The earth shook, and the loud noises in the distance did not stop.
Thunder continued to spread. In the hurricane, the towering ivory tower shook slightly, but it still stood on the ground.
Under the white tower, in the deep darkness, only the lights of countless instruments flickered quietly, illuminating the face of the creator on the recliner.
Another thunderous roar. It was so loud.
Dust rustled down.
Evelyn lowered her head calmly and used a rod to clean the ashes in the pipe. Two specks of dust fell into the pipe, causing her to frown.
"At least restrain yourself a little. That guy …"
A polite knock sounded from behind the door.
"Madam Chashel, I hope I didn't disturb you."
The purser, who came from the iron crystal seat, stood in front of the door and smiled.
He looked around at the medical cabins erected in the darkness, and at the front, the empty cabin that had already been opened. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Mr. Orton has already gone up?"
"Yes."
Evelyn lowered her head to fill the pipe and sighed unhappily. "He was the first to open his eyes. When he heard that there was going to be a fight, he didn't even bother to put on his pants and ran away on Xiao Ying's motorcycle …"
She paused for a moment and sighed helplessly. "He doesn't listen to others at all. It's very compatible with the lunatics of the utopia."
"Oh? You're an elder and a backbone. Isn't it inappropriate to say that? "Simmons laughed.
"Would someone with a normal brain jump into a place that definitely won't have a good ending?" Evelyn shook her head and sneered. "Anyone with a normal brain wouldn't think about these things every day, right?"
"I'm a little sad to hear that." Simmons sat beside her. "Back then, I chased after the backs of the seniors and jumped in with longing."
"Doesn't that mean that your brain is more or less abnormal?"
Evelyn glanced at him and was silent for a long time. Then, she chuckled softly. "Actually, everyone is the same …"
She said, "In the few years after the fall of Heavenly State, I've been in hell. Until my death, I never thought of returning to the present world. Now that I think about it, I actually regret it. "
"Isn't it because you're disappointed in the others?" Simmons asked.
"Maybe, maybe."
The old man pondered and lowered his head to look at the pipe in his hand. The person who gave him the pipe was no longer in this world, just like him.
She thought for a long time and said seriously, "But more than that, it's fear and loneliness."
Fear.
Simmons was slightly stunned.
"What do you think the people of Utopia are, Simmons?" Evelyn asked. "Heroes? Lunatic? Genius? Or an idiot? "
Simmons was speechless, but Evelyn continued to answer, "Actually, it's about the same."
"In the Utopia, there aren't only good people. Earlier on, there were even maniacs who killed countless people and lunatics who intended to provoke a war between the five major factions. Not only were there brilliant geniuses, but there were also irredeemable trash from their personalities to their hobbies.
For someone like me, in there, I can only be said to be … ordinary. "
At this point, Evelyn laughed. "In the end, the so-called genius, devil, madman, or other titles are just given to us by others.
In the Utopia of the past, it was actually just a bunch of poor homeless people. "
Simmons was stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, but he could not say a word.
"You can't understand, right? It's very normal, Simmons. " Evelyn suddenly asked, "Other than the Iron Crystal Constellation, is there any other place you want to go?"
The purser was silent. After a long time, he slowly shook his head.
"That's the place I chose to serve for the rest of my life, Madam. Even if I die, I'll leave my ashes on its deck."
"That's the home you found for yourself, isn't it?"
The old man sighed sympathetically. "Simmons, you can't return to the Modern Realm not only because you have lofty aspirations, but also because you can't stand living among a group of ordinary people.
This isn't because you're arrogant and cold, but because you don't have any friends there.
Even if you're tired, old, and want to retire one day and walk among the crowd, you'll realize that you're completely different from the people around you. What they love, what they hate, their lives … Those aren't what you want. Even if you're given endless wealth and power, you'll only feel suffocated, as if you've been thrown into the deep sea.
You won't feel happy and blissful because your paradise isn't there … It's the same for us. "
She leaned back on the recliner and stared down at the flickering flame in the pipe. It was as if she had caught a glimpse of the light of the past. It was so nostalgic.
"We want to change this world, not only because of lofty and lofty aspirations, but also to satisfy our own selfish desires — to find more companions, more friends, and more of our kind."
"We have gathered in the vast wilderness to make this world a better place, and to create a home for ourselves."
"This is the utopia."
She smiled and said softly, "The home we chose for ourselves, the utopia that belongs to us."
It was because of this that they trusted each other and were as close as brothers.
