When the final circuit was connected, the anger that had been brewing in the furnace during the long journey and the sorrow of returning to the battlefield after seventy years suddenly began to shine with a brilliant light as the Origin Substance continued to move.
The main engine, the secondary engine, the third engine … … all of the power of the ship was channeled into the massive cannon, causing the damaged main cannon to burn red.
The sound of waves surging echoed in the narrow chamber. In the end, it turned into a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
The light of fury that had taken physical form pounced at the workshop master, breaking through the layers of shields and swallowing up the face.
In the next instant, it burned, melted, and penetrated deep into the fortress. It was like a flood that had broken through a dam, rapidly spreading. The warehouse, the production line, the keel, the cabin, the narrow corridor, and even the luxurious hall and office … … Everything was set ablaze by the light.
In the end, it shot out from the wall behind the workshop like a hot knife through butter. It was like a piercing sword that was dyed red.
It shot towards the sky.
The narrow beam actually broke through three depths, forming a fleeting flash in the dark abyss.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of something shattering that sounded like a scream.
The face that had been torn apart opened its eyes wide and struggled with all its might. Dozens of arms and legs continuously stomped on the Sun Ship.
It seemed to be cursing something in the language of Hell, but the voice was too muffled and trembling. No one could hear it clearly.
No matter how the other party struggled or attacked, the Red Dragon bit down on the fortress in front of it, not letting go.
It was like a dying mad dog.
Its eyes were scarlet red.
When the workshop owner shouted something in the distance behind him, he found that there was no response. Only the painful call for help echoed between the depths, gradually disappearing into the scar area.
In the end, he seemed to have understood something.
He roared angrily.
The massive fortress tore apart from the waist, abandoning its important components. The dilapidated fortress finally broke free from the Sun Ship's gnawing.
Countless Nightmare Bubbles appeared from the cracks and quickly covered his body, causing him to become half-transparent again and transform into Origin Substance.
He fled for his life.
His speed was so fast that he was like a ghost without mass.
But even if he was a ghost without a physical body, there were shackles that he could not escape from … …
"Huai Shi!!!"
At that moment, Raymond roared.
On the deck at the stern of the ship, Huai Shi waved his hand and threw the Ruler's body into the Ultimate. Then, a shadow flashed and appeared behind Professor Anton. Stepping on the scorching body of the cannon, he raised his right hand and shrouded the workshop that was quickly disappearing into the distance.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the serpent extended from the ground.
In an instant, it crossed a distance of several kilometers and rose from the ground, wrapping around the nightmarish workshop out of thin air. Sorrow followed it like a shadow.
Bind!
Under the shattered deck, a huge winch rose up. After shaking off the giant anchor, it connected with the Rope of Sorrow.
After a flash of welding light, countless sparks shot out from the flying winch.
The workshop came to an abrupt stop. He staggered and took a step back under the shackles and pull of the Sorrowful Rope.
It left a deep and despairing ravine on the ground.
The workshop owner roared.
The dilapidated fortress crawled on the ground, trying its best to grab something, but other than sand and bones, there was nothing.
Just like that, under the drag of the Sun Ship, it slid back another step.
The Sun Ship seemed to have really become the sun.
In the cracks of the hull, countless blazing steam gushed out. When the huge engine nozzle slowly adjusted its angle and spat out blazing flames, a terrifying power burst out from the chain.
The Rock Iron Heart crazily devoured the remaining life around it and kept pulsing. Every time, it emitted a deafening thunder.
Just like that, the huge fortress was pulled behind like a freight box, constantly rolling and bouncing.
In the end, it suddenly braked and changed direction. Countless cracks appeared on the taut chain, and the Nightmare Workshop had already risen from the ground and flew into the sky. It drew a terrifying arc and destroyed the dark clouds. Under the drag of the chain, it smashed towards the ground.
After plowing out a crack in the middle of a group of rat-men that had not died yet, it once again smashed into the ground like a meteor. Countless steel parts flew out from the crack.
It was mixed with the workshop owner's wails and screams.
In the stinky foam all over the ground, the Nightmare Workshop tried to restart. The broken chain saw kept slashing at the tight iron chains on its body.
When a lone star streaked across the empty sky like a tear, the movement came to an abrupt stop.
