Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 252 The only thing that can deal with Chaos is Chaos

A few more years passed, and during these years, Owen had been constantly rescuing survivors, no matter how big or small the gathering place was. As long as there was a signal indicating that there were still living people there, Owen would go to rescue them no matter how far away they were.

As a result, a lot of people have gathered around Irving.

In the conference room, Desrick reported the latest situation to Owen who was sitting in the main seat.

"The only large gathering place left is a space platform that we haven't visited yet. The captains are leading people to rescue the remaining small gathering places. Currently, the supplies and energy reserves are sufficient. Once we bring all the people on that space platform to the Spear of Adun, almost all the people still alive in this world will have been assembled."

After saying that, Desrick sat back in his seat and looked at Owen with the others.

Irving nodded to show that he understood, and then announced the end of the meeting.

Looking at Irving's back as he left for the training room, Desrick, who had followed him from the beginning, had a flash of worry in his eyes.

Owen now has a more mature look and a calmer temperament. The only thing that remains unchanged is his belief in saving the world.

During these years, what they faced were no longer the terrifying monsters they had initially faced, but rather a powerful aggregate that had mutated for unknown reasons.

After years of fighting, even Owen has many scars on his body. These scars are not ugly, but are medals of his bravery.

Always rushing to the front and bringing a warm smile to people's faces, Irving has become the spiritual pillar of everyone, as if as long as he is there, the end of the disaster is inevitable.

The world now can be said to be the best of times, or it can be said to be the worst of times.

The former is because everyone is moving towards the same goal. In order to defeat the common enemy, everyone will move forward without any selfish motives.

Although there is no shortage of people who sell out their masters for fame and fortune in any chaotic era, the reality is that the followers of the ancient gods they are facing are known as natural disasters. Even if they want to sell out their masters for fame and fortune, they have to be accepted.

The latter was that the ancient gods' followers were too powerful. Even if all the living people were gathered, they might not win. Even though the leaders sitting in the conference room just now knew this, Owen never thought about it. All he thought about was fighting until death.

"My lord, take a rest."

Hearing this, Irving stopped training, wiped his face with the towel hanging on his shoulder, and then took the water handed to him by Desrick.

Looking at the beads of sweat on Owen's body dripping down the ground and gathering into a small puddle, Desrick hesitated for a long time and finally spoke.

"Sir, can we win?"

Hearing this, Owen looked at him with some confusion. After years of fighting, Desrick, who was already a middle-aged man, had a much more vicissitudes of life on his face and turned into an old man.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's not that I'm pessimistic." Desrick's expression was ugly. "Those fear monsters are okay. Even if there are a lot of them, we can use long-range weapons to bombard them a few times and let the soldiers harvest them. But those aggregates are not the same. Bombs and the like will not have much effect on them. At that time, we can only use human lives to pile them up. Even if you are very strong, you can't take care of everyone. And the aggregates are getting stronger and stronger. I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his words, but Owen understood what he wanted to say. He patted him on the shoulder and signaled that he didn't need to think too much.

"You just think too much, go back and have a good rest."

"But... we can hardly handle the polymers now, so how are we supposed to deal with the Ancient God's followers?"

At the beginning, Desrick thought that as long as they united enough forces, they would be able to achieve the final victory. However, after fighting for several years in a row, not only did they not see any hope of winning, but the enemy became stronger and stronger. As for them, Desrick clearly remembered that a soldier who had just promised his child that he would come back alive died on the battlefield with monsters.

Although he knew that there would be sacrifices in every battle, Desrick could not see any hope at all. He could only see that the number of people on the Spear of Adun was decreasing.

Looking at Desrick's confused and fearful expression about the future, Owen sighed.

"What do you call me in private?"

After hearing this, although he didn't understand why Owen asked this, Desrick still answered honestly.

"We all call you the savior, the great leader who will lead us to victory."

After Desrick finished speaking, Owen shook his head in denial.

"I am neither a savior nor a great leader."

Owen raised his hand to stop Desrick from saying something, and slowly narrated: "In the beginning, I was just a little lizard living on a backward planet. By chance, I met my master. I learned magic from him and saw a lot of things. At the same time, I also learned the truth about how the world became like this. Everyone says that I am a savior and a great leader, but I never think so. My identity is very simple, just a warrior, a warrior for the continuation of the world. Instead of saying that I am a savior, then everyone who walks on this path is a savior."

As he spoke, Owen picked up his weapon again, turned his head and smiled.

“Although the road ahead is dark and destructive, we may as well burn to our heart’s content. Even if the ending is destined to be death, at least we die handsomely, don’t we?”

Looking at Irving who had returned to training, Desrick stood for a long time, with Irving's unchanging sunny smile all in his mind.

"He died handsomely... huh? Maybe."

Desrick shook his head and smiled bitterly. As a warrior, he was not actually fragile inside. It was just that after years of fighting, there would always be moments of confusion. Even now, he was still confused about the future, but he knew that as long as he kept following Owen, just like he said, he would be handsome even if he died.

When Desrick came back, Deadpool came over.

"I heard everything you said just now. I have to say it now. You are acting more and more like a savior."

Hearing this, Owen smiled embarrassedly.

"Uncle Deadpool, you're too kind. I just said what I really think."

"Even so, few people have such awareness." After sighing, Deadpool did not forget to complain. "By the way, from the time I met you until now, you still have an inexplicable obsession with 'handsome'."

After saying that, Deadpool nodded his chin.

"Although it's a little early, I feel like I can leave it to you now."

"what?"

Just when Owen was confused, Deadpool raised his finger and tapped Owen's forehead.

"You have accepted Ronnie's dragon vein transformation. You should master this power. Now I have lifted the restrictions imposed by Ronnie. What you need to do is to feel this power and control it instead of being assimilated by it. After all, only chaos can deal with it."