It was because of this that after losing … it was so painful.
I wandered in hell in despair, stubbornly groped in the abyss, abandoning the ruins of the past behind me. I didn't dare to look again, and I didn't want to recall everything that had happened in the past.
I'm so lonely.
"The dreamlike years of happiness always come to an end easily, don't they?"
Evelyn chuckled and mocked herself. "The beauty and glory of the past are gone, and only the wandering souls of pain and nostalgia are left, filled with pain. Let me ask, how can there be no hatred in our hearts?"
Following her words, in the darkness, in the medical cabins that looked like tombstones.
The sleeping souls opened their eyes.
Filled with pain and anger, they stared at the world in front of them.
This was the result of Huai Shi fully opening up the authority of the Book of Destiny.
Using images to record, reshape the souls of the deceased, create the power of the Lord, and give them bodies again.
The records from the Book of Destiny, the victims who had died long ago, the homeless stray dogs, the dead who were pushed into the abyss by their trusted companions … had returned to this world once again!
Breathing in the air filled with pungent disinfectant.
Pushing open the door in front of them.
He stepped on the floor with his wet feet.
Like a drowning dog that had crawled out of a quagmire, they silently gathered in one place.
When they heard the call of their enemies from afar, their expressions became cold and gloomy.
There was no longer any gentleness left.
"Long time no see, everyone."
Evelyn took off her pipe, turned around, and smiled at the companions she hadn't seen for a long time: "I don't need to say anything unnecessary — — our enemies are right there."
She said: "Do what you need to do."
Only silence answered her.
The dead souls that crawled out of hell once again silently gathered in formation, walked out of the darkness, received their weapons and orders, and marched towards the battlefield in the distance!
For a long time, Evelyn was the only one left in the silence.
The old woman quietly sat on her recliner, looked up at the ceiling above her head, as if she could see the endless flames and the scene of slaughter under the stars.
"Look, my friends."
She smiled, sniffed the smell of ashes in her pipe, and wished with all her heart: "The enemies have appeared, the traitors have stepped onto the stage — —"
"The war that belongs to us has begun once again."
.
Now, under the turbulent starry sky, the River Styx was surging!
Anubis opened its mouth and roared silently.
The burning sharp blade tore through the endless blood and fell from the sky.
The vast brilliance of Paradise shattered under the slash of the sharp blade, the dark clouds of the Thunder Sea were burned up by the flames on the light wings, and wherever the crimson trail passed, everything was cleanly destroyed.
The injured blood snakes hissed and went into a frenzy, but the distance between them quickly increased.
They could only control countless spells to attack from afar.
However, the torrential spells were all annihilated by Anubis's casual slashes.
It was hard to imagine that Anubis's destructive power could reach such a level.
In just five minutes, the proud Blood Dark Army of the fallen country, the Storm Personal Army of the Thunder Sea, the Hunting Angels of Paradise, and even a large group of people from the endless hell were all annihilated by the slash of the blade!
This motherf * cker … This motherf * cker …
Not only the large group of people in the chessboard, even the spectators outside the chessboard couldn't help but feel their hair stand on end — — after being forgotten for seventy years, that terrifying deterrent force had returned once again.
It caused even the soul to feel cold …
It was an Anubis that hadn't changed at all, but when it was in Orton's hands, it was so terrifying that it shocked everyone.
Originally, the skills that Madam Chen had honed from countless large groups and battles were already shocking enough, and she was considered a great threat. However, when this armor was accepted by Orton … everyone had a clear understanding of what a real nightmare was!
In his hand, the Dragon Summoning Flute that had changed into a sword form was also resonating loudly.
It was completely illogical. After more than sixty percent of its components had been destroyed, it once again entered into an overload state — —
After fifteen minutes of Nether River Drive, which broke the previous record, more than four hundred deep warps and Judgement Holy Judgment, people wondered why this armor hadn't been destroyed yet.
Why could it still continue to move?
Why was it still … so terrifying?!
Everyone was racking their brains to think. How long could it last? How long could it safely operate under such an overload state?
Every answer was disdainfully trampled on by Anubis's feet!
The only thing he could feel was fear and helplessness, and despair!
"Orton! Orton!! Orton!!! "
Among the stars, Beelzebub roared excitedly. "You're all trash. Do you know that? You're all trash! None of you can fight! None!! "
Amidst the ecstasy that made even his soul cry, the Lord of the Flies shouted excitedly, using all his strength to encourage Orton. He praised the mighty giant in the Blood Sea and patiently explained every tactical maneuver, every emergency dodge, and every amazing counterattack to Huai Shi!
