In seventy years of silence, there was no sound.
The souls that had passed away in the past could no longer respond to the greetings from the present. Only the nameplates on the countless tombstones still sang quietly in the wind.
In the silence, Huai Shi raised his head and looked up at the gradually darkening sky.
From the Realm of Reality to Hell, in just half a month, they gradually went deeper into the abyss until they arrived here. The hardships and hardships that they had gone through were nothing compared to the ones that had been buried here.
Now, their journey was finally over.
Unfortunately, it was still too late.
"Can you still move?"
Huai Shi took a deep breath, turned around, and looked behind him. "Everyone, we may have to walk a little longer."
"We're almost out of gas."
Raymond sighed and patted the keel of the Sun Ship. "Let's see how far we can go."
"It's no big deal."
Forster lowered his head and bandaged his left hand. He calmly replied, "I'm a senior member of the extreme sports club. Even if we walk a few hundred meters …"
"Then you'll have to carry me when the time comes," Gregory said. "I sprained my waist."
"… Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything." The chief engineer sighed helplessly, took off the unloaded shotgun, and handed it to him. "Use it as a walking stick."
"Okay."
Gregory weighed it. "It's just a little heavy."
It was fine as long as it could be used. Why should he care so much?
In the end, Huai Shi was silent and looked at Anton at the front.
Between the low tombstones, the old professor lowered his head and stared at one of them in a daze. He bent down, took off his helmet, and half-knelt on the ground.
It was as if he had met the deceased again.
He said something silently.
He lowered his head.
Soon, he turned around and returned.
Only two nameplates were left, wrapped around the tombstone, as if he had returned to his hometown.
"Do you want to rest for a while more?" Huai Shi asked. "We still have some time."
"No need." The old man shook his head. "Like you said, meeting and parting are always hurried, aren't they? I'm already satisfied to be able to see her again. "
Just like that, Anton turned back and took one last look.
"Goodbye, everyone."
He whispered goodbye.
Just like that, they turned around and once again stepped onto the gangway of Sun Ship.
Soon, the broken warship started its engine again, turned around, and walked out of the gradually thinning fog, returning to the desolate hell.
He returned to the battlefield that belonged to him.
When the lava in the sky ran out, the ground was covered with cracks and ravines.
This world was dyed red with blood, shrouded in the bright neon light of the Stairway to Heaven. The Demon Palace hung high, coldly looking down at the group of enemies who had nowhere to run.
Hell was deathly silent.
Only countless streams of light continued to descend from various depths.
Huge legions from the fallen countries appeared one after another on the ground of Hell. They had already spread out in formation and turned into a boundless black sea.
All exits were completely sealed off.
There was no way to escape.
In the gloomy sky, there were countless huge monsters rapidly approaching, tracing the aura of Celestial genealogy and descending on this battlefield!
However, amidst the gradually surging darkness, two peculiar lights descended from the sky.
They were very fast.
They passed through the formations and monsters from various hells without any obstructions and descended in front of Sun Ship.
One was tall and one was short, one was fat and one was thin.
They wore white and black ceremonial robes and raised their certificates in their hands. In the other hand, they showed a document with hundreds of different seals.
They were the commissioners from the Hells Music Association and the Cooking Demon Competition.
In an instant, all of Hell seemed to have fallen into a temporary standstill.
Only uncontrollable anger erupted, as if they had seen a troublemaker!
The newcomer didn't waste this precious time and directly said to the figure at the bow of the ship, "Mr. Huai Shi, you have a choice."
"Hmm?"
Huai Shi's action of sharpening his sword paused slightly and raised his head in confusion. "Please speak."
"Just now, the association has made a decision about your matter," the commissioner said.
The commissioner of the Hell Music Association said, "More than 40 calamity musicians have unanimously agreed that you have amazing talent and have created many results that are difficult for mortals to achieve.
If you are willing to cooperate, the Hells Music Association will provide you with protection. "
Beside him, the short fat man in a black suit nodded. "The same goes for the Cooking Demon Committee."
"So good?"
Huai Shi thought for a moment and asked curiously, "Then, what's the price?"
The two looked at each other and raised the document in their hands that was stamped with countless seals of the Hells Music Association and the Cooking Demon Committee, showing the contents to Huai Shi.
In the lower right corner of the document, the signature column was empty.
As long as Huai Shi signed his name, he would be protected by the authority of the Hells Music Association and the Cooking Demon Committee at the same time.
