The boundless wind and snow are raging on the vast ice field, as if covered with a gray-white filter, hiding the figures of the devils.
In the howling cold wind, Hill smiled and opened his hands, like an artist performing on the stage, showing his most perfect work to his audience...Beelzebub and Mammon.
"It's so beautiful, isn't it? Everyone."
Hill raised his head. The white storm was very close at hand, and the roaring snow and dust covered the sky. Not only did they cover the battlefield, they also followed the collapsed cracks and poured into the material world like a volcanic eruption.
The snowflakes flying all over the sky are like pure tears shed from the sky, but they also carry a bone-chilling chill. This chill ruthlessly covers the pillar of royal power, making the already towering and majestic behemoth look even more grim.
The flesh and blood that squirmed like roundworms on the Pillar of Kings had nowhere to escape in the overwhelming wind and snow. They were quickly frozen, their bodies became stiff and cold, and finally solidified into hideous statues.
“It is indeed beautiful.”
Mammon also raised her head and watched.
The Pillar of King Power is already a magnificent creation that frightens the world, but in front of this blazing white storm that penetrates the sky and the earth, it looks extremely small, like giant ships swallowed by the waves on the sea.
Thousands of streams of light interspersed in the storm, and the dazzling scarlet color of the Pillar of Kingship was no longer, it became blurred, covered with layers of gray that could not be melted.
Under the wrath of the secret source, the ether crack originally torn by Hill further expanded. At this moment, they could clearly peer into the material world through this ever-expanding crack.
The Pillar of Royal Power continued to collapse and sink, and the surrounding flesh and blood earth also fell into the etheric realm. Wind and snow spurted out, rolling up the dark clouds of the material realm.
The bright moonlight became thinner and thinner, until the clouds gathered again and turned into an unbreakable iron curtain, blocking all light.
"Then what? Hill."
Mammon returned her gaze to Hill and said disdainfully, "I really didn't expect that you would actually think of using this method and using these countless souls to try to induce the secret source to give birth to your own consciousness."
"But you and I both understand, Hill, that your efforts are just in vain."
After experiencing the initial shock and shock, Mammon came back to her senses and made the secret source give birth to self-awareness, and then join this dispute. It was indeed a good idea, but the problem is that the secret source is not so easy to give birth to something like a person.
The devils have such autonomous consciousness.
Even though Hill has stored such a large number of souls, you must understand that even without Hill's storage, they will return to the secret source. This is the blood contract that every condenser should fulfill after death.
Mammon laughed, "Just these souls are not enough. At most, they can slightly speed up the process of self-consciousness being born from the secret source."
The cold wind and snow passed over Mamen's body, covering his body with layers of white snow.
The devil's power stirred and alienated, and Mammon's skin became pale, and dense capillaries emerged from under the skin, but what appeared was not blood, but darkness that could not be illuminated by any light.
Sticky tar oozed from Mammon's eyes, and he said sternly, "So, we won in the end!"
The sound echoed in the roaring storm, and the scarlet blood runes appeared again, like a pillar of light rising from the ground. Beelzebub stood silently behind Mammon. As Mammon went all out, two bloody runes appeared. The runes also stood quietly behind her, exuding the power of taboo and oppression.
After the fall of Servais, Beelzebub lost her crowned one. The cost was heavy, but the effect was also significant. Servais almost consumed all the power of the Bureau of Order in the Pillar of King Power.
Xilin and Albert fell one after another, and all of them disintegrated. Even Bologo fell into a state of death. The only ones with mobility left were Palmer and Nathaniel.
Nathaniel was seriously injured and had little fighting power left. Palmer was just a defender. It was a miracle that he survived to this day.
On this final chessboard, Hill has used up all his chess pieces, leaving only himself.
Mammon could almost see the dawn of victory. It was also on this eve that the extremely cautious Silent One chose to incarnate as the One and Only, enjoying the Aether Pool alone, and then put on the supreme crown.
"Do you have any other tricks? Hill, just show it to me!"
Mammon laughed loudly and was ecstatic.
Hill was not affected by Mammon's words, and he still looked calm and rational.
Turning his head, Hill looked at the secret source of anger. Just as Mammon said, even if the One of All disintegrates and countless souls return to the secret source, it will only speed up the process of giving birth to consciousness and fail to make it true. The earth comes from the self.
"Mammon, you still don't understand what I mean."
Hill smiled and sighed, "The so-called people have something called obsession. As I just said, even if he dies, this obsession will still remain in his soul, just like The reverberation is general and difficult to resolve."