The huge and dilapidated workshop quickly faded, leaving only an outline that looked like it was drawn by ink. It lost its weight, color, and even thickness.
In the end, it became as light as a piece of paper.
As the thick cover closed, it appeared in Forster's hand.
Record of Events, Les Miserables!
Now, there were no more enemies on the ground.
However, on the bridge, Raymond did not even have time to catch his breath. He pushed the output gear to the limit, ignoring the wailing engine and the hull. In order to reduce the damage, he even abandoned a large amount of armor and damaged parts and sped through hell at a speed that was close to self-destruction.
Because in the sky, behind the shattered dark clouds, endless shadows were slowly emerging.
Following the sound of the bugle horn, one after another, colossal creatures descended from the depths of the abyss. More hells, more enemies, and more monsters were pouncing on this battlefield.
Under the cover of countless beautiful aurora-like neon lights, they were like bugs that had temporarily obtained a breather in a spider web, unable to escape the malice that seemed to have enveloped the entire abyss.
"Thirty-one, thirty-two … thirty-four …"
On the bridge, the snail brought despairing news. "More than forty legions are approaching us."
"Is there a difference between twenty-three and forty? They're all dead! "
Raymond rolled his eyes. "Can't you say something useful?"
"Okay." Odum followed the advice and suggested, "Turn left a little bit ahead. We're ten minutes away. Also, someone's firing —"
"What the hell?"
Raymond was stunned for a moment and only felt darkness in front of him.
On top of the overheated main cannon, Huai Shi looked up and saw the huge shadow riding on the dark clouds, as well as the island that chased after them like a fish in water.
It was as if it was directly pulled out from the mountains by a giant and thrown into the sky, staying eternally in the sky.
The terrifying scale that was almost like an asteroid hung high in the darkness.
Countless palaces carved out of the rock walls shone with the light of miracles. It was just like the reappearance of Olympus in hell, a majestic mountain that was recreated by the solidified alchemists in hell!
With such a solidified and ferocious appearance, it was not an exaggeration to call it the Palace of Hell.
Now, it had completely fallen from [Imprint of Miracles, Olympian Foundation] to the crystallization of disaster — the place of the Banquet of Demons, Tartarus!
"Let's say hello to our old friends."
In the darkest place at the top of the Demon Palace, Hades grinned. Relying on the senses of his soul, he looked down at his opponent who was at the end of his rope. "This is where you will be buried!"
Suddenly, a low drum sound burst out from the Demon Palace.
Echoing the fragments drifting in the abyss, thumb-sized flames appeared in the neon sky that was full of neon lights.
Under the transport of the Heaven Ladder, huge fragments of hell were transported to this depth one after another. After being transformed by a secret instrument, they formed countless stars that fell from the sky.
The burning stars burst out with a roar, dragging a flaming tail as they fell from the darkness of the abyss.
It was like a rainstorm.
It swallowed the tiny Sun Ship.
The earth wailed, and the spreading flames rose with a huge mushroom cloud. Everything was buried in the terrifying temperature. In an instant, it flashed and dodged the first wave of bombardment.
But then, the Sun Ship was like a withered leaf, involuntarily flying in the aftermath of the raging waves and rolling in the wind.
The secret instrument that shrouded the ship was constantly cracking.
Gregory roared hoarsely. The skinny Shepherd was like a nail. He stepped on the trembling secret instrument and forcibly propped up the shield with both hands.
His skin quickly cracked. Before the viscous blood could flow out, it evaporated in the high temperature leaking from the engine.
Now, he couldn't care less about whether it would affect the operation of the ship's technological equipment. Other than the engine and transmission system that were still running wildly, everything else had been shut down.
He had to save every bit of energy to maintain the integrity of the ship.
The gallop that accompanied Destruction was still stubbornly continuing!
Like a tired wild dog galloping on the road to death, it wouldn't turn back even if it died!
"Then, let's do it again —"
Hades spread out his five fingers and slightly rotated them. The flash of the secret instrument illuminated his malicious smile. "Double, quadruple, and more!"
Suddenly, the scattered meteorites in the sky suddenly stagnated, and the falling direction began to deviate towards the Sun Ship.
It locked onto the strugglers on the ground.
It leaped from the night sky and descended from the sky with Destruction!
"Accelerate, accelerate!"
