Amidst the sudden wails, the torrent of Source Substance swept through and poured down from the sky.
In the furnace, the sound of countless Source Substance crystals shattering could be heard.
After offering such a generous sacrifice, with the high priest presiding over it, it was finally heard by the heavens.
The fallen gods reappeared here as illusions.
They looked down at hell from the light.
Liz raised the sacrificial ritual in her hand and chanted silently. Soon, the sound of a flood erupted from the void. As the phantoms of the gods dissipated, a slightly solid towering figure walked out from it.
He wore a ferocious ice-blue mask on his head, and four strange pottery pots wrapped around his waist. Thunder, rain, hail, and drought followed him.
His name was Tralok.
He was the master of rain and floods, the god of drought and plague.
Now, he lifted the sole of his foot and suddenly stomped down, leaving a footprint on the mud of the altar before silently dissipating into the air.
But the moment the footprint was imprinted, an endless torrent gushed out from under the pyramid. It looked like a flood, but it was just a spectacular qualitative change of Source Substance endowed by divinity.
In the blink of an eye, it swept to the end of the line of sight, almost covering half of the Twilight Village.
From the moment he set foot here, it had become his altar, and now, the area covered by the light had turned into his holy land.
The fourth layer of the legendary thirteenth layer of the sky, the cage of the tragic dead where countless dusks resided!
With this as a wedge, he forcibly nailed into hell here, plundering the territory, drawing a boundary, and forcibly taking over everything within the range of the secret ritual.
The light rising from the Great Pyramid enveloped the earth, covering almost one-third of the Twilight Village.
As the torrent swept through, countless huge machines operating under the earth shook with a loud roar. They separated from the system of the Twilight Village and became part of the Great Pyramid.
Miracle Inscription — Alien Underworld, Tralok!
Even the angry flash in the Central Tower could not be contained. The miracle inscription descended here, operating between heaven and earth. It was as if a brand-new soul had squeezed into this body and began to move its arms.
Then, the world turned upside down. Countless modules rose from the ground, forming obelisks. Like a forest, they tore apart the falling curtain of blood rain.
As the earth flipped, countless cannons rose from the darkness.
It was the defensive array left behind by the Purgatory Workshop Masters, and it was now under the control of the Ivy League.
Adjusting the direction, adjusting the angle, extracting the majestic power from under the earth's crust, they aimed at the sky and ignited the flames.
The dark clouds trembled as countless cracks were torn apart by the cannon fire that soared into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a storm of metallic light descended from the sky. The ingots made from Origin Substance and steel rubbed against each other until they were bright red. They turned into a destructive meteor shower that fell towards the Iron Crystal Throne.
Even though they were far away, they could still feel the scorching pain.
In the bridge, the Great Grandmaster stared silently at the approaching flames, unmoved.
Meanwhile, the staff members walking by the side acted as if they didn't see this terrifying scene. They worked calmly and carried on as usual.
Only the boundless water around the Iron Crystal Throne was trembling slightly.
Distorted gravity spread out in the air, enveloping the entire submarine, forming an invisible deep sea that swallowed up the sky full of cannon fire.
They couldn't even break through the outermost layer of defense.
In the tens of thousands of cannon fire, a blazing flash suddenly appeared, just like a giant spirit throwing out its weapon in a rage.
The light condensed into the sharp shadow of a stone tooth sword, tearing through the deep sea of gravity and breaking through layer by layer.
Lightning twined around it, followed by the sound of thunder.
In the legends, the thunder in the sky was the Rain God breaking a jar full of disasters and bringing destruction to the world.
The lightning flashed and disappeared, but nothing happened.
The stone tooth sword disappeared into thin air.
It was as if it didn't exist at all.
Only a towering silhouette faintly appeared behind the giant submarine … …
It was a blurry shadow half-kneeling on the ground, as if it was in deep thought with its head lowered. In that short moment, it didn't reveal any aura of wisdom or knowledge. Instead, it revealed unparalleled power and indescribable majesty.
The giant squatted under the Iron Crystal Throne.
It carried the entire sea of gravity on its back and supported the giant Iron Crystal Throne on its shoulder.
It firmly separated the sky and the earth, making the world stable and unharmed.
A halo suddenly emerged from the sky above the Iron Crystal Throne and quickly spread out, covering one-third of the Land of Dusk, covering the rain and the night, shrouding everything under its own protection.
"The little man in the bottle?"
On the huge bridge of the airship, Pan Delong, who was in charge of things, raised his eyes and looked at the faint traces left by the huge silhouette in amazement.
Unbelievable.
How could it be so fast?
The iconic strategic weapon of the Ivory Tower.
It was a fictional life form born from the alchemy cauldron after countless improvements and creations based on artificial technology, the Holy Spirit — Homon Kruss!
