Apocalypse Forecast

The world came to a halt.

In the instant when the residual light appeared in the sky, all sea creatures convulsed violently, trembling under the reflection of the lightning, unable to see the previous fierce flames.

Even the Great Gun, who was also a fifth-stage Sublimator, stiffened momentarily under the invisible pressure.

This was the suppression of the heavens!

In front of the Qilin Holy Mark, there was no room for any beasts to act unruly!

In the classification of alchemists, the Holy Mark that reached the fifth stage was called the legendary "Philosopher's Stone," because reaching such a level of power was truly a miracle, the reflection of gods on earth.

And throughout the legends of the East Xia, the Qilin was an existence that was much closer to the position of gods than anything else, otherwise it would not be known as the messenger of heaven.

Although they were both Holy Marks, there was still a difference between them. And in the fifth stage, even if you searched the whole world, the position of the Qilin was firmly in the front row.

Even though the Great Gun had fused with the mythological heritage of the ancient Semitic people and gained divinity, how could it compare to the accumulation of thousands of years in East Xia?

Moreover, it encountered such a freak as Fu Can Guang.

Originally, the Qilin Saint was supposed to be a benevolent and virtuous being that commanded all beasts, conveying the will of heaven and wisdom to all living beings. According to legends, it should have leaned more towards command and support.

But no one expected that Fu Can Guang, this stubborn and headstrong man, after training in hell for decades, forcibly extended the power of "conveying the will of heaven" from his talent, and derived the power of "representing heavenly punishment." He became one of the crowned ones, a true king.

Since then, he was invincible under the lightning, unstoppable within a thousand miles.

Not only did he have astonishing destructive power, but he also had an inherent restraint against all Holy Marks with beast attributes. Any Sublimator with beast attributes in their lineage could only be beaten by him like a son. Dealing with the likes of the Great Gun, who could only be a vessel in the fifth stage of the Holy Mark, was simply a piece of cake.

But this did not mean that this power came easily and effortlessly.

Even Crow, after seeing this scene, could only swallow the fat otaku happiness drink on her wings and sigh in admiration, "Impressive, impressive."

Because she deeply understood the difficulty behind this power and the bloody price he had paid.

The so-called Holy Mark was the result of analyzing the divine heritage and was a tool for maintaining the existence of the realm and exploring the deep hell.

Its purpose from the beginning was to transform oneself step by step from a mortal into a being close to a god.

However, this process was not gentle or comfortable. It required undergoing violent transformation and paying a heavy price. A single misstep could lead to the danger of falling into the abyss.

After all, since the moment of transcendence, Sublimators had become the maintainers of the world, replacing the gods. They were an indispensable part of this world, even if they were called the chosen ones.

Until today, the Astronomical Society continued to analyze the divine heritage, constantly expanding the deep hell, relying on the sixteen pillars that supported the realm to improve this system.

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After discarding various aliases, the Astronomical Society simply and rudely used the alchemical hierarchy to name the stages of the Holy Mark.

First Stage: Mercury, Second Stage: Gold, Third Stage: Ether, Fourth Stage: Star Antimony, Fifth Stage: Philosopher's Stone... and the crowned ones who reached the top and broke through this limit to truly become incarnations of gods, the archenemies.

It seemed simple, but in fact, it was like groping in the dark.

Using the most basic Holy Mark, Sublimators followed a complex and secretive roadmap, climbing upwards like mountaineers, constantly seizing and searching for miracles and various abyssal artifacts to accumulate and transform, hoping to eventually ascend to the end of the path, the pinnacle of all things.

Where the gods resided.

There were too many unknowns and dangers. Even a slight change could lead to unpredictable results. The punishment for advancing without a way out was the lightest, while directly falling into hell and being contaminated as an eroding substance and a solidifier was the most common result.

The leading organization of the Astronomical Society, Ideal Country, was precisely because of its careless exploration of this power that led to its later split and corruption, right?

Although it was unknown what price had been paid for such a crude change, the success must have come with unimaginable hardships and unrepeatable luck.

Now, with a single blow, Fu Can Guang forcibly dragged the Great Gun into the border, and then, drawing a line in the sand, he forcibly confined it.

Immediately after, when the Great Gun revealed its true form, the surrounding mist twisted and tore, countless faint figures appeared on the sea surface, rushing towards it.

Almost all common and uncommon weapons could be distinguished, from cold weapons to firearms, and various border relics. A hundred thousand people trampled on the solidified waves, charging towards the Great Gun.

This number was not a virtual figure, but a real one, a hundred thousand people!

A hundred thousand Sublimators with the same face!

Attack, defense, restraint, breakthrough, excavation... in an instant, an overwhelming array of work appeared as if they were one person among the hundred thousand, causing countless casualties under the desperate struggle of the Great Gun. But immediately, even more figures split off, joining the fierce war and work.

Quantity, pure quantity.

Even the endless sea creatures could not withstand the efficiency and output of a hundred thousand times!