Mammon shook her head, "What then?"
"Then...then these countless obsessions will gather together and become the first spark of thought, igniting the first wildfire of darkness."
Hill's voice became sonorous, as if steel were colliding with each other in his throat, roaring.
"Their sacrifice may not be able to make the secret source give birth to the so-called self, but it is enough to use this powerful obsession to push the secret source, making it know what anger is and why revenge is like a confused beast."
The blazing white storm illuminated the sky and the earth, and the continuous streams of light, like released elves, rose and fell, intertwining into a grand meteor shower.
They galloped, pulling out extended trajectories, and the star trails in the sky covered the infinity of the etheric realm.
As if he was in a nebula that was constantly colliding, Hill was wrapped in endless starlight. He opened his hands, closed his eyes, and fully enjoyed this sacred moment.
Every stream of light is a golden soul, and every golden soul corresponds to a noble and dedicated existence.
Dots of starlight converged into beams, and streams of light entangled themselves into a huge flashing object.
Suddenly, the melodious whale cry sounded from the depths of the secret source, and a giant whale made of light rushed out of the blazing white storm. It rolled to its heart's content and submerged into the storm again, beating the overflowing light.
The dot appears again.
Mammon and Beelzebub looked at the giant whale that suddenly appeared, and their thoughts were interrupted for a moment. They remembered that this giant whale was the one among them that had just disintegrated and died.
They couldn't understand that the evil in this world did not have a soul. Moreover, even if it had a soul, its soul should belong to the devil. Why would it appear in the secret source...
Suddenly, Mammon understood that what was presented to him was not the one among the many, but the countless souls stored in the one among the many.
The original owners of the souls have died in the past years, but the memories of their souls have not ended there. They have always been hidden in the body of the One, witnessing the changes in the world through its eyes...
When these countless souls jumped into the secret source, the memory of the soul ended at the same moment, but after the end, the obsession that transcended life and death, like huge inertia, continued to push everything forward.
Thousands of souls are injected into the secret source, and thousands of souls burst out together.
From then on, the hazy consciousness of the secret source no longer only follows the iron law of instinct, it can feel the sorrow of thousands of souls, understand their pain and anger, and take this - revenge!
The giant whale emerged from the blazing storm, and its light-cast body quickly collapsed, converging into a single beam of light, rising from the ground.
The beam engulfed the Pillar of Kingship, passed through the great crack, was released from the etheric realm, and finally reached the material realm.
In an instant, a vision far more magnificent than the tree of light on the ridge of the mountains descended on the world. It was a pillar of light that spanned two realms, easily piercing through the thick dark clouds, and headed wildly towards the edge of the sky.
The gush doesn’t stop.
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On the ridge of the mountains, the silent defense line that had just been built has now become a bloody battlefield where blood and flesh are everywhere. Countless heroic bodies fell, and then countless flesh and blood creations stood up from the shadow of death and continued to join this battle.
An endless killing spree.
After a long period of fierce fighting, even Holt, as a glorious man, had many shocking scars on his body.
He looked around and found that among the staff around him who had fought side by side, many familiar faces had disappeared in the flames of war, and were replaced by unfamiliar faces who came for reinforcements.
Just when everyone was still breathing, a dazzling light suddenly cut through the darkness. Holt quickly turned his head and looked at the source of the light.
I saw at the far end of the sky, a slender and dazzling beam of light penetrated the thick clouds and shot straight into the sky.
Holt thought it was a large crack that burst from the Kogadel Empire, but then he discovered that the slender beam was still rising.
"what happened?"
Holt had some difficulty understanding this phenomenon. If this beam of light, which is still expanding, is a large rift waiting to be opened, then the scope of this large rift may be so large that it may swallow the entire continent.
Just when Holt was panicking, another series of visions broke out. He clearly felt that the ether reaction that filled the battlefield around him quickly extinguished a large area, which meant that in an instant, a large number of
The condensers died at the same time.
Holt was nervous and even looked at his subordinates in horror. For a moment, Holt thought about many things in his mind. Some kind of supreme power came and completely wiped them out. Then the defense line he defended would also be destroyed.
will fall apart.
In such fatal despair, Holt did not even think about his own safety, but worried about how long the Morrowind Stronghold would be able to hold on once it fell.
But when Holt's eyes swept over, he found that his subordinates were fine and everyone was still alive. Although they were in a miserable state, everyone was breathing.
