Chapter 143: Tenth Impact, Planetary Disaster

Since the concept of historical observation began on this planet, this is the second time in history they have witnessed such a terrifying natural disaster. The first was when that horrific object in the Starry Sky hurled its Light Spear downward, churning and ravaging the earth into the series of impact craters seen today.

The almost eternal white light spread along the Planetary Shield to every corner of the planet; regardless of day or night, regardless of location, the perfectly smooth and uniform Planetary Shield transmitted that destructive fire equally to every corner of the world. People could even trace the direction the light dissipated to lock onto the massive landmass where Li Ang had unleashed the attack.

Can you imagine it? In the dead of night, the sky instantly became as bright as White Day, and endless fire spread across the entire firmament along the trajectory of the stars and moon; the voice announcing the end of the world rang out in the hearts of all living things.

Destruction is coming; this world has completely entered its countdown.

It should be said that the disasters and hardships in various places were much the same; people did not immediately fall into anarchist frenzy, nor did many go about attacking others in the name of the apocalypse. Because the concept conveyed by that voice actually contained a certain true meaning that gave everyone hope.

If you truly want to die, if you truly want to vent your fear and despair, then come to the Old World and fight him to the death. For the world you love, for everything you possess, fight to the end.

For a moment, everyone couldn't even tell if this was a villain or a hero, but one thing was certain.

That is, the Tenth Impact, the current Blazing Daylight Event, has brought unprecedented damage and shock.

The myths that appeared in people's worst nightmares have now descended into reality.

Inside the Subspace emergency war room, tens of thousands of leaders, chairmen, and organizers from various major organizations felt the mountain-toppling, sea-draining roar coming from the Sea of Souls in the Subspace; the expressions on their faces were not particularly pleasant.

Every one of them understood very clearly what this meant. Subspace is a mirror of reality; everything that happens in reality creates ripples in Subspace and feeds back into it. This includes, but is not limited to, the shifts in their thinking, the collapse of their faith, and even the various distortions and bizarre transformations coming from the physical universe.

Everything was too sudden, and everything left people feeling so caught off guard.

One moment they were still discussing what had happened to the vanguard, and the next, following the Phoenix King's warning, the two-hour-long Blazing Daylight Event and the subsequent terrifying incidents caused the order of the entire world to disintegrate in the blink of an eye. Whether they were sages or tyrants, they were all so pale in the face of that absolute destruction.

Because the sky had fallen. The immense power and tension brought by that massive Planetary Shield, that brilliant pillar of light, even pushed the entire Planetary Shield up, surging to a height of hundreds of thousands of meters into the peak of the firmament.

It looked just like a plastic bag containing a ball, presenting a conical shape. Naturally, there was a vast space at the tip of the cone, but what about the contact point? "... Truly interesting; I have never believed in the existence of gods."

One leader said as much.

The ripples and storms of the Subspace relatively subsided; feeling that omnipresent desire for destruction and the intense obsession to kill and destroy a certain person, even this sealed war room began to glow with golden light.

The primordial destruction, the purest hatred and slaughter, was coalescing into form within the Subspace. A freak among all emotions and thoughts, a late-born product of the Subspace, was slowly descending and being born in this distorted world in a way no one wanted to see, leaping, breathing, and twitching the soul of the world.

Even a barbarian who knew no Magic could feel it with their senses.

This world is withering; the tide of Magic is receding.

"There is no need to be too pessimistic, friends. At least we have proven that there are true gods in this world."

Facing this environment filled with dead silence and hearts brimming with various pessimistic emotions and feelings of despair, a man dressed in a frivolous and loose manner blew on his fingertips and grinned at the crowd around him.

"Our world originally had five gods. Four of them hate us to death and toy with us for fun, while the other one hopes to destroy the world and start over. I don't even know which side I should stand on to be considered orthodox. Or should I take my people now and fight that god to the death?"

"... According to calculations, this is meaningless. With our strength, it is impossible to break the lines of the Star-Bearer."

A brain labeled with a number floated in a glass tank; the bizarre-looking artificial life form emitted a monotonous, dull voice, calmly narrating a certain objective fact about Li Ang.

"Even with the Phoenix King's strategy, we can contain their coordinated combat offensive. And their orbital troops will lose their effectiveness due to the changes in the Planetary Shield. But even so, our technology and power are a generation behind theirs. They occupy more than three World Trees and possess the Ancient Ones' experimental bases and the Ancient Ones' portals; our gap in mobility is too great."

"Even if we gather all our teleportation arrays and related forces, we have no way to assemble a force to expedition to the Old World in a short time. It is located in a remote area, and there is nothing there but a group of barbarians. None of us realized why such a terrifying phenomenon would appear there."

"Unless we can build a way to traverse the entire planet in a short time, any resistance against that monster is futile. We have no way to contend with his defenses."

The cold mechanical voice conveyed a grim and desperate emotion; everyone understood clearly what these words and actions meant.

They did intend to unite, but what good would that do? The distance was simply too far.

Objectively speaking, even if the whole world exerted itself now and projected all its power to the vicinity of the Old World, they could at most assemble a million-strong, disorganized, and completely un-elite army. And then what? Send them to Li Ang as fodder?

Teleportation inherently brings huge damage and a strong sense of dislocation, and the loss of supplies caused by teleportation is not a one-time occurrence. Looking at the attrition and distance, they really have no way to project too much power.

Even if they could, could they defeat those passes? Even with the assistance of the Phoenix King, what of it?

