Chapter 278
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Chapter 278: The Time of World Destruction!
Rainbow Calendar.
In the year 1795, on the thirtieth day of December.
Separated by the Fantasy Sea, a vast body of water that isolates three continents, its endless waves surge and retreat, appearing grayish-white. They rise and fall, seemingly capable of devouring everything.
Wearing a long robe in dark purple, an old man stood calmly on the surface of the sea. Even though the waves of the Fantasy Sea were violent, they couldn’t disturb him in the slightest.
He gazed at the sky.
Yet, there was nothing unusual about the sky.
“The world is about to be destroyed.”
The old man spoke slowly, not as a prophecy, but as an absolute and predetermined fact.
“All struggles are futile. No one can change this destiny.”
“Teacher, you still have such a sad outlook.”
A young man stood beside the old person. He was wearing black clothes and had an ordinary appearance, so much so that one might even say he looked “unbelievably ordinary.”
Perhaps it was some kind of extraordinary effect that made him so “ordinary” in such a special way.
The look in his eyes seemed calm like still water, but concealed within was something incredibly profound.
The old person shook his head and continued, “I am just explaining destiny… Let’s go, while there is still time. We need to leave this place… escape to the farthest reaches of the multiverse, where we will survive amidst the ruins until the end arrives.”
“But I want to witness it till the end,” the young person’s voice was calm, yet resolute.
The old person remained silent for a while, knowing he couldn’t convince him. He said, “Ji, if you wish to become a god, then go to the ‘temple’ of the Almighty and search for a ‘key’ left behind by Fate’s Strings Master… It is the crucial item that will allow you to take the final step.”
Is it the key to the Ultimate Ritual to become a god?
The young person remained silent for a moment, then nodded softly.
“I understand now.”
His tone was neither sad nor joyful, as if he didn’t feel particularly delighted about the idea of “becoming a god,” but rather felt destined to become a deity.
Maybe, becoming a god was just one step among many in this man’s grand plan.
The young man, who was called “Ji,” remained silent for a moment. In a calm and natural manner, he said, “No matter what, I believe that there will be someone who can save all of these worlds… And I will definitely find that person… This is the value that has always been within me.”
At that moment, he furrowed his brow.
And then, finally, it arrived.
The Fantasy Sea, which was already full of turbulent waves, suddenly grew even more violent. Some unknown force disrupted the natural order.
A gigantic tsunami surged, reaching thousands of meters in height, stretching across the vast sky.
The old man looked at this scene intently and calmly said, “The conscience of this world is aware that it is about to perish. It is trembling, fearful, and making its final resistance.”
“But all the desperate struggle is in vain.”
He.
He arrived.
The old man stared straight at the sky as a massive creature gradually appeared, and he couldn’t take his eyes off it for a long time.
The sky was taken over by gigantic, dark golden eyes, appearing out of nowhere.
He gazed at everyone and everything.
If you were to forcefully fit a raging behemoth that weighs over a hundred tons and is as big as a mountain into a delicate balloon the size of a fist,
In the next moment…
What will happen?
The Air Alliance.
The wild countryside outside the city.
Even in the wilds where natural disasters often occur, there are moments of respite.
For many years, the sinners would move after the natural disasters and survive in the intervals of “rest.”
This experience is something that the leader of the Tribe of Sinners must learn and understand.
Leading everyone to keep walking and survive.
Thus, the leaders of the Tribe of Sinners are often referred to as “guides” by the people.
“It’s impossible… a natural disaster, unexpectedly turned back…”
The Tribe of Sinners, as they journeyed, came to a halt. Their leader stood on the flat ground, gazing up at the sky with a bewildered expression.
A mighty storm was forming, with thunderous clouds roaring like a powerful deity.
It swept over everything, crushing all things it touched into tiny pieces.
The natural disaster that was supposed to move forward suddenly started moving backward.
For thousands and thousands of years, something like this had never happened before!
The sinners had no chance to escape anymore, so they had to kneel down and pray to the Savior in the story for help.
No matter how unwilling they were, today they finally could not escape.
“Oh, Savior!”
The leader unwillingly shouted out loudly!
“If you truly exist in this world, please put an end to all of this! We have been abandoned by the world for a long time, and the flame in our hearts has long been extinguished… With only a flicker of strength left at the end of countless years of suffering, we can only pray to you!”
The Tribe of Sinners was suddenly and completely destroyed by the fierce natural disaster.
