The sky was shrouded in gray mist, and the smell of sulfur filled the hot wind.
At the end of the sky, there were countless flashes of light falling from the sky. Those iron pieces that were soaked in the sediment of hell fell from the sky like meteors.
The rain never stopped falling, falling into the cracked wasteland.
Just like the Endless Sea that East Xia defended, this was the deep manifestation of the Russian Federation that included countless borders — the Iron Rain Wasteland.
The boundless land that was once endless, enough for the mechanical border to roam freely, was now dyed red with pitch-black scorch marks and blood.
When the defense line of the various worlds expanded and covered a total of 30 depths, this endless wasteland also expanded below the depths.
It turned into a battlefield.
Countless large groups, frozen beings, hell creatures, and even the palaces of rulers descended here, bringing war, destruction, and even the most insignificant killing.
At the most dangerous time, even the fourth layer of defense was broken through and the edge of the Reality was touched.
And when it reversed, the mighty torrent once again flattened the tides of hell, pushing everything from the Abyss back into the Abyss.
It was as if the endless war was here.
In the Endless Sea, in the country of fog that covered the border of America, in the fiery domain of the Middle East, in the endless crypts under the endless depths of Rome, in the labyrinth of India, in the sky domain of Egypt …
This was the real war of the worlds.
The battle between the Reality and hell, between humans and the Abyss.
And today, on this day, all the storms came to a strange stop. Just as everyone was uneasy and vigilant, countless large groups and legions from hell returned to their fortresses and palaces.
Everything was calm.
Until the moment the gate of the Reality opened.
The Abyss surged like a tide, and countless eyes were cast at the group of figures that descended on the wasteland.
And the old man in a wheelchair, pushed by Russell, was at the front of the line …
He lowered his head, holding the former contract in his hand.
He was drowsy.
Step by step, he approached the deepest part of hell, the domain shrouded in eternal lightning.
"It's been many years since I've seen such a spectacular scene."
At the front of the border defense line, the white-haired Feathered Serpent was smoking a cigar as he said softly, "His mere arrival has caused all the kings to pay their respects and even the Abyss to open up a path … Even the master of the Lineage can only be reduced to a foil."
Beside him, Xuan Niao nodded. "In merely a hundred years, he was able to establish such great achievements. How can such an existence not be revered?"
The Feathered Serpent was slightly dumbfounded and laughed. "I thought the Eastern Summer people would say that I can replace him."
"That's the theory, but it depends on the timing."
Xuan Niao replied indifferently, "The way of the world is unfair, why don't you become a rebel and a traitor? You bet your seven feet body and take the supreme merit of the universe. But if the world is peaceful, why bother to disturb Taiping for the sake of your own ambitions? "
He thought for a moment and finally sighed.
"The world is very good now."
"That's right." The feathered serpent sighed.
Even the master of the pedigree would sigh with emotion at the past glory of Utopia and the present magnificence of the Astronomical Association when witnessing such a scene.
No matter how open-minded they were, who wouldn't be envious?
Ambitious people wouldn't reject power, and ascendants wouldn't reject miracles. Who could resist the temptation of controlling the world?
Be it the feathered serpent, Xuan Niao, or the Russian Federation's pope, who had been silent from the beginning to the end, none of them hid their emotions.
After so many years, everyone was so familiar with each other. There was no need to be secretive and be jealous together.
To be able to become the masters of the pedigree, they had experienced countless hardships and established countless miracles. Their pioneering work, their ability, and talent were all witnessed by everyone. There was no falsehood in this.
But why can't the person who established such a peerless achievement be me?
However, although they were jealous, they would only be jealous for a moment.
Indeed, the world was peaceful, and there was no place for heroes to use their martial arts. It was the most tragic. If it weren't for the chaotic situation and the precarious situation, why would there be heroes born from blood and tears?
If the Astronomical Association collapsed, even if there was a chance to create another peerless achievement, what was the point of winning after sacrificing so much and losing so many fellow soldiers and companions?
Just like that, under the gaze of the present realm and hell, the group slowly moved forward.
Finally, they came to the front of the border, the boundary of the abyss.
On one side of the border, three masters of the pedigree stood. On the other side, in the heavy darkness, several huge silhouettes slowly emerged, quietly waiting.
The wheelchair came to the front of the border.
The sleepy old man seemed to wake up. He raised his head and looked at the people behind him, "Thank you for your trouble."
No one spoke. They just nodded silently, expressing their admiration and blessings.
"Work is about to start again."
Just like that, Marcus sighed softly. He raised his skinny arms and pushed the wheelchair with all his might. He crossed the border and walked into hell.
In the darkness, a skeletal face that looked like a huge goat's head slowly emerged. Pale flames burned in the eye sockets.
He recognized the man in front of him.
"Mr. Marcus, I've been waiting for a long time." The messenger from the Thunder Sea said, "The door of my master's palace has been opened for you."
"Then please give me a push."
Marcus smiled and patted the wheelchair, "I can't walk anymore."
"It's my duty."
The goat-headed messenger stretched out his withered claws and took over Russell's work. He pushed him and walked towards hell.
Behind him, the huge silhouette in the darkness also moved. When the footsteps stepped down, there was a loud noise like a landslide.
Just like that, they gradually went away.
