The Nether River surged, separating the inside from the outside.
When the Mech God, who had been fighting until now, raised his face again, the chill in his eyes still chilled the hearts of the rulers.
Even if he was already riddled with holes and close to the limit of destruction.
But he still stood in front of Hell.
The shattered armor was like skin, the broken circuits were like muscle, and the exposed joints were like bones that were filled with cracks … At this very moment, the dying giant seemed to be unaffected, facing the wind of destruction and moving forward in a straight line.
The storm of the sea of thunder and the sea of blood of the fallen kingdom could not bury him.
The will of the Ascended was attached to the dead metal, and the Giant God of Steel that was already on the verge of collapse began to move again. The Sword of Judgment surged with flames and roared, tearing apart the giant monster that crawled in the Shadow Realm.
It was like tearing apart a thin piece of paper.
"Weren't you all still very passionate just now, everyone? Why are you all in such a hurry? "
In the rain of blood, Osiris laughed hoarsely and invited the enemies. "Don't be in such a hurry, we have just begun!"
And so, the broken star burned and charged towards the Abyss once again!
Right behind him, the turbulent torrents of the Nether River cut off all paths of escape, leaving only one option for his opponents.
The war is not over.
With this surging death as the boundary, we will not rest until we are dead!
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In the Nether River, on the World Tree hanging high above, Gaia screamed, the dirge rising endlessly, so ear-piercing.
It was like a final, dying struggle.
At the top of the World Tree, the seven miraculous engravings trembled rapidly, flickered, and could not continue.
It was impossible to tell if it was the dirge or the wail of the World Tree that was ravaging the eardrums.
No one knew if Gaia, who had been severely injured, could be restrained and isolated by these shackles …
Asgard, Niffenheim, Jotunheim, Muspelheim … using nine different miraculous engravings, using the nine different essences of Hell to replace the Nine Worlds drawn by Northern Europe.
Using all the divinity in the Pantheon and Vulcan's forging, the World Tree was finally forged around the 'Atrium' represented by the Sword of Heaven!
And only the part that represented the Atrium was the true focus. Every other divine mark existed to suppress the domain of Midgardian.
Once upon a time, in order to truly transcend fate, Odin searched the entire realm and mobilized the power of the entire Norse god system to create a miracle that could truly encompass the present realm. He intended to hang on it and sacrifice himself to obtain the essence of the three pillars in order to prevent the arrival of the Ragnarok.
But after exhausting all his efforts, all he got was nothing.
Rome spent a lot of effort to restore it during the bet. Originally, it was just a backup. If the Great Conclave could not be established, it would be used as a backup.
But now, if there was anything on the chessboard that could stop Gaia, it was probably the only thing …
However, would it really work?
Mars stared at the giant steel tree that was trembling violently in the distance.
His eyes widened.
He didn't even want to blink for a second.
After exhausting the reserves and power of the Pantheon, he only had the strength to support his body. Other than waiting, the only thing he could do was pray.
But praying wouldn't work.
The gods were already dead, and even Gaia was standing on the opposite side of the humans, becoming their opponent.
There was nothing left to protect them anymore.
They had to stand in front of others to protect the only world they had left.
Until one day, the flood of destruction would drown them.
Before that, he could only support his spear and wait for the result to come.
The cracking sound echoed between heaven and earth.
At every moment, countless roots were growing out. However, new cracks would appear on the layer upon layer of seals. The swords that were wedged into Gaia trembled violently, twisted by Gaia's struggle, and bounced off.
Terrifying heat spewed out from the cracks, burning the face of Nangong Matriarch black.
The old face no longer had the ferocity and cruelty of the Goddess of Vengeance, nor the solemnity and nobility of a Buddha. But under the countless scars, only a pair of eyes still surged with radiance.
"I offer this broken body to the Master of Glass!"
The old woman shouted hoarsely. She reached out and grasped the copper rod that Hanuman had transformed into. She poured out blood, "Mighty Holy Spirit, bear witness to me!"
The blood turned into the tip of a spear that she held in her hand.
Along with her feet, it pierced into Gaia's chest and took root on the ground.
The Living Miracle was sucking her blood and soul, revealing its last radiance and suppressing the intense tremors from the World Tree.
Pa!
There was a soft sound.
Nangong Matriarch's face froze for a moment, and cracks appeared as she turned her head in a daze.
Above Gaia's face, a thin crack suddenly appeared on the layers of steel roots, extending to both sides, growing, and spreading!
The cruel scales still didn't favor their existence.
Even if they turned everything they had into chips and sacrificed it, they still couldn't compare to Gaia's weight.
Pa!
The cracks grew.
The radiance of the thrones descended, and the pairs of eyes on the huge wheels quickly closed. The souls of the living saints rose, pouring all of the accumulated power in the Divine Coffin, turning into swords of flames that spun in all directions, nailing into the World Tree, fusing the miracles into the animated cage, slowing the expansion of the crack for a moment.
