When dawn passed, it was still dark between heaven and earth. When the sun rose, it couldn't shine through the thick dark clouds that shrouded the earth.
Thunder roared and lightning flashed, shrouding the inner circle of the pill waves.
Countless rays of light shuttled between the dark clouds, illuminating the strange shadows that crept in another world behind the clouds …
But this wasn't a rare thunderstorm like the news said, but a hell on earth that was taking shape.
Over a long period of time, countless painful souls were forced into despair bit by bit, ushering in the eruption of the Abyss' precipitation. Finally, they fell into the hell that they created.
Living in the human world was too painful.
They had no choice.
The only place they could go was that kind of place … to escape to hell.
In the Dragon Summoning Flute's mirror, all the numerical changes were very direct and clear. Behind the countless changes, the creation framework from the Abyss emerged, revealing its ferocity.
"Truth Hengchang?"
Russell's projection whispered softly, "Is it really Woodman's work?"
"One of the creators of the Golden Dawn?"
Isaac asked, "I heard that he was already dead when the Kingdom of Heaven fell."
"Yes," Russell said, "I killed him with my own hands."
"…"
In the silence, Isaac was stunned and looked at the projection, but Russell's projection was still calm and expressionless. Only the gloomy eyes showed the coldness of a beast.
"Unfortunately, it's too late," Russell said. "If I had acted more decisively back then, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."
The one named 'William Robert Woodman' was already dead.
He died in the hands of Russell 70 years ago, when the Kingdom of Heaven fell.
But his work was still circulating in the world — his last masterpiece, and also his inheritor, a meme that spread all over the world like a virus, gathering the essence of the dark side of human nature.
"This is probably what the so-called 'lingering spirit' means, right?"
Russell sighed in annoyance. "He sacrificed his soul and Stigmata to his work, creating an illusion that doesn't exist in this world. It was spread by word of mouth and words, and even the meme operation of the Astronomy Association couldn't isolate it."
Like a virus, it turned into fragments that were everywhere, parasitizing in the Silver Ocean, and was difficult to eradicate.
"For the past seventy years, he has been like a devil, tirelessly luring people to hell and digging their own graves. God knows how many riots he has incited."
"It sounds like Mephisto."
"Isn't that so? Have you read that stupid book, Faust? That's the companion he took away from the Kingdom of Heaven back then … It's like the owner. That's all I can say, right? "
Russell knocked on the table and said coldly, "If it's him, then the source of the Beast of Eternal Life's cells can be explained. After all, Golden Dawn is a remnant of the Utopia, so it's not strange for it to have such a collection.
You spent so much effort to incite the general's ambition, created all this, and introduced the two elements of destruction in the present realm. Was it all for this scene? "
He said, "The [Fusion] of Destruction Elements."
In this hell on earth, the combination of the elements of destruction was about to begin.
A seed that could destroy the world was slowly sprouting.
The reason why the Elemental Destruction was called an Elemental Destruction was because of this hidden danger.
It was a power that could destroy the present realm.
It was too general to say so. It was just the information that was announced to the public.
Before the disappearance of the previous president, there were a total of twenty-four elements of destruction on the Silencer's Monument, and only nineteen had been revealed so far.
Twenty-four forces that could destroy the entire world. Nine of them had been permanently taken in by the Continuation Academy, and four, including the old Gaia, had been completely destroyed.
But there were too many things that could destroy the entire world. At best, it was just a possibility. Was there a need to care so much?
There were too many things in this world that could destroy everything. Who could count them? More often than not, it only took a madman who didn't care about the consequences to ignite the fuse to usher in destruction.
To be more precise, the so-called 'Elemental Destruction' should be something that could destroy the present realm once a certain prerequisite was completed!
This was a secret that was strictly guarded by the organizations above the decision-making room. As the vice president of the Ivory Tower, Isaac had only heard a few words.
For example, the Elemental Destruction was actually in a corresponding relationship.
The essence of the twenty-four Elemental Destruction was calculated by mobilizing the infinite wisdom of the Silver Ocean through the Silencer's Monument. There were twelve kinds of 'annihilation endings' that would appear in the future.
Once the corresponding Elemental Destruction was completed, the fate and future of all things would be completely rewritten.
The destruction of the present realm was imminent.
Once the deep assimilation was completed, the swamp man virus would begin to spread wildly and take over everything.
In the end, it would combine with the rancher's divinity.
The belief of the undying and the existence of the undying god would merge into one, completing the synthesis between the Elemental Destruction …
"But … the rancher's counterpart isn't the Beast of Eternal Life." The vice president found it hard to understand, "It should be the 'gray-robed man', right?"