It was as if a special path was prepared for him. In just a short time, the endless scenes in the darkness changed. They crossed the barren mountains, the crimson river, the strange maze, and the countless manifestations of hell.
They came under the endless dark clouds. Thunder coiled above the sky, like countless wings fluttering, swimming, and illuminating the towering city in front of them.
And the long and narrow door towering into the clouds.
Under the guards of the giants on the city wall, countless gazes looked down.
They had already gone deep into hell and came before the ruler's royal carriage.
What they saw along the way was a solemn scene. There was no noise in the empty palace. The tiny wheelchair and the messenger were as insignificant as dust in front of the building built by the giants.
The messenger respectfully pushed the wheelchair forward until they reached the endless jade steps, in front of the palace flickering with lightning.
"This one will send you here."
The goat-headed messenger clasped his chest and withdrew, "My King is waiting in the hall."
Just like that, he quietly retreated.
Leaving the white jade steps leading to the dark summit and the old man in the wheelchair.
Marcus slowly raised his head until he reached his limit and once again saw the palace in his memory.
After so many years, it was still so majestic and cruel.
It never showed any mercy to the weak, but the strong decided the meaning of everything and the way of existence.
The throne of the Thunder Sea Grand Monarch, the strongest in the world.
The weak would not be able to witness such an enormous majesty, and even approaching it would be a sin for them.
Now, he needed to rely on his own strength to cross this final journey.
But after thinking about it again, Marcus couldn't help but sigh again.
He chose to give up.
"… I can't go up." He asked helplessly, "Can't someone help me?"
Silence.
For a long time, no one responded.
In the end, as if someone was sighing helplessly, they stretched out their hand.
Above the thunderclouds, a huge shadow and outline quickly emerged, turning into a huge hand that seemed to tear the whole hell apart. It stretched out and gently pinched the wheelchair and the old man in it, lifting him up. After a long period of danger and difficulty, he was sent to the door of the palace.
Ascending to heaven in a single step.
Now, in order to make it convenient for him, even the threshold was removed.
Allowing him to calmly push the wheelchair straight in.
Then, he saw in the palace, under the heavy curtains, a figure squatting at the end of a gorgeous short table, holding his chin in boredom.
In terms of pure destruction and power, in terms of pure self-power, he deserved to be called the strongest in the Abyss!
Countless people recognized him, countless people revered him, and submitted to him.
The eternal overlord of the Thunder Sea, the ruler of rulers, the king of kings.
— — Thunder Grand Monarch!
He didn't have a huge body and height like other giants. When he sat next to the short table specially prepared for guests, his body was less than two meters tall, even shorter than a newborn dwarf giant.
No matter who looked at him, they would think that he was a handsome and tough man.
His upper body was naked, and his arms and chest were engraved with ancient totems.
His beard was neatly trimmed, and his short hair was like needles.
His eyes seemed to be cast in gold, shining and majestic.
"Was this specially prepared for me?"
Marcus looked around at the large and small furnishings and couldn't help but laugh: "It's really flattering, Grand Lord."
As if bored, the Grand Lord raised his hand, casually picked up the fruits from the Realm, and threw them into his mouth: "I wanted to embarrass you on purpose."
"I know."
Marcus nodded: "I have experienced the necessary etiquette for an audience with the Grand Lord. But why do you have to help me this time? "
"Because you are old, Marcus."
The Grand Lord looked at the old 'old friend' in front of him, and it was unknown whether his expression was lament or pity: "Look, I haven't seen you in such a short time, and your body has become so decayed, pitiful in your twilight years, like iron that has melted in time.
Despite this, only your soul is still so beautiful and enchanting … "
"Haha, enchanting? I don't think so. "
The corners of Marcus' mouth curled up slightly, "Maybe your taste is strange, Grand Lord."
"For hell, is there a treasure better than such a soul?"
The Grand Lord shook his head and told him patiently: "My promise remains unchanged, Marcus. If you come under my command, I will give you the position of ruler.
When you experience the eternal joy of hell in my palace, you will understand how ephemeral and fragile everything you love is. "
Marcus nodded slightly: "That's really tempting."
"But you want to refuse, right?" The Grand Lord shook his head indifferently: "I don't mind your refusal or anger, but you can think about it."
"Forget it, Your Majesty."
Marcus shook his head, ignoring the vicious gazes of the rulers on both sides, and replied with a smile: "My dream is very beautiful. What you give me can't compare to it."
Dead silence. In a brief moment of dead silence, the shoulders of the Grand Lord sitting at the end of the short table trembled slightly, and the whole sea of thunder reverberated with earth-shattering thunder.
Like the laughter of the Grand Lord, a terrifying roar reverberated.
It ravaged everyone's eardrums.
"Which side of us is the real hell, Marcus?" The Senior Lord laughed, leaning forward and backward, "Which side of us is the crazy one?"
"If there is not enough madness, how can there be the determination to fight hell?" Marcus replied calmly.
"Be crazy over there, keep your modesty and pride, and love what you love, Marcus. Only you have the privileges I promised, so you can be called a soul that I recognize."
The Grand Lord nodded and no longer tried to retain the treasure that did not belong to him. Instead, he raised his head and asked: "So, Marcus, as the emissary of my enemy, why have you come?"
"The remains of the old world."
Marcus replied bluntly:
"Grand Lord, today I want to take back the fragments of Gaia."
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