Time and space were torn apart.
Even though it had decayed for over nine thousand years, and even though it had suffered a loss in the process of splitting apart a planet, the power of a true god was still terrifying, and it had hibernated in this world made up of broken pieces of history, and had never truly solidified, and the moment the divine power of the same origin resonated with it, all the energy it had accumulated shot out in all directions in the blink of an eye.
The pale crack in the space-time structure abruptly expanded and twisted into all sorts of horrifying shapes. The tiny cracks around the crack seemed to have come to life and began to spread in all directions. Wherever the crack went, matter, energy, and even space itself were immediately annihilated and shattered, turning into the most basic information elements. The already chaotic dimension became even more chaotic under the ravaging of the divine storm, and the endless sea of clouds whipped up a storm that was dozens of kilometers tall, and the shockwaves from the surging divine power created billions of lightning bolts in the storm, and in the face of such terrifying power, the expanding and rising dimensional structure finally stopped growing for the first time.
Hao Ren could see with his naked eyes that a large area of "collapse" had appeared at the edge of the battlefield, and it was as if countless gravitational sources had appeared out of thin air, and wherever the divine storm swept past, light rays would unnaturally bend and stack up, forming all sorts of bizarre curtains, and within the curtains, a large number of Gorgon starships and other spaceships, soldiers, and buildings from the other eras could be seen disintegrating after being contaminated by the power of the Mad Lord.
"The dimensional structure has stopped growing, entering the disintegration stage …" The support AI had no emotions, and only knew to report the information it had gathered. "The divine storm is rapidly weakening, estimated to cross the equilibrium point in three minutes …"
Just the shockwaves that Rheia had left behind in this dimension would not be able to destroy everything here once and for all, but to Hao Ren, this level of explosion was more than enough.
The rampaging divine power had cleared everything at the edge of the battlefield, and not only had it stopped the dimensional structure from growing, it had also suppressed the speed at which the corrupted ancient fleets were "rising".
"It's time to attack!" Salaman's voice roared through the command system of the guardian fleet. "For Mother! For all life! "
"For Mother, for all life!"
The guardian fleet that had been suppressed and forced to retreat unleashed all of its fury, as countless high-energy beams and missiles rained down on the corrupted remnants that had survived the divine shockwave, and the chaotic sea of clouds was abruptly ignited by the flames of battle.
The droid swarm had also completed a new round of Annihilation Lances charging, and with the order to fire, hundreds of blinding white beams shot out from the army's formation, piercing through the endless chaotic sea of clouds as they slowly moved and cut a series of dimensional rifts on the battlefield.
The space above the battlefield curled up as a fake starry sky appeared, and those mutated, massive, and insane stars were the nightmarish memories of the destruction of the universe, and under the aftershock of the divine shockwave, they shook, trembled, and then fell.
And below the battlefield, the endless sea of clouds had finally cracked open. When the stability of the dimensional structure had reached its limit, and the divine resonance had reached its peak, the barrier that separated the world was no longer stable, and a small and short passage had appeared between the deep world and the surface world. Hao Ren looked at the images from the monitors outside, and he saw the clouds and mountains of L 'Haronne, the land covered in the flames of war, and a black citadel with an approaching army.
…
The storm had weakened slightly, but it had never stopped.
Fighting in the storm was not a wise move, and if it was a normal battlefield, against a normal enemy, a normal commander would never choose to attack a fortified citadel in a storm.
But Constance knew that she had no other choice, and the world had no other choice.
The storm would not stop, and it was not a natural phenomenon, but a manifestation of the world's madness. There was only one chance, and there was only one chance to stand before the nest of the power of "Annihilation" and launch a direct attack.
This was the only chance from the beginning of the first era to this day, after countless years of annihilation, the turn of the eras, and the cycle of annihilation.
A dying festered monster roared as it charged out of the rain, and that hideous face no longer had any human features, and there were no longer any signs of human limbs on its body. All that could be seen were bits of metal hanging on its skin, indicating that it was once a knight of the Ebon Blade, or a member of the imperial army.
Constance raised her hand and swung her sword, as powerful magic gathered on the blade, and it unleashed a power even stronger than the Broken Blade's blade of light. Before the monster could reach her, it was split in half, and turned into dust in the rain.
"Keep moving! Guard the flanks! Flatten everything in your way, including every single residential building you see! "
"The monsters can come from anywhere!"
The commanding officer's roar came from afar, and his voice pierced through the rain, and the occasional cannons and explosions created visible shockwaves in the air. The ancient houses of the imperial capital were destroyed by the Pyrocrystal Cannons, and the statues and towers of the city that were filled with history and glory also crumbled under the bombardment of the battlefield magic, and those that fell were all things that Constance had watched grow up.
Today, within this one day, they would all vanish into thin air.
The giants were just outside the city, and together with the "little girl" that they were loyal to, they looked at the battlefield from afar, as if they were abiding by some ancient creed, and were watching the battle solemnly from the sidelines.
And the soldiers did not have any questions or complaints about it.
Another monster was sliced in half by Constance, and her other hand released a bolt of lightning, saving a northern warrior who had fallen to the ground due to his unstable footing.
She stared at the city that was slowly being destroyed in the flames of war, and the words that Rheia told her appeared in her mind again.
