I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

It had not seen such a devastating scene in this empire for a long time.

It seems that this empire will become even more lively before long.

The person on the wall made the first move, and this time it didn't hold back.

A thick gray fog poured down from the direction of the skull at the top of the tower, several times denser than before, spreading outwards in all directions from the Tower of Learning.

As the thick fog rolled in, a desolate landscape emerged from within it, stretching from the barren yellow ground to the horizon, so vast that the end could not be seen.

The moment the massive wave of flesh and blood crashed into the phantom of the wasteland, it vanished into thin air, as if the dark red flesh and blood had been transported elsewhere.

The guardian followed up with his attack, and his body underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

Her lower body was completely replaced by jet-black silk threads. Apart from her wrinkled face, jet-black eyeballs kept emerging from her entire body, crowding together in large and small sizes, densely covering her chest and arms.

Then, a huge, pitch-black eyeball appeared above the Tower of Learning, several times larger than the previous ones at the four corners. It was completely black, with its eyelids tightly closed, and hung directly above the Tower of Learning.

The next moment, as his eyelids suddenly opened, a dark gaze shot down from the sky, landing on the churning flesh and blood.

Wherever the gaze swept over, the surface of the flesh immediately exploded, and large, dark eyeballs grew wildly from the flesh.

The pitch-black rays swept across the torrent of flesh and blood, and with each strike, large swathes of flesh and blood were assimilated and torn apart from the inside by the pitch-black eyeballs.

The colossal wave of flesh and blood collided with the gaze descending from the sky. Gray mist and the phantom of the wasteland intertwined in the background, and a jet-black beam of light pierced through the dark red wave of flesh.

The skies above the entire inner city were turned upside down by these two forces.

But that enormous eyeball only lasted for a few breaths.

The dark eyeballs that grew from the flesh existed for only a moment before being covered by the fresh flesh that surged in from behind.

The guardian's power could only provide a shallow barrier against the torrent of flesh and blood. Before the pollution he caused could spread, it was filled and covered by new flesh and blood.

The four city walls continued to produce more flesh and blood, seemingly without end.

How can human beings possibly resist these seemingly endless taboos?

Those on the other side are in even worse shape.

The area that the wasteland phantom could devour was far too limited. The flesh and blood surging into the phantom was only a small portion flowing out from the four walls of flesh. Even with all its might, it couldn't stop the flesh and blood flowing out from just one wall.

"Damn it." The guardian gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words. The dark aura began to become chaotic, fluctuating wildly. Several of the dense eyeballs on his body dimmed, and the giant eyeball in the sky was also darkening at a visible speed.

When forbidden forces collide, it's not just about consumption; it also involves contamination, eroding both sides in the process.

But how could the power of the guardians possibly erode such a massive amount of flesh and blood?

The gray mist of the person on the wall was squeezed back from all directions by the torrent of flesh and blood. The wasteland phantom was shrinking at a visible speed, and its power was compressed to a range of less than a hundred paces around the Tower of Learning.

It could only barely hold on within this small area, but even holding on was meaningless, because the flesh and blood were still churning and converging towards the Tower of Learning.

The guardian's enormous eyeball dimmed, its light and shadow swaying precariously, barely hanging in mid-air without dissipating.

The wasteland of the man on the wall is also shrinking rapidly.

Even with their combined might, the two extremely powerful beings could only hold off one and a half sections of the flesh wall, while more flesh walls continued to bleed and shed blood.

The eyes of the person suspended in mid-air on the wall suddenly contracted.

The guardian seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned its head, following its gaze to look out the window.

The top of the wall of flesh and blood was rising at a visible speed, and then a huge outline broke free from the dark red flesh and blood and rose into the sky.

It was a huge crown.

The guardian did not recognize it, but felt an extremely oppressive aura emanating from it.

In contrast, the person on the wall froze when he saw the crown fly out from the wall of flesh.

Because it recognized that thing was sealed inside a copper wall, right? Logically, it should be entirely gold and inlaid with glass gems.

But the crown that flew out now was completely unrecognizable. The golden crown was completely covered by dark red flesh and blood, and the seven sharp corners were covered with wriggling flesh threads. The entire crown had become a deformed product of flesh and blood and metal.

As for the seven glass gems, they have now all turned into eyes. Six of them have been swallowed by flesh and blood and completely pierced by pollution. Only the one in the center has not been polluted and faintly shines with a glass-like luster, which stands out conspicuously in the crown of flesh and blood.

