Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 4051 The City of Ruins

There are ways to give two artificial gods power comparable to the past in a very short time, but there are many limitations.

Ye Lin analyzed and concluded that the safest method was undoubtedly to follow Celia Krumin, who already possessed the status of a creator. She was able to bestow supreme blessings, allowing a qualified person to quickly achieve the immortal and indestructible divine realm and use the divine laws she had bestowed.

However, with few vivid memories and a lack of humanity, Janemer was somewhat reluctant to become anyone's follower and rejected the proposal.

After all, at the end of the Terran civilization, the twelve artificial gods fought a devastating war because they refused to submit to the Great Will, refused to bow down to Him, and refused to return to the beginning.

If Yanemer and other artificial gods had yielded and bowed their heads, the story would have taken a completely different turn.

Therefore, Jannemer and Philbe were fundamentally opposed to following or pledging allegiance to anyone.

What Yannemer desires most is undoubtedly a portion of the Primordial Darkness. With the power of darkness, combined with the body of an artificial god and her innate abilities, she can immediately revert to her former self as an artificial god.

Ye Lin indicated that there was indeed a suitable dark source, the one belonging to the lazy dog ​​Anton, which Anton himself was very happy to give away and had even tempted Agnes several times... However, the twelve apostles also had special significance, and their dark origin could not be extracted for the time being.

Finally, he used the power of chaos to create a copy of the Primordial Darkness to fill Yanemer's needs.

“It’s not perfect, but it works.” Yannemer spoke slowly. Her cold and aloof temperament was very similar to Hilder’s, and there was indeed a deep connection between the two.

When Terra created the twelve artificial gods, Yanemer was only after the prototype of the artificial god, and was the second artificial god to be created in order.

If we exclude the prototypes that did not contain the Primordial Darkness and only consider the twelve true artificial gods that followed, then Yanemer was the first artificial god to be born, undoubtedly the big sister.

Therefore, Herder poured a great deal of effort and emotion into the birth of Janemer.

As for the subsequent eleven artificial gods, since the technology was already mature and there were successful precedents, the contribution of Herder was reduced and far less significant than that of Janemer.

The artificial god Yanemer slowly spread her five fingers, flowing with golden light, radiating countless rays, as if the sun were in her palm. Then, she slowly and powerfully grasped at the Primordial Darkness replicated by Night Forest, continuously analyzing its composition in the process.

"Ok?"

Yannemer raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise on her face, as her hair visibly grew another three inches.

Philbe cast an inquiring glance. "What happened? You seem quite pleased."

She also knew that Yanemer had a habit of designing her hairstyle according to her mood. In the ancient Terran era, when the twelve artificial gods were still praised, worshipped, and called the Radiant Beyana by the Terrans, the relationship between humans and the artificial gods was relatively harmonious.

Sometimes you can see Yannemer reading a fashion magazine, and occasionally you can see her going to a hair salon alone to enjoy a high-end haircut, which is one of the few times she shows her humanity.

Yanemer, clutching the replica of the Primordial Darkness, said, "I thought this was just a fake imitation, an energy used to replace the Primordial Darkness, but its properties are no different from the real thing."

This pure dark power was the first opposing attribute at the beginning of creation, without any definition of good or evil, sacred and great.

"Darkness" is not an inherent evil.

Just as the dark background of the universe represents the unknown, fear, and something to be afraid of for the living world, the background itself has no sinful attributes. It transcends the definition of good and evil and is the meaning of "existence" itself.

We cannot rashly define something as evil simply because we like it.

The replica of the Primordial Darkness provided by Night Forest is almost identical to the original in terms of attributes and power level, except that it cannot be associated with the Great Will of the Primordial in a meaningful way. Yane believes that by fusing it, she can restore herself to the state she was in when she created the ancient Terran god.

“I even sensed a supreme aura emanating from you. How did you manage to do that?” Yanemer asked.

From the perspective of a man-made god, the energy provided by Night Forest is still quite incredible.

