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"Don't underestimate me. I'm not much worse than any of you seniors now!" Suddenly, he kicked Bai Ziyuan into Lai Hengli's [Tianshan Escape] hexagram. Zhu Mingyao's eyes burned like fire as he gritted his teeth and forced a smile.

"That cunning old director Maxwell has spread the message around the world as quickly as possible, requesting support. As long as we hold on here, there is hope!"

Besides...where else can they escape to? Someone has to step up..."

He looked around and saw a surging crowd in the metropolis. Thousands of men, women and children were mesmerized by the captivating magic around them, and he showed a hint of reluctance.

Even from the most selfish and utilitarian perspective, Zhu Mingyao did not want the tragic scene that was about to unfold to befall his homeland in this world.

If he really had to choose a battlefield, he would rather it be right here.

The only option now is to do our best to delay. We believe that in the face of the crisis of the demon god's destruction of the world, all the extraordinary forces in the world will bring out their full strength, and we may not be without the power to fight back.

In just a few brief exchanges, sparks of light appeared, like a sky full of stars, or like a campfire burning in the wilderness...

The Demon Hunter's Blade unleashed a tornado-like storm of blades, charging forward with overwhelming force...

Emerald light soared from Merlin's Ring, and the miniature dragon coiled on its surface reverted to its original form as a massive silver dragon, forcefully spewing forth a chilling current that pierced all things...

The resounding hymns shook the heavens and the earth; a white cross of light cleaved the sky; and countless phantoms of angels, some sitting, some standing, held swords and bows, seemingly ready to descend to earth at any moment…

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. This is a truth known to all, yet many extraordinary individuals have made the same choice as him.

However, not everyone has such courageous awareness.

The serrated wheel surged forth with crimson light and flames. Under the cover of its magnificent momentum, the figure of the Red Sun Venerable became slightly blurred, leaving behind a lifelike phantom, and he was about to flash to several thousand meters away.

Even if everyone is in the same boat, he doesn't have such noble sentiments as to be the first wave of cannon fodder.

The moment he activated his supernatural speed technique, his hair stood on end. Looking up, he saw fangs as jagged as ancient trees right before his eyes!

The largest of the giant beasts, standing in the center, cast an arrogant and mocking glance at us with a half-smile. The next moment, a slight gap appeared between their interlocking snouts, and a wisp of breath escaped.

Its breath was extremely light and gentle, as if it wanted to blow away the dust, but those who faced its sharp edge seemed to see an endless hell, and the frantic warning signs were almost enough to shatter their hearts.

At the critical moment of life and death, the blindingly bright sun wheel spun rapidly, and the countless Sanskrit seeds in his palms suddenly shrank, transforming into an oval black stone divided into three layers by white quartz. The Red Sun Venerable touched the ground with one foot and began to dance a frenzied and demonic dance.

Shiva's Dance of Destruction!

A tall, angry, azure-blue god appeared, its eight arms twisting and waving, each strike seemingly tearing space apart and unleashing a destructive storm, forcefully blocking the chaotic torrent.

But that was only one-seventh of the enemy's power. The remaining six giant heads struck like lightning, the red of rage, the black of envy, the green of sloth... the evil forces of the seven deadly sins merging into a decadent and magnificent rainbow, instantly crushing his dying resistance.

Seeing that he was doomed, the dark-skinned, thin Brahmin monk's face contorted with despair and rage, and he suddenly bit his tongue to pieces!

A blood-red setting sun rose from the clouds.

The sudden burst of crimson light dispelled the midnight darkness, and the world seemed to be covered with a thick layer of paint, making everything viscous and eerie.

However, such a grand and resolute decision only earned him a contemptuous sneer:

"tasty."

Without any disgust, it swallowed the few crimson specks in one gulp, savoring the embers of the powerful soul. With a flap of its wings, the remaining aftershocks surged out like waves.

Just a slight brush against the edge, and the towering buildings seemed to have undergone a thousand years of weathering in an instant, along with the thousands of residents within them, rotting into foul-smelling sludge.

"Everyone, don't stray from the group!" The lone survivor was instantly killed, and the remaining people immediately regrouped without needing any reminders.

The red dragon laughed loudly, looking up at the sky. "Twisted into a pie? Perfect for me to feast on..."

The negative entropy wave that causes all things to decay and the universe to perish has taken shape again, encompassing the stubborn humanity and the entire city.

