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Chapter 940 I am the sun that will eventually rise (12)

Chapter 940 I am the sun that will eventually rise (12)

The chronology of creation begins with the arrival of the Eastern Lord, who descended upon the world. The seven stars shone brightly, and humans and gods lived together in harmony, with no taboos.

Magic brings glory, the establishment of the Void Magic Network, equipped with spells, is celebrated by all spirits, but it will perish in the end of magic.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable created the heavens and taught all without discrimination, yet ultimately distinguished between immortals and mortals, severing the connection between heaven and earth to separate people from the world.

If these things are only passed down in later history in the form of myths and legends.

The Tree of Origin and the Tree of End, born from the body of the Black Dragon, is a hybrid of all races. The gods perished and transformed into holy marks to accompany humanity. Demons wreak havoc in the eternal winter night.

These are records of the souls etched in the form of scars, a testament to the progress of civilization to this day.

Since when, people looked up at the sky where the stars had disappeared, only to find themselves seeing a vast, terrifying abyss. The bizarre investigation bureaus established within civilization dealt with various emergencies, and the first lesson children learned in school was how to survive in hell and deal with the hellish creatures invading the mortal world.

It's inevitable to feel confused: why do we have to suffer these hardships?

Later, the surviving ascended beings and the last immortal in Heaven relinquished their selves and the peace after death, transforming into calamities and becoming the legendary figure 'Yang Jian,' whom people would always call upon when encountering the strange and wondrous things of Hell.

And a new question inevitably arises: why did our ancestors have to suffer such hardships?

Later, as people developed and expanded, they came into contact with the hearth that provided light and heat to the world, and saw one giant beast after another enter it over the years. The embers inside piled up higher and higher, but the number of giant beasts that appeared every year on Holy Spirit Day became less and less.

As time goes by, only the mascot dolls that have survived to this day retain their image.

Until a certain day.

The number of Holy Spirits no longer decreased, and people who should have been cheering and celebrating began to worry again: were the Holy Spirits no longer willing to protect the world and were going to abandon it?

Fear, unease, and turmoil. But when the news returned that the god-king was willing to be eternally burned as fuel on the golden throne, feelings of shame, sorrow, and bewilderment arose in the hearts of the people.

Besides that, there is another emotion.

An emotion called 'hatred'.

Why? !

Why should the holy spirits, gods, immortals, and ancestors who protect our civilization suffer such torment?!

When they looked up again at the abyss, there was no longer fear, only a sense of powerlessness and hatred that was being born and accumulating.

With the development of the times and the advancement of civilization and technology, they are even able to discover and reproduce history that has been forgotten in the long river of time, and their research on the abyss has reached the outside world protected by the Great Wolf of the Negative World.

but

All the experiments ended in failure.

The only world that can exist in the abyss is hell. Even if a small, man-made universe were placed in the abyss, it would gradually perish due to distortion and warping.

The road ahead is blocked; the continuation of the civilization of the Eternal Terra Empire can only be built upon the sacrifice of the God-King.

All living beings seem to have only one choice: to idly wait for the end in the endless expanse of time.

People who cannot see the future can only look back at the beauty of the past, hoping to find some spiritual solace in it, but looking back...

The God-King used his body as firewood to resist the destruction of the world; the Emperor used his spear to stop the war and his body as a shield to resist the abyss; Nuwa raised thousands of stars and burned her blood to mend the sky; the gods gave up their own selves and transformed into the spirits of all living beings, allowing life to escape the fate of madness and chaos; and the most powerful ascendant of the past forged arrows with his soul, while a girl, after severing the apocalypse of the world, transformed into the Law of the Circle and anchored time and space.

There seems to be another option.

Since this calamity of reincarnation has become eternal, let the hatred accumulated over ten thousand years and countless eras be vented in the final moments!

This is not about individual interests, but about the resonance of the group!

revenge!

As this idea spread throughout civilization, from top to bottom and from bottom to top, all evolving groups saw a new direction in the interconnected network of consciousness.

No longer will they linger on as burdens of the gods, but will use all their accumulated strength to create the sharpest blade, and launch an eternal and final revenge against the source of eternal suffering, against the lightless abyss that devours the sparks of fire, regardless of the cost!

"Has it been decided yet?" Huai Shi asked in a low voice.

