Countless divinities and miracles, since that big mouthful of sucking

Inhale, rise from the core of the present situation, and plunge into the stomach state with no end in sight.

Until, the overwhelming sound of cracking sounded——

Just like the cry that rises in every soul, it is very close at hand and echoes in every corner of the present situation.

The storm of the Creation Plan came to an abrupt end!

After experiencing many impacts, from the impact of the fragments of the Mother of Stone to the encroachment by the ranchers... In the deepest part of the current situation, the three intertwined pillars can no longer maintain their original condition.

Collapsed from the chimera.

The pillar of divine essence, overflowing with infinite divinity and miracles, stopped abruptly with its dazzling brilliance.

Immediately afterwards, a small crack spread silently. From the initial silence, the sound of the crack gradually became louder, and finally turned into a deafening roar.

Completely broken!

Above the current sky, the dazzling light that countless people are accustomed to is trembling, flickering, and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the end, the faint light like a residual candle in the wind suddenly jumped up, shining back and shining the last dazzling light.

Completely, extinguish——

Darkness is like a tide, swallowing up the whole world.

When the war finally came to an end, in this hasty and short period of time, everyone's faces were swallowed up by darkness before joy could even appear on their faces.

In the sudden darkness, only dead silence remained.

There are only the ecstatic shouts of the gods, the weird sounds of gnawing and chewing, and the gluttonous mouths!

Not only on the battlefield, but also on the eroded borders and even within the current territory, all the people who had just experienced chaos and disasters raised their heads in confusion.

Lift up your phone and try to illuminate the world in front of you with the dim light of the screen.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

No matter how anxiously I search, there is no more light like it once had. No matter it is the stars or the sun.

When the Pillar of Divine Marrow fractured, the creation plan was no longer sustainable, and the violent turbulence of the Silver Sea continued to rise, as if boiling.

No matter how rigorous the cognitive operation is, it can't make up for the terrifying impact when the scorching sun disappears.

Almost forgot to breathe.

When the uneasy shadow rises silently in every consciousness, it creates a wave of fear that turns the entire silver sea into gray and black.

When the storm of the Creation Plan came to an end, the torrent erupted by the Mother of Stone crashed down, and every piece of land in the entire current world was shrouded in mourning and turmoil.

We can only passively bear the constant impact.

Even, it is difficult to maintain one's own depth...

Just like that, amid the frightened screams and hysterical shouting, the eternal darkness that seemed to last until the end of time arrived at this moment.

This is the final apocalypse brought by the real God of Hell!

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In the abyss beyond the current situation.

In the depths of deathly silence, dim gleams of light suddenly slowed down from the speed and stopped returning.

The last six fleets of the Deep Space Legion stagnated in place.

Staring at the extinguished reality, and even the ugly existence crawling on top of it.

It's just a brief moment of delay.

"This is the Fifth Fleet, the flagship Octavian. We are here to report to the center that the return voyage is aborted——"

The commander's words paused for a moment, and he smiled bitterly: "I know you may not be able to hear it, and I don't know if the center still exists. If, I mean... if there are still people who can receive it, please tell them...

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"We have lived up to our mission," he said.

From beginning to end, there was no response from the other end of the communication.

There is only harsh noise and clutter, constantly echoing.

As a result, communications on the Octavian were suspended.

On the sweltering bridge, the slightly older commander took off his hat, revealing wet short hair.

"Tsk, I originally said

, go home and take a good bath."

He shook his head, raised his head, looked at the crew, and grinned: "Everyone will work another shift. Don't worry, reinforcements will be here soon!"

There was a moment of silence, and noisy voices sounded, full of displeasure. "Who are you kidding, old man?"

"I'm still repairing the antenna in the communications class. You made a crazy phone call! Just burn two newspapers!"

"Old man Den has lied to me again. I knew he was going to talk nonsense when he opened his mouth."

"With reinforcements, I'll stand on my fucking head and eat these shoes!"

Unpleasant complaints, playful ridicule, or irritable scolding.

The crowd that gathered dispersed and returned to their posts.

Ignoring the safety operating rules, they distributed the last cigarettes, and the fleeting light illuminated the smiles on their lips.

Between the depths, at the very front, the flagship of the Sixth Fleet took the lead in changing direction.

Then, a second light came on from behind.

The third lane, the fourth lane...

The last stars cursed and scolded, and the shouters rushed to the battlefield again.

But before that, there was already an angry fire emerging on the earth again.

Rising against the sky.

Like a heavy rain.

Pounced on the God who was so close...

This is the last light left in the world.

On the gradually crumbling battlefield, the mighty armored convoys stepped on the brakes one after another, and then turned around.

The rumbling sound was like the tide.

Hoarse, off-key singing came from the distance.

In the darkness, those flashing searchlights illuminated the figure standing there.

Huai Shi raised his eyes and looked at the current scene.

So close.

It's like you can reach out and touch the huge outline...

Beside him, Tong Ji, who was like a phantom, had her hands behind her back, looking at the scene in the distance with him, not urging or anxious, just curious:

"What are you waiting for, Huai Shi?"

Huai Shi thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Probably, it's a miracle, right?"

"The miracle is in your hands." Tong Ji said.

"I know."

Huai Shi lowered her head and stared at the flickering light on her fingertips.

The light illuminated his pupils.

So peaceful.

"In the past, I dreamed of the day when the light of reality would be extinguished for me. When that day came, I no longer wanted this power."

"It shouldn't be now, and it shouldn't be like this," he said.

He closed his eyes.

As a result, the distant sounds became clearer and clearer.

It does not come from the battlefield or the gods, but from a more distant place, a more real place.

The sound from the present situation.

Like a call and cry of pain.

Ask for help.

towards him.

Towards the only person who can save everything.
To be continued...