Huai Shi roared and pressed his palm on the Heart of Rock Iron. He did not hesitate to toss the Sorrowful Visage, Dominator, and even the Gnomish Skull Hunter that he had stored in the Ultimate towards the beating heart.
The heart greedily swallowed every drop of blood. Behind the thin layer of stone, the electric light in the heart chamber surged and thunder rumbled again.
At the tail of Sun Ship, dozens of nozzles trembled violently and actually split into twice the number. Flames spurted out and pushed the huge ship to accelerate once more!
Around the ship, the remaining fine ripples of the Nether River had turned into monstrous waves.
They were running wildly.
Every second counted.
But the god of death was still close at hand.
Countless meteorites chased after him as if they had ignored inertia and potential energy. They would not give up until they reached their goal!
"I've been locked on!!!!"
Redmond screamed miserably as he clutched onto the control stick in a daze due to the massive loss of blood. As for the Red Dragon, it had not spoken since a few minutes ago.
"Forster, give me the book!!!"
In the communication, Huai Shi shouted below the deck. The panting chief engineer did not care about stabilizing his body. He unbuckled the buckle on his waist, and the heavy book sealed in copper flew out of his hand toward Huai Shi. It landed in his hand and quickly flipped through it.
The image of the Elephant Spirit, Condra, appeared on the title page and helped Huai Shi turn the page. Then, it quickly froze at the end.
Huai Shi took a deep breath, grabbed the remaining railing on the deck, and raised the book in his hand toward the countless meteorites that were chasing behind the ship.
Origin substance poured in.
Between the fine handwriting, the frozen illustration came to life again. It was given color, shape, appearance, outline, and volume.
It was the Nightmare Workshop that had just been sealed inside!
At this moment, the workshop owner, who was finally free, did not have time to breathe a sigh of relief before he saw countless terrifying flames rushing toward him …
At that moment, he only had time to let out a final wail.
"Damn it … why?"
In the next moment, the workshop was engulfed by countless meteorites.
Those overlapping destructive forces were completely triggered.
The skeleton that could withstand the bombardment of a large caliber main cannon, the treasury that could hold countless wealth, the products that had not yet been slimmed down, the slaves that were bound to the production line, and the cocoon production that every workshop owner would activate at the moment of death …
Everything evaporated in the flames and disappeared without a trace.
Only the broken remains rose into the sky after drawing a heartbreaking arc, fell on the Demon Palace, and nailed into the soil.
It was a broken pillar.
At the top, the broken wall lamp still stubbornly bloomed with the last trace of light.
Under the suspension of those cables, the workshop owner's charred body swayed alone in the wind.
The last drop of sorrowful tears slowly fell.
There was no more sound.
And right at the center of the explosion, the frantically flashing Sun Ship was unable to avoid the sweeping aftermath. Countless parts of the ship's hull scattered, and the engine at the tail exploded.
Amidst the waves, they rolled violently on the ground. After drawing out ravines, they seemed to have bumped into something invisible.
There was a crisp cracking sound.
Countless cracks appeared in the flickering void, like smashed glass, spreading rapidly. In the end, under the impact of the destructive aftermath, the illusion and blockade that had lasted for a long time was completely broken!
After the blockade, a thick fog gushed out like a tide.
It spread.
It completely submerged the broken Sun Ship.
It disappeared.
.
The violent rolling and collision lasted for an unknown amount of time.
In the terrifying turbulence that felt like the sky and earth were spinning, Huai Shi only remembered to use the Sorrowful Rope to entangle everyone together, and did his best to hold the Ultimate open.
But under the weak operation of the Divine Mark, even the Ultimate could no longer be maintained.
In the dilapidated cabin, in the darkness, only the last electric sparks flickered.
Huai Shi panted, propped up his body, and looked at the world outside the crack … There was only fog and a vague outline.
Everything in front of him was almost unbelievable.
Ecstasy.
He even forgot about the enemies that were chasing after him.
"We're here?"
"Probably."
On the floor, the rusty snail with a cracked shell was already surviving tenaciously, even if its internal organs were squeezed out of the wound.
Huai Shi frowned, "What do you mean by probably?"
"Probably means that I'm not sure," Odum replied helplessly.
