Amid the ear-piercing sirens, every shelter was filled with panic and screams. Amidst the noise, there were constant stampedes and crowding.
But all the noise and noise stopped for a moment at this moment.
As Morando raised his hand, a bronze bell appeared in his hand, and he shook it gently.
The crisp sound of the bell spread in the night, bringing with it the lingering sound of nightmares.
At that moment, countless red eyes opened in the darkness, glowing with overlapping whispers, telling a story from the abyss.
"Nightmare."
The old man whispered hoarsely, "A nightmare is hatching …"
The girl cried in horror, "A woman, an ominous woman walks in the darkness."
The baby in the cradle opened his confused eyes and stared at the illusory world that was gradually turning into a bloody mess. He spoke in the sharp language of the abyss, "A loving mother opens her arms and embraces all this despair …"
"It's a good night," someone whispered.
"Yes, it's a good night —"
Behind Yuan Yuan, the sluggish Yuan Zhao opened his empty eyes.
"— The good night at the end of the nightmare is waiting for us."
On his finger, the skin that had once touched a bracelet, a dark aura of curse emerged continuously, calling for the arrival of the nightmare.
It was followed by laughter, hoarse laughter, crisp laughter, coughing laughter, and laughter of madness and fear.
"Paradise!"
Thousands of people shouted in unison, "Paradise is coming!!!"
At this moment, in the sea, time almost froze.
In the trench that was slashed out, the stiff and broken shadow shook violently, letting out a sharp cry mixed with joy and sorrow.
Squirming, squirming, squirming!
In the broken scars, a dark fountain broke out of the sea, responding to the call of the believers and roaring towards the silent Stellaris.
It was like a squirming dark hand firmly clinging to the edge of the Stellaris.
It crossed the line of despair.
Abandoning most of his body and power like a pair of worn-out shoes, the ruler of hell descended upon the Stellaris.
And right at the edge of the Stellaris, next to the squirming dark hand, a middle-aged gentleman with a cane raised a finger and slightly raised his hat, greeting the uninvited guest on the train.
The squirming darkness did not notice him at all. It did not even pause for a moment as it flowed madly into the depths of the train.
Mathers smiled and didn't mind. He only glanced at it and then looked away.
He raised his cane and used the sharp beak at the end of the cane to cut his index finger.
Facing the stinky sea breeze, he raised his finger and pushed it forward, allowing the drop of sparkling blood to fall from his fingertip into the sea.
It disappeared.
As if he were admiring some beautiful sight, he opened his arms wide and exclaimed aloud, boasting to the world of his unparalleled achievement:
"— — SRioghail Mo Dhream!"
My blood is strong!
Thus, the Endless Sea began to boil.
It was as if it could not contain the overly precious blood.
As the disguises and seals were removed one after another, this power from the [Golden Dawn] operated in the ocean without any concealment, rapidly sprouting and multiplying.
It was as if he had to harvest the fruit after planting the seed.
The drop of blood that recorded the information of the endless Abyssal bloodline began to rapidly take root, expand, and erode, causing the entire shattered ocean to boil.
Amidst the earth-shattering roar, countless dazzling rays of light emerged from the Abyss.
It was a sharp crystal that broke out of the sea.
Countless crystal pillars with sharp edges and corners tore through the cover of the ocean, soaring into the sky and spiraling upwards. In the end, they formed majestic giant pearls that were dozens of kilometers long.
Formed with a perfect double spiral, the spiraling crystal pillars glowed with blazing light.
Thousands of pillars crisscrossed, forming a defense, a fortress, or rather … a cage that isolated the inside from the outside!
At this moment, whether it was the Astral or the Queen of Rotten Dreams, they were all engulfed in the spiral cage formed by the Abyssal Blood!
Three minutes.
Three minutes had passed since the first explosion.
"Calculating the time, it should be time, right?"
Mathers looked up slightly and stared at the dark sea outside the crystal prison, waiting quietly.
At the same time, outside the fourth decision room of the Asia Territory.
The flames were blazing, but there was no dancing.
The huge building was falling apart, but there was no collapse or rumble.
This was because the moment the explosion occurred, everything had been forcibly frozen in place in terms of physics. It was as if a supreme law had descended, and all molecules were forcibly sealed, unable to move.
Time froze at the moment of the explosion.
A translucent projection appeared in the void, looking up at the scene of the explosion. He nodded and turned to the rescue team that had rushed over. "Follow the established procedures and carry out the gradual unlocking and rescue. Hurry up and save the casualties and personnel. I'll leave this place to you."
The scholars in charge of the border framework nodded and saluted.
Thus, the projection silently dissipated.
When it appeared again, it was above the dead sea.
Across the crystal prison, it stared at Mathers' face.
"How should I address you?"