But the price was the same.
"You need to receive the seal of the abyss and become a member of the inner circle."
The two said, "From now on, bid farewell to the present realm and stay in Hell forever."
In other words, the acceptance was solidified.
Becoming a part of Hell.
"With your qualifications, in time, you will definitely be able to become a new ruler. Even the position of president of the association and the committee will not be a problem."
The commissioner said, "Please reconsider."
"This is a bit troublesome."
Huai Shi thought for a moment and shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry. Although my pursuit of art has not faded at all … I feel that there are more important things to do.
Please allow me to refuse. "
"…"
The commissioner was silent for a moment, put away the document in his hand, bowed and said goodbye. "Then, I won't disturb you any longer.
Thank you for your persistent pursuit of art. We promise that your name and the results you have created will always be preserved in the association. "
"It would be best if that's the case."
Huai Shi smiled and nodded. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
The two commissioners turned and left. Their figures flew away with the dim light.
Just like that, the last life-saving straw also disappeared in the deepest part of Hell.
"Gone?" Kitten asked.
"Yes, gone." Huai Shi nodded. "I'm sorry. Be rational. I should have chosen that one."
"Have you ever been rational? Who would expect you Celestial genealogy people to have brains … "
Kitten snorted and smoked. His tone became depressed. "Tell me, does this count as a failure of investment? After hiding for so many years, I still couldn't hide. This time, I'm really going bankrupt. "
Huai Shi shook his head. "With me here, you can still escape. Cancel the contract and go back to the paradise."
"Forget it. Why bother?"
Kitten shook his head. "Since I'm already here, it's not my habit to withdraw my investment when the wind is not good. Since I want to gamble, I have to accept my loss."
He was silent for a moment, as if he had made up his mind. He said seriously, "Huai Shi, you have to remember your promise."
"Don't think too much, Kitten. I don't need to do anything else."
Huai Shi said without turning his head. "Our contract has already been recorded in the Sun Ship's black box. The moment the black box is destroyed, all the information will be sent to the present. Even if I die, there will definitely be someone who will carry it out."
Kitten was stunned and seemed to smile bitterly. "That's good … In this case, even if you die, you won't have any regrets, right?"
"In the past, I thought that dying was actually not a big deal. It was just a matter of time. Although I was very scared, there would be a day when it was inevitable.
But now, I feel that it would be a pity to die. I still have a home to return to, and there are people waiting for me there. Being able to live is the best. So, don't give up so early. "
Huai Shi thought for a moment and said seriously, "Before you die, everyone should try to live as much as possible."
"Then what about after you die?" Gregory asked in boredom as he cracked the last of the melon seeds.
"You're already dead. What's the point of thinking so much?"
Huai Shi laughed. He propped himself up and moved his body. Under countless malicious gazes, he slowly warmed up and stepped forward.
Just like that, he looked up at the sky and waved his hand.
"I'm right here."
He asked curiously. "Hades! And, guys from the Golden Dawn … You guys are looking at me, right? What are you guys waiting for? "
In the dark sky, the Demon Palace stirred up waves from the dark clouds, brewing angry flashes of light.
And Huai Shi opened his arms.
He smiled and looked towards the abyss.
Full of expectations.
Come, come, our war is not over yet.
Our battlefield will be right here!
So, behind him, the last remnants of the defeated soldiers regrouped and drew their swords towards hell!
"I heard laughter?" Hades asked.
"Yes." Mathers replied, "Our enemy is laughing. He's not afraid."
"I know. He's never been like this."
Hades nodded and remained silent. His expression twitched ferociously.
"It's that face that doesn't know how to repent even when death is near. That's the most annoying …"
At that moment, at the top of the Demon Palace, Hades's charred eye sockets shot out the light of anger and killing intent. Faint flames enveloped his body and even covered the entire Demon Palace.
On the battlefield, countless bones and blood seemed to have lost gravity. They rose into the sky and gathered under the shadow of the Demon Palace.
A huge disaster slowly took shape from the shadow. The essence of the abyss was revealed in this crazy alchemy. Terrifying power rose endlessly.
In the end, on the throne, Hades' body and soul also dissolved in the flames.
Immediately, he was reborn from the dark vortex of disaster.
Countless hideous limbs entangled with each other as if they had turned into a pair of dragon wings. A huge creature covered in white bones struggled to crawl out of the vortex. It was as if it had been born from the womb of hell.
