Apocalypse Forecast

"What is... that?"

Huai Shi murmured softly, dazed.

For a moment, Huai Shi doubted whether he had truly awakened from his nightmare.

But when he confirmed he was completely awake, he wished even more to be back in the nightmare...

He was silent for a long while and looked at Tong Ji: "Where is the Helios Workshop?"

Tong Ji was puzzled, "Isn’t this it?"

Huai Shi swallowed dryly, "That... thing full of holes, covered with strange stones, and seemingly a giant abandoned relic?"

Is this the great miracle that he had gathered from reports, carrying hundreds of alchemists, maintained by countless artificial humans, prosperous as if returning to the Age of God?

Like a small world sailing through the vacuum, always emitting radiant flames, majestic and holy, operating as if a Sun Chariot in the universe?

Is this the Helios Chariot?

Huai Shi lowered his head, took out his phone, raised his hand, comparing it to the original image on the phone.

In this photo captured by the Harper Telescope three years ago, the radiant golden city glows with magnificent splendor, even if just a fleeting glimpse observed from the Abyss, still impossibly majestic and holy.

And before him, this almost scrapped thing seemed polluted ten thousand times and then shattered.

Are you telling me this is the same?

"I have to say, last time I came it wasn’t like this." Tong Ji shrugged regretfully, "Although I don’t know what happened, Helios has turned into this mess, even I can’t help it, sister."

Huai Shi asked instinctively, "The last time you said, how long ago was that?"

Tong Ji didn’t answer, just smiled.

Smiling at him.

Huai Shi shivered, obediently withdrew his gaze, and didn’t dare to ask further.

Let’s just pretend nothing happened.

He wisely didn’t delve deeper into the question.

Alright, let’s return to reality.

After a long journey from Kan, they successfully reached their destination, a reason to celebrate indeed.

The good news is, the Child of Leviathan hasn’t exploded!

The bad news is... Helios exploded.

Huai Shi’s tears were about to fall.

.

After overcoming initial shock and daze, soon, all the alchemists came to realization.

Indescribable panic filled every corner of the lounge.

No one expected that unseen for seventy years, the once glorious Sun Chariot would fall to such a state...

In an instant, all questions were answered.

Why this time they had to endure such a troublesome transfer with various tools through a long journey to reach it, why Helios couldn’t enter the Earth-Moon Space this time...

Because it’s already stranded in the upper layers of Jupiter!

And by the looks of it, it doesn’t seem very good...

Turning into this state, exactly what functions remain is another matter, what attacked Helios to make it this way, and whether there are any surviving alchemists on Helios.

Or even finally...

Was it really the ’Helios Workshop’ that summoned them here?

"What... what on earth is going on here!"

Rachelle’s expression twitched, she turned back dazed: "Garand... Garandor, what’s going on here!"

Just outside the lounge door, Garandor who had just rushed from the workshop laboratory couldn’t hide his fatigue. After seeing the scene before him, his expression stiffened.

Complex yet amazed.

Then, as if he understood something, he suddenly realized.

In that moment, Huai Shi keenly noticed the subtle change in the old man’s expression, unsure whether it was shock, anger, joy, or sorrow.

Or perhaps a mix of all.

But regardless of which, it made Huai Shi feel inexplicably eerie.

"Is that how it is..."

Garandor pondered for a moment, then regained his usual calm, sweeping his authoritative gaze over, suppressing the anxiety in the lounge.

But everyone’s expression became wary.

No one understood what medicine the Stone Pot Society had in their gourd, nor did they comprehend why they brought them here.

But whatever it is, it’s probably not something good.

Everyone here is an alchemist, pursuing the abyss’s forbidden secrets, even if innocent, surely everyone’s mind contains some taboo mystic rituals and techniques.

Even the most inexperienced Huai Shi carries a derivative tissue of the Element of Destructive in his pocket, not to mention he once possessed the forging technology to create Eternal Hell Twilight.

The first reaction of everyone was, they had been trapped by the Stone Pot Society.

There must be some unspeakable conspiracy behind this.

But soon, Garandor reached out, under everyone’s watchful gaze, slowly and slowly, took out a pure white prism crystal from his material bag.

Stone of Truth.

Used in the highest standard border trials, provided by the Stone Pot Society as a ’lie detector,’ the purest yet weakest ’crystal’ in the world—from countless languages extracted, yet cannot bear any lies.

As long as it’s within the scope of a lie, it will crack.

Everyone here is an alchemist, even a Great Grandmaster cannot tamper with such an internally simple yet extremely complex refined relic.