In the projection, a man with a walking stick stared at Mathers' face. "Which master of the Golden Dawn came here?
Edward Witt? Woodman? Or should I say … Creator Mathers? "
"Samuel McGregor Mathers."
The elegant middle-aged gentleman raised his hat and introduced himself.
"Yegor." The visitor reported his name.
"The pillar of governance, the hand of peace." Mathers nodded in realization. "The great name of the preacher is like thunder in the Abyss. As a successor, you have done well. "
"Since we're already at each other's throats, there's no need to talk about friendship, Mr. Mathers."
Yegor said coldly, "No matter why you fell into the Abyss, when you stand in front of the Astronomy Society, you are our enemy."
"Then how do you plan to defeat me?"
Mathers smiled and asked calmly, "Are you going to use your crutch to beat me up? Although I want to consider myself a scholar, in terms of fighting skills, I won't lose to a polio patient.
Or are you going to use your preaching and sharp teeth to refute my beliefs? You want me to turn over a new leaf? Ah, this kind of plot seems to be very popular in the Realm recently. Can you let me experience it? "
"You're probably going to be disappointed."
Yegor shook his head. "As the secretary-general of the central decision-making room of the Directorate of Governance, I'm not good at fighting with people. I'm only here as a mascot.
The people who really want to be your enemy have just arrived. "
Behind the projection, a rainbow light descended from the sky and disappeared in a flash.
The flaming giant stepped out and trampled on the sea beneath his feet. He carried the Sword of Light that was engraved by a miracle on his shoulder. The blade of the sword scattered a blazing light, as if it was a sun that had been bestowed with a sharp blade.
Tyrannical divine power!
Colonel military officer of the Europa Regional Directorate of Governance, a Rank 5 Ascendant of the Nordic lineage, the one who was crowned — Surter!
Next, a gloomy man in a black robe with a scholar's crown on his head appeared. His eyes were slender, and his expression was harsh and cold, as if he had great dissatisfaction with the world.
But with his appearance, it was as if time had suddenly reversed. Even the waves and tides under his feet had become completely different.
All the crystal pillars above the sea had shrunk by a large amount in an instant, unable to grow again. Tiny cracks began to appear in the impenetrable defense.
On the chest of his black robe, there was a white pagoda-shaped emblem.
The scholar's crown decorated with golden tassels proved his lofty status.
The vice-principal from the Ivory Tower, a scholar of the 32 subjects who was famous for his erudition, and also a Ascendant from the Celestial genealogy, a Rank 5 Ascendant of the Path of Divine Marrow.
— Kronos!
The last person who came late had disheveled hair, as if he had not yet woken up. He was still holding a coffee cup in his hand. When he looked around, his expression was not serious at all. Instead, it was incomparably frivolous and calm.
It was as if he was here for an outing.
However, he was well-mannered.
He bowed slightly to Marth, the old senior.
"Continuing Academy Junior, Shahe."
The overly young Creator nodded to one of the members of the Golden Dawn of destruction in front of him. "Before I was born, you were a famous figure in genetics. I hope you will not be stingy with your guidance on my oceanography."
Marth glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile. "I'm afraid only you know whether you study oceanography or biology, right?"
"Ahaha, this is too exaggerated."
Shahe casually threw away his coffee cup and was about to exchange a few more pleasantries. However, the vice-principal from the Ivory Tower, the cold Kronos, sneered and directly launched an attack.
The Wheel of Time appeared!
Boom!
The majestic power collided in the void. The entire crystal prison shook slightly, and cracks appeared, but they quickly healed.
"Young people nowadays are really scary."
Marth smiled calmly. "I need to preside over the secret ritual of the double helix. It's inconvenient for me to leave. I'll let the other two colleagues do it for me …"
Accompanied by his words, from the endless abyss above his head, two ferocious large stars suddenly appeared. They fell and smashed toward the endless sea.
Amidst the extremely violent roars, earth-shattering airwaves spread out in all directions.
From this moment on, the war began.
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[Big brother, this is bad!]
Five minutes ago, when Huai Shi had just found a quiet corner and was trying to communicate with the Lord of the Flies, Beelzebub's horrified roar sounded in his mind.
[It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over. Hurry up and pack up. Let's get a share of the border relics and run —]
"Calm down, my friend."
Huai Shi sighed helplessly. What kind of storms and waves had he not seen before? Why was he making such a ruckus over a mere book? Perhaps he had not seen much of the world. "Could it be that some black-hearted woman has been captured again?"
[I smell it. Golden Dawn. It's definitely Golden Dawn!] Beelzebub screamed between the pages in panic. [Those traitors are coming!!!]
"What the hell?"
Huai Shi felt his vision turn black.
It was as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. His brain was shaking violently.
His legs turned to jelly, and he could barely stand.
Oh my god, this is really bad.
He could not take it anymore.
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