Philbe suddenly realized the key element, the primordial status Celia had achieved, and looked at him, saying, "You are walking this path, and the power of chaos is the key to opening the door at the end of the road?"

That makes more sense.

After understanding, Yannemer remained silent, resolutely grasping the Primordial Darkness copied by Ye Lin. Pure and sublime energy exploded in her palm, and two blazing beams of light shot out from her eyes instantly, as if igniting the sun, bursting forth with a powerful life force.

The primordial darkness manifested as wisps of something tangible, spreading from her fingers, wrists, and arms until it enveloped her curvaceous body, forming a black cocoon.

Enveloped in the Primordial Darkness, Yanemer's aura of power was rapidly increasing and strengthening.

Ye Lin then replicated the Primordial Darkness in the same way. The moment the energy took shape, his aura became slightly weaker, but it was not a big problem. He then handed it to Philbe.

Replicating items comparable to some of the creation-level beings is actually quite stressful for him now, requiring some losses.

Philbe wore a white dress with gold thread, her long hair reaching her waist, and a musical note pendant adorning her snow-white neck. She possessed an ethereal and elegant temperament, clear and otherworldly, and an exceptionally outstanding appearance, with a beauty that could captivate all beings and a hazy, moonlit glow.

She can play music that all things can hear, and she can also play the demonic sounds of destruction.

Philbe grasped the copied Primordial Darkness, and just before it exploded in his palm and formed a cocoon, he said, "Yanemer, she might..."

Immediately, two black cocoons that would give birth to artificial gods took shape, before Philbe could finish speaking.

Ye Lin pondered with interest what Philbe meant by the second half of his sentence, then shook his head, finding it hard to guess. He waved his hand, put away the two black cocoons, left the starry sky, and returned to the original site of Terra.

Mo Mei, who was guarding there, said, "When many parallel dimensions opened one after another, some chaotic power fell towards Terra. Some traces of life were remembered, which may give birth to monsters similar to the dimensional byproducts, such as Dras."

It doesn't mean that a large number of lives perished during that turbulent period, but rather that the leaked spacetime power contained life that had existed in history and was thus remembered by time.

Now this power has been transferred to the main dimension. In the chaos and distortion, traces of the past may materialize, leading to strange anomalies and the birth of special monsters.

The young lady shook her head, interpreting it through the lens of fate, and said:

"At the moment Terra was reunited, it perfectly replicated a point in history, with only minor differences. However, with the fusion of parallel dimensions, the differences are becoming increasingly apparent, and it is no longer the same as before." In other words, the possibility that Terra was a victim has increased once again.

For Carlosso, it merely serves as an anchor point.

A true and perfect replica of history in Terra would be one where everyone's actions, every step, and every word strictly follow the historical record, without the slightest error.

Now, it's like another timeline, a timeline without Hilder and without artificial gods.

“I find it a bit strange. He made a good start, but the process was rushed, and the ending may also have been written haphazardly.” Hia rubbed her forehead. With the extraordinary intuition bestowed upon her by the realm of fate, she felt that there must be something that had been overlooked.

Carlos copied the beginning of history, but haphazardly rewrote the process.

Mo Mei nodded slightly. She didn't know the reason either, but guessed for the time being: "Perhaps there will be a relatively large patch for Terra next?"

However, as long as Hilder and the twelve artificial gods are removed, Terra's "version" will always go down a different timeline.

“Boss, let’s go to Terra and look for clues,” Mo Mei said.

Before everyone could set off, Hiat suddenly looked at Terra, sensing something amiss, and said:
"An anomaly has occurred."

.........

"This is so troublesome, I feel so sleepy, I want to sleep for another half day."

Vichy, standing on the school playground, yawned sleepily. His clothes were loose and baggy, and he looked listless. His tuft of hair on his head drooped down, and he had no energy at all.

However, a considerable number of students were in the same state as her, listless and dispirited. Some looked okay, probably because of the physical advantages of youth... Today is Monday.

Several students were preparing for the flag-raising ceremony, and teachers from each class were counting the number of students in their classes. The faces of those adults lacked the genuine joy they had. Teaching is a sacred profession, but teaching is also a job, and jobs can be tiring.

