At this moment, the bridge of the Iron Crystal Constellation was filled with shrill alarms, and the error pop-up windows were stacked in scarlet red.
The moment Huai Shi pushed open the door, the entire Twilight Village was on the verge of collapse. If not for the dome giant constantly repairing it, it would have fallen apart by now.
But now, the curse and despair were like an ocean, drowning the entire world inch by inch … Almost all the observation devices were screaming at the highest volume allowed by the appearance settings.
The communications manager was about to go deaf from the reports of his subordinates.
"Warning, the depth of the area is rising … 14, 15 … 20! Depth of 20! "
"The final depth of the center is 23! It has reached the theoretical limit! "
"The black box of the tower area is complete, but it can't be sealed for too long."
"The melting of hell is accelerating. The estimated time has increased from six hours to four hours."
The mess of bad news almost blocked his ears, but the communications manager really hoped that he could block it so that he would not have to listen to the rest.
"Where's Huai Shi?" He pushed up his glasses and asked, "Is he still alive?"
"His biological signal is unstable, but his functions can still be maintained."
This was a blessing in disguise.
The communications manager looked at the vitals displayed on the screen and did not know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or worry.
Unbelievable. How could he still be alive in this state?
Wasn't this too much?
An ordinary Ascender would have long since been corrupted into some unknown creature after being soaked in such an environment with such an exaggerated concentration of curse energy. How could they still be able to move and breathe like they were now?
Just how bad was the situation inside …?
"What about the image?"
He raised his voice. "Send the image from inside."
"The accuracy is insufficient. The people from the mechanical department are urgently changing the scope … No, the depth interference is too great!"
"I don't care what you change. It doesn't matter even if you change the head. Hurry up and solve the problem!"
Even with the Iron Crystal Constellation's amazing technology and efficiency, it still took a full five minutes to peel off the noise and interference caused by the deep plunge and display the situation inside on the screen.
It was … a boiling ocean.
Amidst the never-ending wails, the darkness was surging in a viscous manner. It wanted to stir up a raging tide, but it was unable to break free from its shackles.
There were sounds of praying and screams, but most of them were hollow wails that had long since become numb.
The sea of calamity created by the remnant spirits churned rapidly. Countless limbs stretched out from the sea and pulled at Huai Shi's body in a frenzy.
It wanted to pull him into the depths of the darkness.
When he was outside the door, they could not affect Huai Shi, but once Huai Shi walked in, there was no protection to speak of.
He was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.
The sound of chains snapping could be heard continuously. The rusty seal could no longer imprison those crazed Spirit Souls. Darkness spread, and countless afterimages enveloped Huai Shi's body.
The further he went, the more he could feel himself being corroded and assimilated.
"It feels … ice-cold … and … quite refreshing …"
Panting heavily, Huai Shi squeezed out a smile with difficulty, but the smile was not much better than crying.
Beneath his feet, the turbulent ocean continued to tremble. Countless deformed limbs continuously stretched out from it, pulling at his body.
Strands of darkness spread out from where they pulled at him like a spider web, climbing up his neck and covering his face.
It was a curse born from despair, the essence condensed from pain, and the records carried by the fragments of the Spirit Souls.
And their fragmented records and memories …
Every time they touched him, Huai Shi would 'empathize' with them and experience everything that had happened to them. Everything that had happened to them before would repeat itself on Huai Shi.
It would trample on his soul.
It was as if his soul had split apart again, splitting into thousands of himself, constantly experiencing the pain that was engraved in this sea of darkness.
It was as if everything that had happened in the Myriad Heavenly Sphere was repeating itself.
But this time, there was no struggle or redemption, no satisfaction or end. There was only endless despair and pain.
The more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the quagmire.
Even if he tried his best to climb, he could not stop the viscous darkness from creeping up his neck. He was losing strength, bit by bit, being pulled into the sea of darkness.
On the iron crystal seat, there was an angry roar.
It was the Great Grandmaster.
"What's going on, Russell!"
The Great Grandmaster stared at the projection in the teaching and research room. "You didn't tell me about this! What's going on? "
In the observation, Huai Shi was being eroded and assimilated by the records of Hell at a speed thousands of times faster than ordinary people, falling toward the end of 'solidification' … The speed was too fast, so fast that it was unbelievable.
It was as if he had no resistance to it at all!
"It's just an affinity physique."
Russell said, "He himself is the best carrier of the Abyss Records. It's just that the degree of affinity is a bit too much. It's not something to be surprised about, is it?"
The Great Grandmaster was in disbelief. "Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier?"
Russell held the teacup and replied calmly, "You didn't ask either, did you?"
But no matter how righteous and confident he looked, his mood was by no means as calm as he appeared to be.
The teacup in his hand had been held for a long time. It was already close to his mouth, but he had forgotten to drink it.
He just stared straight at the scene transmitted to him on the screen.
