The ground was dyed red by blood, and the sky was burned black by the flames.
Between the broken heaven and earth, all the things that had passed away.
The dead, the lost companions, the faces of those who sacrificed themselves, the smiling young people who fell in the ruins, their eyes empty … The old people who were struggling at death's door, the regretful and desperate warriors, the wounded who cried silently, and more … more …
More faces that he didn't have time to remember.
More hatred that he didn't have time to remember!
Hatred! Hatred! Hatred! Hatred!
Hatred for everything in front of him, hatred for himself, hatred for hell, hatred for all enemies … hatred for the traitor who created all of this!
In the depths of hell, in the surging darkness, a resounding voice rang out.
It was so harsh.
Like a sorrowful cry overlapped with a furious roar, the voices of countless people echoed from the soul, and the memories of despair appeared again, filling his mind …
Huai Shi closed his eyes, but he couldn't avoid it.
There was more, more power emerging from the darkness he had created. From his soul, the lost souls were reborn. Through his body, through his breathing, he breathed, and through his eyes, he saw the world.
Then, the pair of eyes opened, burning with scarlet flames.
Everything in the past came back again!
"— — █ █ █!!!!!"
The darkness that seemed to have substance roared and spread out, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Even Huai Shi's outline was difficult to see. The monster that was forged by the essence of the abyss and the determination of the world was constantly changing its body, breaking through the barriers of the human body, and quickly adjusting the structure of its huge body. On the Nautilus that was covered in blood and fire, pairs of crazy eyes appeared.
Like breaking through the sea, the monster flew out of the darkness with a hiss, and brazenly crashed into the city gate that was close at hand. The so-called high wall, the so-called iron wall, the so-called independent place, at this moment, under the impact of the Nautilus, cracks appeared.
It was trembling.
The heaven and earth roared, and the earth shook. Between the heaven and earth that had turned pure white, there was only this wriggling black madly rushing forward, leaving behind pitch-black traces.
His last line of defense had fallen apart just like that!
In this loud cracking sound, the many projections in the palace instantly dimmed, and everyone looked at Aleister in shock.
But Aleister didn't say anything.
He just silently stared at the inky color that rose into the sky.
After a long, long time, a strange expression appeared on his calm face.
It seemed like a self-mocking smile, but it also seemed like a stunned anger. Entangling between his lips and teeth, it transformed into a kind of ferocious expression that made people shudder.
In the beginning, it should have been a sure-win situation, but as the series of events unfolded, the situation unknowingly changed.
And at this moment when he was at his weakest, when his joints were at their weakest, they were actually forced to the front by such a strange move!
So this is the Disaster Sword?
"I've really been played for a fool …"
The face that looked like a stone statue finally began to move. But there was something wrong. At this moment, they should be irreconcilable enemies, but he couldn't conceal … his joy and happiness!
"I'm sorry, everyone. It looks like the meeting is over."
He said, "The war has already begun."
And the enemy was right in front of him!
In that instant, all communications in the palace were unilaterally cut off by Aleister. Not caring about what those people wanted to say, Aleister closed his eyes on the throne, and his figure turned into a stream of light and dissipated.
When he reappeared, he was already standing at the very top of the palace. He raised his hand and mobilized the power from the Book of Magic, causing the crumbling city to heal once more.
The solidified being of Golden Dawn looked down at the rampaging darkness, no longer concealing his tracks and killing intent. "Come, come, Huai Shi, I'm right here!"
What answered him was a roar that wanted to tear the world apart.
It was like a call, a rebuke, a curse … Or perhaps, it was nothing. It was just a monster roaring at its prey and enemy.
Huai Shi felt himself burning. This remnant of his soul was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The power that he had summoned!
With Gaia's blood as the foundation, he had imported the records from the Book of Destiny. In one fell swoop, he had emptied more than half of Bechymos's origin substance reserves, as well as all the hellish precipitates and disasters that could not be used in the present realm. He had recreated those solidified souls filled with hatred and despair.
He did not pursue stability or longevity. Instead, he used all the conditions he currently possessed to obtain the purest destructive power in this short war.
But now, when this ferocious will that had been forged from countless frozen souls descended upon her, Huai Shi actually began to feel … like she couldn't bear the burden!
Even when compared to the monster Nautilus at its peak, its current scale was not even one percent. But wasn't the reason why Nautilus was so terrifying precisely because of this hatred that would not change with the strength of its power?
His body and soul were still too weak, not even enough to be a vessel for that power. Instead, they were assimilated by the negative will produced by the countless souls …
Countless turbulence surged in the darkness. Countless deranged souls were instinctively tearing at his will.
It would only take an instant for him to be completely annihilated.
But fortunately, there was something more important in front of Nautilus at this moment.
The location of the enemy!
The former traitors were right in front of his eyes!
The moment this reality was discovered, the countless turbulence of souls surging within Nautilus instantly calmed down. There was no need for discussion, no need for communication, and even no need for Huai Shi to do anything. The hatred that filled the deepest parts of the souls uniformly pointed at the irreconcilable enemy.
Under the guidance of Huai Shi's will, with this hatred as the medium, they completely converged into one!
"If that's the case …"
In the deepest part of Nautilus, Huai Shi felt the endless power and will operating.
The surging darkness suddenly shook. Nautilus's huge shell was torn apart like a giant beast opening its mouth, revealing the Sword of Virtue that was rapidly condensing and growing within.
