Captain – Chapter 739 – Setting Sun and Dimming Stars, Perfect Jade Develops Flaws

The deity nodded, agreeing to leave.

Thus those invisible threads surrounding her, symbolizing her bonds with the world and those close to her, all suddenly became chaotic and scattered, like drifting dandelion seeds.

And that graceful figure, who had done nothing but gently nod her head, also grew much more distant.

Though she still stood in the same place, the feeling she gave was as if she had already gone to the highest place, her flowing gauze skirt’s hem already able to touch that door and starlight.

The deity’s promises, or rather, at least this Lady’s promises always came true.

Since she had agreed, she would naturally return.

Seeing this situation and feeling the gentle, pitying emotions in the Lady’s eyes, the man knew this matter was settled, knew that the world’s future would ultimately belong to humanity.

So he withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and asked the Lady a question like a murmur in sleep.

“I did well enough, didn’t I, Lady?”

His voice was no longer majestic, returning to reverence, only because of the “drowsiness” and that approaching shadow, it was very soft, very soft, and those lion-like captivating pupils had also grown dim.

Emotions faded, and his eyes also became dim and unfocused.

No longer showing seas and galaxies, but like a setting sun, slowly sinking and darkening.

As if the next moment would welcome night.

Hearing the man’s whisper, the Lady turned and lowered herself, pressing her height slightly lower than his, then gently covered his gradually cooling hands with both of hers.

“Yes, and among the people I chose, you are the one who did the best.”

“You truly accomplished it, Tiger.”

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Hearing the deity’s gentle words, knowing that he had ultimately fulfilled her hopes and not disappointed her, and seeming to foresee the dawn that would eventually pierce through the rainy night, mist, and the devil’s shadows, the man on the throne smiled and closed his eyes.

“That’s good then.”

These were the last words left by this final Guardian of Law.

Then his head drooped a little lower, with no more response or trace of breathing.

He fell asleep thus, forever.

During this process, the Lady did not move at all, still gazing lovingly at his face, until she was certain that this comrade’s soul had gone to the place of eternal rest, then like a blessing, even like coaxing a child, she softly whispered.

“Good night, child.”

As the words fell, her hands left the man’s rough, gradually cooling hands. She straightened up, gazing toward the sky, not looking at the present world or those close to her again.

There was no more lingering in her star-brilliant eyes.

Because in fact, she had already silently watched this world and those children for hundreds of years, and after the ice sea battle had been mentally preparing for this day every moment.

The complex bitterness, reluctance, and many more struggles had all settled at that time.

From the beginning, she had never thought of refusing.

Lingering was finished, the comrade had gone to sleep, and all spirits here were still threatened by that devil.

Then go, leave them hope.

Free, beautiful hope.

As this thought fell, waves arose in the deity’s eyes, the spreading ripples disturbing the myriad stars within them, and the silver radiance of stars and moon converged to the same place, blazing as one in that moment.

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Thus the starry sky overhead also brightened, the same as above the nameless island.

The next moment, the Lady stepped forward, walking into the star-like radiance like a curtain of light.

She departed thus, disappearing without a trace.

After welcoming back the last returning child, the starlight symbolizing the other shore quickly dimmed. Soon, the sky above the Victoria returned to darkness.

In the vast darkness, there seemed to be a cracking sound echoing, like a flawless jade disc shattering.

Even if it was just an barely visible hairline crack, it was enough to make it no longer perfect.

And that sound came from the isolated island.

Only on the silent deck of the great ship, the only young man still remaining had no mind to look north, but only approached with his whole body trembling slightly, gazing at the man leaning in his throne, sleeping as in the past, knowing he would never wake again.

Because the young man had completely witnessed the scene of the galaxy flowing, had heard the conversation between the two.

He knew this was the path the man had chosen for himself, for the world he loved.

No wonder you said you were going to die—you probably thought of today’s events long ago, didn’t you?

Finally reaching the throne, looking at the man’s face sleeping peacefully with a faint curve still at the corners of his lips, Victor instead calmed down.