Seeing Holt, a staff member panicked and said, "I...I can't use the secret power."
After the first employee spoke, many more employees told similar situations.
The employees still have a certain amount of ether in their bodies, and the alchemical matrix is intact. Even the surrounding environment is filled with ether, and is not in an ether vacuum.
But they just suddenly lost the ability to drive the ether and activate the secret energy, just like... it was like the secret source rejected them and no longer took on the transformation of the miraculous power.
Listening to the staff's reports, Holt discovered that those who lost contact with the secret source were all first-stage sublimation practitioners. Before Holt could figure out what was going on, there were several more ethers in his perception.
The reaction disappeared.
Nervously looking at the position where the ether disappeared, the staff member corresponding to the ether reaction was safely guarding the defense line. Judging from the panic in his eyes, he had also lost contact with the secret source.
This group of employees who have lost contact with the secret source are basically believers.
Holt still didn't know what was happening, but he vaguely sensed that the current changes would be related to the fate of the world... just like the beam of light that kept breaking through the sky.
A hoarse scream sounded from the end of the blood. Holt turned around, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the large crack again. The ferocious and twisted flesh and blood creations launched a new round of attack.
Holt took a deep breath. He no longer stayed on the defensive line, but roared and rushed to the front.
A large number of condensers and believers have lost contact with the ether. Now, they are no different from ordinary people. Once they engage in close combat with flesh and blood creations, their situation will become extremely dangerous.
Holt doesn't know whether this kind of loss of contact will continue to happen to those with power, defenders, or even those with glory, but he knows that currently he must hold up the line of defense to save more people.
"Is this the end? Everything is going to perish, even the Ninghua ones are no exception."
Holt sighed softly and stepped forward into the heavy scarlet.
He guessed that this situation should not only happen here, but that this kind of loss of contact with the secret source might be happening all over the world.
In fact, just as Holt guessed, the loss of contact with the mysterious source broke out all over the world and on every battlefield.
On the border of the Kogadel Empire, the mechanized army was still engaged in a desperate fight with the endless tide of flesh and blood. With the assistance of alchemy weapons, the flesh and blood earth was burned into pieces of scorched earth.
The Sublime Ones were preparing to launch another in-depth raid, but as soon as they were about to move out, they found that they had lost contact with the secret source and could no longer drive the alchemical matrix.
At the same time, dazzling light shone on the battlefield, and the soldiers raised their heads and stared at the rising beams of light.
The rays of light illuminated the scorched earth and the boiling sea.
On the vast sea area of the Kogadel Empire, the combined fleet led by the people of Xitao is fighting fiercely with the enemy.
Their artillery fire poured down on the coastline like a torrential rain, and the deafening sound of the artillery and the roar of the waves intertwined to form a magnificent war song.
However, no matter how hard they tried their best, those flesh and blood creations continued to surge in like a tide. They painlessly climbed onto the solid hull, trying to break through this line of defense.
The mission given by the Bureau of Order to the extraordinary forces such as the people of Xi Tao is the same, which is to prevent the country of gel from infecting the outside world.
This mission is not easy.
Since the beginning of the war, several large ships have tragically sunk under the siege of flesh and blood creations. Countless figures struggled in the water, and their throats were slit by the sharp claws, dyeing a large area of the sea water red.
But even so, the people of Xitao did not retreat. They knew that once they evacuated this place, those flesh and blood creations would be like entering an uninhabited land, and they would drive straight in along with the sea currents.
The final destination for the flesh-and-blood creations is the home they are sworn to protect—Freeport.
Therefore, the people of Xitao still stick to their posts, with firm and determined eyes. No matter what the cost, they must persevere until the last moment.
A new round of bombardment came like thunder, the coast became pockmarked under the fierce bombing, and tons of fuel were dumped into the turbulent sea like an angry torrent.
They floated on the sea, forming a thick film of oil, and then ignited with fire.
In an instant, a raging sea of fire ignited on the sea. The flames shot up into the sky, forming a series of blazing lines of defense. The flesh and blood creations struggled and howled in the sea of fire, and their figures twisted and danced in the flames, and finally sank.
The defense line of flames worked, effectively blocking the attack of flesh and blood creations and winning a precious respite for the people of Xitao. However, before they could take a break, an inexplicable fear quietly spread.
Many condensers were horrified to find that their connection with the secret source was suddenly interrupted, and the alchemy matrix in their bodies could not operate at all. These warriors who once possessed extraordinary power were reduced to mortals in an instant.