The Sword of Virtue that was dyed pitch-black no longer had any brilliance or flowing light, only a bone-chilling grayish-black.
Amidst the roars and screams of millions, dawn passed.
Virtue was no longer there.
There was no need to obediently walk into the quiet night. Roaring or screaming did not matter. Open your arms and embrace the darkness of the abyss and hell.
Eternal darkness, eternal monsters were born here.
It was no longer the dazzling flame of the past. At this moment, the surging flow of eternal darkness gushed out from the giant mouth. When humility degenerated into arrogance, loyalty mutated into lies, honor was abandoned, compassion was replaced by ferocity … From the solidified virtue, what was bred was a sin that surpassed all the poisons in the world!
The palace collapsed. Wherever the light of darkness passed, blood-red flames burned everywhere. Like palms, they crazily pulled everything around them.
Everything meticulously built by the Golden Dawn was shrouded in the flames.
Along with Aleister.
But when the buildings were burned to ashes, the earth peeled off like a piece of paper, revealing countless words hidden under the surface. Countless records of events flowed in it, and the records that had been passed down in history were once again reshaped.
All the collapsed buildings shrank toward the center and turned into a giant tower.
At the top of the tower, Aleister reappeared.
"Go, go, sorrowful melody."
The low chant from the solidified one echoed in the collapsed city, "Be silent, sweet melody, or I can only cover my face and run —"
The poem of the past was recited again at this moment, but the meaning was so mocking.
And under Aleister's command, the Book of Magic was activated again. From the endless records, he pulled out the part he wanted and condensed it into an ancient book that appeared in his hand.
The chant continued.
In an instant, a torrential rain poured down. Time fell like rain from the sky. The gloomy rain fell into the darkness and sizzled.
The world was bleak.
A corrosive stream that was not inferior to the Blue Crown Dragon's came down. Many rust marks quickly appeared on the body of the Nautilus. The scale-like armor quickly fell off and disintegrated.
But then, in the torrential rain, countless strange flowers and plants grew out from under the cracks. They dotted the surging darkness and quickly withered, sprinkling countless iris flowers.
Amidst the scattering petals, the enraged monster roared and changed its direction, diving towards the tower!
Countless barriers shattered one after another.
The steel on the Nautilus's ferocious horns grew rapidly, clanging in the darkness as they transformed into the shape of a giant hammer. An unexpected amount of power burst forth from it. Everywhere it passed, everything in its path was torn apart. Even the cover of the Book of Magic began to crack.
Aleister's expression changed slightly. The book in his hand dissipated, and the remnant page of Boga Fengge appeared for a moment. Immediately afterwards, the Heretic Monarch's projection appeared and punched at the falling Nautilus!
In that moment, a blazing flame spewed out from the Nautilus's tail.
The phantom of a wolf beast appeared.
The Origin Substance in the depths of the darkness changed again. All of the surging souls condensed into the purest form. The pain and sorrow from the long struggle were given an unparalleled weight.
The Nautilus's massive body had already been refined into Huai Shi's Origin Substance Equipment.
— Hammer of Pain!
The giant hammer and the steel fist collided in an instant. Accompanied by a shockwave, an earth-shattering explosion erupted. The Heretic Monarch's projection formed by the records of events was also cleanly shattered. The Nautilus with its broken horns had already smashed into the giant tower formed by the Book of Magic, causing the center of the tower to tremble. The spreading aftershock tore the pale earth apart.
But the Nautilus strangely turned from a solid body into a shadow once again, condensing into a solemn outline from the darkness. The symbol of the Republic was still burning.
It was unharmed!
Like a ghost, formless and formless.
"Please remember me as if I were the dead." In the depths of the collapsed ruins, Aleister's hoarse voice sounded again, "My heart is buried here!"
Byron's poem reappeared.
The earth trembled. The flowing words gathered in a blank space, forming countless secret arrays that overlapped with each other. Finally, the framework from the Creator appeared.
Sharp double spiral crystal pillars rose from the ground, separating the inside from the outside and supporting the heavens and the earth. The essence of the Abyss' bloodline was brewing in it — Mathers' framework was actually used by Aleister without any hindrance. It was even no different from him being here.
Countless ferocious giant trees rose from the ground. The Living Desire was recreated as a tool of war and instantly pierced toward the Nautilus.
The sound like a baby crying sounded again. In an instant, countless roots wrapped around the Nautilus, absorbing the monster's power and germinating and growing.
But in the Nautilus's angry roar, the scarlet blood fire reignited.
The killing intent condensed into matter.
Deep cracks bloomed on the body of the Living Desire, as if it was chiseled by a giant axe, quickly breaking and collapsing.
Only the hair-raising chewing sound spread in the darkness.
The Desire for the World, which was only in appearance, could not stop him. Even the real Desire for the World was just prey in front of Nautilus.
But in this short moment, outside the double spiral framework, the pure white city that was recreated lit up with a blazing light.
"Look! Next to the Throne of Winter, the iceberg trembled when it heard the warning of the typhoon. As long as a cloud flashes with lightning, millions of islands will be illuminated by it — "
Under Aleister's call, under the broken clouds, a solemn rainbow rose inch by inch.
The Heaven Ladder!
In the deepest part of the independent place, the preheating of the Book of Magic was finally completed and entered a new stage.
And the ruler's crown had been blessed on the head of the solidified one!
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