With a huge number of deaths and sacrifices, the forbidden technique from Helios was reborn.
This was the power that Hades had been preparing for a long time. The pinnacle of hell, the artificial ruler!
With the countless sins of the past as a sacrifice, birth, growth, and death … Countless versions of himself were summoned from the past and thrown into the furnace, cutting off the future of fate.
To achieve the eternal present.
The Four Pillars, Astaru!
The instant it was born, countless people's wails erupted from the furnace. On the earth, all life was like dust. Wherever the dim waves passed, they were like wheat before a strong gust of wind, silently falling. Their bodies and souls were completely plundered by He Di's breath.
The long robe woven from white bones seemed to cover the sky and the earth. The entire battlefield was shrouded in eternal darkness.
And in the sky, Hades' new eyes still had lingering shadows. The curse from Great Si Ming had taken away one of his eyes forever.
Even such a degree of rebirth could not recover it!
"Huai Shi!"
Hades roared. In the void, skinny palms appeared out of thin air and pressed down on the ground, bringing down thunderous destruction!
"…"
Outside the Demon Palace, Mather, who was hiding from the aftermath of the disaster, pressed down on his hat and looked at the figure on the ground.
He could not help but shake his head when he recalled the young man he first met on the Stellaris.
They were enemies who could not tolerate each other. This guy had even ruined his plans several times. Even Woodman almost died in his hands. But unexpectedly, Mather hated that he could not come.
It was as if he was facing countless companions who had stood in his way.
He sighed in pity.
"He is a hero after all. What a pity."
He waved his hand and looked behind him. "Go, Frankenstein. End the grudge between you and him."
In the double helix behind Mather, the huge monster that had been silent for a long time roared and roared in anger. The mutants that had been carefully cultivated from countless Abyss bloodlines raised their strange eyes.
The strange body was so skinny and had the texture of a tree. Big mouths covered its body.
When the dim light illuminated the strange giant, a sinister shadow was projected in the sky. It was like a huge tree that reached the sky.
There were no flowers or leaves. Only withered branches spread out angrily.
Under the cultivation of the Land of Dreams, the remnant of the Rotten Dream was reborn with the appearance of a giant. After making up for its own flaws, it even went one step further!
It had authority in its hands!
The moment it descended, countless phantoms rose from the ground. Countless trees of bones broke out from the cracked ground and stretched straight up as if they were going to reach the end of the sky.
All the lives it had devoured were reborn under its power and became one of the trees in the endless forest.
And now, the Desolate Trees in all directions were rapidly closing in on Sun Ship at the center. Countless branches that grew horizontally formed a blockade that had no gaps left.
There was no room for relaxation. Under the hatred, it went all out!
And a minute ago, two depths away, in a certain hell, a group of travelers seemed to have sensed something and slowly turned around.
In the shackles, the general sneered and looked at the muscular old man in front of him. "You're not going to make a move?"
"What does it have to do with me?"
Old Luo waved his hand coldly and did not stop walking. "As a teacher, it's already benevolent to bring a student out. He chose the path himself, so he has to walk it himself. At most, I'll shed a few tears for him and take revenge for him in the future."
"So cold."
The general chuckled and glanced at the fog dissipating in the Scar Area. "Moreover, it's too late."
Because in the depths of hell, in the darker shadows, there was a furious ruler that was rapidly rising!
She harbored a deep-seated hatred.
It did not even care about the direction of the Abyss Tide. It threw the War of the Worlds aside. The moment it smelled the scent of Celestial genealogy, it turned around and rushed straight to the Scar Area.
Between the layers of depths, amidst the endless curses, was a huge eyeball covered in scars.
In the center of the eyeball, it seemed to have been severely injured by something and could not be healed until now. Rotten tears mixed with dead thunder kept flowing down.
The ruler who had been severely injured by the Republic roared silently. This hatred that had been brewing for a hundred years had turned into reality and stirred up deep waves.
It sped up.
Then … the moment before it descended, it stopped abruptly.
It seemed to be blocked by a huge monster.
It hovered outside hell.
But in front of him, other than countless fragments of disturbance and the dust of hell, there was nothing else. If there had to be something, then there was only one … an innocent rust snail passing by.
Lonely, helpless, pitiful, and liked to watch fun.
Such a small thing blocked in front of the ruler.
