Apocalypse Forecast

"How beautiful it is."

Gala lifted his pupils, gazing at a surge of iron light, smiling: "Is that his swarm? Truly worthy of a Soloist, no, it should be a Great Priestess now, right? Though somewhat peculiar... the opponents of the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy are indeed not to be underestimated!"

"Should we continue probing?"

Hercules finally finished sharpening his longsword, propping his chin, waiting idly.

"No, no need."

Gala shook his head regretfully: "Although I hoped the banquet could last a bit longer, unfortunately, the hosts can no longer wait... and there aren’t many resources left to squander."

With that said, he cast a meaningful glance at the bony high tower in the distant rear.

The bony high tower stood in the darkness without any response.

Only indifferent gazes overlooking the battlefield.

Waiting for the pieces to act on their own, to achieve victory, or to meet defeat.

"Relay my command."

Upon the Golden Chariot, Gala slowly stood up, grinning, exposing the sharp outline of his teeth: "Leave no reserve troops, as planned, throw all forces onto the battlefield, no retreat, no hesitation, no slack!"

He said, "——The time for the decisive battle has arrived!"

And at that moment, new changes once again descended upon the battlefield.

On the Sun Caster’s seat, Huai Shi couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Feeling the sudden increase in pressure.

The surging black tide seemed to boil, pressing down on the Town of Dusk behind a high wall formed by dozens of Mutated Angels.

The Hell Swarm, driven mad, charged forward recklessly, heedless of any cost.

The operation of the Town of Dusk suddenly tightened.

Feeling unprecedented pressure.

What made Huai Shi even more nervous was that the grand cycle he constructed using the Source Armament as the foundation, relying on the entire Town of Dusk, was momentarily unsustainable.

Although to others, it seemed like just a momentary lag, for the Great Priestess, it was undoubtedly the most fatal.

Once the cycle is broken, it means the integrated state of the Town of Dusk cannot be maintained, each part will be disconnected, turning into scattered sand, forced to fight individually.

Even though on the surface, aside from minor signs of decline, nothing seems out of place, it almost certainly spells defeat.

Fortunately, there was still his swarm and Source Armament, as well as the highly efficient operational matrix of the Town of Dusk, able to connect timely.

But these already subtly brought him a strange feeling.

Like something crucial was overlooked.

He held his chin, inexplicably distracted on such a tense battlefield.

Focusing on thinking.

Where is the problem?

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"Not bad, it really is the Great Priestess."

In the illusory temple, Zeus lifted his pupils, seemingly surprised, "Your patron is really impressive, but it’s a bit odd."

"Correction, Contractor, please."

Tong Ji rested her chin in her hand, observing the changes in the field, smiling: "Because it’s about transforming into the Cloud Monarch, there’s a bit of unfamiliarity, he seems not to understand yet."

"Cloud Monarch? You haven’t told him anything?"

Zeus glanced at her in surprise, "If it were Poseidon here, seeing such an outlandish appearance, would definitely burst into laughter."

"Not a child anymore. No matter how much I say, or how detailed the reasoning, if he doesn’t understand on his own, he still won’t. It’s more effective to have hands-on experience and comprehension."

Tong Ji said calmly: "Instead, it’s you Greeks with your approach, seeing something and guiding it hand in hand to the end, taking care of everything, that truly has issues, right?"

"Isn’t that what patronage is?" Zeus said, "Entrustment and love, granting protection, hoping that humanity can achieve something."

Tong Ji smiled without saying anything.

That is precisely why the vast majority of those blessed are cultivated into ’mama’s boys.’

Because of divine patronage they achieve success, at the cost of perishing due to that same divine favor. Divine love is so capricious, yet so ruthless, relying on such things, ultimately only leads to self-destruction.

"It’s your approach that’s more laughable."

Zeus replied indifferently: "A contractor who doesn’t achieve because of you, nor holds faith in your patronage, how would they care about your existence?"

"Naturally, it’s by ’love’."

Tong Ji playfully blinked, smiling: "’Love’ can change everything."

"And it can kill everything, can’t it?"

Zeus chuckled, saying nothing more, or rather... had understood something. His gaze towards the battlefield turned compassionate.

As if looking at a high school student forced to solve a complex calculus test.

Indeed, it was a perfect cycle.

But still, something lacked!

That was still the ’Great Priestess’, not the ’Cloud Monarch.’

Both are miracles of maintaining order and amending all things, born from the same source, but with critical differences from each other.

This is the crux of the Heavenly Inquiry Route, one might say the two are ’two sides of the same coin’ with two crucial points.

The Great Priestess’s specialty lies in the rightful existence of creatures and tribes, while the Cloud Monarch focuses on the heavens and earth, the turning of the four seasons, all things in harmony.

Both stem from one to the many, and vice versa, yet they exist significantly different.

If the focus of the Great Priestess is on the ’multitude’ represented by ’group’, then the emphasis of the Cloud Monarch should be on the ’I’ represented by ’one’!

Rain, snow, thunder, lightning, the turning of the four seasons, all for me to pivot!

