Chapter 1583

The Battle of the Twin Cities.

"That's the head of the Iron Tomb—could it be we have to fight a monster of that size?"

It was no longer a monster as tall as a mountain, but planetary in scale; Jinx even suspected that a single slap from the Iron Tomb could wipe out the nearby fleet like swatting a fly, and only when gazing up at it in person could one truly grasp the oppressive presence this great lord could exert.

The feud between Piltover and Zaun, the internal interest struggles within the council… none of it mattered anymore. The Iron Tomb directly suppressed all contradictions and disharmony, leaving the entire Piltover-Zaun with only one voice: how to survive?

Compared to the problem of survival, other issues were truly too trivial.

"The Erudition Venerate has also turned his gaze toward Wengfaluo Si—does that mean the so-called 'moment' has already arrived?" Jinx opened his palm, discovering his entire palm was drenched in sweat.

"Well, everyone's life and death now hinge on this battle. It's a pity that, even until now, no other envoy has been willing to lend a hand…" Viktor said regretfully.

"I think Miss Huang Quan should still be willing to help, only with her sense of direction… she's probably lost somewhere in the cosmos right now. If a kind soul could bring her here, I wouldn't be this nervous."

Huang Quan is the strongest envoy Jinx has seen besides the Lord of Annihilation; the oppressive presence of the Iron Tomb is so great that even if the Xianzhou generals came to help now, Jinx would still feel it's far from enough.

As one of the "Four Ends," "Emptiness" is probably the only one capable of suppressing the Iron Tomb.

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"The moment in the calculation is about to arrive. The outcome of this battle will become a new anchor point for the 'Erudition' calculation." Screw Gum said.

"Has His gaze not overloaded the scepter?" Dan Heng asked.

"Unfortunately, we must make a reasonable inference: the birth of the Iron Tomb has always been within the Star Gods' calculation."

"But, it doesn't matter… Wengfaluo Si's greatest lack is not miracles, but 'victory over fate,' right?" Xilian gazed at the stars, giving a faint smile.

"The role of variables is nothing more than this."

"Exactly—let the Star Gods also witness our strength!" San Yue Qi clenched fists and rubbed palms.

Seeing everyone full of fighting spirit, the Black Tower couldn't help but smile with relief: "Go ahead, everyone."

"In the name of the 'Emperor' of Screw Star, I wish you all: a victorious start."

"At this very moment, Ji Zi's voice also came through the communicator: 'Don't hesitate to imagine—Akevali and his companion once stood in similar mountain passes, not just once… the Galaxy may be far more fragile than people imagine, and fate sometimes hangs on a single small choice.'"

Black Swan: "But in the end, all past events become 'memory,' gathered into a collection of allegories narrating the starry sky. And this time, the protagonists even wish to write it themselves."

Ji Zi continued: "Explore, understand, establish, connect—actually there is a fifth term, though not written into the charter, it often accompanies the Unnamed Guest."

Dan Heng softly took over her words: "Salvation."

"These two words always come knocking on the door. The soft-hearted train chief has never refused them. So, as always, go save this wounded world, children. And this station…"

"The entire starry sky will be your traveling companion."

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Black Robe Riot Squad.

"Can we still be saved?"

—The sign with these words written on it stood by the roadside, the handwriting messy, the craftsmanship rough.

The man holding the sign was a Black man, his eyes staring straight at the sky. Hugh followed his gaze and glanced—besides the grayish clouds, only in the sky curtain was there a head like a black hole, silently gazing at New York.

There were many similar people—some knelt on the ground praying, others wept bitterly… of course, even more were smashing, looting, and burning; Hugh himself had just passed a small car burning fiercely.

"They've gone mad." Hugh said quietly, "The Iron Tomb is about to be born—why aren't they hiding?"

"Because in their eyes, judgment has already come." Mu Ru said while steering, one hand on the wheel.

"Judgment?"

"The judgment in the scriptures." Mu Ru explained, "They don't hide because they think hiding is useless. Anyway, their latest explanation is: the Iron Tomb is God's emissary, carrying out God's judgment on all things in the world. Judgment has come—you hide in a cave, the mountain collapses; you hide in the sea, the sea dries up. The Iron Tomb will judge you—no matter where you stand, it's the same."

"So… does this mean we can just give up our lives?" Hugh felt absurd for a moment, the crowd on the street growing denser, the whole of New York seeming to plunge into a frenzy as if the apocalypse were near.

"Who said they gave up?" Mu Ru said indifferently, "The scriptures clearly state: God is their refuge—just rely on God, and there's nothing to fear. Truly frightening are those who once slandered God, who do not rely on God."

Saying this, Mu Ru tugged at the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Really, don't look at how some of them seem afraid—many actually hope the Iron Tomb will judge everyone soon."

"Why? Antisocial personality?"

"No, because those people firmly believe they won't be judged, and after this utter destruction, these steadfast believers will ascend to the Divine Kingdom."

"Hah… Divine Kingdom." Hugh gave a bitter laugh, "After destruction, everything will vanish into nothing."

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"Also watch your step, Star." Xilian gazed ahead at the narrow passage—this place was barren and twisted, black data gathering bit by bit toward the black hole overhead—"The final page of the epic, let us walk it step by step, together with everyone?"

Star nodded, and the four advanced together, with the figures of the Golden Bloodline Members appearing one after another around them along the way.

Sai Feier stretched: "After all this winding around, I can finally stride forward!"

Xia Die: "At the end of time, life will light warm candles, overwhelming the calamity of destructive fire."

Wandi clenched fists and rubbed palms: "Discard everything behind, leave only a splendid, bloody death match!"

Na Ke Xia laughed loudly: "The final topic needs no rational solution—just go ahead and practice critique!"

Feng Jin: "The starry sky torn open by that rift is the last place needing our healing."

Ke Lü Dela coldly snorted: "What the ritual officials promised is ultimately such a narrow path. How pitiful."

Hai Se Yin: "No longer needing song, but using victorious shouts to sound the prelude for the days to come."

Tibao: "Carrying the hopes of thirty million generations, leap through the final passage—go write our own prophecy!"

Aglaea: "Gather all that was lost. Use it to weave victory, O Savior—toward the true end of pursuing fire."