"I'm sorry, can you wait a moment?" the snail said pitifully.
"…"
In the short silence, an angry roar soon sounded, "Odum, a piece of trash like you still dares to appear in front of me?!"
"Hmm?" The snail was shocked. "Weren't we good friends back then? Well, just before … when I was still the ruler? "
"Friends? Is there such a thing in hell? " The eyeball sneered. "Besides, I don't remember having a friend who helped the people of the present realm after being defeated by them!"
"Why do you have to be like this? I have my own difficulties as well. "
Odum sighed helplessly. His short tentacles scratched his big eyes and reminded, "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor back then … Just give me face, go home, sleep, and pretend that you didn't see it, okay?"
"Not good!"
The ruler asked coldly, "Answer me, Odum, why are you stopping me? What are you planning! "
"I'm not planning anything."
The snail replied innocently, "Friend, you know me. What else can I do? In order to make things more interesting, in order to have more fun.
Of course, if you think that this reason is still not enough, then … it can also be to protect you. "
"Protect … me?"
The ruler sneered in disbelief. "You?"
"Yes, that's right."
Odum answered seriously, "Because if you go, you might die."
As if describing a truth, Odum solemnly emphasized, "Not only you, but soon, everything that goes there will die.
In the most tragic way … "
The broken eyeball was silent. It didn't know whether it should laugh or not. It didn't know what kind of joke this was, or whether it was a lie told by the damn thing in front of it to have fun.
But soon, it didn't have to be confused anymore.
Because it was trembling.
Fear.
It couldn't help but tremble from its body to its soul. Its huge pupils dilated and felt an unprecedented chill.
It didn't come from in front of it, but from behind.
In a deeper abyss.
In a darker and more chaotic place, at the bottom of hell that was eternally silent, in the ocean that was full of disasters and despair, something was slowly rising!
It wanted to scream, but it couldn't make a sound.
When it wanted to escape, it was already too late. It was already too late.
That thing was already very close to him.
It couldn't see, couldn't feel, but every part of its body, even the sticky pus that flowed out of its wounds, was screaming silently. The screams of despair could only echo in its soul.
A shadow more terrifying than death shrouded it.
But soon, it couldn't help but tremble. It almost wanted to roar crazily because the indescribably terrifying torrent had flown past.
It brushed past their existence.
It didn't care as if it was looking down at a speck of dust. The torrent of disaster swallowed everything in front of it. It left the two lucky ones behind and flew into the distance.
At that moment, the sky in the scar area broke.
Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the dark dome. The earth trembled and the sky shook. Everything seemed to let out an ear-piercing scream in an instant.
That was hell. Hell was wailing.
Pure darkness poured in from the cracks like a waterfall and turned into a fierce tide. In an instant, it swept in all directions.
And right after the countless cracks formed a gigantic fissure, a huge burning object crashed down with a loud rumble!
Towards everything in front of it!
In that instant, on the battlefield, everyone's vision went dark. Countless monsters had silently exploded the moment they saw and heard what was happening.
Huai Shi only felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
He only saw darkness. The darkness was burning … But was that really darkness? Or was the naked eye deceiving him?
His brain and soul were wailing. All his senses had deviated from himself and were beyond his control. They constantly presented him with complex and strange outlines, but he couldn't define everything in front of him in a cognitive way.
He even began to wonder if that thing really had a body.
Or perhaps, he had gone mad.
Was he sinking into the illusion of despair and unable to extricate himself?
But why … could he not help but want to cry?
"What … exactly is that?"
In the abyss, the trembling ruler roared at the snail, "What the hell is that thing!"
"That's a monster, my friend."
Odum answered hoarsely, full of pity and fear, "A real monster created by the Celestial genealogy, no, the former Utopia, by those lunatics who once destroyed us in order to save their world!"
At that moment, the endless darkness seemed to have found a home.
It shrank from the roar, gathered into a beam, and sank into the former battlefield, into a steel wreckage riddled with holes.
In the burning fire, the rusted steel gathered again from the disaster. Endless power gathered in it, forming the solemn and cold outline of the past.
And on its body, countless crystals of disaster gathered, forming an upside-down Utopia emblem, blooming with the light of fury!
Deep Sea Battleship, Nautilus!
Endless hatred and anger were ignited once more.
The roar from seventy years ago resounded in the abyss again.
Goodbye, hero!
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