After all, today is Monday, the least desirable time of day in the world.

Over the past Saturday and Sunday, Vishi and Rem conducted a series of experiments on the badge that "Beyana" had given them, including but not limited to weaving a strange spell, making offerings with candles and food, and writing a letter and burning it next to the badge. In the end, Vishi really had no choice but to scratch her head and suggest that they kowtow to the badge.

What if Lady Beana sees our sincerity and descends upon us again?

Rem's head popped up with a question mark. "Should I kowtow to her too? I still have tutoring classes to attend."

Finally, Vishi actually ran back to the roof of that building and tried tapping it, but the badge still didn't react; it looked like just an ordinary metal badge.

Time slowly wears down a passionate heart, especially on Mondays... After experiencing various setbacks, Vichy no longer thinks much about the Bayana Badge.

"Monday is over and then it's Tuesday, Tuesday is over and then it's Wednesday, Wednesday means half the week is over, Thursday is here and Friday won't be far behind, so once Monday is here, Friday won't be far behind..." Vichy's mind wandered, his eyes unfocused.

"There's a monthly exam this Friday, I'm doomed. I've been so obsessed with Beyana lately that I've fallen behind on my studies. Is it too late to get Rem to tutor me tonight?"

As the flag slowly rose, a listless Vichy stood among the students, his gaze also rising as he sang a song.

"It would be great if a monster blew up the school..."

boom!
Suddenly, an explosion rang out from one direction of the school, and the ground shook violently. The flagpole, which had just been raised, creaked and groaned, as if it were about to topple and break.

"What is that? Look in the direction of the gymnasium...?!" a student exclaimed. The rather magnificent building in the direction of the gymnasium had collapsed right in front of them, and the dust it kicked up was flying dozens of meters high, visible throughout the entire school.

The teachers also looked bewildered. After exchanging glances, they immediately directed the students to an open area and quickly organized a team to investigate the cause. How could the gymnasium have suddenly collapsed? Were any people injured? Was it an earthquake or a problem with the building itself?

Vichy covered her mouth, blinked, and then went to take refuge under the teacher's guidance.

Suddenly, the clear sky changed color, the freshness and clarity of the morning turned into an apocalyptic twilight, with thick, blood-red clouds drifting by, casting a pale light onto the earth and casting a chilling shadow over it.

Not just the schools, the entire city was looking up in disbelief, and sirens were blaring everywhere. Nobody knew what was happening.

"There's a city in the clouds?" a student exclaimed in shock.

They saw a hazy scene projected through the clouds, like a mirage. It was a ruined city, with broken buildings everywhere, the ground ablaze, thick smoke billowing from all sides, and figures running in the shadows, widows collapsing, their cries of agony echoing through the air.

"Why does this look like our city?" The teachers instinctively stopped and saw a landmark building that was still standing—the city's most luxurious hotel.

Students are at the age when their minds are most active, but that activity only exists in their imaginations. Faced with this horrific scene, many of them turned pale and didn't know what had happened.

"The city is sinking!"

The mirage suspended in the clouds was clearly decreasing in height. As it got closer, the scene of the ruined city became clearer and clearer, and many familiar buildings came into view.

They also saw a cold figure sweep by, and then the earth tore open, creating a huge crack that almost split the entire city apart, leaving a scene of destruction in its wake.

"What is this?" someone shouted, their emotions running high.

The suffocating feeling of being crushed by the ruins of the city felt like it was about to hit them on the head, burying everyone in the ruins of the world.

“Vichy.” Rem ran out of the crowd, panting, grabbed Vichy, and then pulled the badge out of her pocket.

The badge, which had remained unmoved no matter what was done to it, has now changed, emitting a hazy glow with four different kinds of light flowing around it.

Vichy quickly reached into her pocket, then slapped her forehead. Oh no! Her badge was in her schoolbag, in the classroom, and she couldn't see if it had changed.

A strong intuition compels Vichy to return to the classroom.