Just as the two were about to collide in a spectacular way, a deep, eerie light suddenly appeared.

Like a prophet parting the sea with his staff, the chaotic waves are split in two!

"How about you... eat mine first?"

The elderly man, sitting upright in his wheelchair, drooped his eyelids, strained to prop up his arms, and his flabby flesh hung on his arms, which resembled firewood sticks.

In his ridiculously thin palm, an irregular, jet-black piece of iron lay quietly, its long, comet-like tail of light dissipating. The trail that had not yet completely disappeared was a result of a streak that had shot out from the torch of the Statue of Liberty in the distance.

Although it was rusted and damaged beyond recognition, its chilling and sharp aura still permeated the heavens and earth, as if it could end the life of all existence, even... a god descending to the mortal world!

"This, this is... Longinus?" Sensing an aura similar to yet distinct from the other supreme relics in the Church's collection, Sister Irene's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Wasn't that a fake made to cover up the existence of Titan remains?"

"Hehe." At this moment, his cloudy eyes seemed to be ignited by some kind of power, radiating an unusual brilliance. The old man, who was about to reach the end of his life, smiled slyly, like a child who had stolen candy.

"The best way to hide the truth is not through lies, but by making it public knowledge, and then let intelligent people figure out the rest..."

If someone could travel thousands of miles, they would be surprised to find that along the eastern coast of the New World Federation, more than a dozen beams of light, like rainbows, are flying rapidly toward New York!

The Continental Congress site in Virginia...

At the foot of Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C.

Inside Independence Hall in Pennsylvania...

The original thirteen states of the Federation each had a stream of light that crossed the void, streaked across the sky, and reunited here.

Strands of electric light intertwined and danced among the thirteen fragments, vaguely outlining the shape of an ancient bronze spear.

"By the covenant of the sages who founded the nation, and nourished by the will of the people for two hundred years, although it can only be used once, it should be enough. Noble incarnation of the Fallen Star, please, like your original self, stay away from the human world forever," the old man murmured.

Slightly unexpectedly, his response was not one of vigilance or defense, nor of resistance or a surprise attack, but rather a smug chuckle.

"Is this the last card?"

"I'll go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep, dark shadow suddenly darted out, traversing dozens of kilometers, and rushed straight towards the spear that had already been assembled with lightning speed.

It was a pool of melted flesh and sludge, with Frank's deformed head grinning at the top. Between two rows of pale white teeth, a piece of paper, as black as ink, was burning down to the last few lines.

"...In support of this declaration, we firmly trust in God's protection and pledge to one another with our lives, our possessions and our sacred honor!"

Chapter 523 A sudden turn of events

Changes can happen in the blink of an eye!

If tonight is a game of chess, then the series of perilous attacks and defenses are like dancing barefoot on a deadly blade, so much so that even the most astute strategist has no time to spare.

A brilliant, indescribable light rose up; it was the Cold War survivor, a symbol of the Federation's golden age, who instantly displayed an astonishing insight beyond his aging body, and instinctively and decisively activated the Holy Lance that was about to be unleashed.

The dazzling flames, like a meteor streaking across the sky, seemed to cleave the boundless heavens in two. The thick, blood-red clouds parted to reveal countless stars rising and falling, protecting a magnificent silver moon that shone brightly throughout the world.

A strong sense of presence imprints vivid, dreamlike scenes deep into people's minds.

One after another, dilapidated sailboats braved the raging winds and towering waves, crossing the sea to carry ragged pioneers to unknown shores...

Horses and cowboys dance together, a long railway line speeds along, pastures and mines, farmland and houses rise from the lush wilderness...

Steam roared, electricity surged, bearings spun wildly, and massive industrial machines emitted a deafening roar, brimming with a savage vitality, carving out a turbid and vast tributary for the river of civilization...

The civilization accumulated over two centuries in this vast land was kneaded and squeezed by an invisible force, extracting the most brilliant spiritual crystallization, which provided immense power for the remains of the sacred artifact.

The grand and imposing atmosphere serves to highlight how insignificant that filthy flesh and blood is, as if it were about to turn to ashes at any moment.

However, amidst countless astonished gazes, that insignificant speck of black and red filth fell straight down, piercing through the boundless radiance without any hindrance. The two gently touched each other, and the sacred Demon-Slaying Spear suddenly dimmed!

