Apocalypse Forecast

At this moment, the Heaven Drum resounded.

Thundering roars erupted from the Incarnation of Anger’s shell, and the gathered Source Fluctuation suddenly surged again, causing the fiery wave pattern on its back to explode instantly.

Yu Step!

Earth cracked, hurricanes howled, and the deafening roar was unable to catch up with that burning figure.

Like a poor-quality movie that skips over irrelevant parts, the result abruptly appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Right within reach!

In front of the Dragon Tooth Soldier, a blazing iron body surpassed the speed of sound, dragging flames as it charged forward! The fierce firelight soared, illuminating faces of bronze.

The firelight vanished in an instant.

Immediately, countless metal fragments spread from the second burst of the storm, the ear-piercing roar only revealing countless sparks from metal friction, unable to catch the terrifying comet-like brilliance.

Destruction!

The time crossed in this moment was hardly enough for a finger snap, and the dragon phantom above the Dragon Tooth Soldier emitted a tragic shriek, losing one of its massive wings.

Broken.

Like being cleaved by a sharp, heavy axe, brutally splitting open scales, membranes, and bones, ripping, splitting, falling, leaving only a small strip of flesh remaining.

Breaking through the Dragon Tooth Soldier’s array head-on, the Incarnation of Anger braked amidst a roar, its four feet plowing four deep cracks into the ground.

Among the scattering rubble, it raised its cold eyes again, flames burning fiercely.

On its huge shell were two more cracks, a long spear pierced into its flesh, touching the bone. But such wounds were insignificant.

A casual glance back, and the spear fragmented inch by inch amid the burning flames.

Then, the iron hoofs of the giant bull treaded the earth, sparks flying as it launched another destructive charge forward!

And so, iron and bronze clashed once more!

Sparks flew.

Illuminating Rachelle’s pale face.

The dragon phantom’s painful shrieks echoed.

The false phantom was burned by real flames, its fierce face bore two deep cracks down to the bone, crimson dragon blood dripped, falling on the Dragon Blood Soldiers, making them more powerful, making them stronger.

They were supposed to become stronger.

They became stronger.

But still not enough.

Because compared to the terrifying power filled with anger, all metallic bodies, all dragon blood inheritances, were weak! and! pitiable!

The Heaven Drum resounded, thunder erupted.

Triple-fold Drum Thunder!

At the moment of collision with the shield, bomb-like power erupted from the bull’s head, effortlessly tearing apart the dragon blood great shield and the samurai behind, making their blood spray like fire all around.

The Axe of Anger fell again, out of the flames.

The meat grinder rolled forward.

Grinding all worthless things into dust!

The critically injured dragon phantom roared, countless dragon blood gathered on the thrown spears, as the remaining Dragon Tooth Soldiers swung their arms, casting them at the giant monster.

Like a storm.

But the storm was immediately broken again by that rushing figure, reversed, with thrown spears shattering like raindrops, flying. The spears piercing flesh and bone ignited by flames, burned fiercely.

As it launched the final crushing.

The dragon phantom wailed under the trampling, countless axe and blade cuts appeared on its damaged shell, struggling desperately but unable to prevent the arrival of death.

One by one, metallic bodies were shattered, torn apart and trampled, flesh and bones turned to mud.

Until finally, the damaged phantom wailed on the ground with the last of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

The burning giant figure slowly moved forward, flames swirling in its eyes, gazing contemptuously at its dying opponent on the ground, opening its mouth to spit a molten lava-like saliva.

As if mocking.

Iron hoof raised, trampled.

This was the last thunder before the storm’s end.

The victor was decided.

Rachelle stood motionless in place, as if petrified. He struggled to lift his head but could no longer see Huai Shi’s shadow, that person had long since turned his back and returned to the Seat, no longer watching here.

As if all strength was drained.

Rachelle slumped in his chair, the scroll he held silently fell to the ground.

"I..."

He blankly raised his head, looking at the unreachable high tower before him, lips moving still wanting to say something.

But ultimately, he said nothing.

Just sighed, closing his eyes.

Letting the firelight behind flicker, the Axe of Anger fell, halving the precarious high tower once again.

The victor was decided.

At the top of the Eternal Frozen Heart, the drowsy Huai Shi suddenly lifted his eyes, feeling the influx of Divine Nature, as if even the Alchemy Fire burning in the tower had become much stronger.

When he looked at the gain, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

Originally, gaining one point at the start of each round, gaining another upon victory, should have been two points, yet this time it was six points of Divine Nature gain.

Four more points out of thin air!

"Normal, it’s part of the field effect, Huai Shi."

Tong Ji explained, "Didn’t you notice that there’s an extra space around you?"

Huai Shi looked down at her words.

