In the observation room of the Continuation Institute, Yegor took off his glasses. His fingers trembled slightly as he took a deep breath. No matter what, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.
"The Great Mystic doesn't even have any resistance …"
"As expected."
The dean's hands were still in the pockets of his protective suit, and his posture and actions hadn't changed from beginning to end. "The Great Mystic itself is based on the Present Realm, imitating the functions and structure of Gaia. No matter how strict the structure is, no matter how much effort is put into it, it's still an imitation of Gaia and the gods.
In front of the real thing, it doesn't have a higher authority. To Gaia, the Great Mystic isn't an opponent, but food. "
On his mask, inside the thick glasses, countless readings changed rapidly. Finally, the final data was obtained from the calculations.
[Recovery Level: 9.46%]
Compared to Gaia at its peak, it was less than one-tenth of the wreckage.
But no matter how much it was, in terms of nature, it had already allowed it to be immune to more than 90% of the attacks and countermeasures of the Present Realm.
"Back then … I mean back then …"
Yegor took a deep breath and looked at the dean. "In the files the Pioneers showed me, is what happened back then true?"
"…"
The dean was silent for a long time before nodding.
"That's right," he said.
An invisible barrier was erected around the two of them. The dean said calmly, "Back then, we did kill the old Gaia and used the element of destruction …"
To be precise, it was the fusion of the element of destruction!
To destroy the Present Realm, what was more convenient than the power of the element of destruction?
But to protect this world, one actually had to rely on the power of destruction. This made one feel exceptionally mocking and laughable.
The entire process was handled by the fourth-generation dean himself.
In the projection of the three pillars, Gaia was forced to open the core. Then, the samples of [Decomposition Dream] and [Cosmic Light] were used to fuse in the man-made miniature hell.
The scar that existed in the subconscious of all living beings and the withering light that existed in the deepest part of the universe — the moment the two fused, it destroyed the six creators of the utopia and the eleven departments of the Continuation Institute. Then, it completely killed Gaia's consciousness.
But after so many years, the sorrowful cries of the old Gaia never stopped.
The remaining grief turned into coral clouds and the sea in the sky, drifting endlessly in the sky of the Present Realm.
This grudge would last forever.
"The analysis of the Ring of Rebirth is out."
The dean suddenly said, "The Bronze Eye's guess was right. That thing is essentially the God's Wedge after it has been activated."
By analyzing the structure of the gods, he created a blank body in reverse. After ignoring the state of the user, he forcibly activated the user …
Back then, the Utopia's research was indeed about to be completed. All that was left was to break through the final barrier. Unfortunately, what stopped them in the end was not a barrier.
It's the rancher himself … "
As an item of redemption created for the White Crown King, the Ring of Rebirth was equivalent to a container and a smurf. It allowed the White Crown King to move freely in the form of an incarnation while his main body was frozen.
It didn't matter whether or not it had the power. What mattered was that this consciousness could operate.
Even just sitting there motionless was enough to raise morale tenfold for the American lineage.
Ever since the White Crown King, the previous masters of the American lineage were only temporary. No one could reach the glorious heights of the past.
If the White Crown King could be resurrected one day, even the feathered serpent who had been chased off the throne would probably wake up laughing in her dreams.
Unfortunately, as long as the erosion and attraction of the rancher were not resolved, the White Crown King, who was the key target, could not wake up. Otherwise, it would only accelerate the speed of solidification.
After the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, the only survivors left in the world were those who were lucky enough not to have participated in the alliance of the gods. Even so, they were still dragged into the Abyss in the first wave … Those who remained basically relied on various rights and protection and could not even use more divinity.
"Yes, did they only take away the Ring of Rebirth?"
Yegor thought of a terrible possibility. "The Utopia also had a backup of the entrance and key to the White Crown King's place of hibernation back then …"
"We can't ignore this possibility, but there's no need to worry. The White Crown King won't be used by the Abyss," the dean replied.
His calm tone was like the law of narration. It was short and straightforward, making people feel at ease.
If Golden Dawn wanted to use the Ring of Rebirth to resurrect the White Crown King, regardless of whether the White Crown King would cooperate or not, even if he did not pay attention, the first person he would kill after waking up would definitely be Golden Dawn.
The White Crown King's illustrious reputation was not because of his powerful strength. One-third of it was because of his long-term vision and planning. One-third of it was because after leaving the Holy Spirit lineage, he was able to start anew and successfully establish a foundation in the New World under the high pressure of the gods. The last one-third was because of his backup plan.
Countless backup plans.
From the time the Holy Spirit lineage was at its peak, he was the first to see the danger not far away and buried the foreshadowing that allowed him to escape unscathed. And in the process of establishing the American lineage, he took out countless contracts and different witnesses, which limited the gods to the promises made on various occasions in the past and made them unable to use their full strength.
Until the moment before he fell asleep, he was also preparing for the future. No one knew if such an existence, after being resurrected by the Ring of Rebirth, would have a backup plan that could avoid being devoured by the rancher.
If the rancher's luck was bad … and he escaped, Golden Dawn would probably start to have nightmares. Being targeted by an old fox that had been hiding for thousands of years was no different than sitting in the middle of a sniper's scope.
After eliminating the possibility of the White Crown King freezing, Yegor could not help but feel relieved.
But his expression was still worried.
He could not breathe.
Even if he did not have to fight the White Crown King, the reality in front of him would not change. The destructive power of Gaia was still beyond everyone's imagination.
