Chapter 150: Reunite Under the Rain of Guns, My Corrupted Brother

"... The final passage has been opened!!"

"But the giants—"

"There's no time to worry about that! They told us to get in quickly too! Hurry!"

The Orc who was shouting was point-blank killed by the Antarctic Giant Tower's outer automatic defense system in the next second; its head instantly exploded into powder, and it swayed before falling to the ground.

The sergeant who had just been speaking froze for a moment, then issued the order to attack to the soldiers behind him without hesitation. Hundreds, even thousands of soldiers ran and charged into the interior of the massive gate that had already slid open to both sides. They no longer knew how many levels they had charged through, but without a doubt, they had not yet reached the interior of the Antarctic Giant Tower.

Death.

Death was everywhere.

Corpses named death were burning on the Antarctic Continent, to the point that it made one's very sense of life and death blur.

People hurried toward the interior of the Giant Tower, clearing out the Star-Bearer armies emerging from within level by level, along with their automatic fire control systems.

Fortunately, however, a civil war seemed to have broken out among the Star-Bearers; many key passes were filled with the battlefields of Star-Bearers who had fought to mutual destruction or were remnants of their factions. These places did not block the Salvation Army's progress for long; although they suffered heavy casualties, they still managed to charge to the vicinity of the Antarctic Giant Tower.

Once they broke through the Antarctic Ritual Mountain Range that served as an obstacle, they would see that Giant Tower, towering into the clouds, at the core of the Antarctic. The mages and warlocks of the Salvation Army built dozens of defensive positions and camps around the periphery of the Antarctic Giant Tower in the shortest possible time to block the Star-Bearers' counterattacks and the constant bombardment from the automatic defense facilities still operating on the outer rim of the Antarctic Giant Tower.

In a sense, the Salvation Army had succeeded. As a ritual landmark, the Antarctic Giant Tower did not have massive gates like the Transverse Mountain Range and the Antarctic Mountain Range, but within the outer layers of the Antarctic Giant Tower, there were nearly countless automatic fire points that, accompanying the operation of the ritual, were constantly bombarding and attacking the Salvation Army's troops. These automatic fire points resisted very stubbornly, and this was only the outer layer of defense.

After a day and a night of emergency discussion and processing, the Salvation Army finally divided hundreds of attack channels from over a dozen camps, breaking through this final thirty-kilometer plain by using the clumsiest method of resisting attacks while inching forward.

However, once they reached the interior of the Antarctic Giant Tower, they realized a problem that was not quite a problem.

The Antarctic Giant Tower, height: twenty thousand meters.

The foundation covers an area of sixty-four thousand square kilometers.

The interior is filled with various automated Psychic defense Matrices, as well as the Star-Bearers' Soul-less Legion conducting a final, stubborn resistance. Every level is paved with anti-Magic metal and automated troops.

Even when they first entered the interior of the Giant Tower, what people saw was not some vast hall space, but countless large Energy Pillars towering into the clouds. Inside these pillars, which were wrapped in anti-Magic metal and ritual Runes, were Charm Runes strengthened to the limit; wanting to attack them was equivalent to delivering the most elite infantry on the front line to Li Ang for free, giving him the ability to stall for time.

Having fought to this extent, it was naturally impossible to continue stalling for time. People could not possibly accept such a thing either. So they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to attack toward the interior of the Antarctic Giant Tower, braving the fire nodes from all directions.

They had to analyze the meanings represented by the various Runes and then choose which maintenance nodes and facilities to fight up level by level; otherwise, the various rituals and Runes inside would cause the Salvation Army to suffer a heavy blow.

The Salvation Army no longer had any spare time; every person and resource was extremely precious.

And the disgusting part of the Antarctic Giant Tower was that it was not only the origin point of the Destruction Plan, but also the Core Terminal for the continent's brainwashing. If you wanted to force your way down, you had to accept the risk that once the Antarctic Giant Tower collapsed, all Salvation Army members across the entire Old Continent would be brainwashed.

