What the f * ck are you doing here?
After a moment of sluggishness, Russell stared at the apologetic guy with wide eyes, full of confusion and shock.
In the coffee shop, the social worker looked away awkwardly, revealing a pitiful, innocent, and tired smile as if he would die from overwork at any time.
Russell wanted to curse, but there was nothing he could do.
The most harmless destruction brought by man was the most terrifying element of destruction. The frightening thing about the gray-clothed man was that he represented a premonition from fate.
A person who was never willing to hurt anyone would actually become the alarm bell when death and destruction came. Like duckweed on the water, pushed forward by the uncontrollable torrent, he had no control over where he went.
It was foreseeable that in his endless lifetime, he would still be running for his life to chase after this last job of his.
Until one thing disappeared between him and his job.
The moment he was sure that he was not hallucinating, Russell had already retracted his gaze. He did not waste precious time to chat with this old acquaintance.
Instead, he directly raised his head.
He looked at the dark sky.
In his hand, an ancient remnant page appeared, and the broken record of events condensed again. He recited from his mouth, "The first angel blew the horn, and fire and blood poured on the earth, burning one-third of life and the earth …"
The moment the hoarse words blurted out, they seemed to have a life of their own, echoing in everyone's ears. The entire square, no, the entire London's hustle and bustle suddenly stagnated. Everyone's ears were stinging. Then, they saw the sky turn blood red.
The disaster of nothingness appeared out of thin air like an illusion, smashing down on this huge fortress city.
Then, the moment it condensed, it disappeared without a trace.
It was like a bubble.
It was just an illusion.
However, the existence of the illusion made everyone with a soul feel a chill and panic. In an instant, a high-pitched and ear-piercing alarm sounded throughout the headquarters of the Astronomical Association.
Attack alert!
But Russell did not stop. He turned his hand, pulled out an ancient book, and recited in a solemn voice, "Now, I have become death, the destroyer of the world!"
Instantly, the light of a thousand suns appeared out of thin air over the land of London.
The illusion of death swept across like a wave, bringing with it a fleeting scene of destruction. However, the lie soon dissipated in the wind, leaving only terrified screams one after another.
The alarm was getting louder.
Russell's movements didn't stop, and another book appeared in his hand. His hoarse voice reverberated in the plaza, "I walked into a spacious cemetery, and the dense mounds made the surface of the ground uneven. The coffins were all open, and there were flames burning inside. Mournful cries could be heard … "
As a result, the earth cracked, and countless coffins rose from the flames. The disaster and wails from hell spread out.
But all of this quickly dissipated in the wind.
At this moment, countless illusions appeared in every corner of London one after another, stuffing fear into everyone's hearts.
On the square, countless people fled in all directions amidst the screams and shouts of terror.
The depth alarm was triggered, the war alarm was triggered, the entire region's alarm was triggered, the danger alarm was triggered …
At this moment, it was as though all the alarms in London were ringing loudly. Under Russell's will, panic and fear spread out.
There was no time to slowly go through the process. Call, call, report, and then pass on the message … How much time would that take?
It would be better to be direct and efficient!
In just half a minute, all of the hustle and bustle of London fell into a deathly silence. Only the ear-piercing sound of the alarm could be heard. The originally bustling city transformed. Countless fortresses and war fortifications quickly rose up from the deserted streets.
Russell's rough wake-up call finally caused the sleeping war behemoths to raise their heads from their lairs. Their cold eyes looked down.
All the killing intent in the world seemed to have gathered on the man in the middle of the square.
As the countless weapons were aimed at him, Russell slowly raised both his hands. Without any resistance, he raised his head and revealed a harmless smile.
Boom!
The moment his identity was verified, a door frame came crashing down from the sky.
A furious Yegor rushed out from the door. He was still wearing his slippers. He did not even have the time to take off his nightcap. He roared.
"What the hell are you doing, Russell! Don't think that the Bureau's tolerance is limitless! "He roared as he grabbed Russell's collar. His spittle flew everywhere." Isn't it just a little budget? Why bother? I only slept for ten minutes … "
"I think you should thank me."
Russell was still smiling. He shrugged helplessly and pointed behind Yegor. Then, he made a 'please look' gesture.
Yegor turned around in confusion.
Then, in the messy coffee shop, he saw a figure that no camera or aiming device could capture.
He widened his eyes.
He looked again and again. He rubbed his eyes madly as his blood pressure soared.