【Or Self-Defense · Cloud Color is Me】

Another fifth-stage Sublimator from East Xia, Yan Qing Ge!

If it was just one person, it wouldn't be terrifying. If it was just a hundred thousand people, it wouldn't be a concern. But if these hundred thousand people were all armed to the teeth with border relics and mass-produced weapons, and coordinated with each other like one person, then the consequences would be terrifying.

Fearless of sacrifice, fearless of death, even if more than half of them were instantly annihilated, there would be new figures picking up the equipment of the deceased and arming themselves, then rushing to the front line without fear of death.

They, no, he was not fighting. Fu Can Guang naturally took care of the battle. What he was doing was construction, or rather, construction for destruction.

Just like assembling a siege tower in front of the enemy, a hundred thousand farmers began to build arrow towers against the walls of the realm of the Pure Returners...

Under this terrifying manpower and speed, numerous huge instruments were placed on the body of the Great Gun, quickly riveted and welded. Then, with the infusion of endless energy, they emitted a strange light.

Although it was unclear what exactly they were, it was certain that they were not there to provide Wi-Fi signals.

The Pure Returners hiding in the border could no longer wait for the situation to deteriorate. White figures flew out of the blowholes of the Great Gun, like whales, spreading their wings and raising the halo above their heads.

Undoubtedly, they were the solidifiers hiding in the Blissful Land, known as the "Feasting Angels" in the hands of the ranchers!

Without a doubt, divine power was running on the wings they spread, and the fanatical Feasting Angels sang hymns, gathering into an army and raising their weapons towards the Qilin in the sky.

Four-edged flaming swords extended from the void, rotating on their own, stirring up the wind and clouds, colliding with the lightning!

They were so huge that they could support the gap between heaven and earth. The flaming sword blades and the lightning clashed in the sky, while withstanding the counterattacks of countless sea creatures and Pure Returners, Yan Qing Ge finally completed his work.

"I'm done!"

Hundreds of figures worked together and connected the final cables, shouting back.

In that instant, power from the void flowed through the machinery, and the power of the great secret ritual, Charta Strata, was applied to the Great Gun, completely fixing it in the realm.

No, it was frozen in the sea.

Mission accomplished.

Yan Qing Ge breathed a sigh of relief, then heard a hoarse roar behind him.

The counterattack of the Pure Returners had begun.

"Old Fu! Old Fu!" Yan Qing Ge instinctively called for help, then despairingly discovered that Fu Can Guang was completely occupied with withstanding the Rancher's divine punishment sword and had no time to spare for him.

He had to do it himself.

The hundred thousand figures suppressed the oncoming Pure Returners in a sorry state. When the opponents began to fight desperately at any cost, Yan Qing Ge became even more desperate. He could only rely on the advantage of numbers and entangle the opponents, pulling hair, stepping on toes, shifting gears, poking eyes... a hundred thousand bruised and swollen faces looked up at the sky and shouted.

"Xiao Bai! If you don't come, I'm going to die!!!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

No figure appeared in the midst of White Dove's circling.

"I'm going to die for real! Ah, my eyes, damn it, where are you kicking!" The situation behind had already turned into a pecking match with the Pure Returners.

"I'm really going to die, how much longer do you need!"

"It's almost there, almost there!" White Emperor's hurried voice sounded from the void. "Just a moment! Just a moment!"

Yan Qing Ge could only spit out blood in despair.

A hundred thousand of himself meant a hundred thousand ways to die. The infinite splitting ability simultaneously weakened his combat power infinitely. But in order to maintain the integrity of the machinery behind him, he could not slack off and had to build this dam with his own hands.

Just when he was about to collapse, a small and slender figure finally descended from the sky, falling into the sea in a sorry state, with wet cheeks.

"I got lost again!" The little girl shouted in complaint. "I've said it so many times, that transfer point in the border is not allowed! You just don't want to change it!"

"Why don't you take the car! Can't you just sit on the car obediently!"

Yan Qing Ge was about to explode with anger. "Hurry up and come help me, I can't hold on much longer!"

So, Bai Di Zi reached out her hand and slashed through the void.

In an instant, the group of Pure Returners who were playing Dynasty Warriors among the hundred thousand clones split into pieces. Before blood could spurt out, they were cut to a degree that was invisible to the naked eye, turning into dust.

Yan Qing Ge was dumbfounded. "Just you?"

"I don't know."

The little girl climbed up from the sea in a sorry state, frantically wiping the water off her wet hair, looking confused. "I was afraid of getting lost, so I set off at half past three and ran for several hours! Did I leave them behind?"

"Where did you go!" Yan Qing Ge despairingly raised his wrist and showed her his watch. "It's only 3:29 now!"

Before he finished speaking, a white rainbow descended from the sky, like the Milky Way pouring down, pouring into the blowholes of the Great Gun.

Surging waves of air swept in all directions.

In that instant, everyone who was observing this battlefield, whether it was the Water Mirror, satellites, or various illusions, was dumbfounded.

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