In that case, the Arctic would be impossible to fight, and they could only wait for death. If the double-insurance Arctic failed to receive power from the Antarctic Giant Tower, that would be one thing, but once the energy vortex was sent to the Subspace Stance of the Arctic via detonation, it would instantly complete the charging for the Twelfth Impact, basically destroying the current global foundation of the Salvation Army. Faced with this dilemma, only the clumsy choice of hard-charging upward remained.

Fortunately, Li Ang and the Star-Bearers still hoped to use the most standard energy supply method to provide energy for the impacts at the North and South Poles. They did not like to gamble all their plans on probability, and this was also the final time for the Star-Bearers.

However, on the fifth day of the Giant Tower siege, people still fell into despair.

No matter how they persisted, and even though there were traces of slaughter and explosions inside the Giant Tower, they still had no way to charge up. There were still five thousand meters to go to the very top level of the Giant Tower.

Although the further they went, the more sloppy and chaotic the Star-Bearers' front lines became, it was impossible to break through all the Star-Bearers' defenses in one day, charge five thousand meters, defeat the God of Destruction at the top level of the Antarctic Giant Tower, and then seal off the power supply of the entire Antarctic Giant Tower.

"There's not enough time!"

In the camp outside the city, looking at the images streaming from the countless Psychic Sentries playing inside the Antarctic Giant Tower, the commander smashed a fist onto the table in hatred, muttering in a low voice, full of unwillingness:

"There is no more time, no matter what, it's not enough. The assault troops on the fifteen-thousand-meter floor now have seven thousand three hundred people left; even if all the remaining areas are blank, it will take them twenty-six hours to confirm whether the pipelines and walking routes are correct... We don't have enough time."

No matter what, they were still short on time.

Looking at the countless marching routes projected by Magic on the table, all the commanders had sunken eye sockets and faces full of fatigue, numbly and continuously planning and deploying the best attack routes.

It was not just the armies fighting on the front lines; the commanders in the rear had also basically reached the final juncture. They racked their brains, constantly searching for the correct direction from the Star-Bearers' Matrix interference, the Elves' inside information, and a series of messages from players, breaking through to fifteen thousand meters in six days with the force of a bamboo being split.

This was already a great achievement worth recording in history, but for the current Salvation Army, it was still not enough.

In the biting Antarctic wind and snow, countless corpses and flames fell from the sky like raindrops. No one knew how many tens of thousands of people's blood flowed continuously from the very bottom of the entire Antarctic Giant Tower, submerging the entire basin into a sea of blood.

Even when the final moment arrived, everyone had gone mad, sending their last supplies and ammunition into the interior of the Giant Tower to keep their offensive going, while they themselves simply starved to death in the barracks.

But even so, it was still not enough; everyone had already risked their lives, and it was still not enough.

... Is it just going to end like this?

Looking at that magnificent, terrifying Giant Tower that was constantly splashing blood and fire in all directions, a trace of despair flashed in everyone's hearts. And in the next instant, four wills overcame that despair and stood out.

"... No, there is still final time."

The four incarnations of the Chaos Gods slowly stood up in the command center, looking at the leaders around them, revealing an expression as if they had finally made a decision. "From the perspective of the Subspace, although the ritual is nearing completion, if we calculate and organize based on our power and the power of the entire world, we still have a tiny bit of time left. Although it is not as much as at the beginning, we can still carry out one final intervention."

"Really?!"

However, just as everyone revealed expressions of wild joy, golden ribbons began to spread through the camp. A young man who looked handsome and very gentle was smiling as he looked at the people in the camp.

"Yes, there is still final time. But surely your gods definitely can't do this, right? Although their power is strong, the Subspace has been absorbed by me to this extent now; what can the hesitant gods still do? Stop time for ten minutes? An hour? Five hours? But after that, the Twelfth Impact will instantly destroy all of you."

"Don't you still have gods? Wanting to oppose me without paying anything is thinking a bit too highly of yourselves, isn't it? Gods of Chaos. Come, use your desire to live to crush my concept of self-destruction. If you really want to survive, why don't you show your true identities?"

"Thinking of preserving your own concepts until the final moment, thinking that there will definitely be intelligent beings, or creatures, that will survive as your backup plan? Then I'll tell you here: not a single one will."