Last time, he could use the destruction element to deal with it, but this time, what should he do?
"We can't use the same method to kill him again, right?"
Yegor smiled bitterly.
"Why not?"
The Dean calmly asked back, which made Yegor's bitter smile freeze on his face as he turned around in disbelief.
"We have already implanted the bones of the Eternal Beast and Boxun's spores into the bodies of the two Ascendants on the chessboard. Their mission is to hold on until the end.
If there is no way in the end, then we can only destroy the fragments. "
Along with the people inside.
By destroying this war, he would also destroy his spoils of war.
Even if they returned without any results or suffered heavy losses, it did not matter.
If they could not win alone, then they would lose both!
This was the determination of the Continuation Academy.
"I finally know why the Continuation Academy is not an election system." Yegor covered his face as he moaned hoarsely, "You bunch of lunatics …"
"The situation has not deteriorated to that extent, Mr. Yegor."
The Dean stared at the screen without wavering. The electronic voice was calm, "Such a plan has been made before. In the chess game, there is still a possibility of defeating Gaia.
Even if the success rate is not more than 3% … "
Pa!
Beside the screen, a green light suddenly turned blood red, flickered, and extinguished.
Yegor's expression froze.
Another important strategic support died?
But what made him even more incredulous was the symbol on the light.
"The Sword Saint … is dead?" he asked in shock.
The Dean glanced at the symbol coldly and retracted his gaze.
He told him,
"Now, it is 4%."
.
.
Half a minute ago, under the shattered night sky, on the land that had turned into a desert.
The fierce battle at the peak of the world had also ushered in its final conclusion.
Pa!
A soft sound.
The sharp blade that was entrusted with the fierceness of the world finally stopped between the five exposed fingers of the white bones.
Then, the Heretic King raised his right fist and brazenly punched out.
Towards Shangquan's face.
Shangquan only had time to raise his left hand. Then, he could no longer feel his arm. Even half of his face … lost consciousness.
Everything that stood in the way of the iron fist was completely crushed into dust.
Then, even his right arm that held the sword was torn off. It left his body and flew into the distance.
Unfortunately.
Shangquan raised his remaining eyes and looked at the old man in front of him.
There was also the gash on his throat that had almost severed his neck.
Just a little more …
Even so, he still understood in his heart.
Even if his body was still intact, he would have no chance of winning.
He had clearly returned to the prime of his life at the age of 54, his peak. But when he drew his sword and faced such an opponent, he still couldn't help but feel … afraid!
It was just like the first time he held a sword and faced a teacher.
In front of that dignified man, he felt fear and … death.
When he closed his eyes, he would hallucinate that he was no longer facing a human, but a furious mountain peak.
What the hell did this old thing figure out in the Abyss?
It was hard to understand.
There was actually such a monster in this world?
At this moment, the outcome had been decided.
The existence that was truly above the peak stretched out his hand, grabbed Shangquan's neck, and lifted him up.
His turbid eyes couldn't hide the admiration and regret that came from the bottom of his heart.
In the long struggle just now, he actually … felt a rare tremor that he hadn't felt in a long time.
It was really a hearty battle.
On the Heretic King's throat, blood was still oozing out. It couldn't be healed.
Not only here, but also his heart, arms, legs, and even his crotch. All the joints and fatal points were pierced and slashed by the sword, leaving unhealed marks. Even his soul that had just recovered was injured by the Supreme.
He was different from Huai Shi, who was beaten until his face was swollen.
He could feel that the person in front of him was a true genius, a person who was truly loved by battles and killing. And what Shangquan lacked was just a little bit of time …
If given time, he might not be able to win this round, right?
It was a pity.
The Heretic King looked down and suddenly asked, "Such a good talent, why waste it in the cradle?"
Being obsessed with the hotbed of the present realm, he would never understand the real world.
Only babies fought for the cradle.
Only those who had truly walked into the Abyss could understand what kind of power was waiting for them in front of them … There was an endless world, and they could pursue the truly precious things.
"Shangquan."
The Heretic King suddenly asked, "Do you want to come to my side?"
In his last gasp, Shangquan didn't answer. He just stared at him.
It was as if he was thinking about some incomprehensible question.
Soon, he couldn't help but laugh while coughing.
Even blood and saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
"What a shame."
Shangquan muttered to himself, "After waiting for so many years … I'm actually not a match for that bastard Luo Siwei?"
Compared to the guy who punched his teacher into the Abyss back then.
Instead, he was the one who lost here?
After knowing the news of his death, that guy would definitely laugh at him without holding back, right?
After living a clean life, he actually had to bear such a defeat.
He closed his eyes.
"Too …"
Bang!
Blood splattered.
Under the destruction of the iron fist, Shangquan's soul, together with his broken body, turned into ashes!
When his last mercy was rejected, the Heretic King no longer hesitated.
He offered his last respect to this powerful enemy.
— A final blow without holding back!
Bones and ashes.
Not a single trace of ashes was left. Even the cards on the chessboard fell apart. Far away in the frozen cabin of the Continuation Academy, the silent old man was instantly shattered into pieces.
The destruction spread, along with his soul.
In the deathly silent world, only the sound of thunder and wind echoed in the distance.
He didn't lament the death of this powerful enemy. He didn't even feel complacent because of this hard-won victory. The Heretic King turned around indifferently and walked into the distance.
Where was his next opponent?
In the distance, the scorching sun was burning, dyeing the world red.
The blood-colored flames crashed down toward Gaia!
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