Following closely behind was the burning skeleton in the Solar Almanac.
A sticky blood-like flame fell from the spinning sun and landed on the World Tree. This was the last ray of sunset before destruction in the primeval era reflected by the first sun.
The spreading cracks came to a standstill.
However, the ray of sunset that represented the last ray of hope was gradually drying up. Trar burned himself, and the last flame jumped with difficulty. Only a candle in the wind was left.
This was the final countdown.
Huai Shi widened his eyes and forgot to breathe.
But he suddenly heard a low rumble in the wind, like mountains rolling on the ground …
Amidst the thunder, a figure appeared on the horizon.
Kuafu?!
The towering and huge giant was running wildly.
Burning, he swung his arms and galloped toward the World Tree as if he was soaring.
Wherever he went, only the sound of barbell-like laughter reverberated.
Behind him, as the chains dragged, the palace that was covered in cracks surged with flames.
That was the fragment of the last miracle created by the Eastern Xia lineage, all the power left behind by the Qing Emperor.
Fusang!
"That idiot …"
In the life-sustaining cabin of the Sacred Coffin Fortress, the Qing Emperor under the oxygen mask could almost imagine Kuafu's unrestrained appearance now and couldn't help but sigh.
Was he too old?
Could he not understand the vitality of young people?
No, even if the world was destroyed in front of him, that kind of idiot shouldn't feel afraid, right?
Was this a flaw or a merit?
It was really hard to tell.
He only hoped that he could make it in time … He had to make it in time!
Now, under everyone's gaze, Kuafu ran wildly again. He turned his back on the sun and headed toward the countdown of destruction. He mustered all his last strength.
His shouts and roars abruptly tugged at the chains on his shoulders that were about to be embedded into his bones, causing the damaged palace to suddenly rise into the air. As he waved his arms, it spun and flew towards the World Tree between the heavens and the earth!
"Go!!!!!"
Just like that, dragging Kuafu, who had lost his strength, the remains of Fusang soared freely in the wind. Defying thousands of times the gravity, it once again followed the call of Mother Earth and flew toward the World Tree.
However, before it could enter Gaia's embrace, it had already fallen into the sun wheel of the Solar Almanac Stone!
For the dim flame, it was filled with light!
The last bit of the candle flame suddenly jumped, colliding and spreading crazily. That brilliant light shrouded the World Tree, continuously sprinkling down the light of the setting sun. It merged into the system of the nine great worlds, sealing and strengthening it!
The complicated secret ritual that symbolized the divisions of the nine great worlds reappeared on the World Tree.
The song of the bell stopped abruptly.
However, a loud sound that was even louder than that rang out from the seal of the World Tree. It suddenly burst forth, causing the heaven and earth to shake.
It was like a heartbeat!
A huge amount of blood spewed out from behind the cracks, fertilizing the barren world and forming a scarlet ocean. And under those rapidly closing cracks, there was actually a flesh arm that looked like a human that suddenly pierced out!
Then, there was a second one!
It was like a dying beast that had drilled out of its cicada slough, shedding its dead skin.
This was no longer a degree that could be described as a gecko cutting off its tail. Instead, it was like the organs were first separated from the body before the main body was completely withered!
It made everyone feel a chill that went deep into their bones.
Even if it had to give up most of its body and strength, Gaia did not hesitate to forcefully escape from the rapidly closing shackles —
But right in front of the crack.
What awaited it was only a cold light that was like a sword blade!
You want to escape so easily?
It's not that simple!
On the pitch-black hull, a solemn iron light reappeared. A high-pitched cry that was like a whistle burst out along with the spurting of flames.
"Notify the entire ship!"
On the bridge of the Nautilus, the navigator of the Kingdom of Heaven raised his hand and pointed forward. "Raise the flag, adjust the course, and activate all engine units!
Target, destroy the Old Gaia! "
The Heavenly Imperial Palace rang, and the Ultimate trembled.
It extracted the endless death and source substance on the battlefield, exhausting its last bit of strength.
Amidst the fanatical shouts and cheers of countless heroic souls, the burning emblem from the Republic rose from the hull once again, leading the last brilliance of the stars in the sky.
Without the ammunition in the warehouse, without the armor in the Heavenly Imperial Palace, and without the armor that could sweep through hell, it didn't matter.
There was still one more weapon that could be used!
They were still here!
The war wasn't over yet, and the enemy was still right in front of them. Then, there was only one choice in front of them!
Accelerate.
Accelerate again!
A ferocious outline appeared from the Ultimate and enveloped the hull. Amidst the surging tide, the hatred of the past turned into a sharp blade, using the entire battleship as a javelin that was thrown at the elements of destruction.
It broke through the restraints of the atmosphere and gravity, ignoring Gaia's sorrowful cries and anger, and moved forward!
Crash!
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