Chapter 225: Darkseid’s Doomsday?
Blazing Ashes Form is definitely not a form that can be used casually.
Why use a slaughtering dragon knife to kill a chicken.
Although today, thanks to the “selfless cooperation” of the two “experience babies”, his total magic power has multiplied many times under the blessings and prayers of so many people on Earth, making him overnight rich, but he, Ian Kent, is a “shrewd person” who knows how to live frugally, having had good financial management skills from childhood to adulthood.
【Blazing Ashes Form】 is clearly a big spender that burns divine power（ and life, using it to deal with these two “mere” single universe level guys is like using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot mosquitoes.
Overkill, and a huge loss!
You know, Ian, using the【End Phase Body】 to transform into the new era Star Eater, has already “borrowed” the energy of two supervillains, Belial and All-Father Ultron, reaching the maximum strength he can bear.
That is, multiverse level. According to Ian, he is at the early perfection stage of the multiverse, and this strength is already very impressive in front of Sangong Mo and Darkseid, who are not at their peak.
Precisely because of this.
The two big villains fought him for so long, and he didn’t even lose a bit of skin on his toenails. Now wanting to transform is purely because he got a new skill and his hands are itchy.
Of course, to fit the image of the God of Light he has created, the Light Form passive skill brought by the new profession is also a powerful help that comes at the right time for Ian.
“The system is obsessed with me, even more than secret love.” Ian is in a good mood, gives the system a good look, and by the way encourages the system that it is just slow to warm up.
Regardless of whether the system is not responding because of shyness, seeing that Darkseid seems to have recovered from the earlier shock, his scarlet eyes once again condense the world-destroying Omega Effect, preparing to launch a new round of even more reckless attacks, Ian knows that the performance… no, the battle moment has arrived!
He instantly enters the state, the dragon king-like crooked smile on his face instantly transforms into a complex expression mixing pain, struggle, and final realization, facing the non-existent yet omnipresent “live stream room”, he uses all his strength to let out an emotionally charged shout.
“Family—!!!”
This shout once again spreads to every corner of Earth through the black box’s unscientific live streaming technology that doesn’t even follow magic or science, provided for Ian.
“I feel it! My heart of light… it has awakened!”
“It’s you! It’s your unwavering prayers and blessings! It’s the light you lent me! That awakened the power dormant deep in my soul!”
Ian avoids mentioning when to return the borrowed light. Besides gratitude, there are no other emotions on his face. His voice trembles, as if undergoing some sacred baptism.
“Without you! There would be no miracle at this moment!”
Ian suddenly raises his huge arm emanating a devouring aura, but at this moment, a color that doesn’t match his “Star Eater” posture begins to surge on that arm.
That is pure and warm golden light!
“This fist! It condenses everyone’s hope! It condenses our love for our homeland!”
“It doesn’t belong to me alone! It belongs to everyone who believes in the light!”
“You are with me!”
Ian is very good at providing emotional value. Although he took everyone’s faith and “light of hope”, he also gives all Earth people watching his live stream a sense of participation.
Ian’s grand and emotional voice, like ripples with magic power, penetrates the screen barrier and precisely strikes the heartstrings of every intelligent life around the world watching the “live stream”.
Monkeys, apes, any animals that look somewhat human-like, Ian actually didn’t let any go this time; they are all equivalent to being “forced” to watch the live stream.
What can I say, just in case, in case faith can be omnivorous.
“It doesn’t belong to me alone! It belongs to everyone who believes in the light!” This sentence, like the final catalyst, completely ignites the emotions pent up in the hearts of people around the world.
In Tokyo.
The female high school student who was silently praying earlier suddenly stands up, clenches her hands, and shouts at the screen with all her might: “Lord Ian! Cheer! Defeat them!”
“I’ll sell my panties! For your statue in Akihabara!”
Island country indeed has a lot of seafood, and the flavor is indeed too strong. The girl is moved by herself, tears uncontrollably streaming down; she feels her heart connected with the golden giant on the screen.