"The gray-robed man abandoned the Abyss. Isaac, as long as he doesn't give up the responsibility that the president left to him, he will never be able to obtain the rancher, nor will he be able to blow the horn of the 'Battle of Amidst Dudon'. That was the last protection that the previous president left for his assistant. "
Russell sneered, "Guess what 'Golden Dawn' corresponds to as the Elemental Destruction?"
Isaac didn't say anything.
— — As the Elemental Destruction, [Golden Dawn] corresponded to [Heaven]!
But Heaven had already fallen in the hands of Perron.
The remains were gone.
Isaac didn't know much about what happened back then. He didn't know whether Perron chose to destroy Heaven to eradicate Golden Dawn or for his own purpose.
But no matter what the reason was, the result wouldn't change.
As the Elemental Destruction, Golden Dawn had just been born, and it had already lost its corresponding half, unable to obtain the final completion.
Everything that was happening in front of him was a hellish experiment of the Golden Dawn.
Using the inner circle of the pill wave as a petri dish, they fused the power of the two Elemental Destruction on the hybrid culture medium, intending to pry into the real result.
Breaking Yingzhou's hell circle was just a matter of convenience. They wanted to use the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in exchange for the final answer!
Now, under the call of the messenger, the thunderclouds rumbled.
The hell on earth rumbled, and an invisible gravitational force pulled the power of 'Paradise', opening a path to hell.
"Magna Est Veritas Et Prava Avebit —"
Truth flourished.
On top of the burning Empire State Building, Woodman looked up at the dark sky with an indifferent smile. From the gradually increasing depth, the creation framework from hell was set up.
Everything was shrouded in hell.
The swamp man virus was rapidly sprouting, transforming and evolving again, spreading from the entire inner circle of the pill wave, deeply integrating with the divinity of the messenger …
"At this point, no matter how useless the Continuation Academy is, they should have noticed that there is an additional 'damper' on the Doomsday Clock, right?"
He whispered softly, looking up and looking into the distance.
After the sudden shattering of the sky, the Light of Extinction descended from the sky. The light was as sharp as a knife, cutting the dark clouds from the south to the north, then suddenly turned and perfectly circled the entire Pill Wave District.
The light was like an iron curtain, instantly isolating the inside from the outside.
Cleansing List, activate!
Not long after, the monsters from the Border Prison test area would drive straight in, destroying everything in sight. Through the subsequent sixteen operating procedures, from physics to memory to history, the entire inner circle of the pill wave would be erased from the world …
Woodman looked down at all of this with a mocking smile.
Whether this place could continue to exist or not had nothing to do with him.
What the Golden Dawn wanted was only the final result. The data and changes produced between [Yes] and [No] would all be recorded during observation.
Destruction would only speed up the process of deepening, just like war and massacre.
It had always been the only way to create hell.
Now, as the earth rumbled, a ferocious corner of the behemoth that existed between the present realm, the border, and hell appeared. When countless crowded buildings were pushed to the sides out of thin air, a thick door appeared in front of the inner circle of the pill wave.
The pitch-black door was covered with reliefs of pain, and the moment the huge outline appeared in the air, a cold aura spread in all directions, freezing everything.
It was the last work of the creator, Rodin — the Gates of Hell, a boundary that completely isolated all the pollution and monsters in the Continuation Academy.
Now, the door leading to Border Prison Lin Bo slowly opened a crack.
A figure that had not been seen in the mortal world for a long time appeared, staring at the hell on earth in front of him with pity in his eyes.
— Creator, Shah!
The man who always had a playful smile on his face now had a serious expression, evaluating and witnessing everything with the naked eye, completing the final procedure.
Indeed, there was no saving this place.
Next, it was time to start the purification process.
He slowly raised his hand, and with his movement, the Gates of Hell shook violently and burst forth with a roar. The behemoth from the Border Prison behind the door let out a hungry cry, eager to plunge into this tragic battle and poison.
But the narrow Gates of Hell could not be opened.
Shah paused in his movements.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked ahead. From the thin rain, a battered figure appeared.
It was as if he had run all the way here, rolling and crawling. His body was covered in wounds, and he staggered forward, looking like a beggar on the street.
But now, he stood in front of Shah and the Gates of Hell, supporting his trembling knees with difficulty.
Just like that, he spread his arms.
Facing extinction and death.
Under the countless observation mirrors, the man's face was clearly visible.
Miyamoto Genichiro.