The crown rose to the height of the Tower of Learning and hovered there.

The six mutated eyes opened simultaneously, and six distinct auras surged forth, enveloped in black and gold light, heading straight for the top of the Tower of Learning.

The visitor in the mist in the corner of the Tower of Learning swayed and then turned into a wisp of mist, drifting out through the cracks in the tower wall, leaving with utter decisiveness.

The moment the six auras descended, only a wisp of lingering white mist remained in that corner.

The guardians had no time to pay attention to it; the six auras had already pressed down on their heads.

His enormous eyeball, suspended in the sky, was the first to be hit. The moment the six auras collided with it, a visible collapse appeared on the surface of the eyeball, and a large section of the entire eyeball caved inward, with cracks spreading outward from the collapse.

The guardian let out a muffled groan, a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. That enormous eyeball was the most crucial element in his pathway; the moment it was struck, the backlash directly struck his body.

The crown's attack did not stop; the remaining force pressed down directly on the Tower of Learning.

The person on the wall finally moved at this moment.

The gray mist surged out of its head again, enveloping the guardian's huge, cracking eyeball and forcibly pulling it out of the attack's trajectory.

It blocked the attack, but at the cost of being badly injured itself. The outline of its gray head became much more blurred than before, and as the mist dissipated, it could barely revert to its original form.

In the sky, the Guardian's enormous eyeball flickered a few times, and cracks finally spread uncontrollably across the entire surface of the sphere.

The last glimmer of light flashed, then it went completely dark, shattering into countless black fragments that fell from the sky.

Having lost that eyeball, the guardian's aura suddenly plummeted.

He stumbled and leaned back in the chair, his white hair scattered on the side of his face, his complexion extremely ashen, and the dense, dark pupils on his body had dimmed considerably, with only the area around his waist still twitching slightly.

The inner city is completely out of control.

Flesh and blood broke free from all restraints and surged toward the Tower of Learning from all directions.

The gray mist surrounding the person on the wall still barely blocked the tower, but it was weakening and this defensive line wouldn't last long.

The guardian sat on the stone chair, feeling the power within his body gradually fading.

He kept his head down, his white hair covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

He sighed softly, then finally spoke, his voice low but clear. He spoke to the eyeball in his hand, "Arthur, begin."

After saying this, the guardian's body began to mutate at a visible speed.

He was struggling to maintain his human body, and he was exhausted.

Since the Bronze City was completely mutated by flesh and blood, he had actually lost the foundation of a fifth-tier guardian.

His foundation is not merely the Tower of Learning, nor the pathways within his body, but this bronze city.

The Bronze City was both a cage that bound him and the core anchor of his power.

Now that the anchor point has broken, he knows he can no longer hold on, and nothing can save him.

Without the constraints of the Bronze City, his path is shrinking at a visible rate.

What else could he do? He hung his head, and his flesh began to twist and contort, slowly changing into the shape of an eye.

Meanwhile, in the basement near the main tower of the Tower of Learning, the black eyeball that Arthur was holding suddenly shattered.

That was the communication device the guardian had given him earlier. Once it shattered, it meant that the person on it could no longer hold them off, and that Bronze City had completely fallen.

Arthur stared at the black dust in his palm, his expression unusually calm.

He looked up at Hilde beside him. "The Guardian has failed; it's our turn."

Hilde stood before him, her expression complex.

She was wearing the uniform of an Imperial Inspector, with stains still clinging to her cuffs from her previous inspection of inscriptions.

"You will die." Her voice was soft, but without much hesitation; it was the final confirmation from someone who knew the consequences.

Arthur did not answer her immediately, but turned and walked toward the bronze control panel deep in the basement.

The control console was cast from a single piece of bronze, its surface covered with dense inscriptions, connected to a complex magic circle on the ground.

This set of things represents all his hard work in Bronze City over a long period of time. It was finally completed in the last month or two and is also the last piece of work he left behind when he proposed the Sea of ​​Knowledge Fishing Plan.

He walked to the control panel and stood there.

"I was already dead when I proposed this plan." His voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Making deals with taboos always leads to self-destruction; who wouldn't understand such a simple truth?"

His voice lowered even further.

"But my home is still in the Dead City. The Empire's defenses have collapsed, and the moment the monsters surged towards the Dead City, its countdown to death began. I can't just watch it disappear."

He turned to Hilde. "Proceed according to plan. Make sure you keep the booklet I gave you safe."