These two inherently bear no superiority, but precisely due to their differences, the Heavenly Inquiry Route is divided into two paths.

Even though ultimately converging, solving the issue is a task for the later stages.

But now the two paths have been forcibly merged, presenting the dilemma ahead of Huai Shi.

Zeus tasted the divine wine, overlooking the battlefield.

He began to anticipate the upcoming changes.

If the balance cannot be maintained between the ’many’ and the ’one’, and only sacrifices are made, losing one’s own position, it will lead to suffering...

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Meanwhile, Huai Shi suddenly awoke from his contemplation.

He felt that he was just a step away from the true answer, but it was already too late.

An anomaly had appeared!

The cycle of the Great Priestess had not been broken, the swarm of crows still soared above the battlefield, the incarnations of the Source Armament were fulfilling their duties, and everything within and outside the Town of Dusk was operating as usual.

Including the self-check of the Eternal Frozen Heart, which found no issues.

But why... did Death Perception come so suddenly?!

When he lifted his eyes and looked into the distance, he glimpsed the enormous silhouette rising from the deepest darkness at the center of the Hell Swarm.

As the heavy felt was lifted, the colossal being sleeping beneath it rose with the aid of wheels and engines, revealing itself in the distant light.

What was that?

A giant hell giraffe?

Huai Shi instinctively rubbed his eyes, struggling to understand.

At the end of his vision was a towering wooden construct over a hundred meters tall, with a bulky body, four crude pillars, and a comical head raised on a neck.

It had bright fuel smeared on it.

It looked like... like...

In that instant, Huai Shi was struck with horror.

A wooden horse!

And on the broad back of the giant wooden horse, Hercules awaited with a smile, raised his arm, and with a sword blade, cut it open, spilling blood.

"With the blood of heroes offered today, relive the glory of the past!"

He lifted his head, solemnly shouting toward the sun wheel above the sky dome: "Merciful gods, please once again grant a miracle!"

In that instant, a miracle descended from the sky!

From a long, long time ago, the great feat engraved in history, a distant legend hard to discern between reality and illusion.

Its name synonymous with deceit, the embodiment of conspiracy, the grand conclusion in the protracted struggle over the golden apple’s ownership on the ground.

Simultaneously, it was the crucial trigger for the fall of the undying city of Troy!

Since Pandora offered the golden apple, the groundwork for this moment was laid.

After enduring and waiting for so long, the terrifying killer move long dormant has now, with the advent of the doomsday battle, emerged on the battlefield!

Created by the hands of Grandmaster Pobrus, an absolute lethal strike.

"——Miracle Imprint · Trojan Horse!"

In that moment, Huai Shi heard the roaring collapse.

The Town of Dusk resounded with a great noise; countless steels screamed shrilly, and the massive city walls began to collapse uncontrollably.

The phantom-like wooden horse traversed the battlefield, where all damage could not touch its shell, as if pulled by countless hands, moving forward.

Just like that, as swift as lightning, it penetrated the heart of the Town of Dusk.

And the defenses, strong enough to resist countless Mutant Species, inexplicably disintegrated in front of this wooden horse.

Now the Town of Dusk has lost all barriers!

And that giant wooden horse with a strange smile, straight through the bombardment and the raging fire, arrived right in front of the Eternal Frozen Heart.

Accompanied by the fragmentation of the wooden horse’s heavy carapace, from the darkness, the warriors who had waited for so long gripped their swords and howled aloud.

Under the leadership of Hercules, the creation of Pobrus—the Argo Heroes, charged in full force!

In an instant, they collided brutally with the Paladins of the Charlemagne Knight Group, starting a horrific battle of no retreat.

And from the gradually shattering, burning wooden horse, a last figure slowly emerged.

Holding a sickle blade, the figure was almost naked, with countless golden accessories reflecting a soul-like phantom light.

"How are you, my friend!"

Gala lifted his head, gazing at Huai Shi above the Eternal Frozen Heart, cheerfully raising the corner of his mouth, showing Huai Shi the dazzling dagger in his other hand.

The luxurious dagger, like it was crafted from crystal, engraved with countless runes, shrouded in dense matrices, and within the flickering crystal facets, countless phantoms from hell appeared.

As if the essence of Hell itself materialized into substance.

It was held in his hand.

"I quite like this thing..."

Gala laughed heartily, lifted the dagger, and with a reverse grip, stabbed it into his chest!

Then, a terrifying shadow surged out from his shell like a flood, covering the sky, transformed into an eruption-like terrifying scene.

At this moment, with Gala’s advance, the entire Eternal Frozen Heart quaked.

And behind Gala, a solemn and cold phantom slowly emerged.

It rode a beast like a giant dragon, holding a poisonous spear, with three heads: an imperial middle-aged face, a bull head covered in cracks, and a sinister cool skull goat head!

Hell Sequence · Top Four Columns

——Asmod, manifest here!

"Come on, come on, my friend!"

Gala gripped the sickle blade, feeling the infinite power from his shell, laughed loudly, unfolded his wings, and soared towards the seat of the Sun Caster.

"Our ’banquet’ has just begun!"