That is a true natural chasm, a towering Wonder brought about by unimaginable power from the Starry Sky.

"... But so what?"

Following the mechanical voice, a woman's voice, gritted through teeth and filled with hatred, came from the corner. "Seventy-three cities were completely destroyed in the Sky-Tilting Disaster, and more than forty thousand villages and tribes have lost contact. This is the price paid for hoping to fight the demon... the price he says is acceptable!"

"When the Planetary Shield was pulled down instantly, did he consider the life and death of those people! Did that monster consider the feelings of living beings! He did not! Mountains were leveled, the ground was torn apart, just like an apple being squeezed inside a paper bag. The entire contact surface was a piece of purely smooth, flat ground!"

Seeming to recall some horrific imagery, the woman couldn't help but retch.

Everyone realized from their senses the moment the Planetary Shield pressed down violently.

Mountains were leveled, Humans were crushed alive. Countless materials were rubbed into a smooth plane, even squeezed abnormally tight, giving one a grotesque and eerie illusion.

It was as if that flesh and blood, those shattered materials, were meant to be a smooth, round surface. The impact from the other end of the world caused them to be silently pressed into berry pulp; who knows what kind of disaster could be caused behind that shattered Starry Sky shield? This kind of terrible conduct undoubtedly cannot continue.

Even if it is meaningless, one must resist. Because only resistance can allow them to live longer.

"We have no choice. If we continue, if we continue to let that crazy monster act recklessly, he will eventually destroy everything of ours. Our civilization, our rationality, our future, everything will be destroyed by him. Even if we have no help now, we can only fight alone, everyone, we must—"

"Who said you were fighting alone?"

Layers of twilight mist gradually spread throughout the meeting room, and several humanoid figures walked out from within, looking at everything around them with a subtle smile.

Just by looking at these life forms whose features and attire were indistinguishable, people could feel the aura brought by these lofty supernatural products. They instinctively understood that the four true gods of this world had appeared among them once again, intending to point out a clear path for the life forms that had reached a dead end.

"You have never been fighting alone; you still have our existence."

The Chaos Gods looked at the many leaders whose expressions had instantly turned strange, not caring at all about their own identities or ways of speaking, and gave their generous answer without reservation.

"Time stop, high morale, infinite martial arts, and an immortal body. These are the promises and gifts we give. Now the Subspace is being consumed rapidly; we must assemble an army before that monster does and pull out all his towers in the Arctic and Antarctica."

"To be precise, the Arctic probably cannot be done anymore. That place has already become Li Ang's Ground Kingdom of God, and infinite desire for destruction is spreading within it; anyone who enters will likely be unable to maintain their self. What we must do is go to Antarctica, to fight the mechanism he uses to cleanse the whole world. Once the Antarctic Tower falls, his extraction of the Subspace Sea of Souls will also stagnate; at that time, we can calmly mobilize all troops to kill this madman at his Landing Site."

"You can accept our blessings and walk on the earth following our help. Do not worry about your supplies and the accuracy of teleportation; I can guarantee that you will never have any problems."

The pale blue avatar spoke thus, seemingly stating a beautiful picture of the future.

The Chaos Gods stated their intentions and plans; just as it sounded literally, the Chaos Gods did not intend to do anything underhanded, and now was not the time to stir up trouble. They truly hoped that this world could unite, or at least unite on the surface, to finish off that madman Li Ang.

Draining the energy of the Subspace is equivalent to uprooting the source of the entire Subspace gods; wanting to make the whole world submit means having to finish off these masters of the subconscious. This is something the Chaos Gods cannot accept.

They will never submit, nor will they ever have any so-called mutual understanding with Li Ang.

The Great Game must continue, that is true, but the prerequisite is to survive, isn't it?

The Chaos Gods handed blessings one by one to the leaders before them, hoping they could each perform their duties and better suppress the Star-Bearer.

But plans never change as fast as reality.

"Even if you are injured, it doesn't matter, I will—"

Just as that chubby figure seemed to be smiling and about to say something, everyone suddenly felt a chill throughout their bodies. It was as if they were naked in a frozen world in winter; a cruel coldness appeared among everyone.

A thin golden thread began to spread across the surrounding walls, casting a brilliant golden radiance into this sealed conference room. Then, a pair of mad eyes filled with spirals leaned in from that narrow fissure, looking at the people in the room.

Then, at some unknown moment, a figure wearing a white robe, with a slender build and eyes filled with spirals, appeared in the center of the room. He touched his chin as if curious, and smiled in a friendly manner at the dumbfounded leaders around him. In that instant, everything around seemed to be imbued with some sort of mad meaning, causing every leader to stare fixedly at the white-robed youth, not daring to speak further.

"... Hmm, I see, so this is where you hold your meetings. I actually spent quite a long time looking; you hid yourselves too well. It was very difficult for me to find this place."

A language that everyone could understand emerged within the room; standing among the four avatars, Li Ang smiled and clapped his hands.

"But fortunately, ever since the tides of the Subspace receded, I have been able to find quite a few loopholes and gaps, and I can easily see through your fear and unease. As long as something exists, one can always find some traces under the scouring of this Subspace. It is useless for you to hide; I find things very quickly."

"But compared to those matters, I am more concerned about your results. Can you tell me your thoughts and decisions now? So that I may proceed with my next step of decision-making."

Looking at these leaders who should have been able to leave their names in history, Li Ang sat in the light and said with a smile.

(There is another update at twelve o'clock, fifteen thousand words in total today, recovering my state.) (End of this chapter)