"Why do you have to do this, Miyamoto?"
Shah looked at his student with pity in his eyes. "You know, the Cleansing List has never been revoked before. Doing this will only sacrifice yourself."
"Then sacrifice me!"
Miyamoto's voice trembled and hoarse. "Please take my life! The Divine City is my student, and the creation of the swamp people disease is my tool. I should die, I should die here! "
"But Sensei …"
He was already crying and kneeling on the ground. "Please save my compatriots, I beg you, I beg you …"
In a brief moment of silence, Shah lowered his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Miyamoto," he said. "There's nothing I can do."
"Then, I won't give up either!"
Miyamoto's face twitched with uncontrollable fear, but he did not leave. "I've given up too many times. Sensei, please allow me to die here with them."
"Then, how about me?"
A hoarse voice came from behind him.
Under the umbrella held up by the student, an old man in a wheelchair with a respirator was pushed forward. His chest rose and fell with difficulty, and the sound of his breathing was muffled through the respirator.
The former Head of the Science Department of Kyoto University, Shizukuro Jiang …
Miyamoto raised his head and looked at him in shock.
"Idiot, what can you do alone? You can't even get the budget. You're just a useless piece of metal. "
Under the respirator, the old man mercilessly scolded his old friend. When he looked at the Gate of Hell, his voice was hoarse. "I'm also a hybrid of the Danbo Inner Circle. If you want to destroy them, please take me with you."
Beside him, the old hybrid who had just thrown away his police uniform ran over, panting violently.
In the distance, the sound of engines breaking through the blockade was constantly heard. One figure after another emerged from the depths of the rain, passing through the border transit. They came from all over the world …
The Ivory Tower, the Imperial College, the Ivy League, the Royal University of Egypt …
There were men and women, and some were young, but most of them were old people.
At this very moment, scholars, sublimators, alchemists of the Stonecauldron Society, and others took off their uniforms and insignias. The old men took off their hats and flipped their hair, revealing the characteristics of their hybrids.
Just like that, together with Miyamoto, they stood in front of the purification army.
They silently waited for the arrival of destruction.
Silent resistance.
"You know what you're doing, don't you?"
Shah looked at the people in front of him with pity. "You can only sacrifice yourselves in vain. The purification list won't be canceled because of your resistance."
"At least give them a chance, Sensei!"
Miyamoto knelt on the ground and begged humbly. "Just one chance is enough … Sensei, I beg you … Are people born to live in hell?"
"Miyamoto, among the students I've taught, you're the worst …"
Shah sighed in pity, but he didn't wave his hand down. He slowly clenched his fingers and retracted them.
The gates of hell weren't closed.
Thousands of hungry eyes behind the gate stared coldly at the mortal world before them.
"You only have fifteen minutes, Miyamoto."
Shah said softly, "With my authority, I can only do so much for you. As the price, no matter what the result is, your life will no longer belong to you. You will spend the rest of your life in the Continuation Academy. You will continue to serve the present realm as a prisoner. "
Fifteen minutes in exchange for a lifetime.
Miyamoto collapsed on the ground, covering her face, but she couldn't help but cry with joy.
"Thank you, Sensei, thank you …"
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In the projection of the Dragon Summoning Flute, Russell rubbed his chin and looked over curiously. "By the way, Isaac, weren't you watching Miyamoto?"
"Yes, but he ran away after receiving an email."
The vice-principal nodded calmly and apologized. "I'm sorry, Your Excellency. This is my dereliction of duty."
"…"
In the silence, Russell's expression became heavy. He scratched his head helplessly. "Isaac, this is a big mistake. It's not something that can be brushed off with a deduction of two days' salary … It'll be at least a week's deduction!"
Isaac was still expressionless. He just put his hand on his chest and bowed. "Thank you for your punishment."
"There's no need for that," Russell said. "However, I'm curious. Who sent that email?"
Isaac shook his head. "It's from the Astronomical Society. It seems to be a confidential message, but I think this matter … has something to do with one of our Sensei."
Russell raised his eyebrows, understanding tacitly.
In the mountains, in a resort hotel that was closed off from the outside, Ai Qing stared at the live broadcast of the next day's news. The lighter between her five fingers spun silently.
This was the last email message she sent to Miyamoto before she handed over her phone.
It only contained the words' Swamp People '.
With Miyamoto's ability, it wasn't difficult to guess what had happened. It wasn't difficult to imagine what would happen next. It was a bit too cruel to expect an old scholar to make a sacrifice, but other than that, there was nothing else she could do.