In the midst of the battle, Anubis suddenly stopped. It looked back at the night sky behind it.
It reached out its hand to invite the stars.
It waited.
"Do you want to come, Beelzebub?"
The young man in the driver's seat laughed loudly and shouted, "You can't understand the essence of driving just by explaining! I have new tricks to show you! "
The Lord of the Flies trembled.
The Book of Steel was already tearing up.
In the starry sky, the infusion of the infinite source substance finally ended.
Under the unprecedented supply of source substance, Beelzebub's body turned red. Endless data flashed on the steel cover, faintly showing the glow of burning hell.
All the preparations were in place.
"Your battle is calling for you, Beelzebub. It's time for you to appear. "
Huai Shi reached out his hand and smiled.
"Go, my friend."
Under the continuation of the starlight that filled the sky, between his opened arms, that thick iron book appeared with an excited radiance.
Amidst the excited shouts, the blissful calls, and the fanatical roars, Lord of the Flies descended from the sky!
After a long, long time of waiting, from hell to the Reality, from the Astral to now.
With burning hot tears.
Then, he dashed towards his best friend!
Like a shooting star, it pierced through the storm and descended from the sky.
"You're late, Beelzebub."
Anubis reached out and caught the dazzling light. As if he was laughing, he asked, "How is it? Are you doing well?"
"Orton, you bastard!"
Beelzebub scolded angrily. "Do you know how it feels to wait for 70 years without an internet connection? Do you think I'm doing well? "
"Hahaha, it seems like you're doing well."
Orton smiled and patted his cover. "Oh, it's gotten a lot thicker too … Oh, it looks like spirits can get fat from eating too much? You're amazing, although you're still a bit weaker than me … "
"Can you stop being so smug?"
Beelzebub snorted coldly. He wanted to scold him, but he could not say anything. He had saved up so much anger and curses for him, but when they really met, he could not help but choke. "I, I … I miss you so much …"
"I know."
Orton nodded and answered matter-of-factly, "Because I miss you so much!"
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long and making you work so hard for so many years. But to be able to see you now, to see you make new friends, it's really great. "
The deceased Ascender smiled and extended his hand, inviting him again. "Beelzebub, can you fight with me again?"
"Of course!"
Lord of the Flies laughed and replied, "Other than me, who else can stand being your adjutant? But you, with your current body, can you stand my Six Dimensional Jump? "
"Of course, it's more than enough!"
Orton smiled and opened the inner structure of Anubis, carefully filling it in. "Then let's do it again."
"That?" Beelzebub was excited.
"Yes, that!"
Orton nodded. "It's a resurrection battle, after all. Something cool!"
"No problem —"
Lord of the Flies' voice was sonorous. "It's just background music. Leave it to me! Listen, I made this for you personally. It's an original soundtrack! "
He responded to his best friend's request and call.
At that moment, in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the ground, brilliant flames appeared again, spurting out from every crack in Anubis.
The stigmata that had been dormant for many years was awakened by Beelzebub's will. It spread throughout this body that shared the same origin and path, instantly covering the entire armor.
It controlled everything again.
It rose from the ground and descended from the sky.
The River Styx surged.
The burning wings of light extended endlessly, towards the stars and hell, as if it wanted to wrap everything under the control of the Supreme One again.
Wherever it passed, the melody from the Abyss echoed in everyone's ears.
It attacked without caring about anything and did not hide its location at all.
It was as if it wanted to dissolve itself in the fire.
Beelzebub sang excitedly.
Give praise to the returning hero.
A huge light wheel rose from the giant's back. The crack that led to the deepest part of the Underworld opened again. Endless disasters attached to Anubis' body like iron, adding a crown of destruction to it.
Layers of light revolved and draped over his body like a holy white robe.
Above the overloaded engine, the blessings from the gods appeared again. What was even louder was the surging melody that burst out from the friction of countless iron pieces, echoing between heaven and earth.
Thus, announcing the arrival of the Judge to the world.
Thus, announcing the arrival of destruction to all of you!
Turning heaven and earth into his stage, making everything listen to his words.
Under the majestic light wheel, the reborn god opened his arms, embracing the world that was filled with the flames of war and smoke.
This was the judgment bestowed by the abyss, the destruction meticulously created by hell.
This was —
Osiris, the giant of the Underworld!
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