...After a joyous and lively bonfire party, the hospitable natives awoke from a sharp pain in their chests. Their eyes, filled with grief and indignation, stared at the greedy blade. Plump corn and fat turkeys rolled in the pool of blood, the gifts offered to their new foreign neighbors silently mocking their naivety.

...The magnificent steel railway line traverses the two oceans, the long dragon speeding freely, bringing people to every inch of untamed land, but beneath the cold sleepers, countless corpses stare with empty eyes, uttering silent accusations.

...The evolution and transformation of steam and electricity led to the rise of metal behemoths across the seven seas, the smoke of gunfire filling the air, and the submission of nations. Yet, behind the bustling modern scene lay the ruins of countless homes and the helpless cries of children.

Then came arrogance and extravagance, a beast beneath impeccable attire. The scene shifted and changed, finally settling on a sordid and depraved moment in the manor's underground. All of this culminated in a faint, mocking laugh:

"How dare demons of the mortal realm judge demons of hell? You... are born guilty!"

What should be done if impurities are mixed into the fission fuel?

Beneath the brilliance, the shadows were torn open in a bloody manner, like a festering sore bursting open, from which endless filth flowed out.

The burning willpower of all beings was tainted by sin, and the terrifying flames twisted and dimmed, no longer possessing the invincible divine might. They only created a patch of light and shadow on the mountain-like body of the giant beast, and then vanished like a laughable phantom bubble.

"Perhaps you're right, we ultimately betrayed the oath on that contract of freedom..."

The sacred declaration of the nation's founding burned to ashes, the specks of black ash like the last dying firefly before winter's arrival, slowly falling into the old man's palm.

"The retribution for the apocalypse is unavoidable..."

The old man sighed softly, letting out a faint breath filled with longing and resentment, then closed his weary eyes and fell silent forever.

"You're finished... The world will eventually belong to the master... No, it will belong to me!" Witnessing victory in his grasp, Alex, who had struggled to break free from the encirclement, laughed maniacally, his words becoming increasingly incoherent.

But he immediately lost his voice.

A crimson expanse, with irresistible force, quickly filled the entire field of vision.

In the instant the dragon's long, rainbow-like tongue swept into its mouth, feeling his body and soul being swallowed and sucked away inch by inch, the ill-fated vampire king seemed to awaken from a dream, and the information that had been deliberately erased surged back into his mind.

"So that's how it is... I was long ago a lowly puppet of this ancient serpent of Eden..." He smiled bitterly as he regained his will before dying, his sigh gradually becoming barely audible before fading away.

"I feel truly honored to be treated the same as Adam and Eve, who were tempted..."

The glimmer of hope that had just appeared vanished in an instant, and the last obstacle had disappeared. The situation deteriorated rapidly, sliding straight into the abyss.

Even the most resolute hearts were at a loss. No one bothered to investigate why the enemy was fighting amongst themselves; everyone exerted all their strength, unleashing the greatest power they could muster, in order to die with dignity.

However, the Lord of All Demons, floating in the sky, did not rush to make a move. Instead, he looked around with great interest, as if he wanted to play with the cat and the mouse.

In the deathly silence that was almost maddening, Zhu Mingyao's mind was in chaos, and he felt a strange, inexplicable feeling.

Suddenly, as if possessed, he raised his head sharply, and the golden light of his forehead shone brightly. He caught a strange change, and the confusion in his heart vanished instantly.

"No! Everyone, don't be fooled..."

The terrifying pressure struck down, and the crystal-clear blood, imbued with the true energy of the Xuanmen, sprayed into the air like the finest crimson crystal.

The protective palace crumbled into clusters of colorful light. Despite suffering such a severe blow and falling miserably from the sky, Zhu Mingyao roared with ecstatic joy:

"...He hasn't fully fused with the remains of Titan Typhon yet, so he can't attack continuously!"

Under the golden light of the all-seeing eye, on the perfect body where divinity and demonic nature are fused into one, at a microscopic level too small to be detected, two supreme forces are locked in a life-or-death struggle.

—No matter how the dark red hellfire stirred up towering waves, it could not erase the endless monsters that evolved from the gray and yellow torrent on the other side.

You are the ruler of hell in Christianity, and I am the Titan of Olympia! Are you so easily devoured and transformed?

A sudden flash of insight made everyone realize that if He could use AOE attacks, why would He need to use basic attacks? He was clearly just pretending to be profound!

Unexpectedly, upon realizing that his true nature had been exposed, the giant head merely shook his head slightly and responded with a mysterious smile.