Apocalypse Forecast

In the core of Helios, everything suddenly plunged into darkness.

Only a dimly fading afterglow remained.

Dead silence.

"What happened?"

In the control center, He Di, maintaining the mystic ritual, abruptly lifted his gaze, his pitch-black eyes overflowing with rage and madness, exuding an eerie chill that made one shiver.

"Did that guy Garand penetrate here so quickly!"

He raised his finger, summoning a horde in the darkness, causing numerous warped demons to emit maddened cries. Suddenly, a menacing killing intent gushed out from the darkness, manifesting one massive silhouette after another.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

"No need to overreact."

The man drinking walked in, glancing casually around, as the embodiment of the Grandmaster’s flesh and desire tipped his head back, drinking liquor with abandon, wiping the corner of his mouth: "It has nothing to do with Garand."

"Meaning?" He Di’s expression turned increasingly unsightly: "Did the mystic ritual fail? Impossible, after all our preparations... could something have gone wrong?"

"It’s not surprising if something went wrong anywhere."

The man drinking sneered: "The divine nature was exploited... if you trace it back to the root, it’s probably the presence of a ’Superior’, right?"

Superior.

He Di stiffened, descending into silence.

Even as a believer of the Element of Destructive, he wasn’t to the point of being brainless. On the contrary, the followers of the Piper in Hell have always been cunning and contemplative, among whom the best were even hailed as Abyss Handlers, operating within the Silent Zone, serving the Kings of Hell.

Both messengers spreading chaos and wise architects of disaster.

All it took was a hint from Publius for him to instantly comprehend—in Alchemy, a Superior is a figurative term used to denote the element above elements, the result greater than results, the peak above peaks.

Much like the Philosopher’s Stone is superior to Star Antimony, the Crowned is above the Clothed while still being suppressed by an even higher Ruler.

For this reason, an uncontrollable shiver spread through him coldly!

Compared to the embryonic shape of a God, what else could a Superior be other than a complete God?

Garand even enlisted a God to descend upon Helios!

For a moment, he even felt an urge to abandon this place, where he had worked for centuries, and seek the Piper’s protection, to dive deep and escape the Current Circumstances.

But then, he came to his senses.

If a genuine God had descended upon Helios, it is likely that both He Di and Publius would have long been annihilated.

Helios is different from the Current Circumstances; it still retains the environment of the Age of God, not yet covered by the three major seals.

In such a place, a God can wield their power one hundred or even two hundred percent, without needing to lift a finger, merely revealing a hint of their divine posture, and all mortal things might evaporate.

Not to mention Solidifiers like them in Hell.

"Could it be the authority of someone?" he cautiously inquired.

"Not clear, no identity was revealed, nor was any miracle displayed."

The man drinking let out a strange laugh: "However, the invading mystic ritual is quite familiar... though never met, it has been renowned for a long time."

"Who?" He Di’s mind instantly conjured up name after name.

From the Current Circumstances to the Border, from Green Day to the Paradise of Bliss, even the Mindless favored by Poxun, but not a single one fit the description.

"Who else across the whole realm could possess such exaggerated metallurgical prowess and the event refining of Utopia?"

The man drinking grinned, his smile turning callously cruel: "This time, truly, the ship capsized in a ditch, being trampled by the younger generation..."

Meanwhile, on the other end of Helios, amidst the terrifying furnace-like heat, Garand lifted his gaze from the molten iron, looking distantly towards that high tower.

And beneath the dusk, the ’phantom’ cast from the Heavenly Prison Fortress far in Hell.

His expression gradually turned clear.

Then suddenly became cold again as he pronounced the name deliberately.

"—Mikhail!"

At this moment, apart from that unknown presence that suddenly toppled the situation, surprisingly, the power of three Grandmasters was converging on Helios!

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At the same time, before Huai Shi, the radiance of the sun wheel suddenly appeared.

Apollo’s divine nature gently activated, transforming into a beam of light, forcibly tearing open a rift from what seemed like the eternal dusk, enveloping Hercules, and making him disappear.

And Huai Shi raised his head, overlooking the long-lost majestic and desolate scene, immediately brimming with confidence, pointing towards the distance, and urging impatiently: "Quick, Tong Ji, finish them off!"

"..."

In Tong Ji’s projection, her expression immediately turned complicated, her sight set on the distance.

"Hmm?" Huai Shi asked in confusion as he looked over: "What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re slacking off again!"

Tong Ji shrugged, "Sorry, I’m just a pitiful, helpless, yet edible crow, I don’t understand what you’re saying."

Huai Shi was taken aback, "Weren’t you just handling such a big task!"

"Handling a task is one thing, fighting is another, you can’t mix them up."

Tong Ji innocently spread her hands: "I’m just a bottle of ink, don’t place unrealistic expectations on me, okay? Handle your own matters."

Huai Shi instantly felt his head going bald, unable to resist wanting to pull his hair out, as he surveyed the distinctly different Disc World before him, filled with bewilderment: "Then what’s this?"