This was the last chance she could fight for Huai Shi.
Fifteen minutes …
Huai Shi, this is your last time.
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When the countdown to extinction came, the final battle within the Alliance was finally about to come to an end.
In the dilapidated conference room, blood was already dripping, and corpses were scattered everywhere. Among the dozens of corpses, the old man roared, waved his sword, and pierced the enemy's heart.
Scarlet blood gushed out, dyeing the old man's face red again.
In this way, in the burning headquarters, amidst the fighting everywhere, he gasped for breath, raised his head, and looked at the enemy close at hand.
"You're still too young, Chiba."
Sheng Tianmu grinned, pulling at the bloody wound on his face, and his smile became ferocious. "You didn't expect this, did you? When I was young, I was the king of fighting in the inner circle of Danbo! "
In the corridor, the blood-stained Chiba struggled to move forward. He fought all the way to here, and the subordinates beside him had already been killed.
He successfully forced the last enemy into a desperate situation.
Even if he was already covered in bruises.
"Come on, old man."
He wiped the blood off his face, pulled out a katana from the corpse on the ground, and held it tightly.
In the thick smoke and burning, the traitor and the president looked at each other from afar, forgetting the sound of the building collapsing.
This was the final struggle of a cornered beast.
When the loud noise burst out in the distance, the two of them roared at the same time. The beast showed its claws and teeth, colliding in the same place, and the high-pitched sound of steel rubbing against each other burst out.
Then, the broken katana flew from the air, fell to the ground, and fell apart.
Sheng Tianmu's face twitched. He looked down with difficulty and saw the blade piercing through his chest from his shoulder.
The winner was decided!
"Your history is over, Sheng Tianmu, together with the history of the alliance —"
Chiba twisted the blade and gasped with difficulty. "Take your throne with you. This is the last friendship between you and me."
The corner of Sheng Tianmu's mouth twitched with difficulty, as if he was smiling.
Such a close distance.
So good …
With the last of his strength, he raised his trembling left hand in his sleeve and pulled the trigger.
In the loud noise, a scarlet burst out of Chiba's heart.
Chiba, I've waited my whole life, not to be the president. I want to prove that I didn't fail back then. One day, I can also become a hero.
"Chiba, thank you."
He said, "Thank you."
In silence, Chiba slowly lowered his head, looked at the wound on his chest, and fell to the ground with the old man.
In the end, they died together.
But he didn't know why, but he didn't feel angry. It didn't matter, even if he died.
He just felt … pity for the others.
"It's too stupid, Sheng Tianmu."
Chiba murmured in disappointment. "Kneeling on the ground, you can't be saved …"
If this continued, all the hybrids could only die from suffocation and silently disappear.
But if they died, they should cry out loud.
At least, they should let people know that they … once existed.
"If we can't live in the human world, we can at least go to hell …"
He leaned against the wall and used the last of his time to look at the dark sky beyond the broken wall. "We have nowhere to go except hell."
"You're really a hero, Chiba. I'm far inferior to you …"
In the pool of blood, Sheng Tianmu smiled silently.
He was dying, but in such a precious time, he didn't recall the warm memories with his family. The only thing he could remember was the first time he met the young man.
When the time jumper from the future knelt in front of him and begged for his help, he was so happy and happy.
It was as if all the pain in his life had been redeemed.
"Please let me help you." Sheng Tianmu held the young man's hand tightly. "Please let me help you!"
He only had one question.
"May I ask, what did I look like before I died?"
At that time, the young man looked up and told him seriously, "Impassioned!"
What a joke.
He knew that it was a lie.
He must have died in a sorry state, right?
He had always been like this. He was afraid of failure, never took risks, never sacrificed anything. If there was nothing he could do, he would kneel at the feet of the enemy and beg for mercy, tears and snot, and beg them to be merciful and spare his life …
In the end, he would be killed like a wild dog.
All these years, he had such a terrible dream countless times.
He woke up countless times and was afraid countless times.
He was ashamed of his weakness and sad for his sorry state. He was in pain for his failure and felt despair for all of this.
He was crying because he couldn't be a hero.
Now, death had finally arrived. All the nightmares he had feared had disappeared and were replaced by an indescribable peace.
He wasn't in pain, but he couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
"Qianye Kun, dreams are all lies."
He stretched out his hand with difficulty and used the last of his strength to touch the fire in the distance, but everything seemed to turn into bubbles, gradually dimming and dissipating.
Dreams were the opposite.
Everyone, don't be afraid.
This time, we will definitely have …
The future.
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