The golden man smiled and extended a finger, laughing as he conveyed his kind suggestion.

"Not even a mayfly will survive; everyone needs to enter reincarnation and evolve again. The idea you have that I would show mercy simply never existed from the very beginning."

"... Must we go to this step? Li Ang? You should be able to feel it; you have already achieved eternal life."

"You never gave me a choice, and now I won't give you one either. One thing at a time."

"..."

An awkward silence.

The command post just stared blankly at the dialogue between the gods, vaguely feeling that this conversation seemed to be carrying their fate. After a long while, the incarnation of the God of Change sighed.

"In a world without life, gods have no meaning. We are the mirror of reality, and if reality is completely annihilated, we cannot continue to exist either. The Subspace always has cravings; they might give birth to different gods and beliefs in the future, but that will no longer be us."

"We will lose all existence, meaning, self, and Soul to ensure that the final destruction does not happen. He is a god of self-destruction, forever running on the path of collapse and self-destruction. Although I don't know why he has a living body and his own thoughts, his essence will never change; he is destruction, ultimate destruction. He will drag the entire world into eternal silence."

"So... rather than being sent into complete annihilation by him, we might as well fight it out right now!"

Looking at Li Ang, whose smile was becoming increasingly obvious, the phantom of a Throne appeared behind the Chaos Gods; countless prayers and wishes were turning into black and white ripples, spreading in all directions, slowing down and delaying the speed of all things in the world.

Or rather, accelerating the speed of certain creatures to infinity.

"Intelligent beings! Protect your Souls! If you are good, we will be good; if you are evil, we will be evil!"

"This is the final time stop!"

"Hahahaha! Good!"

Watching the black and white colors covering everything, Li Ang looked at himself, fixed in place, and laughed loudly as he said:

"This is good! Truly worthy of being four tough men! These are the Chaos Gods that represent sentient beings! Release all your energy! Offer up all your lives! Only in this way can we obtain enough power to face this locked world! Begin your performance! Hand everything you have over to me!"

"Let us meet again after millions of years, my brothers, who are wailing miserably and rotting."

"..."

Once again, time stood still.

However, the world was incomparably noisy and bustling.

Without needing anyone's command, in the gray and white world, people remained silent, working together with one heart, and strode vigorously toward the top level of the Antarctic Giant Tower.

And in the command room, the four gods, who had already turned into sculptures and the Throne and were constantly disintegrating, were watching the final struggle of these sentient beings, feeling a slight sense of peace in their hearts. But in the next instant, if they could move, they would surely be shocked and jump out instantly.

"... Truly passionate sentient beings, don't you think so?"

"?!"

Li Ang? Why?!

Why is Li Ang here?!

Watching the man who had walked from the gaze of everyone into the midst of the Chaos Gods, reaching out his palm and smilingly watching the disintegrating tide of Chaos, the gods' eyes were filled with disbelief.

It shouldn't be; using the Subspace ritual to anchor, as the god of destruction, one would inevitably be at the very center of the ritual in such a place of destruction. That is not some joke or fixed procedure, but the anchoring of the world; since you want to shoulder the responsibility to Destroy the World, you would inevitably be at the origin point under the heavy pressure of the Subspace.

This is the same as the concept of the Chaos Gods, it is inscribed in the rules. The most powerful god will perform a ritual on the day of destruction; this is the fundamental rule of the Subspace. There is not a single god that can escape the rules. In other words, even if time had not stopped, it would be impossible for Li Ang to walk out of his dome, the place he chose for the decisive battle. But now, by what right did Li Ang walk in front of them with his true body? It can be felt, it can be sensed, that man with eyes full of spirals of destruction and a smiling face is absolutely Li Ang's physical body in the real world. But why such a scene would appear left all the gods in a state of mental chaos.

"Look, the way sentient beings are united as one, how it makes one feel admiration."

Why are you not happy about such an important scene?

Standing behind the four Thrones, Li Ang stood with his hands behind his back, watching the endless army file in from all directions and begin to destroy his Giant Tower layer by layer in the accelerating space-time, a half-smile appearing on his face.

(End of chapter)