What happened?
Where am I? Who am I?
And what is this bastard trying to do?!
At that moment, almost all the players in hell widened their eyes in shock. Their eyes were red, and they were burning with anger.
Huai Shi, you motherf * cker …
Not only Aleister, but even Mathers, who was outside the chessboard, could not help but roar in his heart.
He would rather you cut down Aleister instead!
What's the difference between moving the Stairway to Heaven at this juncture and destroying their lives?!
Since the start of the duel, why did Golden Dawn hold back for so long? Did they spend so much effort just to get rid of the remnants of the utopia?
Wasn't it to complete the Stairway to Heaven and connect the entire abyss faction into one?
Now that the side mission had not been completed, the main mission was about to fail. Some bastard did not want to use his own wifi and wanted to cut off everyone's wifi!
Well, if I can't do it, others can forget about it.
This wave, this wave is the same as heaven and earth!
But now, no matter how much anger and roars there were, they could not stop the sun that suddenly rose.
But right at that moment, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
A giant bone pillar that seemed to support the entire world appeared without warning in the sky and smashed down on the rising sun!
Storm Totem!
It was a war weapon from the Sea of Thunder, a terrifying weapon that was said to be able to destroy tens of thousands of troops under the wrath of the Dwarf King.
At this moment, when the giant pillar appeared, the Dwarf King's projection flashed for a moment. He seemed to be holding the giant pillar tightly and smashing it down on the mortal world.
Immediately after, the Storm Totem carried an endless amount of mass as well as mournful frost and lightning as it descended towards the rising Sun Wheel!
But the destruction that fell could not stop the destruction that rose.
The huge force tore through the outer corona of the fake East King with irresistible force, smashing the surging light into pieces. But right after the sun wheel shattered, a burning white rainbow flew out!
It was the soul!
The soul of a sublimator!
It absorbed the flames of the scorching sun and the pain of hell, transformed, and tempered, forming a dazzling blade.
The Sunwheel Sword, which was poured with all its heart and soul and entrusted with endless resentment and hatred, went straight forward, piercing through the Realm of Myriad Transformations cast by the jesters. It tore through the layers of the maze, leaving only a faint sound like the trembling of zither strings.
Distant and desolate.
Like the lingering sound of a whale's cry, it spread in the wind and lingered in the ears.
It was the laughter of Nautilus, the cold and sinister laughter of countless solidified souls.
Regardless of how many obstacles fell from the sky, regardless of the attacks that couldn't catch up to him, regardless of the mournful cries and roars.
The burning East Monarch went up against the sudden increase in gravity, leaving behind a crimson trail.
The Stairway to Heaven shook violently, trembling in fear as it shrank upwards.
But it was too late.
A flick of the finger was equivalent to twenty instantaneous moments, twenty thoughts were equivalent to ninety instantaneous moments.
Impermanence of Samsara.
In this short period of time, the Sunwheel Sword rose up from the frozen world and took the place of the souls that had died seventy years ago. It revealed the delayed revenge to the world seventy years later!
Now, karma was right in front of him!
Nothing could be stopped …
In the present realm, hell, the border, inside and outside the chessboard, on the throne, in the decision-making room … Even every bystander who was paying attention to this gamble couldn't help but widen their eyes.
He watched as Destruction approached the rainbow light inch by inch.
A roar of surprise or anger brewed in his throat, but it was too late to fly out.
He could only stare at the rapidly dissipating flame.
He looked at the dazzling trajectory it drew.
He gritted his teeth.
Could he make it in time? Could he make it in time? Could he touch it? Could he hold on?
Questions, countless questions and conjectures emerged in his mind, but he didn't have time to think. All his consciousness was shocked by the burning light.
They could only watch helplessly as it got closer and closer.
In the intense burning, it went from dazzling to dim, from grand to subtle.
In the end, the burning light could no longer catch up with the shrinking Stairway to Heaven and gradually dissipated. Countless people shouted in anger, and countless sighs and gasps of relief.