“Hero! Use my light! Defeat the bad guys! No need to return it later!” On the farm in Kansas, the chubby little boy stops crying, wipes his tears, mimics the hero on TV, raises his small fist, and swings it vigorously at the screen, unaware that he might regret his boldness today when he grows up.
In the slums of Rio de Janeiro, the children no longer just bare their teeth; they gather together, shouting in tender yet orderly voices, repeating blurry but powerful syllables—that’s the insignificant yet purely utmost support they can provide for “Lord Ian”.
At the scientific research station in the North Pole, the researchers put down their data records, gather in front of the screen, with solemn expressions, as if also sweating for whether Ian can win.
“Don’t lose!”
Even those on Wall Street staring at financial terminal screens, the traders temporarily forget the jumping numbers, subconsciously clench their fists, lips moving silently.
“Take out those two aliens!”
Whether for financial stability or whether they can go home after work, this group of Wall Street elites also joins the cheering team for Ian.
Faith isn’t that pure.
But no matter how small the mosquito is, it’s still meat.
They are wolves of Wall Street, not war wolves of Wall Street, so they are also afraid that if Ian fails and the aliens successfully invade Earth, they won’t just lose their lives but also their money.
Old people, children, men, women, demons, armed helicopter people—they are perhaps united like never before today. No matter where they are or what they were doing originally, as long as they gaze at the golden figure on the screen “awakening” and fighting to protect, they substitute deeply.
Especially after Ian says everyone is with him.
A wonderful sense of participation and empathy naturally arises.
Every ordinary person on Earth, staring at TV screens, mobile phone screens, computer screens, Little Overlord learning machine screens, electric ashtray cup screens…
They seem to really cross space, standing shoulder to shoulder with that “God of Light Ian Kent”! Their heartbeats synchronize with the energy pulses of the golden giant on the screen!
Their breathing holds with the condensing fist momentum!
“You must win!”
“Cheer! Giant of Light!”
“He’s carrying everyone’s hope, far ahead, he can do it! He can do it!” Countless shouts, countless thoughts, countless weak yet pure beliefs, like trickling streams, rise from every corner of Earth, ignoring physical distance, penetrating dimensional barriers, converging toward Ian’s location!
It is the most precious power of faith and light of the heart spontaneously provided by billions of beings! This force is vast and pure, like a golden flood surging toward Ian!
However, just as this massive power of faith is about to surge into Ian’s body to add some might to him—the corner of Ian’s massive mouth twitches imperceptibly.
“Again?!”
He curses inwardly.
With the previous experience of being “chiseled through the wall to steal light”, Ian is fully prepared this time! The moment he detects Tiga and Golden Superman hiding in his “belly” to intercept the power of faith!
He immediately takes countermeasures!
In a flash, he makes a difficult but necessary decision—under telekinesis control, the Earth, protected by layers of energy like a micro model, is instantly relocated!
From a relatively “spacious” abdominal energy node, it is urgently moved to a… even more secretive, more unexpected, theoretically absolutely safe place.
Ian’s invincible prostate.
Not intentional, mainly due to circumstances; thinking one more minute means more light stolen, Ian can only come up with this relatively quick solution in urgency.
This is also out of necessity, after all, biological limits are there.
Although Ian’s current form is huge and highly energized, his life form’s base template is still biased toward human male; he has no uterus-like organ with innate “micro-universe” potential, no extra organs, not even a “pouch pocket” suitable for storing a whole planet.
After all, he wasn’t born in Australia, can’t share physiological structure with kangaroos and koalas.
The prostate is already the most “storage-capable” and energy-sealed “safe” he can find under limited conditions!
“Sorry to squeeze you there temporarily, my beloved Earth!” Ian silently apologizes to the relocated Earth.
At least here, nerve endings are dense, energy circuits complex, not easy to be perceived or infiltrated from outside!