"If our fate is to perish, then at least in the end, we must raise the banner of resistance against the abyss." The people in the light and shadow bowed respectfully: "Just as you and the gods once were."

Huai Shi glanced at Squirrel Hang and the others, paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "If this is your wish, then let's go together."

The figures of light and shadow seemed surprised, but then quickly understood.

Like parents, guardian angels will accompany them in the end, ensuring that in this world filled with despair, at least they will not be alone.

After that day, all the giant beasts were awakened.

After waking up from cryogenics and learning about the current situation, Ai Qing did not object. Instead, as the highest-ranking person present at the Astronomical Conference, she abandoned the creation plan and changed it into a new world-destroying plan.

Originally intended to simulate the cycle of creation and destruction of hell, and to serve as a backup program for replicating the present-day rebirth on Huai Shi's corpse, it has now transformed into a false blade against the external hell.

All engineering experiments in Bikini Bottom were restarted, and new psionic weapons were attached to Huai Shi's three pairs of wings.

With the nine billion citizens of the Eternal Terra Empire having their nine billion names recorded on a data crystal and thrown into the abyss, all preparations are complete.

"It's been a long time, let's set off again." Huai Shi looked at his 'friends' behind him.

He placed the Eternal Terran Empire beneath the Ring of Law hanging behind his head, and with the revenge desired by his civilization, which was integrated with Hell, he unfurled three pairs of sky-covering dragon wings and plunged into the abyss along the connection that had never been severed.

Looking towards the past, towards the road we came from, towards the eternal darkness that extinguished the stars, an aria composed for this epic begins.

This is a long journey.

Time has lost its meaning in recording, and depth detection has become completely ineffective. In the current context, the depth has surpassed the lowest known level of the abyss.

Everything, all the remains of the dead, all the souls and matter, all settled into this darkness.

But there are also some strange aspects.

Countless depths seemed to be torn apart by fault lines, drawn together in a distorted form towards the direction Huai Shi was heading.

There wasn't a single hell along the way.

It was completely empty, without any hell at all. Even though Huai Shi had eaten and broken quite a few, there should have been at least some small biscuit or bread crumbs on the ground. You could twist them, lick them, soak them, and have them as breakfast.

But even that little bit of stuff has disappeared.

This reminded him of the strange commotion that had occurred before. If Han Li and Yan Sen hadn't created time within the civilization, and if Xiao Yuan hadn't pulled him back from the traction force, this Witch's Night would probably have ended in failure long ago.

Ok?

Could it be that those hells were also pulled away by that force?

Although Huai Shi had his doubts, there was no point in investigating them at this point.

Instead, he followed the faint connection that had stabilized yet still existed, and flew towards the depths of the vortex.

"Huai Shi, don't go there." Fu Yi said, startling Huai Shi.

During this period, the presence of his good brother was sometimes strong and sometimes very transparent. For example, just now, Huai Shi almost forgot that the other party was still inside the bell.

"why?"

"There's something bad over there."

Fu Yi's hesitant words convinced Huai Shi that this guy must have secretly activated a cheat code to make his presence known, and might even have secretly given her some kind of hint.

However, even with Fu Yi's warning, Huai Shi could not stop.

To complete the Witch's Night challenge, whether you succeed or fail, you have to give it a try. You won't die anyway, and even if there is some danger, what could possibly happen when you're fully armed and at max level?

"Holy crap?"

"Fuck-!"

Huai Shi suddenly braked, but due to his large size and the inertia of his speed, he ended up like a Tom Cat, carving two terrifying furrows in the abyss-like ground with his feet.

He saw a pitch-black train with a large group of animals outside. But that wasn't the point. The point was that these animals were using various methods to pull this hell or fragments of hell toward a black hole.

Calling it a black hole is not entirely accurate.

It was like an annihilation vortex that swallowed everything, with the outline of a black hole, yet after devouring everything, it emitted the light of the sun.

Light itself symbolizes destruction.

At this very moment, the black hole is expanding continuously, and those hells that have been sent into it are being manipulated by some unseen force, merging into a chaotic mass that fills an endless vortex.

The two overlapped, resembling an incomparably black sphere rising from the other side of the abyss, like a blazing sun.

Huai Shi dared to swear that he had never seen this thing before, yet it felt so familiar that, in a trembling state, he subconsciously roared.

"Brother Lun, could you buy me a Holy Cutter?"

