"What … is going on?"
Roland tried to make a sound or move his body, but he got no response. Flickering images kept flashing before his eyes, like a slide show.
Countless black dots moved around the sinkhole, like ants building a nest. Gradually, a high platform rose from the ground. However, compared to the incomparably huge sinkhole, the huge platform was only equivalent to a slightly raised mound on the ground.
But he was surprised to find that he had seen this building built with rough stone before.
— On the mural in the Temple of the Cursed.
Following his thought, the snowflakes on the screen zoomed in with a hissing sound. The black dots turned into squirming creatures, and their appearance matched the main body in the mural, the Radiation Clan.
Soon, the scene in front of him overlapped with the contents of the mural.
More than ten main bodies carried the relics of the gods onto the platform and formed a circle. Their bodies expanded and contracted as if they were performing some kind of ritual.
Below the platform, tens of thousands of matchstick men were escorted to the surroundings of the sinkhole, and then pushed into the bottomless sinkhole while the radiation clan danced wildly …
In this fanatical atmosphere, the last relic was pieced together, and the clear crystal became a complete and smooth prismatic body. It emitted a dazzling light and floated toward the sinkhole. Then, it fell straight down and quickly disappeared from sight.
He suddenly realized that this might be the "Bottomless Land" that Lan mentioned.
But this was only the beginning.
The next scene made Roland's eyes widen.
He saw an orange beam of light rising from the sinkhole, shooting straight into the sky. This scene was like the vision of the Dream World mentioned by the ancient witches, but much more magnificent. And the position in the sky happened to be facing the "Bloody Moon", which was where the Erosion was. For a moment, Heaven and Earth seemed to be connected, and the so-called Bottomless Land and the Erosion Mouth were just two ends of the beam of light.
The radiation clan rushed into the sinkhole like moths to a flame.
But they did not fall into the abyss. Instead, they floated lightly, as if they were being carried by something, and rose to the end of the sky.
For a moment, there were countless black dots in the beam of light.
Is this … the upgrade of civilization …
Roland couldn't help but think to himself as he watched the black dots disappear into the clouds under the gentle pillar of light. Breaking free from the shackles of the earth and entering a new world … Such a magnificent scene would probably stir anyone's heart.
But in such a scene, he heard a deep sigh — the sound seemed to echo directly in his mind, so clear that it could not be an illusion.
After the sigh, time flowed much faster, and the snowflake-like noise became denser.
The scene changed constantly, causing the earth to look like it had changed into mulberry fields.
Scattered towns appeared beside the patio. Perhaps not all of the Radiation Race had chosen to join the light pillar, but a small number of them had chosen to stay. Was it out of nostalgia for this world, or fear of the sky and the unknown? Roland did not know. He only saw that occasionally there were still black spots walking into the passage that connected heaven and earth, like the adventurers in the legends who pursued the deeds of the sages and embarked on an unknown road. However, compared to the scene where the races gathered at the beginning, they seemed much more lonely.
The pillar of light became dimmer and dimmer.
At a certain moment, it flickered twice and completely disappeared without a trace.
The dense snowflakes had covered every corner of Roland's field of vision, as if the story was coming to an end. According to the current situation, the world would return to peace, and the legend of the Path to Heaven would be preserved in the biographies of the Radiation Race for generations to come. Perhaps there would be some unwilling descendants who would go into the patio and try to find the path to upgrade and regain the glory of God. But that would be a long time in the future.
Just when Roland thought the scene would end like this, a "high wall" suddenly appeared at the end of the earth.
At first, he thought it was just an illusion. After all, the dense snowflakes had seriously obstructed his vision. But when the wall approached the patio, he finally saw what it was.
Giant waves, taller than the Impassable Mountain Range, were crashing down on the earth with unstoppable momentum, instantly swallowing up the jigsaw towns. The height of the waves was even as high as the clouds, reflecting a new skyline under the sunlight.
Roland could imagine how desperate the Radiation Clan must have been after witnessing all this.
But this was far from the end of the disaster.
As soon as the tsunami passed, volcanoes rose in the distance. The violent eruption eclipsed the sun, and volcanic ash rose into the sky, forming a special phenomenon of electric discharge. Then came the heavy rain and the cold winter, as if the earth's crust had suddenly entered the most active period. In front of this doomsday scene, the original appearance of the world was no longer there.
"Hiss … hiss …"
The image was gradually distorted, and the noise had almost completely filled up everything he saw.
Before everything disappeared, the last thing he saw was the glacier melting, and a tenacious plant poking its head out of the soil and opening a new bud.
"Your Majesty …"
"Your Majesty … Are you okay?"
Roland felt someone gently shaking him, and his voice was full of worry.
He suddenly opened his eyes. The ubiquitous snowflakes had disappeared, and everything in his eyes was clear again. It was still the inland river dock.
"It's … over?" Roland looked at his palm and murmured to himself.
Phyllis, however, thought he was asking her. "Yes, all the enemies were killed. None of them escaped. The magic cores also disappeared. The whole process lasted for several minutes. Only you stood there motionlessly, as if … you were asleep. Your Majesty, are you really okay? "
Roland did not know whether he was fine or not. Everything that he had experienced before was not an illusion. Now that he thought about it a little, he could reproduce all the scenes that he had seen. It was as if a bunch of memories of unknown origin had suddenly appeared in his mind. If that was all, he could even feel the exhaustion and weariness brought by the long passage of time. It was as if he had finished the journey of thousands of years in a few minutes.
That sigh also became an expression of his empathy.
Lan's words suddenly came to Roland's mind.
"Compared to what I tell you, the real answer is what you understand yourself. "
Is this … the end of the Battle of Divine Will?
"I'm fine." He took a deep breath. "I just saw some strange scenes."
"Strange scenes?" Phyllis blinked and then skipped this sentence. "It's not the time to talk about this, Your Majesty. The light just now almost lit up half of the sky. Many people should have noticed this area. If we don't leave as soon as possible, it's very likely that the Association will notice us. "
"I see. Let's go back according to the group we came from." He nodded and said.
Whether it was the Oracle's memory or something else, Roland could not tell for now, but he believed that these unknown questions would be answered one day.
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