Descendants

Brilliant.

An extremely dazzling light blossomed in Michael's mouth, as if a miniature sun had been born between his jaws.

The golden radiance was so intense that it illuminated the entire sky.

The golden light condensed and turned into a ball of brilliant light, becoming more and more compact and powerful.

The blinding light even blinded all those present. The inhabitants of Angel Island, the Knights of the Sun, even Enel, all were forced to cover their eyes from the glare.

Gan Fall's eyes widened. His mouth opened in a silent scream.

God Michael!

What are you trying to do?!

At the next moment, the ball of light turned into a burst, a beam of burning light that passed by Gan Fall's side in an instant.

The heat was so intense that Gan Fall felt as if his armor was melting, although it only lasted for a fraction of a second.

Gan Fall was horrified, his body involuntarily trembling. Never in his years as the god of Skypiea had he witnessed such a display of power.

The beam of light fell on the White-White Sea in the distance, its trajectory leaving a bright trail in the sky.

...

Velen is galloping across the sea with his tribe.

Yes, crossing the sea at full speed.

They wear special shoes on their feet. After charging the dials, they can fly through the sea of clouds as if they were skating on ice.

Velen stands out among the crowd. The left half of his hair has been completely shaved and replaced with a tattoo.

He is a Shandian warrior, not just that, he is the number one warrior of the village, the undisputed leader.

His bronzed and muscular chest is bare, exposed to the sky wind. Over his shoulder, like a badge of honor, he carries a broad sword shaped like a face.

This is no ordinary sword. It is a weapon forged from the special iron cloud of Sky Island, a unique material that not only possesses the hardness of steel but also has the flexibility of a cloud.

Combined with the cutting shell installed on the blade, this is definitely a powerful weapon.

But this man of robust appearance and imposing weapon shows an unexpected vulnerability. His eyes are full of tears at this moment.

"W-we're almost there!"

He shouted aloud with his eyes fixed on the lush island rising before them, a green oasis in a sea of white.

"Jaya Island! Our hometown, we'll arrive soon!"

His voice broke slightly as he continued: "There must be no mistake! That sound! It must have been the sound of the Golden Bell just now! Someone rang the Golden Bell of Shandora!"

"Someone rang the Promised Golden Bell!"

Velen roared almost thunderously, "Comrades, this time, even if it costs us our lives, no matter what happens, we will reclaim our homeland!"

"Yeees!!!"

There was a clamor of responses. Every Shandian warrior felt the weight of history on their shoulders, the responsibility of four hundred years of struggle.

Since they were sent to the White-White Sea by the strong sea current four hundred years ago and were expelled from their hometown, they never gave up in their attempt to reclaim their home!

The promised bell has rung, its echo resonating through the centuries.

The bell that the great warrior Kalgara wanted to transmit to Noland no matter where he was!

It's there, so close they can almost touch it.

The promised golden bell, there it is!

So, why not do everything possible to recover it? This is their opportunity, their moment of redemption.

Already, within reach of their hands——

Zzzuuup!

Valen suddenly felt his eyes light up, blinded by an intense and unexpected glow.

A beam of light burst into his line of sight, cutting through the sky like golden lightning.

Fwoosh!

Then it landed in the distant sea with a deafening roar.

Boom!

A more dazzling light blossomed, expanding like a fire flower on the horizon.

The enormous fireball expanded in an instant, devouring sky and sea alike.

The dazzling light made Velen feel that the world had lost its colors, and the sound made him unable to hear any other sound.

Whoosh!

After that, the shock wave came, an invisible force that dragged them like leaves in a storm.

Everyone was stunned, their bodies inert before the force of the explosion.

Unable to stabilize their figure at all and unable to resist even for a second. Their bodies shook violently in the air.

The deep pain he felt in his bones made Velen think he was about to be torn apart, every fiber of his being screaming in agony.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that all his comrades had also been thrown into the sky, their figures like rag dolls.

Splash!

He fell into the sea with an impact that robbed him of breath.

His body sank, surrounded by the cold caress of the sea clouds.

But fortunately, after a brief daze, Velen suddenly opened his eyes, his body moved and swam quickly upwards.

The bottom of the White-White Sea is only a few meters deep, if he passes those meters, he will fall to his death.

As the warrior chief of Shandia, Velen had exceptional physical condition and quickly emerged from the sea.

Then he froze for a moment, his eyes wide open at the sight that greeted him.

Velen shuddered, his body trembling not just from the cold of the sea.

In the distance, a huge hole appeared in the sea!

An abyss emerged in the White-White Sea!

A hole thousands of meters in diameter!

You can even see the sky below!

The clouds flow in that direction, creating a vortex that threatened to swallow everything in its path.

At that moment, one by one, his companions who had also fallen into the sea emerged.

Fortunately, Velen felt that they were still far from the explosion, otherwise they would have lost everyone!

