Amidst the surging disasters, layers of death descended, embedded in the fragments like maggots in tarsal bones, and began to spread rapidly.
Endless malice flowed through the veins, ocean currents, and wind, and pollution from the Abyss constantly emerged everywhere in the fragments, like huge mold spots, disgusting.
But at this moment, all the existences in the Abyss camp saw such a scene, and there was no joy or pleasure in their hearts.
Not to mention that they were forced to this extent by the Discovery realm, causing them to lose the initiative.
Just the loss of the Stairway to Heaven alone made everyone's heart ache. There were even jesters who criticized the Grand Lord for not looking at the occasion: If you have the privilege, you should have used it earlier. Why did you have to wait until the Stairway to Heaven was broken before taking it out?
Now that you're done showing off, you still have to suffer, right?
Well, now that there was no Stairway to Heaven to connect the forces in the middle, the forces descending from the various Hells could only fight on their own, unable to coordinate with each other to the greatest extent.
The difference in deterrence was not just a little bit.
If they were not careful, they would probably be separated and encircled by the Discovery realm.
But no one had the courage to raise an opinion in front of the Grand Lord.
The last person who rushed in front of the Grand Lord and said that there was something wrong with his brain was already … oh, they were already sitting opposite the Grand Lord and gambling with him.
But no one dared to be like that lunatic Marcus and confront the ruler face to face.
Even Marcus had to rely on the Utopia as a pillar to have room to maneuver freely in the Abyss, didn't he?
If a jester really dared to touch the pot that did not boil, the Pied Piper would not care. Maybe he would even watch from the side and laugh at his subordinates for not having good eyesight. His stupidity was enough to be included in this year's ranking of jesters' creative deaths.
By the way, the first place had already been reserved by that guy, Hades.
He had shot himself in the foot. He had the complete advantage, but in the end, Sophora Poetry had turned the tables and was killed by Nautilus. Whether it was a tragic ending or a funny one, no one else could match it.
Ever since he could no longer provide the Pied Piper with happy plays and performances, he was stripped of the Abyss Seal and removed from the jesters.
According to reliable sources, that guy was also captured and made into a ring. A dignified jester and great alchemist was reduced to the level of tutoring a child.
How could the word 'tragic' be enough to describe it?
With such a tragic example as an example, when the jesters saw Huai Shi, it was as if they saw the old crooked tree in the astronomy club. They were terrified.
Now, his ranking on the blacklist had risen to 46th place.
Compared to the original ninety-one, the progress was gratifying.
If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't reached the Fifth Stage yet, he might have been able to enter the top 20!
He was simply a living thorn in the side of hell.
Even though his reputation was polarized, he was already considered a righteous man by everyone in the Evil Demon Sect …
Now that they had the chance to teach such a person a lesson, they would definitely not be soft-hearted.
Besides, weren't there still a group of lonely ghosts from Utopia at the front?
For example, in front of the chessboard …
Marcus!
At that moment, the old diplomat in the wheelchair suddenly bent over and coughed violently. His wrinkled skin convulsed and contracted.
His heart was in agony, his lungs were torn apart, his limbs were broken, his blood was dried up, and his soul was burning …
Countless illusory pains descended on the soul that was like a candle in the wind.
He raised his face. His pupils constricted in his bloodshot eyes, and a little darkness appeared.
Signs of solidification!
At this moment, the evaluation report in the Gaia fragment had been delivered to every member of the decision-making room. Earlier, the numbers had already lit up on the old man's wheelchair armrest.
The correction was at 66%, and the distortion was at 34%!
Thirty-four percent of this world was already enveloped by the Abyss …
Similarly, as one of the stakes.
One-third of Marcus' soul welcomed the favor and blessing of hell.
Almost visible to the naked eye, the True Essence of the Abyss that was so pure that it was suffocating descended from the sky and poured into his soul. That power had already made countless jesters and crowns go crazy with jealousy!
Hell seemed to be cheering for it.
It tugged at his will.
"Tsk —"
In the Pantheon of Rome, the emperor, who was watching this, frowned. He didn't say anything and only held the hilt of his sword.
He didn't say a word.
But everyone could feel the chill and anger that lingered around the emperor.
Next to Marcus, the Creator, Nakajima, who didn't have a sense of presence from beginning to end, reached out and pulled out a syringe gun from his pocket, pressed it against Marcus' neck, and pulled the trigger.