The reshaped hell was like a liquid shell covering the surface of the blazing sun, gradually solidifying and cooling, with some creatures even moving around inside.

All the animals on the outside were watching this scene intently.

But when the roar, which was indistinguishable as a dog's bark or a dragon's roar, rang out, the entire race, far surpassing Huai Shi and bearing the weight of civilization, turned to look in this direction.

then

He revealed an unprecedented level of terror.

"The old trash cans are already connected, and the new trash cans are being filled, but why can't we complete the final step?"

The raccoon with its molten gold eyes sat atop a metal trash can, resting its chin on one hand, gazing at the garbage incinerator that continuously fed in 'garbage bags'.

"My lords, have I become lax in the process of building this great undertaking?"

Xing corrected his self-reference and looked at the Seven Warlords of the Kingdom standing in two rows on both sides.

Buckets of Harmony and Order, Buckets of Destruction, Buckets of Pleasure, Buckets of Hunting, Buckets of Nothingness, Buckets of Knowledge, Buckets of Preservation, and all buckets of destiny bow in reverence.

"Greetings to you, shepherd of all the world's waste, star god of destruction, king of garbage who bears the broken bag of this world."

The piper said in a devout tone, "We have all seen your diligence. Why don't you take a break and let us create a ridiculous farce to amuse you?"

"Broken Flute Lord, I cannot rest yet."

Raccoon Star stood up and walked to the viewing window, saying in a deep voice, "Only after everything is destroyed can a new world be created from the ashes of nothingness. But why is the Supreme Garbage Realm always like a stagnant pool?"

"A king should have patience, you immature king of trash." The withered king advised, "Perhaps there are not enough newly created hells, but as long as you keep accumulating, one day you will see the world of your dreams born in your hands."

Xing nodded slightly, sighed helplessly, and returned to her throne, calmly continuing to watch as one 'garbage bag' after another was thrown into the vortex.

After being blended together, it devours all light.

"My lords, let's speed things up."

"Yes, savior of us trash, great king of trash."

Apart from the Void Bucket that remained standing still, the other Fate Buckets left the carriage and passed by the numb train crew.

"You really do act like a loyal subject, King of Withering." Chu Hai sneered at Black Peacock as soon as he stepped out of the carriage's pneumatic door: "Since when has the destruction of a kingdom become a garbage bag?"

Facing the slightly sarcastic and provocative leader of the army, the King of Ku showed no anger on his face.

He glanced at the other person and retorted, "Is there a difference between a garbage bag, hell, and a fallen country?"

"Don't tell me you really intend to continue cooperating with that crazy raccoon girl. Fine, Your Majesty the King of Trash." Noticing the gazes around him, Chu Hai decisively changed his tune:

"Are you really planning to cooperate with the King of Trash to stitch all the hells together into a new hell?"

"Haha, why not? Chu Hai, don't tell me you're scared." The King of Wither's laughter was laced with sarcasm.

"If she can accomplish the same great feat outside of this witch's night, what if I and the fallen kingdom join her ranks?"

Gather all the hells born of the past and the future, and forge a world of destruction.

By then, she could even bring the abyss under her control with her own will, creating a hellish paradise where one could survive without paying any price.

Is there still a difference between this world and hell?

"Don't you understand, King Ku? Mr. Chu Hai is afraid this anomaly will affect the present realm," the piper said in an instigating and inflammatory tone.

"If the King of Trash were to truly descend upon this world, and if necessary, the Lord of Destruction might launch a magnificent backstab against our King, wouldn't he?"

Chu Hai glanced at the two men indifferently and narrowed his eyes.

"Chu Hai, flute player, just do your job as subjects and don't get in the way." The withered king raised his long neck and said coldly:

"Whether she succeeds or not, I want to witness where this unprecedented ambition will lead."

"Even I'm being warned?" the piper feigned sadness.

But he didn't have time to continue his performance. At the same time, accompanied by a dragon's roar, a shadow that blotted out the sky appeared outside the train.

All the creatures were stunned when they saw the colossal dragon, which was larger than any hell at present.

The raccoon also witnessed this scene. After a moment of silence, she came to the antlered thunder beast corresponding to the Void Barrel and said, "Mei-nee, I don't want to die."

"..." Huang Quan came to his senses and after a long while said, "If you are an enemy, I will help you."

　There will be another update tonight, it might be a little late, I'm writing it now.

(End of this chapter)