Odum replied helplessly, "Since seventy years ago, no Rust Snails could survive in the surrounding area …"
So, you need to be prepared, Sir Huai Shi. Maybe the monsters brought by the deep backflow are still here. "
Huai Shi was silent for a moment, looking down at it indifferently, "That is to say, there may be a trap ahead, right?"
"Maybe. Everything is up to you, Sir Huai Shi. "
Odum replied frankly, "It's normal for a hell creature like me not to be trusted, and it's reasonable to be on guard.
However, we have reached our destination, and you should be able to see what you are looking for soon. "
It paused for a moment, and its tone was complicated.
"Although, the result may not be satisfactory …"
.
At this moment, on the wasteland, the endless thick fog filled the air. Finally, it gradually dissipated.
The Demon Palace hanging high in the sky paused slightly.
It looked down at everything in the distance.
It was as if … it was unbelievable.
After a long silence, Hades asked hoarsely, "Mathers, what is that?"
"That's what we used to be."
The solidified being of Golden Dawn looked at the world under the fog, and his eyes gradually became compassionate and nostalgic. "Perhaps, this is the ignorant nature of the utopia."
Hades didn't say anything.
After a long time, in the silence, it was difficult to suppress the mockery and malice surging in his heart.
He laughed out loud.
Tears almost flowed down his cheeks.
.
When Huai Shi stood on the broken deck again, the wind of the past blew from afar.
The fog rolled and gradually thinned in the aftermath of the explosion.
However, there was no outpost here, nor was there a former base.
Between the broken bricks and tiles all over the ground, there were countless huge corpses piled up like mountains.
The ground was torn apart by some terrifying force, leaving behind a bottomless valley. It extended straight forward as if it was going to extend to the end of hell.
In the center of the crack was a corpse so huge that even hell couldn't contain it.
It was a giant beast that stood above the mountains.
Countless crystal pillars pierced its body. They had long dimmed, and only a faint glow shone. In front of its chest was a terrifying crack.
The strike that had once pierced through the ground had completely killed the terrifying creature from the bottom of the abyss.
The only thing that remained was a huge corpse.
Thick, blood-like fog flowed out from the crack in its chest. Even after 70 years, it still hadn't flowed out …
In the middle of the mountains of corpses, there was only a small forest on the only flat piece of land.
The forest formed by the tombstones.
Like flowers growing from the bones of the dead, they bloomed silently and spread to the end of the world.
On the tombstones, the rusty nameplates swayed slightly in the wind, emitting bursts of fine sounds that would continue into eternity.
The heroic souls of the past slept here.
Together with the monsters from the bottom of the abyss.
Guarding them was a steel wreckage covered in dust.
It was as if it had been burned out and completely broken from the middle … The majestic and cold appearance of the past had become so decadent, covered with traces of rust.
It had long since died with its enemies.
It fell silently in the abyss.
Seventy years …
This was their destination.
"…"
In this eternal silence, everyone looked up at the world in front of them, silently offering their condolences to everything that had passed away.
After a long time, Huai Shi lowered his head tiredly and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Laugh at himself …
Look, Huai Shi, this is the end of the journey.
You think you're extraordinary, and you claim to be the successor. You so proudly embarked on this expedition, and you didn't hesitate to go through untold hardships to come here. You want to rebuild the great cause of the past, and you want to receive the legacy of the heroes.
But the heroes will not leave behind any legacy.
When the stars were completely burned out, all that was left behind was ashes …
You should have understood:
— — In the face of disaster, how can the heroes leave?
As early as seventy years ago, they never thought of turning back.
No matter how strict the orders were, no matter how desperate the predicament was, they would not stop.
They did not expect the arrival of the so-called savior, nor did they leave the mission to their successors. When the torrent of disaster poured back, they chose to be the enemy of the abyss.
From the beginning to the end, they never took a step back.
They fought alone with everything.
Even if they had to sacrifice everything.
Now, other than the ashes that they were so proud of, what other treasures could they give to the people who would come after them?
There was nothing more.
But even though there was nothing, Huai Shi was not disappointed.
Even if there was only dust here, he couldn't feel any anger.
He felt that perhaps he had already gone crazy, just like his predecessors. The shadow of death was following closely behind, but when he saw everything in front of him, he couldn't help but want to cheer for the dead.
"How fortunate to meet you today."
After seventy years, the late successor reached out, stroked the wreckage in front of him, and greeted:
"Hello, Nautilus — —"
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