But those were no longer important …
At this moment, only the last bit of metallic light flew out from the ashes.
Under the push of Huai Shi.
It flew up an inch!
Like a rocket rising into the sky, he threw away all the burdens and unnecessary burdens one by one. Dong Jun, Sun Wheel, Light Flame, and finally, Huai Shi …
In the dissipation, the Ascendant smiled and fell from the sky.
Using the last of his strength, he waved goodbye to the iron light.
Goodbye, Nautilus.
Goodbye …
He closed his eyes and sank into the darkness.
At the last moment, he heard a crisp sound.
The iron light condensed from seventy years of hatred and the rainbow light that couldn't dodge in time touched in an instant.
The sound was so melodious.
There was no power or impact, no source substance or secret instrument.
Only this hatred and hatred from Nautilus was transmitted to the rebels in front of him in this fleeting touch without any discount.
At that moment, the world was dead silent.
Above the dark sky, the Stairway to Heaven that was like an aurora began to tremble violently. The brilliant colors were no longer there. Under the invading will, inch by inch, it turned into a dazzling pitch-black.
A deafening collapse burst out.
From every corner of the sky.
The shattered rainbow light was like a meteorite, constantly falling from the sky and hitting the ground, quickly melting and evaporating like ice.
The whole world was shrouded in gorgeous rain.
Rain that was like tears.
The Stairway to Heaven had fallen!
The moment the connection was broken, the abyssal camp that was connected into one welcomed such a sudden separation. Before they could even react, a large amount of source substance that was circulating between each other leaked out of the Stairway to Heaven and quickly rose.
The disasters that were bred in the cauldron died in the darkness before they could take shape.
The transit station of the Eternal World Group, the fasting circle of the Blessed Land, the Blood Hall of the Fallen Kingdom, the Heavenly Abyss Warship in the Sea of Thunder, those distant signals dissipated one by one. They went offline.
Fighting alone.
The stalemate was broken at this moment!
And the roar of war sounded from every place on the border.
The first to react was the Imprint of Miracles – Fusang. The burning giant tree stood above the sky like a fortress. It was the first to break through the restraints of the fasting circle. It forcefully resisted the storm of the sea of thunder and broke into the depths of hell!
Then, a large number of bronze giants carried the Volcanic Cannon on their backs, praising the name of Vulcan, and launched a fierce attack on the Blood Hall.
The bowl of sweet dew in Immortal Stone Incantation's hand suddenly flipped.
Endless sweet dew turned into poisonous water, gathering into a tide that swept across the land.
Grasping this unprecedented advantage since the beginning of the war, all the chess players threw out the trump cards in their hands, no longer holding back.
Advancing into Hell's territory!
But then …
Everything came to an abrupt end.
The flying dust on the ground, the collapsing buildings, the spreading waves of air, the shattered dark clouds in the sky, Hell's counterattack, Reality's advancement …
Everything froze along with time on the chessboard.
Pause!
Dead silence.
In the long silence, everyone looked up at the depths of the palace, at the towering throne between heaven and earth, and at the Great Lord who lowered his eyes.
That hand, which was adorned with several gorgeous rings, raised slightly.
He pressed down.
Everything froze in an instant.
The dizzy diplomat slowly raised his head from the wheelchair, looking at the two dazzling lights in the thunderclouds, full of doubts.
"Great Lord, are you not going to play?" He smiled slightly, not hiding his mockery.
"Isn't cheating also part of the game, Marcus?"
The Great Lord did not care, and a distant voice came from the wind: "I have no objection to your many tricks. Otherwise, why didn't I interfere before the Stairway to Heaven collapsed? "
He did not care about the opponent's mockery, and calmly replied: "Now, I'm just using my own authority, you don't have to be so calculative, right?"
"But this authority is not within the rules."
Marcus asked, haggling over every detail.
"Even if the rules are not written, as a participant of the bet, I naturally have the right to pause in the middle of the game."
The Great Lord answered frankly: "Although the timing of the pause is not advantageous to you, there is no doubt that it is approved by the rules that we have jointly agreed on.