Instinctively, he reached for the blood pressure medication in his pocket.
"F * ck!"
Before Yegor could say anything, he heard a clear sound not far away.
Pak!
It was as if a glass was broken.
Without any warning, a pitch-black crack appeared in the space. A dazzling golden blade protruded from the crack and slowly slashed downwards.
It tore apart the insignificant obstruction in front of it.
Immediately after, a figure swaggered out from behind the opened door.
The man's skin was slightly dark and he was wearing countless gold jewelry. After he sheathed the dazzling sword in his hand, he did not even look at the outside world.
He turned around and knelt down on one knee towards the darkness behind him.
In the darkness, a tall figure walked out with his hands behind his back. He looked picky and cold as if he was patrolling his own territory.
His handsome and solemn face was no different from a human's, but his eyes, which seemed to have been condensed from the essence of the abyss, were pure darkness that seemed to want to devour all light, reflecting the world in front of him in disdain.
"Well, although it's a bit abrupt, I, on a whim, have decided to personally lead the army!"
The ruler from hell waved his hand casually at the two people not far away and said indifferently, "You mortals do not need to be afraid, just kneel and greet me."
Damn it!
The Withered King!
Yegor's blood pressure monitor sounded a high-pitched alarm. His expression twitched as he subconsciously glanced to his side. He realized that Russell had actually hidden behind him at some point in time!
He even wanted to use him as a shield!
Blood pressure, my blood pressure …
"Come to think of it, is this the current situation of this era? It looks spacious, but the scenery is ordinary. Compared to the past, it's a lot more boring. "
The being called the Withered King looked away and sighed in disappointment. He turned around and looked behind him. "Gala, haven't you been here many times before? Hurry up and show me the way. Where are the heroes of the Reality? "
"Uh … Your Majesty, cough cough …"
Gala coughed awkwardly and felt the countless cold murderous intents around her. She whispered, "We seem to have accidentally run into the enemy's lair."
"Hmm? Isn't that even better? "
The Withered King was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up and he laughed out loud. "The man called Marcus from last time really left a deep impression. I wonder if he's still here."
It seemed that in an instant, all the boredom and coldness disappeared without a trace. The ruler was excited and could not wait to quicken his pace.
After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at the 'mortals' not far away.
"Hey, the people of the Reality who are staring blankly over there, where is your emperor?"
The Withered King waved his hand. "I'll forgive you for not knowing your place, but I'll give you one minute. Hurry up and let him meet me!"
"… Your Excellency, the Astronomy Society does not have an emperor."
Yegor raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows, trying to control his soaring blood pressure. "As an opponent, isn't it a bit too careless to step into the Reality so casually?"
"Oh?" The Withered King was slightly stunned and could not help but shake his head. "There's not even an emperor? What a narrow, poor and boring place. "
"Ha!"
A snort of laughter sounded.
As if accompanied by a bright light, a figure with an extremely strong sense of presence descended from the passage of the Bifröst. He was wearing a white robe, and his low voice resounded in everyone's ears like thunder.
"If you want to see the emperor, you should take a bath and change your clothes. Then, you should present the invitation in advance."
The all-powerful emperor of Rome glanced at the ruler in front of him and asked disdainfully, "I've condescended to visit you. Don't you know how to be polite, country bumpkins from hell?"
For a moment, even Russell, who was hiding and watching the show, could not help but gasp. He lowered his voice and asked Yegor, "Where did you find this person?"
It's all your fault! "
Yegor glared at him. When Russell sounded the alarm, the video conference between the Central Command and the Roman Genealogy had just begun!
Who knew what kind of sparks these two egomaniacs could create when they were together!
He could only pray that these two would not fight in London …
Otherwise, it would not matter if the aura of the Astronomy Society collapsed, but it would be fun if the Astronomy Society collapsed!
At this moment, the two emperors who were tit-for-tat were observing each other's manners. Titus held the hilt of his sword and sneered. "What? You came all the way here to look up to me, but you don't even know the etiquette of kneeling?"
The Withered King did not care. He tilted his head and commented to his subordinates behind him, "Look, Gala, this head is magnificent. It can be used to decorate the collection."
"What a coincidence. I've been longing for the Withered King's head for a long time."
Titus grinned. The white hair at his temples was faintly tinged with scarlet.
A solemn crown appeared above his head out of thin air. The Correction Value accumulated by the Roman Empire over thousands of years was added to his body. Thunder resounded between the Reality and the border. The mighty echo was soul-shaking. It was as if even London was trembling at this moment.