He couldn't take his eyes off it.
In his other hand, he was still holding the emergency recall switch, but he still couldn't make up his mind to use the last insurance.
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more …
He couldn't help but move closer, as if his whole body was about to stick to the screen.
He watched Huai Shi's final struggle.
He was looking forward to a miracle.
But at that moment, Huai Shi's movements suddenly stopped for a moment. His eyes widened, and his outstretched palm stiffened in the air.
Then, it was completely covered by the viscous sea of darkness.
There was no trace of him anymore.
On the tower, the pure white remnant light quickly faded and was torn apart by the wailing sound.
Hell was engulfed by darkness.
In the dead silence, only the restless snowflakes and the scarlet warning were left on the big screen of the iron crystal seat.
[Signal interrupted]
"Russell!"
The Grand Master roared, "What are you waiting for!!!"
"Wait a little longer." Russell unconsciously moved closer and stared at the screen in front of him. "Wait a little longer … It's not time to give up yet."
On the teacup in his hand, cracks gradually appeared.
The torturous silence came.
Only the ticking of the second hand could be heard echoing in the room.
.
.
Huai Shi felt that he was about to melt.
Like a sugar cube falling into ink, the existence of his soul gradually thinned.
But the pain became clearer and clearer, purely reflected in every part of his nerves. But he doubted whether there were any nerves in his body now.
It was as if thousands of him had fallen into thousands of different hells at the same time, receiving different kinds of pain.
He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't resist the gravity of this sea of darkness. Even though he kept trying to awaken the Sacred Mark, Young Arbiter Ming was gradually unable to respond to his will.
The miracle was far away from him.
There was too much despair, as if he had watched countless children die prematurely.
The sanctuary of bones that sheltered the last of his consciousness had begun to crack.
It was about to collapse in the fall.
The light of the Sword of Virtue was rapidly dimming, and it could no longer resist the erosion of despair, falling apart.
The last straw was broken.
It was just the last bit …
Huai Shi wanted to laugh bitterly, but he didn't even have the strength to laugh.
In the darkness, he closed his eyes.
He just wanted to sigh.
Stupid, Huai Shi, no one will come to save you this time.
It was a meaningless gamble with his life.
In the end, he couldn't save anyone …
It was at that moment, a palm emerged from the deepest part of the sea of despair, propping up his back and stopping his fall abruptly.
Huai Shi looked back in shock and saw a broken face covered by rust in the darkness.
Deja vu.
That was … Myriad Changers?
It was indeed the figure he had seen in the sub-control center, the King of Forgers who created countless steel beasts!
On the face that was constantly peeling off, a smile appeared.
It was like an illusion.
Ignoring his broken body, he stretched out his arms and propped Huai Shi up!
Then, another hand stretched out from above and grabbed Huai Shi's wrist.
"You shouldn't be here … This is not your burial place."
The last flame of light was burning on the majestic and ferocious iron face. The Forger known as the 'Constant One' was pulling him back from the brink of dissolving.
Then, he fell apart in the darkness.
Then, it was the Life Elder. His arms, which were twisted and broken like trees, stretched out from the deepest part of the dark sea, supporting Huai Shi's body and rising with difficulty.
"Go, stranger, go where you should go!"
Broken silhouettes appeared one after another in this ocean. The former Forgers and Kings used their last bit of strength to lift him up from the bottomless depths of despair and move upwards.
They wouldn't allow him to fall into such a miserable state.
At the moment when they passed by each other, they handed over their last hope and strength to him.
In the deepest darkness, there was a light.
It illuminated Huai Shi's eyes.
It was the remnant spirits that had awakened from the eternal dream of despair. They opened their arms and pushed open a small gap in the dark sea. Little by little, they opened up a short path for him.
This was the last gratitude left by the countless crazy souls. They offered a meager gift of thanks to the Savior.
"Thank you …"
The illusory voice dissipated in the wails of hell.
Huai Shi was stunned on the spot. He looked at the small firefly in his palm in disbelief.
"Do you see it, Huai Shi?"
A distant voice sounded in his ear. "In the deepest despair, there is still hope for you."
The phantom of the flying bird stared into his eyes and told him, "This is not a coincidence, nor is it a precedent. It has nothing to do with me or anyone else. It is a change brought about by you, a miracle created by you. Other than you, no one else can enjoy such an honor. "
"Everything you've done is not meaningless."
Huai Shi didn't say anything.
It was at that moment that the outline of a sword appeared in the weak firefly.
It was burning.
From the deepest darkness, it illuminated Huai Shi's eyes.
It ignited everything, tore apart the deepest sea of darkness, and made all the wails come to an abrupt end. It turned into a raging flame, announcing its existence.
A great power emerged from the tiny light. It turned into a torrent and drove away the despair. On the solemn longsword, a sacred emblem was outlined.