When they fell into deep fear and despair, a ray of light fell from the night sky.
It was a slender and dazzling beam of light that penetrated the thick clouds, illuminated the entire sea area, and divided the entire sky into two halves.
At this moment, it seemed that people all over the world could catch a glimpse of the rising light as long as they raised their heads. Even Aimu, who was far away in Oath City Opos, also witnessed its bloom.
"Haven't you figured out what's going on?"
Intense conversation sounded behind Aimu, and Bailey and Mamo were discussing nervously.
The loss of contact with the secret source also occurred in the Bureau of Order, and because there are many condensers in the Bureau of Order, such a large number of lost connections with the secret source has caused panic to a certain extent.
Bailey suspected that the dispute between the devils had come to an end. Not only had the devils withdrawn, but the secret source had also been completely defeated.
Once the secret source falls and is deprived of power by the devils, the blood contract signed between the secret source and the condensers will also be dominated by the devil. From then on, all the condensers under the system of the secret source will be affected.
The devil's restraint.
Mamo's view was quite optimistic...Besides optimism, there was no other way. He tried to convince himself that it was just that the sublime ones and the prayer ones had lost contact, and that higher-level beings still had the secret source.
The contact proves that the secret source is still running normally.
Soon, under a new round of visions, those in power also lost contact with the secret source one by one, the ether could no longer operate at all, and the alchemical matrix also fell into silence.
More intense quarrels and panic spread behind Aimu.
Aimu did not participate in the debate. Not long ago, after the decision-making room entered the ethereal world with that strange posture, the status of the staff has been shaken to a certain extent, and these continuous changes have made everyone shaky.
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Fortunately, everyone has very good professional qualities. Even so, they still maintain a high degree of rationality. Only a few people become hysterical due to self-doubt.
Aimu quietly looked at the beam of light and roughly judged that the beam of light was about to pass through the atmosphere and reach the realm of outer space.
She was very curious about what that light was, but it was a pity that she was not on the final battlefield.
Lowering her head, Aimu flipped her palms. As a believer, she also lost her connection with the secret source. This feeling was very subtle, like a fish being fished out of the water and placed in the air.
A strong sense of uneasiness grew and spread in my heart, making it difficult to suppress. Just when Aimu was trying to control himself not to fall into such negative emotions, Aimu suddenly noticed something.
She rummaged through her large pocket and took out a pair of aether flow goggles.
This is an eyepiece that scholars often wear when conducting research. It allows scholars to have the ability to look directly into the ether, so as to better observe the flow of the ether.
As if by mistake, Aimu put on the ether flow goggles and looked at the rising light.
In an instant, the bright white light almost blinded Aimu's eyes. She instinctively shed tears and stared at the sacred scene that could only be glimpsed under the etheric goggles.
streamer.
Streaming light everywhere.
They rise from every corner of the world, like ghosts summoned by some mysterious force.
From ancient castles, bustling cities, from the smoke-filled ridges of mountains to the turbulent burning seas, and even on the long and solid border of the Kogadel Empire, beams of light are constantly rising.
,gather.
They are like shooting stars, piercing the night sky and spanning thousands of kilometers, just to meet the bright light rising from the Pillar of Kingship in the sky.
That ray of light was so dazzling that it seemed to be the source of all light in the world, attracting streamers to come closer and surround it.
The infinite light rotates, condenses, and gradually merges into one, turning into a more pure and unique light.
Aimu watched.
The light broke through the shackles of the dark clouds, tore the limits of the sky, and passed through the atmosphere without any hindrance. Then, it penetrated the mountain-like boulders along the way and reached the devil's land above the moon, between nothingness.
The shadows in the crater were completely illuminated as the light fell, and also illuminated was the body at the bottom of the crater, which was filled with cables and wrapped in machinery, like a giant body that had been brutally executed.
The light was like a spotlight on a stage, shining on the twisted flesh and blood called the Axis of Time system. Amidst a spasm and convulsion, a sigh and a cry came out from the flesh and blood.
This complex system that has lasted for decades and maintained immortality has come to an end today. Flesh and flesh cracked and collapsed, and heavy metal fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
At the same time, the bulging belly glowing with orange-red light on the body also burst.
The smelly amniotic fluid overflowed from the rapidly drying abdomen, and the axis of time spit out the last body in its body.
The pale body fell into the warm amniotic fluid.
This is not another copy of the body created by the Axis of Time system to maintain immortality, but the original body that has been placed in the Axis of Time system since the day it was built - all copies need a