Many thousands of miles away, amidst a tremendous roar, an ancient glacier that had been there for hundreds of thousands of years began to crumble.
“Boom!”
This scene was incredibly magnificent.
If someone could see it with their own eyes, they would never forget it for the rest of their lives!
Meanwhile, a gigantic frost emerged from the other side of the sea, turning the once hot ocean into an icy realm.
In the blink of an eye, all the creatures in the entire sea were frozen.
They were unable to move anymore in that frozen moment.
The surface of this planet shook violently and made loud noises. Unimaginably huge cracks started appearing in the middle of the land, causing everything to collapse and fall.
A terrifying force was attempting to split the entire continent in half from the middle!
The march towards the destruction of the world grew louder, and no one could stop it.
The despairing people looked up.
The clouds turned fiery red.
One by one, gigantic meteorites slowly appeared among the clouds. The scorching flames evaporated the waves of clouds, and the sky turned fiery red, as if foretelling the arrival of hell.
The meteorites fell to the ground amidst flames, creating towering waves of dust that crashed towards everything around, engulfing everything in its path.
Almost every person in this world has seen it.
One after another, shooting stars were appearing on the horizon.
They were falling from every direction of this planet.
Destroying forests, destroying lakes, destroying mountains, destroying cities…
In a city that had stood for hundreds of years, everything that people cherished was instantly crushed to pieces beneath even larger boulders.
What people called “civilization” seemed insignificant in the face of ultimate destruction.
Finally.
Everyone saw it.
In the sky above.
The place where the sun used to be had been replaced by a huge, unforgettable presence that resembled a dark golden eye!
He was incredibly enormous.
It felt as if it occupied half of the sky.
It seemed like it could crush the entire world at any moment.
Outer God.
Arrived.
Far away in countless light years, a planet suddenly, without any warning, veered off its orbit and crashed heavily onto its own satellite, causing a tremendously powerful explosion that humans could not even bear to witness.
Once a star that had billions of years of lifespan suddenly went dark, losing its energy. As a result, the entire star system lost its radiance.
Similar chaotic events kept happening continuously.
One after another, these events occurred.
It would never end.
Until the arrival of the true end.
“Look down.”
“Don’t look up at the sky.”
Annottales, in this city, a weak old man’s voice suddenly appeared in the ears of everyone.
They instinctively lowered their heads, no longer looking at the sky.
That voice…
Its owner must be the incarnation of “Dark Light”!
Only his voice has such a trustworthy quality about it.
A gigantic shooting star appeared from the clouds, painting the sky crimson for a moment. It descended rapidly from the sky, heading straight towards this ancient giant city.
In the next moment, tens of millions of lives could be reduced to ashes.
“Stop.”
High above, Chris, leader of the Knights of the Divine Blade, stood motionless, as though an otherworldly deity isolated from everything. His expression calm, he drew a gray blade, pointing it with the slightest movement.
With immense force, the massive meteor was instantly sliced into hundreds of perfectly cut pieces!
“Turn into snow…”
A tall woman in her thirties, draped in a black veil and wearing a towering hat, stood atop the Temple of Dark Light. She quickly scribbled a sentence in her black leather book.
It will become snow.
In the blink of an eye, the huge meteor, now fragmented into hundreds of pieces, transformed into a cascade of soft white snowflakes, gracefully descending from the sky, harmless yet mesmerizing.
She was known as the “Book of Dark Light.”
The tall woman sighed, speaking with a touch of regret, “I never imagined we would witness the arrival of an Outer God… It’s a rare event, worthy of being recorded, yet if given a choice, I would rather not be here to see it.”
“Rainbows, will any of you lend a hand?”
The Book of Dark Light sighed again, her eyes revealing a mix of emotions.
“If it were me, I would likely choose to ‘seek out another world’ rather than stubbornly stand against ‘that thing.'”
Instead of putting my life at risk to protect the “hotel” I’ve lived in for a few years, or to shield the “little bird” on the “hotel” roof from the clutches of the “monster”…
Of course, finding another “hotel” would be far simpler.
Though ultimately, all “hotels” will turn to ashes in the flames.
But before the end comes, there’s still plenty of time for people to “hold on” and struggle. It can be measured in millions of years—a long time, even for gods.
Even Chris and the others from the Book of Dark Light were bowing their heads in this moment.
They dared not gaze directly at the colossal creature in the sky.
That was merely a projection of “Him.”
Even beings of “Apocalypse” strength, if they faced His projection head-on, would suffer grave harm.