As if she had finally awakened from a deep sleep, the divinity of the Young Master of Life operated in Huai Shi's body. She listened to the countless prayers in despair and received this sacrifice from hell.
The will of heaven descended!
It was at that moment that a crisp notification sounded from the communication device, breaking the silence of the Iron Crystal Throne.
Unknown signal, connect!
The scarlet warning disappeared without a trace. It was replaced by the surging light in the sea of darkness and the wails that tore everything apart.
It was a solemn declaration from the end of despair. It gradually turned into thunder and resounded throughout hell.
"Don't … gently … walk into that good night …"
In the turbulent sea of darkness, someone whispered and told everyone, "When old, you should burn and roar at sunset. “
"Roar, roar, denounce the retreat of the light.
"— — Denounce, denounce the disappearance of the light!"
And so, the sea of despair boiled.
It was because the pain could no longer restrain him. Endless waves rose from the squirming darkness, causing them to struggle madly, wanting to flee in panic.
It was as if the horn had been blown, revealing the first seal.
A thin figure walked out from the darkness.
He was burning. He was moving forward. He wore a crown on his head and had a white horse following him.
He was going to win. He was going to win again!
Russell opened his eyes wide. He subconsciously wanted to drink some water, but the teacup had already been crushed by him. He couldn't hide his loss of composure anymore. But no one paid attention to it anymore.
Everyone stared blankly at the screen, at the figure that rose from the darkness like the dawn.
"It's time for the sun to rise …"
Russell whispered softly. He grinned. His eyes seemed to be shining and full of expectation, "Go and destroy everything, Mr. Jean Valjean!"
And so, above the sea of darkness, the glorious blade was raised high. It tore apart the dark sky and illuminated the pair of solemn and cold eyes.
"With all my soul dedicated to this sword, virtue will exist with my legend —"
Looking down at the sea of despair before him, Huai Shi stared at the faces that were numb with pain. He roared with all his might, telling every broken soul in pain.
"Great spirit of God, rely on this sword."
At this moment, it was as if the will of God had really come in response to Huai Shi's vow. It moved on the blade formed by pure radiance. It descended with mercy and turned it into the axis of all things. Everything should revolve around it.
It was declared here.
"— — The mighty night ends here!"
The blade slashed down.
The mighty flame moved forward with a bang, causing the turbulent hell to suddenly freeze.
The despair and pain that were not worth mentioning dissipated silently under its illumination. The sea of darkness twitched violently and opened up to both sides.
It revealed a straight path.
From the burning radiance, the solemn white horse neighed and galloped out, crossing the sea of darkness. Endless pain and despair.
"Sun Maker, today, I will save everything!"
Huai Shi looked down at the restrained Gear Emperor and told him, "For you, I will bring about extinction!"
Under the restraint of the throne, the withered face smiled and bowed towards the fate that had already arrived. Layers of armor quickly opened, revealing the heart that was beating with difficulty.
There was no more hesitation.
In Huai Shi's hand, the glorious sword of light pierced down and pierced through the body … completely tearing the heart apart!
There was an instant of silence.
Then, pure white flames erupted.
From top to bottom, it pierced through all obstacles and completely broke the seal of disaster. Endless darkness gushed out from within, burning and spreading in all directions.
"Quick, quick, quick, quick!!!"
On the iron crystal throne, the grandmaster roared, "Everyone, move faster! Activate all the secret devices and stabilize the depth. This is the final work — "
At that moment, the dome giant Atlas raised his face.
With a sacred halo above his head, he took a step forward, reached out, and pressed on the Eternal Frost Furnace. Together with Huai Shi's actions, from the inside out, this divine artifact that only brought disaster and pain was completely destroyed!
After losing the response of the main control center, the broken perpetual motion machine could no longer stop the violent dismantling from the outside world.
Destroying the form, destroying the composition, breaking the balance, obliterating the miracle …
This was the cruelest way of destruction. Without leaving any room for leeway, the Eternal Frost Furnace was completely destroyed!
The secret instrument that had already shrouded the entire hell had now turned into a huge alchemy furnace, precisely bringing about the destruction of the tower. Countless fragments fell from the tower, and in the violent explosion, they slowly fell to the ground.
It should have been a disaster, but at this moment, there was no sound at all.
When the wails that had been lingering here for thousands of years came to an end, what remained was an unbreakable silence.
Countless wriggling spirits finally slowly rose from the darkness. With the purification of the secret device, they dissipated into the air. Those wriggling deformed limbs quickly stiffened under the illumination of the sacred light and fell apart.
They dissipated into a handful of dust.
There was no more sound.
The end of the peace that had been delayed for thousands of years had finally arrived.
When the countless dark clouds dispersed, the sky that was full of cracks was revealed. The originally nauseating and dull colors were rapidly fading away. The eternal dusk had completely ended.
At the end of the earth, an illusory dawn rose and swallowed everything.
It was over.
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