The potion from the Continuation Academy was injected into the soul.
It forcibly restrained the spread of pollution and erosion, at the risk of tearing his soul, and suppressed the symptoms of solidification to about one-third.
The old man in the wheelchair spasmed and suddenly stiffened from the twitching for a moment. After a long time, he coughed from his throat.
Mottled white hair drooped from his forehead, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
He was already sweating profusely.
Just like that. Marcus lightly wiped the stains and saliva from the corner of his mouth, then he raised his head again and indifferently urged, "What's wrong? Continue. "
So, in front of him, the chess players withdrew their concerned or worried gazes and didn't look back.
Only the grand lord on the throne chuckled.
"Look, my friend, such a stubborn struggle is really admirable."
He sighed approvingly, "No matter how many times I see it, that dazzling lightning-like light is so fascinating."
"Although being disrespectful to a powerhouse like you is a path to death, I really want to tell you to save it."
Marcus shook his head slightly and sighed, "I already have an ideal to dedicate my life to. Nothing can be compared to it, grand lord, even you are the same."
"Haha, you only have a short hundred years to wait. It's natural for you to be stubborn and biased. Marcus, I don't care about your contempt and rudeness. One day, you will understand how precious what I have given you is.
Until then, you can struggle and resist, but it will be useless.
Just like your world will eventually sink, you will eventually come here. "
The grand lord smiled magnanimously and told him:
"Time is on our side."
The strongest weapons in the world, the most precious treasures in the world, the creatures with the longest lifespan in hell, the remnants of the oldest epoch, the most maddening beauties in the abyss, and even the pearls containing infinite power, the diamonds condensed from countless deaths, the disasters that save everything and at the same time completely distort everything …
In the Sea of Thunder, these things were all there.
But unlike other places, the most beautiful things were only fit for the strongest to possess and enjoy!
Just like the most dazzling soul in front of him at this moment.
Even in the grand lord's treasury, there weren't many collections that could compare to his.
He had enough patience to wait.
One day, Marcus would willingly stand in front of him.
He had plenty of time.
"Time? Maybe … "
Marcus sighed indifferently. "It's a pity that there's not much left for me. Nothing can be changed."
Along with his sigh, the gloomy world on the chessboard blossomed with light again!
Countless miracles sprinkled from the projection of the three pillars.
It spread throughout the realm.
It illuminated the faces of every ascender.
After the long prelude ended, this was the real beginning.
They had finally truly taken control of the fragment of Gaia.
They had taken control of everything.
The goal of the Continuation Academy had been achieved. They had truly used the power of the Emergence Realm on this fragment, giving it life again, unblocking the earth veins, and rebuilding the universe.
But the price was to face the reversal of the situation, as well as the counterattack and invasion of hell regardless of the consequences. In order to win this bet, all the rulers would do everything they could to smash this world into smithereens.
It was extremely difficult to achieve something.
But if they wanted to do something bad, a rat's droppings would be enough.
Just like what Huai Shi had done in the past.
Now, just thinking about the destruction hell would do by hook or by crook, everyone felt a mountain-like pressure.
The short respite didn't last long, but the whole world was already dyed red by blood.
The sound of the tide rose.
Accompanied by the low sound of bones grinding against each other, that strange sound enveloped the entire fragment along with the scarlet light. Everywhere it passed, the earth and the remains in the graves trembled slightly. The Origin Substances that had been dormant in the earth were attracted by the precipitation of hell, and they were drawn towards the enormous and dignified palace of darkness.
[Blood Tax Bone Decree]!
In the cracks of the earth, at the top of the gloomy city formed by the collapse of the country, the throne set up for the Withered King was empty.
But even though the supreme king was not here, the imperial order he had issued was still in effect.
In the palace, dozens of tax collectors and countless gloomy souls were prostrating on the ground. Only Gala alone had his head held high. As the representative of the Seven Armies, he unfolded the scroll in his hand and conveyed the will of the king of hell to the world in front of him!
All death, all bones, all destruction, all would belong to the collapse of the country!
Blood, bones, and souls, all of them belonged to the supreme king!
The moment the Withered King's throne descended, an order that could not be changed was implanted into the Shard. From that moment onwards — no, even before that, the many souls that had died in battle and the many souls that were floating on the battlefield were pulled by an endless force, involuntarily thrown into the true 'hell'.
All death would gather in the collapse of the country.
All broken souls would become the fangs and claws of the collapse of the country.