But when it grew to such a scale, it could no longer be called the little man in the bottle that couldn't even leave the bottle when it was in its infancy.
It had been given a name, recorded in the miracle mark, and became a living miracle!
Even if it could only exist for a few weeks, it was still an invincible and terrifying weapon … …
As long as one witnessed the power it displayed and the iconic silhouette, one could guess where the name given to it came from.
The Dome Giant, Atlas!
The great spirit that shouldered the earth and the sky.
"… … You've always been like this, Mikhail."
Michelle raised his eyes and whispered indifferently, "Always hiding in your own corner, not playing games with others, hiding yourself and your creations in a place that others can't see … … Now that I think about it, your autism has already shown signs since then, right?"
He asked softly, "Shouldn't you share the joy with your peers when you have something good?"
No one responded.
Only a sharp voice sounded in the engine room.
It was the control stick that Michelle gripped tightly. Now the steel was bent under his anger.
"You … … bastard … …"
He tried his best, spared no expense, and finally took the lead.
But when the curtain was lifted, he found that he still couldn't get rid of the enemy he hated. They were barely evenly matched. There was nothing more humiliating than the word 'evenly matched'.
Just like how he had received it countless times before.
Every time in the assessment, he was the best. But the closer he got to the end, the more Michelle found that the perfect score that he fought for with all his might was just a natural starting point for some people.
If only he could hear the mockery. It didn't matter if he was laughed at or despised. But from the beginning to the end, he could only get this indifferent attitude.
Calm and cold.
Even if he was rejected and resisted by everyone, it didn't matter to him. Instead, it seemed like he took it for granted.
He was so arrogant that he didn't put everyone in his eyes … …
"Put the gift up!"
After a long time, Michelle ordered expressionlessly, "It's better to share the joy than to share the joy alone … … After receiving the favor of others, there should be some repayment."
The scholar nodded, turned around, and left quickly.
Not long after, in the huge laboratory, in the pillar of light, the core of the two branch control centers, the remains of the former King of Casting, suddenly shook.
A grayish-black flame burned in the wind lamp.
In the empty shell that was as solemn as a statue, two lines of blood tears flowed silently from its eyes.
In the dark world of the Village of Dusk, in the midst of the bloody rain, a gust of crimson wind suddenly rose out of thin air and came to this narrow world. It moved horizontally and vertically, instantly covering every inch of the air.
Wherever it passed, countless raindrops evaporated. The lush green flowers instantly withered and dried up. They were eroded by the horrifying high temperature and the violent toxins in the air, ushering in death.
Then, the fluttering snowflakes mixed in with the heavy rain slowly fell.
The ash-like snow powder didn't blend into the bloody water. Instead, it lightly floated through the rain and drifted between heaven and earth. Not long after, the whole world turned gray.
The Febrile Wind and the Precipitous Tide.
The terrible disaster that Huai Shi had only seen in the witch's dream suddenly descended in this narrow hell.
When he was once a giant beast, he couldn't understand the terrifying power of these two, but when he really felt their existence, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.
The Erosion Bastards hiding in various corners were already screaming hoarsely.
Anyone who was contaminated with a trace of gray sediment would experience mental erosion and pain not inferior to the calamity ash. The originally clear reason would quickly fade as the sediment continued to increase. In the end, they would completely fall into madness and throw themselves into the febrile wind and rainstorm.
They were seeking their own deaths.
They welcomed rapid aging, but before they could die of old age, they would die painfully under the burning and violent toxins of the febrile wind. In the end, only a tragic corpse would be left in the bloody rain.
The current Village of Dusk had become an out-and-out hell.
In addition to the spontaneous combustion of the scorching sun and the petrification curse of the darkness, there was also the decaying blood rain of the Iron Crystal Throne, as well as the Ivy League's febrile wind and sedimentary tide …
Five deadly curses filled every inch of the place, almost turning this place into a hopeless situation.
If there was no protection, the moment one was exposed, they would be doomed to a tragic death.
But not long after, Huai Shi saw a thin white fog slowly spreading from the end of his line of sight. It was as light as a layer of white gauze, faintly discernible and difficult to distinguish, but it gently covered the earth …
The corners of Huai Shi's eyes began to twitch.
Curse.
The sixth … …
Just by looking at the scattered light of Origin Substances on the ground, he knew what was going on. .
That was the 'return gift' from the Iron Crystal Throne.
Under the corrosion of the fog, the Erosion Bastards' Origin Substances actually began to dissipate, disappearing at every moment.
If this happened to a Sublimator's soul, it would be as tragic as losing a large amount of blood. Their soul would probably collapse in less than five minutes, and they would be finished.
Do you really need to be so ruthless?
Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
He could already foresee the future of the Village of Dusk being covered in countless curses … …
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