0p0 Chapter 144 The Final Chapter (4)
Chapter 144 The Final Chapter (4)
Q: How long would it take to destroy the world? How many people would be needed?
Yan Xi gave a maximum time limit of one hour, with a maximum of nine people.
After the clock struck eleven, Yan Jue and the others entered the human world together, landing directly below the Seven-Day Ice Blood Storm Array.
Shi Xi withdrew the time magic from the Ice Blood Storm, and a heavy snowfall instantly began. Through the snow curtain, Shi Xi glanced at the others, suppressed his unease, turned and returned to the Fairy Realm, where he, like Hua Ling, secluded himself inside.
What followed was a solo performance by each contestant.
Du Xifei found a city and started spreading poison. With a wave of her hand, a whole area would die. Her efficiency was ridiculously high, but the journey to the next city was a bit long.
The Water Prince went to the coastal city, causing a tsunami and a water dragon to wreak havoc.
The Ice Princess thrives in the extreme cold, where snow seals off her house and ice spikes pierce through.
Mandora, following the principle of proximity, summoned a legion of monsters to wreak havoc in the city.
Pang Zun's control of electricity destroyed the power supply system, plunging the city into darkness. This gave Bai Guangying an idea; she stood in mid-air and absorbed all the light in the world.
Seeing electrical appliances on fire, Huo Liaoye had a sudden inspiration. He not only set fires in the city, but also went so far as to deliberately set fire to electrical appliances just to hear the chain of explosions.
Li Hui found a place far away from these guys and summoned a pitch-black monster of unknown origin. It was as tall as a mountain, with scarlet eyes and black holes on its head that sucked up anything it could.
Finally, only Yan Jue remained. He rode a nine-tailed fox that looked like a neon light, and kept waving a brush in his hand. One by one, abstract monsters came to life from his brush and joined in the destruction.
The earth trembled violently, water dragons roared, and flames soared into the sky, illuminating only a meter in radius. Dark clouds rolled across the sky, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, bringing with it a flurry of snowflakes. Purple poisonous mist spread with the wind, and unknown monsters ravaged the city. For a time, screams filled the air, but no rivers of blood flowed; in fact, most people had stopped breathing in their sleep.
In the fairyland, this unexpected turn of events amazed Wenxi and Jiaye. The side dishes and wine on the table disappeared at a visible speed. Yanxi responded to them with amusement, and then took out new side dishes and wine jars from her space.
“I only knew they were good at protecting the world before, but I never imagined they could destroy it so badly…” Jia Ye thought for a long time but couldn’t come up with an adjective. When Wen Qian looked over, she blurted out three words, “So fierce.”
Wenxi raised an eyebrow and patted his head like a puppy, "Go back and study more."
This one-sided massacre was seen by humans as nature's punishment, because they could not see certain things, and the perpetrators were indeed elements of nature.
In less than half an hour, the surface of the small world was already covered with cracks, and everyone outside the world could sense the storm that was secretly gathering inside.
"Do it!"
The people in black robes threw off their tattered robes, and the thirty-odd people lined up in a pyramid shape, each placing their palms on the shoulders of the person in front of them and channeling their energy into each other.
The person at the top of the tower placed his hands on the broken and cracked outer shell of the small world. Black mist condensed in his palms. He stretched out his arms and pushed hard. The pink heart-shaped planet trembled under the immense pressure from inside and outside, finally leaving its fixed orbit and beginning to move forward.
Mo Ran hid in the mist, glanced irritably at their extremely slow progress, then looked down at his watch, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.
At their current pace, they probably won't have gone two miles in an hour.
Why don't we lend them a hand?
After watching the snail jogging for another two minutes, Mo Ran muttered a disgusted curse under his breath, calling it trash. He raised his right hand, and a blood-red mist quietly enveloped the small world, as if wheels had been installed on a shelf piled high with goods. The planet's movement instantly became silky smooth, and its speed was many times faster than before.
The group of men in black looked around in confusion, but couldn't figure out what was going on. They assumed that a powerful figure above them had intervened and was helping them out, so they thanked him repeatedly and continued on their way in silence.