"Get away from here!"

He shouted in a voice hoarse from the effort: "Back, back!"

If we keep going forward, we'll fall!

Everyone swam again to distance themselves from the abyss, their movements frantic and desperate.

It wasn't until a certain distance was reached that Velen sighed in relief.

"What the hell happened? That..."

Was it a meteorite?

It's a natural disaster.

"VELEN!"

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from the sky, cutting through that tense moment.

Velen immediately tightened the weapon in his hand.

"Gan Fall!"

He growled: "Are you still trying to stop us? Haven't you learned anything after so many defeats?"

The two are old acquaintances and have fought countless times in their lives.

But this time, Gan Fall had an ironic smile on his face that he couldn't understand.

His voice sounded tired, almost resigned: "No, Velen. It's not me who wants to see you this time. The sky... has changed."

"Are you...? Warriors of Shandia".

A majestic and sacred voice rumbled from above, making the air vibrate.

Velen looked up in amazement, his eyes narrowed at the celestial glow.

Suddenly, the winds fell from above and the Golden God was bathed in the radiance of the sun, or rather, he himself radiated blinding light.

Looking down at the warriors below, Michael, who had returned to his human form, said calmly.

"Descendants of the great warrior Kalgara, guardians of Shandora. Your tenacity through the centuries is... admirable."

Velen was stunned, he couldn't believe that someone remembered his ancestor.

Not only him, but all the Shandian people were stunned.

"The agreement that has lasted four hundred years is truly moving".

Michael sighed with admiration: "Kalgara's descendants still desperately fight to recover the Golden Bell, while Noland, who was once his friend, lies in a dishonorable grave, branded a liar.

His descendants bear the weight of that ignominy. The irony of fate is cruel, isn't it?"

"Who are you?!"

Velen couldn't help but ask aloud.

"My name is Michael," he replied with imperturbable calm. "I have conquered Angel Island and your sacred land."

Before you stands the very existence of a God."

Michael looked at them all with his celestial eyes with a supernatural glow. "Now, I will present you with two paths, two destinies between which you must choose."

"Descendants of the Great Warrior Kalgara, you can offer me your loyalty, and in return, I will grant you the power to return to your homeland, to reclaim what rightfully belongs to you."

But then his voice hardened slightly.

"Or you can choose to be my enemies, and face total destruction by my hand. Four hundred years of struggle, of hope, of promises... reduced to ashes in an instant."

"Surrender? Do you think we are so weak as to...?"

Boom!

Velen, who was unconsciously angry, didn't have time to finish his sentence.

Flames turned into lightning and fell from the sky with a deafening roar, opening another large hole in the sea of clouds directly in front of him.

Steam rose, clouds dissipated, and a deadly silence fell over the Shandian warriors.

"Don't be hasty to say no."

The flames surrounding Michael's body gently extinguished as he spoke:

"At least I'll grant you a moment to reconsider. Think carefully, Velen. When the word 'rejection' comes out of your mouth, God's wrath will fall upon you without mercy."

His eyes glowed with fire as he continued: "Although the White-White Sea is vast, following the direction you came from, it won't be difficult to find your home. After all, I will soon conquer the entire White-White Sea."

"..."

Gulp!

Velen stiffened instantly, the sound of his throat swallowing audible in the silence.

It was him.

The recent attack was sent by him!

That's the power that can completely destroy them with just one movement!

"Don't reject God's goodwill"

Michael smiled: "Unless you're ready to face divine wrath, descendants of Kalgara, what is your decision?"

Velen opened his mouth, a choked sound escaping his lips. He wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

The flame of inextinguishable courage that would have filled his heart forever seemed to have been completely extinguished at that moment.

"Velen!"

Gan Fall couldn't help but intervene: "God Michael is a merciful god. Hasn't he already promised you that he will let you return to your homeland? Are you willing to see how your four-hundred-year dream vanishes in an instant?"

Velen's heart beat hard hearing these words.

Their four-hundred-year dream must not end here!

Velen raised his head, his voice trembling slightly: "My God, Michael! Do you speak sincerely? Will you really allow us to return to our homeland?"

"I gain nothing by deceiving you"

Michael casually replied: "What happens on your island is insignificant to me. There are countless islands like that in the Blue Sea."

His eyes shone with purpose: "I will open that island and build there. It is beneficial for more people to settle in these domains."

Velen could only feel his heart beating hard, hope and fear fighting inside him.

Has the longed-for desire of his tribe for four hundred years finally come true?

Even if they have to live under the control of others, isn't this better than being completely destroyed?

Breathing deeply.

With a deliberate movement, he bowed his head and spoke with emotion.

"God! Accept our loyalty!"

"Excellent."

The corner of Michael's mouth curved slightly, "Then, as a reward, accept the power I grant you."

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