careful it runs amok again."

"Ah, it'll be fine. I'm already familiar with it."

"Suit yourself."

The Father said as he reached out from his pocket, left hand holding a scarlet blood-colored crystal, right hand clutching a black crow-shaped crystal.

Wilde complained:

"Tch, same classic style again…"

The Father seemed not to hear, his face suddenly veined with dark blue blood vessels, and said lightly:

"Descending Armor."

The next moment, the earth gushed with blood like a fountain, countless crows swirled in the sky, scattering a flurry of crow feathers.

Blood and crows, gathered like a storm, wrapped around him, enclosing the Father in a cocoon of blood.

Slit—

The cocoon was torn open by razor-sharp claws, and a blood-red, ferocious crow-shaped armor resembling rusted steel broke through the cocoon.

"No matter how much time passes, your look always frightens the Health Department workers."

Wilde picked up the gem and laughed:

"When the blood crow caws, a storm of rampage is about to unfold again."

The Rampant Armor did not respond to the other's banter.

He spread his arms and instantly transformed into a mottled blood shadow, soaring into the clouds.

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