Mo Ran's lips twitched, and she parted her red lips slightly, muttering "idiot" to herself.
On the other side, a group of people stood silently before a void.
This is the boundless void of the entire Three Thousand Worlds; anyone who steps into this place will surely die.
In the void stood a massive, black, carved door, with two stone-carved beast heads hanging on it. There was no door knocker or handle, but a rather simple wooden sign that said "No Entry" hung in the center.
A person shrouded in a black robe stood in front of the door, his smooth, flat face hidden in the darkness, his eyes swirling with emotion.
Rejep and the system stood on the outskirts of the crowd, secretly exchanging glances with a few people, then lowered their heads to wipe the gleaming daggers in their hands.
"Moved."
Suddenly, a person standing on the periphery spoke in a low voice, the hoarse voice cutting through the crowd and drawing Achille's attention.
He turned his head, and everyone bowed in unison, saying, "Master."
Archie's gaze fell on the small pink dot in the distance, which was gradually growing larger. He casually waved his hand and asked, "How much longer?"
"Lord, twenty minutes."
"Hmm." Archie nodded. "Anything unusual?"
The man bowed respectfully, his face hidden under his hood. "Master, there is nothing unusual. Everything is proceeding according to plan."
“Okay, disperse.” Archie turned his head again, putting his hands behind his back. “After the small world explodes, get rid of all those people.”
"Yes." The man bowed his head and replied, then turned and waved to the crowd, who instantly dispersed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Achille relaxed for a second, then quickly tensed up again, standing still and closing his eyes to rest.
In the darkness, in the newly opened small space, a pair of eyes opened, and a flash of blood-red light appeared in the vertical pupils.
Inside the dark prison, a dozen or so people with different appearances stood in front of the door, enveloped by the eerie green light emitted by an oil lamp.
But the oil in the lamp was only about an inch deep.
"One person is missing," someone suddenly said.
People turned their heads, and someone said, "So-and-so didn't come."
"Does he not want to go out?" Waiting around was boring, and a dozen people were talking at once.
After much discussion, someone finally got fed up with their noise and launched a silent attack: "They have houses, food, protection, and can even make medicine. They're just like at home in this underworld. Who's like you guys, waiting to die outside every day?"
Everyone:......
You're talking as if you're not one of us.
Deep within the shadowy walls of an ancient castle, a large pot in the attic was bubbling away.
The dark green liquid resembled the skin of a toad, yet it emitted a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Amos stared at the liquid in the pot for a long time, then suddenly turned to look out the window.
Although it was still pitch black, a group of people suddenly appeared at the doorway.
He clutched a piece of paper in his thin hand, on which were written many people's longing for him, some plans, and finally, the person said that they had found a way to restore him.
"Heh..." He chuckled softly, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of complexity.
"They really knew how to lure me into a trap... They trusted me so much... A bunch of idiots... They made me concoct medicine... Aren't they afraid I'll betray them... Oh well, whether I recover or not, I'll go with her. At worst, she can support me for life..."
"What if you don't like me...?"
Amos paused for a moment, picked up a medicine bottle from the side, and smiled gently. "If she dares to look down on me, then...emm...tsk, just tie her up~"
......
Time passes slowly, second by second. Some people feel that each second is an eternity, while others feel that it passes in the blink of an eye.
For example, there are nine individuals showcasing their individual talents, and also a few entertainers who have become addicted to watching the show.
In fifty-five minutes, humanity was nearly wiped out, cities were reduced to ruins, and snowdrifts were already waist-high. Flames continued to burn fiercely in the snow.
That heart-shaped little world was already in grave danger; the cracks on its surface were so dense that it seemed as if the whole world could shatter at the slightest touch.
Mo Ran had already exhausted himself ten minutes ago, and stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly.
Achille smiled as he watched the small world magnify in his field of vision, and he didn't get angry even as the small world slowly moved ten miles away.
Anyway, an explosion within ten miles can blow open the door.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Don't be impatient, the grand finale is in the next chapter!