It could not withstand this terrifying pressure.
"Very good. It's rare to find such an opponent in the entire realm."
The Withered King took off his cloak with joy and threw it into Gala's hands. He stepped forward. "After six thousand years, let me experience the power of the King of Men again!"
At that moment, all the monitors in London burst out with ear-piercing buzzes. A reading that exceeded the limit of judgment instantly burst out from nothingness.
It was as if an endless amount of the essence of hell was flowing out of that small body.
In the laughter of the ruler, darkness raged through London like a tidal wave, ignoring the many frames and the suppression from the Reality.
A solemn armor appeared on the body, and a pale sword hummed from the scabbard.
The world in front of him made a cracking sound.
From the carefree laughter!
In the blink of an eye, the sharp blade that represented the authority of Rome collided with the sword of death.
The low humming sound of the blade spread out and set off a wave like a storm. Beams of light descended from the sky, shrouding the surrounding buildings. They were like candles in the wind, constantly cracking and creating cracks.
As for Russell, when the two sides drew their swords, he had already pulled Yegor to hide further behind. It was rare that even when he was running away, he still had an impassioned look on his face. Even Yegor could not help but praise the old bastard's acting skills. It was really too successful.
"Hey, why don't you go?" he asked in a low voice.
"Are you kidding? I have old and young children to take care of. I still need to be useful to rebuild the Celestial genealogy." Russell widened his eyes and said solemnly, "Don't you want to elect a president? You go! "
Yegor looked at the rare fifth-order fighter in the world in front of him, and then looked at his old arms and legs, which made him gasp for breath after walking two kilometers while carrying a briefcase. He felt that there must be something wrong with this guy.
"I have a rough plan."
Russell lowered his voice and said solemnly, "To deal with this kind of crooked path from hell, we don't have to talk about righteousness. Why don't we just blast his mother with the cannons, close the door, and kill him here first."
I want to f * cking do that!
Yegor wanted to spit blood on the bastard's face. There was still a Roman emperor there. Who dared to open fire?
"Let's go together!" Russell suggested. "What about the natural enemy? Isn't Tyr here? There are at least eighteen crowned people in London now. Let's go together. I will cheer for you! "
Yegor felt that his blood pressure was on a roller coaster and was about to go off track.
Titus was clearly having a good time fighting. If others were to go up, Titus would probably kill his allies as well, not to mention everyone fighting side by side.
Besides, this was f * cking London. If Tyr did not stop and destroyed any organization with a hammer, he would probably be sent away on the spot with a brain hemorrhage.
Yegor's head was still buzzing. His hand was still frantically tapping on the countless agreements and regulations that refreshed on the tablet. Delegating authority, emergency preparations, and seizing this critical time to strip the key organizations from London and send them to other places.
From the moment the Withered King came to the present on a whim, this was already outrageous to the point of being unimaginable! Who knew what would happen next?!
In the midst of the chaos, when Russell looked at the coffee shop, he could no longer see the figure in gray. Only a cup of coffee was left on the table, and under it was a crumpled piece of change.
"… Gone?"
He was slightly stunned. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to have suddenly understood something. In his pocket, the screen of his mobile phone lit up silently. A series of characters had been transmitted to the Ivory Tower through the veins of the Supreme Terminal, issuing emergency notifications and orders.
And now, the two outside were obviously starting to get carried away.
They were getting high!
Even Zarathustra's secret apparatus could not maintain the integrity of the headquarters building at such a close distance. The entire depth of London began to shake.
When the gravity lock lost its balance, countless debris, green plants, tables, and chairs by the roadside flew into the air, circling and shooting out from the hurricane. It was a mess.
And in the midst of the continuous explosions, a pitch-black shadow suddenly grew rapidly in the sky.
It was as if some terrifying monster had descended from the outer universe and slammed into the three seals. It cast a shadow over the three seals, and there was also a furious roar.
On the Endless Sea, in the middle of countless blazing artillery fire from the defense line of the Present Realm, the ruler, the Dragon of Decay, circled around the edge of the Present Realm. Its endlessly festering and growing body kept crashing into the barrier in front of it.
It allowed the terrifying brilliance to continuously fall on its body, destroying and evaporating a large amount of its body. But then, the decay spread further, and the festering body and skeleton were reborn again.
As the tide of depth became more and more intense, its power was rapidly expanding and recovering, climbing to a new height.