Since the end of the last round of the tournament, I’ve been immersed in Cultivate Immortality Alchemy, not paying attention to anything else. Now I realize, two more areas have appeared around the tower.

One is the battlefield from the first round, the floor glowing red hot, high temperatures spreading, with bursts of heat continuously rising between the gaps.

And the other is the newly emerged battlefield for the second round.

Littered with debris and hard to tell any special features of the small square. After the battle between the Incarnation of Anger and the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, it was even more devastated.

It looked like a wasteland, with only a few columns of stones still standing.

It was filled with a thick sediment of Hell, deeply twisted. Although the battle ended long ago, it seemed that the slaughter was still ongoing, with continuous lamentations coming from within.

The additional four divine points came precisely from here!

"What’s that?" Huai Shi asked in confusion, "Wasn’t the battlefield created by you?"

"The Mystic Rituals of divine duels don’t cover the battlegrounds, I’m not that capable."

Tong Ji shook her head, leaning against the edge pillar, overlooking the scene below: "Above the depth, in the Current Circumstances, the material is constant; to create out of thin air requires consuming a large amount of Source Substance...

Space doesn’t increase or decrease without reason.

We are still on Helios, and all the battlefields here come from Helios’ area."

As she spoke, she pointed to the glowing red space: "For instance, that is one of the central interface areas of Helios’ central reactor center.

Now all the energy consumption in the Town of Dusk and the projection of the Eternal Frozen Heart relies on extracting heat from there to maintain. Otherwise, relying solely on the Iron Crystal Throne at such a distance and with loss, Mikhail would probably have lost his mind long ago."

She happily whistled, "This wave, it’s called self-sufficiency."

Brilliant!

Huai Shi was dumbfounded, not expecting such a maneuver.

It’s one thing to station troops, but even the garrison fees are expected to be paid by the locals... This wave of taking something for nothing is like getting someone pregnant!

This is absurd!

Do you, the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy, besides having nicknames like Abyss Genealogy, also go by White Lock Genealogy?

If I were Helios...

Thinking for a long time, Huai Shi found himself sympathetic: if he were Helios, he would have no recourse, forced to just lay down and ignore it by closing his eyes.

"And what about the other one?" Huai Shi asked, "What’s the other one?"

"Probably a temple?"

Tong Ji raised a finger for a slight turn, an invisible force enveloped the chaotic deep area, soon, countless ruins and broken walls returned to their original positions as if time were reversing, presenting a dilapidated temple in front of Huai Shi.

The temple’s dome was shattered, and the statue on the main seat was incomplete, with most of its body collapsed to the ground.

Only the withered flowers remained in shape, crumbling again when the wind blew.

The former sanctity had vanished, replaced by an unspeakable eeriness, the walls covered in stains, even the solemn face of the goddess on the ground stained with blood.

"See that, Huai Shi, this is the last remnant of Okso, the Greek Goddess of Summer and Growth.

Though a minor deity, at least each turn she can provide you with a few points of divinity, better than nothing, right?"

Tong Ji chuckled softly: "How pitiful, the final bit of divinity taken by the greedy alchemists to recreate god spirits, and the last temple reduced to this state.

No different from their own fate, it’s simply a continuation of destiny..."

In the long silence, Huai Shi gazed down at Hell, speechless.

This was precisely the result of what Alchemy had created.

Extracting miracles from mundane objects, leaving an equivalent disaster in return. To extract the last remaining divinity, they shamelessly turned the holy temple into Hell.

He could imagine what might have happened here.

But he couldn’t understand Tong Ji’s last words.

What exactly does "no different from their fate" and "continuation of destiny" mean?

The meaning hidden in those words was so shocking that he froze, unable to calm his mind as he began to ponder.

He looked at Tong Ji with wide eyes.

"You don’t know?"

Tong Ji looked perplexed, "Didn’t I tell you? In 1650, the collective fall of the gods was precisely because of their greed, trying to use even Hell’s power to break free from the constraints of the Sky’s Command and reach further advancement..."

Speaking of which, she squinted with a nostalgic look: "Looking back now, those were flowery and vibrant times, blazing and sizzling with beauty.

It was like taking a train, eating hot pot and singing songs, growing and advancing rapidly, where everything thrived, rivers flowed with milk and honey... but alas, it soon derailed.

You ruined yourselves, nearly dragging the Current Circumstances down with you, that group was completely irresponsible. If it weren’t for the Guide Association stepping up, we might all be mutants struggling in Hell now.

Hmm, why the shocked look, didn’t I ever mention it to you?"

"No..."

Huai Shi was stupefied.

Shook his head, bewildered.

"Really? Well, now you know."

Tong Ji shrugged, a sly smile: "Just telling you, don’t spill it to others."

Just like that, she dropped a bombshell out of nowhere and passed it off lightly...

Leaving Huai Shi standing dumbfounded.