"Do you know the truth of this world? The truth of those cycles …
"They are not a curse, nor are they the malice of this world, but the only legacy that the ancestors left you, and it was the only hope that they had snatched from the mouths of the apocalypse and the calamity after paying a huge price.
"While you were fighting, another battle was happening on the other side of the battlefield …"
A loud rumble came from the sky, and even the never-ending rain seemed to have weakened a little at that moment. The soldiers gasped, and even Constance could not help but look up.
She saw the clouds split open, and a chaotic, corrupted dimension appeared in the sky, and countless of warships were engaged in battle in that dimension.
This time, she did not see the scene of the other world through divine resonance, but due to the dimensional tear that caused the two worlds to interact, and not only she could see the anomaly in the sky, the normal soldiers could too.
"Ignore the sky!" She roared, and her voice, empowered by magic, rang across the entire battlefield. "Keep going!"
"Keep going!" "Keep going!"
The commanders quickly maintained order, and Rheia's pitiful face appeared before Constance's eyes.
She heard Rheia's voice rang in her head again, "… But, Constance, do you know? You're not a true inheritor, or should I say, you're not a normal inheritor … "
She raised her sword almost instinctively, and blocked the attack of a black claw.
"After knowing that you can use a method similar to the Ebon Blade to teleport your consciousness between a dozen clones, I was a little interested in you, and we know of your unusual birth method. You were brought out from a lava lake by Emperor Berentine two hundred years ago, and you are not like the short-lived inheritors who have normal parents, and you are not from the ancient times like the long-lived inheritors …"
The monster with the black claw fell, and in the rain, his body quickly dissipated, and his face reverted to his human form at the very last moment. It was a normal looking man, a nameless imperial soldier.
He even smiled at Constance, and his smile was filled with admiration.
It was the same expression that many imperial soldiers and knights had when they met the princess. While they tried to hide it, Constance was always able to notice it.
Constance looked up, and the palace appeared before her. It was the place where she grew up, and looking at the familiar tall walls and spires, she realized that she was calmer than she expected.
The warriors around her were all injured, and the Broken Blades that followed her into the city were less than half of them. A large number of soldiers formed a line of defense at the back, fending off the monsters that kept charging at them, and in the rain, those figures seemed very far away.
Along the way, most of the fallen soldiers had committed suicide. After being injured by the claws of annihilation, or falling behind due to exhaustion, almost all of the soldiers would commit suicide. They would activate the runestones they carried on them, and blow themselves up.
That way, the number of enemies would not increase.
The palace gates were wide open, and it was strangely quiet inside. There were mutated monsters everywhere in the city, but at the source of annihilation, everything was quiet as if it was a holy land.
Constance took a deep breath, and in her mind, a young but strangely trustworthy voice rang again. "Constance, I have checked your soul, and I did it without you noticing. Do you know why you could transfer your consciousness between a dozen clones so easily without any discomfort or delay?
"Because your soul is man-made."
Charlemagne walked through the rain, and his body was steaming. In his hand was the famous sacred sword of Izzo, the "Blazing Sun". He looked at Constance, and his expression was more composed than before. "There seems to be something strange in there, we can first …"
Constance waved her hand to cut him off. "I'll go first, the rest of you, follow me."
Without any hesitation, Charlemagne immediately reorganized his soldiers. The Knights of the Broken Blades and the warriors of the north gathered as well, forming a defensive formation behind Constance and the flanks.
"Constance, your soul is made up of a large number of fragments and memories. Those memories are what you know as' inherited knowledge ', and the fragments that make up your soul should have come from the true inheritors.
The palace was eerily quiet, and when they walked past the gates, it was as if they had entered another world. There were no monsters here, and there were no signs of blood or battle, but everyone could feel that the dark and terrifying power was here.
In every corridor, behind every door, and under every lamp, there were ominous shadows.
"If our guess is right, Constance, the person who created your soul is your father, and the lava lake where you were born was most likely done by Berentine to erase all traces, and the reason he did it … is probably because he is the only true inheritor left.
"He created you, gave you the knowledge that an inheritor should have, and told you the inheritor's mission, but those memories of your reincarnation are all fake. Your real time of birth was two hundred years ago, and the life you have experienced … is only these two hundred years.
As they entered the hall without any obstructions, Constance saw the figure sitting on the throne. Just like how she remembered, he sat on the throne, but he was still wearing a full set of armor, and even his face was hidden under a thick mask.
Other than that, there were no guards or officials in the hall.
The Dragon Soul Emperor, Berentine, sat there alone. Before Constance and her warriors arrived, he was the only one in the entire palace, just like his identity in this world — the one, the last inheritor.
He was also the loneliest emperor of this era.
As the carrier of the power of annihilation in this era, the source of all the mutated monsters, Berentine's body did not seem to have undergone any visible changes, at least his armor made him look like a human.
But everyone could not help but tighten their grip on their weapons, because from within the dark armor, there was an aura that was more terrifying than any of the monsters before them. It was an aura that was crazier and more oppressive.
Constance stared at the throne quietly, she knew that her father was no longer here, and the armor only contained emptiness and madness.
Under her gaze, the armored figure slowly stood up and walked down the throne step by step. The friction between the steel made a hoarse and unpleasant sound, and the voice that came from the armor was even more ear-piercing and horrible than the friction of steel. "Ah, you are here, my dearest daughter … What brings you here?"
Constance raised her sword slightly as she walked towards the monster. "To be crowned king."
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