Thinking of the scenes of getting along with him, thinking of his sorrowful prophecy, and the will he had spoken long ago that when that time truly came, he should be brought back to the islands and buried in that small courtyard, the young man reddened his eyes and removed his hat.

He pressed it against his left chest, over his heart, sending off that great soul.

At the same time, in the northern fleet, except for Gerard and Enzo who had to suppress the devil’s great power that had suddenly erupted with boundless fury and pressed back at them, all others who sensed something removed their hats toward the south in respect.

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Gradually, through the expressions of the transcendent ones and important figures, the pirates and soldiers all vaguely understood something. Amidst their shock, they all mourned and saluted.

Even the Auran soldiers paid their respects to this shadow that had once hung deepest over the Empire’s head, but this time was also the warmest setting sun.

Of course, not all emotions arose from that old man’s eternal sleep.

There was also sorrow born from the Lady’s departure.

Beside the figurehead of the Nightmare King.

Richi and Vivian stood side by side, gazing south with slightly different but equally sorrowful hearts. Only while the young man removed his hat in respect, he did not forget to extend his other hand to grasp the cold palm of the girl beside him that trembled uncontrollably.

Using warmth and slightly forceful pressure to comfort her, telling her he was still there.

At the stern of the Goddess Hestia.

The Siren’s eyes had long reddened, only in the numerous raindrops, one could not tell if there were tear tracks on her cheeks. The ship spirit also sat quietly on the rail beside her.

Between the two “people,” or rather on the sea maiden’s shoulder, the equally downcast raven gently flapped its wings, occasionally nuzzling the Siren’s cheek with a few comforting sounds.

Due to the departure of that final Guardian of Law and the world’s last deity, the atmosphere in the waters near the isolated island was very heavy and oppressive, but some still had no time for sorrow.

Except for the two resisting the devil’s great power and restraining that Pirate King…

There was Roy on the isolated island.

At this moment, she was racing through the dense forest that she had only visited once but was infinitely familiar with, almost engraved in her heart. Even though she felt the departure of the old man and Lady, she could not stop for half a moment. Even the sorrow in her eyes needed to be suppressed instantly.

Because she had to put all her strength and focus on the approaching decisive battle.

That was something the entire present world, the people who loved her, had fought for at untold cost!

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She absolutely had to seize it, even at the cost of her life.

Only what the girl did not know was that besides the nearby seas outside the island, at the destination she was running toward, at that sacred and inviolable place of divine ascension, equally great changes had occurred—whether that starry sky, that wisp of light, or that devil.

Just after the old man on the Victoria closed his eyes, the Lady departed and starlight suddenly blazed then completely faded, a crisp sound rang out from the deepest throne.

Just as those two great ones who had departed successively had thought, that devil who had been sitting peacefully, indifferent to all things, was no longer perfect due to the pull of same-source divine power.

Even if only briefly, he had ultimately become a “counterfeit.”

Thus the star sea he gazed upon suddenly dimmed. The light that had fallen in recognition of him, less than three inches from his fingertips, froze at the instant the cracking sound echoed.

Then like when it came, it drifted back in retreat.

“No, no…”

Seeing this scene, for the first time there was bewilderment in the devil’s dark gold pupils, then barely suppressible surprise, even showing some panic. Facing this strange scene that even he could not understand, facing the possibility that all his visions would be completely shattered…

He could no longer maintain his so-called composure. He suddenly stood up, reaching toward the starlight to try to retain it, wanting it to look at him again, calling out softly.

Until he saw that starlight, which even night and lightning could not stop, dissipate and depart from between his tightly clenched fingers in the same ethereal manner, his handsome, self-proud face became pale, hideous, and terrifying.

Like a malevolent ghost whose life had been taken and whose only beloved had been trampled.

“No!”

Amid the torrential rain and thunder, he stretched his hand toward the departing starlight, howling hysterically.

Exactly like a mad beast.