In the sky, Chris inhaled deeply, his heart racing with exhilaration.
“What the Fate’s Strings Master said is undeniably true,” he murmured. “This world is truly on the verge of destruction.”
Perhaps today marks its final day.
Now is the moment when the world crumbles.
But Chris knew that within the “Rainbow,” a powerful entity would undoubtedly intervene.
He will save all life.
Suddenly.
Golden rays of light erupted from every city across the globe, merging into massive beams that covered the sky, blocking the sun.
The rays twisted together in the air, encircling the planet repeatedly, slowly forming an immense “web.”
It completely obscured the projection of the Pupil of Chaos.
A golden ring enveloped the entire planet, enduring the constant bombardment of countless meteors, struggling to remain intact.
—
Heart City.
In a quaint, ancient inn.
The blind girl with silver-gray hair who had been playing the ancient qin halted her hands.
The customers in the inn, terrified by the strange phenomena in the sky and on the ground, fled in all directions.
She remained the only one left behind.
Golden beams of light poured in from all corners of the world, and the blind girl calmly “saw” this unfolding scene.
“Though he did so much for them, he didn’t choose to walk the ‘path of faith,’ nor the ‘path of symbolism’… Instead, he continued along the ‘primitive path.’”
“Why can’t you accept your fate?”
“Your strength has waned so much, and if this continues… even you, who were once the most powerful among us, will eventually fall.”
She sighed, then resumed playing the ancient qin before her.
It sounded like weeping and yearning, like complaining and expressing sorrow.
In an instant, the blind girl vanished.
She disappeared without a trace, leaving no sign behind. Even those who had seen her would no longer recall her presence.
—
Tatsumi City.
In a dark underground palace, the red-clad troublemakers muttered quietly. On a worn, ancient altar, twenty-seven rare relics were slowly disappearing.
They had successfully performed the ceremony here.
The ceremony had finally come to fruition!
The great Pupil of Chaos was descending!
At the far end of the palace, on a throne, sat an enormous giant with dark skin, towering over five meters tall.
He was the leader of the Order of the Troublemakers.
The formidable warriors of Apocalypse level, the terrifying Head of Destruction!
Wearing a black iron skull mask, he gripped a dark gray, heavy hammer with his thin, bony hands. His blood-red robe, wide and thick, made him resemble a “pope.”
“From the moment of my birth, this plan has been passed down through the ages…”
“I feel blessed to witness its success… and the coming of Him.”
The Head of Destruction’s excitement was evident, but his voice was rasping, sounding cold and unsettling.
Amidst the constant earthquakes, he continued speaking.
“Soon, the magnificent One will come to this world.”
“Did you hear it? The world is calling out,”
“As long as the four special locations around the world remain intact, He will gradually enter this realm.”
The Head of Destruction, his skull-like mask obscuring his face, revealed a terrifying grin.
“With His power, no one will be able to locate the ‘ritual’… This ensures that we will not be disturbed until the final success is achieved.”
Just as the Head of Destruction elaborated on the world’s impending destruction, a voice, one that did not belong to this realm, interrupted.
“No.”
“Yet, some still know the location of the ceremony. They may attempt to stop our magnificent plan.”
The Head of Destruction turned towards the voice’s source.
It came from a crystal ball, floating in mid-air, emitting a soft glow.
In Noah’s world, the Order of the Troublemakers communicated with the “Legion” under “Chosen for Eternity” through this ball.
The one speaking was the second-in-command of the “Legion,” Glofield, deputy to Chosen for Eternity.
Evolver.
Her voice continued to resonate, while the Head of Destruction silently listened.
“But their power is quite weak. If we stay alert… we can end everything in this world.”
The Head of Destruction lowered his head in deep reverence and asked, “When will it arrive?”
The woman’s voice carried on with assurance.
“Glofield is on his way to this world, but he still requires some time. Meanwhile, we will arrive soon, and during that time, we’ll need you to help delay the ‘Babel Tower.’”
“As long as we wait for Glofield, everything will unfold according to its destined path,” she concluded confidently.
“Destined path?”
The Head of Destruction slowly rose from his seat, holding the heavy hammer with both hands, and said in a raspy voice, “I am aware of Babel Tower.”
“They are in Tatsumi City.”
“They are weak, honest, spreading everywhere, growing rapidly… bothersome, yet capable of creating numerous ‘miracles.’”
“However, in the final act, they were fated to be powerless.”