Just as Ian judged, after Earth is transferred to the “safe”, the faith flood that would have been intercepted by the light thief Tiga is now finally unobstructed and complete, surging into Ian’s body!
【Absorb massive pure power of faith! Divine power upper limit increased!】
【Dark Embers+1060, Blazing Ashes experience points+1060】
【You upgraded】
【You upgraded】
【You upgraded】
【Lord of Blazing Ashes lv7〔430/640〕】
【Strength: 1725—1864】
【Constitution: 2100—2657】
【Intelligence: 97.5—135】
【Spirit: 714—998】
……
A series of prompt sounds ring in Ian’s mind. Although one wave directly levels up the new profession to level seven, Ian can’t be too happy about it.
His experience points come from the【Dark Embers】 acquisition, completely opposite to Ian’s imagination of acquiring【Light Essence】 and gaining【Blazing Ashes experience points】.
“No! System, are you messing up? I’m clearly saving Earth from evil bad guys right now!” Ian can’t figure out what madness the system is on.
Could it be trying to attract his attention in this abstract way? Too off-putting! He’s already shining like high beams, how is it still judging him as not doing proper things?
Ian is very unconvinced, gritting his teeth, but after all, he has gathered energy, arrow on the string must be released. With such a live stream, before he controls the “global amnesia” ability, there’s no chance for NG retakes. So, despite immense dissatisfaction with the system’s judgment, he can only suppress his emotions.
Behold.
The glowing Ian strikes a classic, power-filled starting pose, fist clenched, endless light energy converging toward his fist like a hundred rivers to the sea!
“Take this! Evil! This is—”
Ian takes a deep breath.
Roars out the move name he pirated on a whim because of bad mood.
“—Earth’s United Fist!!!”
Actually not that egregious a piracy; after all, it’s his old father’s move, so pirating it is just early inheritance.
【Chaos Throne】—Form switch! Light Form!
Buzz—!!!
An indescribable, vast and pure divine power of light erupts from Ian’s massive “Star Eater” body like a supernova! The dark stardust body symbolizing devouring and destruction is, at this moment, rendered into an utterly sacred, brilliant gold!
Streams of warm yet terrifyingly powerful light glow, enough to truly blind everyone’s eyes.
He still maintains Galactus’s huge size, but the aura he emits has turned upside down, like a God of Light descending to the world!
This is the formidable aspect of Ian’s multiple professions supporting each other unitedly—different professional skills can perfectly enhance and overlay his original form abilities!【Star Eater】’s size and energy base, combined with【Light Form】’s ultimate traits, produce a terrifying effect greater than one plus one!
Ian’s fist, condensed with endless light energy like a small star, facing the oncoming Darkseid, simply and directly smashes out without flair!
No sound, because in the Dark Dimension sound is meaningless. But that fist intent, that purely ultimate power of “purification” and “protection”, has become a substantial energy flood, tearing dimensional space, instantly drowning Darkseid, who looks like an insect before Ian!
“What?!”
On Darkseid’s unchanging rock face for millennia, shock and horror appear for the first time!
Before the fist wind arrives, his battle-hardened Dark New God body, almost immune to most energy attacks, already feels unprecedented stinging and melting!
Yes, Darkseid’s proud dark divine power, enough to withstand Omega Effect backlash, melts like ice and snow before this pure light!
It begins to rapidly evaporate and dissolve!
The foundation of his existing power is being fundamentally dismantled!
“Damn it!!!”
Darkseid lets out an extremely unwilling roar, desperately urging the Omega Effect to resist and twist this light, only to find his rule power so pale and powerless before this grand light!
“You’ve been hiding your strength!!! No! This isn’t the power Earth people gave you!” This is the last thought and roar in Darkseid’s mind.
The golden light completely engulfs Darkseid’s figure. Those scarlet eyes representing darkness and destruction ultimately annihilate in the endless light.
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+99999】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+99999】
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points+99999】
……
What is the true great tonic.
Darkseid proves himself.
Frenzied continuous system prompt sounds ring in Ian’s ears.