Otherwise, why would the chessboard respond to my command? "
"Middle of the game?"
Marcus was taken aback for a moment, but he did not pester. Instead, he directly pointed to the core of the problem: "In your opinion, is it time to enter the next stage?"
"Your actions are indeed praiseworthy. However, I don't intend to give up the victory just like that."
The Great Lord's finger slightly tapped on the armrest of the throne, setting off a faint thunder in the clouds: "Then, as you wish, Marcus, the second half has begun."
Along with his words, the hand wearing many rings slowly raised, and a faint flash appeared between the five fingers.
A key.
"Get ready, Marcus, take your world —"
The Great Lord's smile was gloomy: "If you can take it."
Just like that, it was thrown into the chessboard.
Then, countless cracking sounds overlapped in one place.
The seal hidden in the Gaia fragment, the shackles that had been entangled on it for a long time, and even the countless shackles that shrouded the chessboard, all fell off in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
Just like that, the final shackles were released, and the power that had been stagnant for hundreds of years began to operate again.
At this moment, the frozen world once again ushered in an earth-shattering change.
Or rather … it returned to the original appearance of the fragment of the Present Realm.
Even the dead Gaia and the fragment from the Present Realm still had the attributes and structure of the Present Realm. At this moment, countless streams of light darted out from the cracked ground.
It was the hidden and solidified blood of Gaia.
Now, the moment the shackles were released, it followed the convergence of the operation and evaporated, rose, came alive, and flew in all directions —
The fragment shook violently, responding to the distant Present Realm.
And so, the power from the Present Realm once again descended upon this empty world.
On the fragment, the projection of three massive intersecting silhouettes appeared.
Like giant pillars, they intersected with each other and once again propped up this dead world, enveloping all things within.
Essence, Transformation, Origin Substance!
The three pillars had appeared!
In the Observation Department of the Command Bureau, the servers soaked in cooling liquid were already overloaded. Every second, enough data and information that ordinary people could not answer in their lifetime were being processed. Countless questions flashed by, and in the end, a rapidly expanding fan-shaped chart appeared on the screen.
30%, 40%, 50%, 60% …
Sixty-five%!
In the end, the number stopped at the limit of 66%, allowing the numbers behind the decimal point to continue to expand and increase, but it could no longer increase the number at the front by even a single point!
At this moment, in the Gaia fragment, 66% of the territory was already under the control of the Present Realm!
And this was after the Thunder Lord had interfered!
Countless people were shouting in anger or suppressing the urge to vomit blood. If there was one more round, no, even if there was just half a day more, the Present Realm would be able to increase the territory under its control to 70%, or even 75%!
At that time, the dust would be completely settled, and victory would be in their hands.
And now, with the power of the Present Realm acting on it, the projection of the Abyss began to appear in the fragment …
Dark clouds spread across the sky, and endless lightning covered the sky.
The giant drum was beaten again by the Dwarf King, awakening endless disasters — torrential rain, gales, locusts, frost …
Under the dark clouds, the rivers turned blood-red, and countless bones floated in it, forming the palace of eternal death.
The mountains collapsed, revealing the iron-colored ground beneath. Thick smoke spewed out, and countless zombie-like mechanical puppets were born from it. A pale, holy light that was as white as bone circulated between heaven and earth, outlining the beautiful mirage of paradise …
Beneath the nine lands, in the deep sea, aberrated creatures were born from magma or oceanic trenches. Dark eyes opened in strange places where humans rarely tread.
The shattered Stairway to Heaven flashed in the sky for an instant, but in the end, it could not take shape again.
Like a baby that had suddenly died in swaddling clothes, it wailed and dissipated silently.
Only the reflection of a pale tower appeared out of thin air from the sea of blood and the mirage. It was between existence and nothingness, but it also seemed to be everywhere.
Mathers' expression was gloomy. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
But the tears of blood in his heart could not be stopped.
This is too much!
Stairway to Heaven, my Stairway to Heaven …
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