This almost eternal aberrant life force kept sowing the seeds of disaster, evolving into endless monsters. The dragon had turned its broken body into a weapon, and with eternal anger and resentment, it smashed on the barrier of the Present Realm.
The shock wave that was enough to shake the defense line spread, setting off wild waves on the surface of the sea.
The fierce battle suddenly stopped at this moment.
"Tsk, that festering worm …"
The King of Withered's smile gradually disappeared, and it was difficult to hide his gloominess. "Why do you always like to ruin my mood?"
"What, have you had your fill? King of Withered? "
Titus asked jokingly. "I've just started."
"Just treat it as your bad luck, Human King of the Present Realm. Game time is over."
The King of Withered waved his hand casually, took the cloak from Gala, and put it on his shoulders. "I'm not interested in waiting for my opponents to slowly organize their lineups and then come to fight me one after another … Am I right, all of you who are hiding?"
"Don't worry, King of Withered. After all, the Dongxia lineage is one of the Six Great Kingdoms. It has its own integrity and dignity. No matter what, it won't attack you together with others."
At the end of the long street, Mystic Bird, who had his hands behind his back, answered with a smile, like an old man holding a birdcage in a park to watch others fight. "The two of you can continue. I'll just watch. I won't move."
"Ha, such shameless words, yet you speak so frankly. It's really impressive." The King of Withered snorted and glanced at the top of the building, the surroundings of the square, and the layers of secret instruments in the distance.
One, two, three … In the end, countless figures appeared in all directions, and they did not hide their murderous intent that seemed to have turned into metal.
"Very good. With such a strong fighting spirit and so many opponents, it seems that this journey is not a waste of time."
The corner of the mouth of the fallen emperor curled up, and he smiled as if he was praising them. His slender eyes were burning with the fire of greed. "Then, take this as a declaration of war. I will personally send it to you —"
"Whether it is the Present Realm or the Infernal Realm, I will control everything again! Your land, your blood, and your souls, everything will belong to me in the end! "
A throne made of white bones and steel appeared under the ruler's feet, and the phantoms of tens of thousands of soldiers condensed from nothingness. They cast a hungry glance at the Present Realm from a long distance away.
The roars and shouts from the Infernal Realm echoed like thunder, accompanied by the mocking laughter of the Supreme Being, shaking the insignificant world in front of them.
"I am the King of Withering, Destruction, and Termination, the ruler of the fallen country, the King of Kings!"
On the throne, the King of Withering and Bones cast a hopeful gaze at his enemies. "If you have the courage to accept the bitter fruit, then let us meet in the eternal war.
I promise, as long as you can come before me, no matter who you are, I will generously bestow supreme glory upon you! "
As the crack closed, the King of Withering disappeared.
However, at this moment, countless shadows surged up from the Endless Sea!
From the waves of the eternal sea, from the depths to the terrifying darkness that leads to the Infernal Realm, from the violent winds and torrential rain …
Far away in the depths of the sea, a line of mournful scarlet swept over and quickly spread.
Just like this, they threw aside the Golden Dawn's Stairway to Hell. They gathered countless rivers of blood and threw them from the depths of the Infernal Realm to the Present Realm.
On the blood river, the pitch-black sails unfolded under the moonlight of the Present Realm. Those ferocious ships made of white bones and nails of the dead slowly appeared from the end of the sea.
In the name of death and extinction, the Nagilfa Fleet from the fallen country began to rise!
Dozens, hundreds, thousands … or even more?
At this moment, the originally empty sea was filled with countless dark silhouettes.
In front of the strange, gigantic warships, countless chains were stretched taut. Countless huge monsters in the deep water were doing their best to pull this overly heavy surprise.
"Present Realm! Present Realm! Present Realm! "
The decks of the ships were already filled with countless large groups. "War! War! War!!! "
The monsters from the Country of Death and War were roaring and shouting hungrily. They whipped the monsters that dared to slack off and slow down. Pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the direction of the light in the distance.
It was a full five days ahead of schedule, exceeding the expectations of all the observation posts.
They crossed the depth of thirty layers, leaving behind countless burdens and baggage. The legions of the fallen country paved this huge and ferocious route with blood.
With the command from the King of Withering, they brazenly charged into the endless waves.
In the distance, between the countless borders, shining stars rose with a roar. Then, countless destructive lights descended.
It was just like Russell's guess when the gray-robed man disappeared …
From this moment on, the War of the Worlds began!
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