The river of blood surged and flowed under the dark ground, spreading.
The winding road of bones extended from the ground. On both sides of the road, all the territories had become the land of the dead. Little green flames floated in the cold air, illuminating the corpses that crawled out of the soil.
Here, the home of all things was built.
Even if this final destination was not a peaceful one.
On the other side of the world, the stooped shamans shouted hoarsely, singing praises and bowing to the eternal dark lightning in the sky.
Under the gloomy sky, the dwarves blew huge horns embedded with gems and skulls.
They echoed the lightning that kept striking down from the clouds.
The ruler of the Sea of Thunder was drinking strong wine. She was named after the frost on the sea and the birth moon of the sixteen suns. She was the Dwarf King of the Sea of Thunder.
She was dozens of meters tall and lofty. She held the Storm Totem in her hand and raised the Whale Horn Cup to the world in front of her.
Here, she made a toast.
"My Lord's authority is supreme!"
Countless large groups of people chanted the name of the Great Lord, praising the mighty name of the strongest. They shouted and cheered fanatically.
In the world-shaking sound of thunder, the Storm Totem beside the Dwarf King suddenly rose by a section, then another section, and then another section, and then another section, and then another section! In the end, it turned into a huge pillar that seemed to support the entire world, causing the mighty sound of thunder to spread in all directions.
"Here, I bestow upon all of you the opportunity to reach the top, the achievement and hope above all others!"
The Dwarf King laughed loudly and spilled the wine in the cup: "If you are not willing to be weak, if you are not willing to be enslaved, if you are not willing to be poor, you can fight against the strong, you can fight against your own race!
This is the curse and blessing bestowed upon all of you — — You must know that killing ten thousand people can make one person, but one person is far better than ten thousand mobs! "
— — [One in Ten Thousand]!
The authority of the Great Lord had descended here.
That was the law that came from the sea of lightning. It was a deep-rooted law and a supreme rule.
The strong decided everything, the strong defeated everything, and the strong owned everything.
Stripped of all concealment and disguise, ridiculing the so-called morality and order, only naked strength could achieve authority, only then could one become a supreme king!
The moment that authority descended, no matter if it was the Earth or the Underworld, the fighting spirit of all creatures suddenly burst forth. The killing intent in their hearts surged, and their eyes turned scarlet. They looked at each other, their own kind, and rubbed their palms.
The desire to become stronger, the ambition to control everything, the unyielding pride that was unwilling to be under others … — — It didn't matter, none of it mattered. If one wanted to achieve something, then snatch, kill, and snatch everything!
Kill your own kind, harm your own race, and all living things compete!
After breaking through the natural limits and restrictions, even the weakest ant would be able to continuously grow stronger in this struggle, endlessly absorbing nutrients and strength from the authority of a Grand Monarch, becoming an expert that could rival all living beings!
As long as one fought, one could improve. As long as one killed, one could grow.
This was the supreme truth of the Sea of Thunder.
For the Earth, it was a cruel world like raising poisonous insects!
As long as one was strong enough, one could do whatever one wanted.
Even if one challenged the Great Lord, as long as one could pass the trial, everyone would be able to witness this showdown between the strongest.
If the position of the Great Lord could be replaced, then this day that happened every hundred years would be the grandest and most fanatical festival in the Sea of Thunder!
Now, this blessing from hell was sprinkling all over the mortal world. It seeped into every inch of soil and encouraged all living beings to decide who was the strongest.
Soon, between the countless wills of the struggle, a huge cycle instantly rose from the ground.
The hymn from the rancher spread from the holy paradise projection.
The Hunting Angels held longswords in their hands, witnessing the faith and dedication of all living things.
— — The food chain of hell was thus formed!
All living things perish, all living things compete, and all living things eat each other!
Then, the CEO of the Eternal World Group casually threw out the card in his hand.
The scalp-numbing chain of summoning began, and frames were shrouded in the fragments — [Independent Registration], [Personnel Outsourcing], [Huge Reward], [Eternal Blessings], [Option Bonus], [Meditation Spiritual Cultivation], [Blissful Labor] …
Under the impetus of eternal profits, the smoky mountains responded loudly, and flesh factories rose from the ground. Countless slaves wailed on the assembly line, unable to free themselves.
The truth of all living things killing each other appeared here.
As the degree of distortion increased crazily, the scroll from hell was quickly unfolding …
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