Chapter 913: Twilight of the Gods

Attendant? Where is the Attendant? I need you!

Qin Shi Huang decided to go back and give the Attendant a raise; it turns out his usual work is this difficult.

"Not resolved yet?" Tang Luo asked after downing the tea in his cup.

"What?"

Qin Shi Huang instinctively asked a question, only then realizing that Tang Luo was saying the Holy Alliance had not yet been resolved.

As those deities died, the fiercely combat-ready Qin army, led by the Wang father-and-son and the Meng brothers, marched through the expressway, passed this anchor point world, and had already stormed into the Holy Alliance's headquarters, the World Tree.

With such losses, the Holy Alliance could never be a match for the Qin Empire.

But this isn't some strategy game where our forces are three times the local ones; I mobilized all our forces, I went in and attacked, and they typed GG.

It's not that simple.

The Holy Alliance can no longer resist the Qin Empire, right.

But according to Qin Shi Huang's estimate, with the two linked via the anchor point world, it would probably take about a year to basically eliminate the Holy Alliance's living resistance forces.

Then spend another year carrying out "plugging the gaps" work.

The final year is for consolidation; over three years, the Holy Alliance will be completely relegated to the past, and their World Tree will become Qin territory.

But hey, this Tang Xuanzang had just drunk a cup of tea and started asking if it was done.

This isn't going to the bathroom, bro!

"Not that fast." Qin Shi Huang calmed himself. Keep a calm mind, a calm mind—I am the emperor of all ages; even if Mount Tai collapses before me, I would not be startled. Stay composed.

Even after losing all the figurines, I got through it; what else could I not get over?

"Doesn't your Qin Empire have something like a star annihilation cannon? Something that can destroy a world with one shot?" Tang Luo asked strangely.

With the Qin Empire's capabilities, it should definitely have a weapon of that caliber.

"Of course we do, but is it necessary?" Qin Shi Huang said.

What he wants is not destruction, but occupation; the war with the Holy Alliance is a "clash of spirit," but it can also be a clash of interests.

When profit is clearly possible, yet insisting on destroying everything is not the correct choice.

One shot of the star annihilation cannon yields nothing, and the consumption is still huge.

"Yeah, I want to finish this task quickly; maybe the person will suddenly come back." Tang Luo said.

As a God-Demon Walker, after completing the task, one will return to the real world—this is an indisputable fact.

Then, after this task is completed, will Zhu Bajie and the others also return to the real world?

Frankly, that possibility is not high.

Tang Luo believed Maitreya should have some backup plans, so as not to let the hostage that Guanyin exchanged her life for just leave like that.

Various clues also show that, for the God-Demon game, the influence of the Great Thunder Sound Temple and the Heavenly Court is likely greater than that of Qin Shi Huang and these transcendent beings.

This makes one wonder whether Maitreya, the Jade Emperor, and the like might have been earlier testers.

But give it a try; in any case, there won't be any loss.

"The possibility isn't high." Qin Shi Huang's judgment was similar to Tang Luo's—"but since the Grand Master has made a request—"

"Never mind, I'll do it myself; you just need to cooperate." Tang Luo stood up.

Upon further thought, the Qin star annihilation cannon isn't all that efficient either.

"Good." Qin Shi Huang felt he had grasped the rhythm of communicating with Tang Luo.

Just follow the principle that "if you're strong, whatever you say is right," and it's done.

The vast Qin Empire fully mobilized, and efficiency remained high; after about three days, the Spirit Expulsion Plan was basically completed.

Originally, the World Tree, the deities, and the places where mortals lived were not together.

But they remained connected, and many deities liked to throw their weight around in the mortal realm; now, after the Qin Empire's division,

The canopy region is where a group of deities and demigods gather, while the root region is the mortals' domain.

Humans and deities are basically completely separated.

A vast expressway spreads out from the void, "piercing" into the trunk part; the expressway is lined with terracotta warriors, cutting off the passage.

At the spot where the expressway extends from the void, Qin Shi Huang's carriage drives out; he stands on the carriage, gazing at the immense World Tree.

After a while, another expressway extends out, appearing near the World Tree.

But this expressway is just normal size, not countless expressways forming a "super-large passage".

On the blue-stone road, horse hooves tread, wheels roll, and likewise a carriage comes from the end of the expressway.

No one is driving the carriage; only a fierce mecha horse pulls it forward, and the whole carriage represents the Qin Empire's most advanced technology.

The hanging carriage curtain is a dark-gold beaded curtain; it looks hollowed out but actually shows nothing.

This carriage was specially built to match this expressway; it's meant as compensation or consolation for Tang Luo during the wait, to prevent him from getting impatient and acting prematurely.

The carriage stops at the end of the expressway near the World Tree; a liuli bone claw extends out, lifts the beaded curtain, and its owner steps out.

Tang Luo stands on the carriage, gazing at the immense World Tree before him, and extends his right hand.

An immense bone claw appears, bringing terrifying power to grasp the World Tree.

In the "canopy," many deities watch as the bone claw descends from the heavens, enveloping and replacing everything; for the first time, they feel fragile and insignificant, like mortals in the root world.

Moreover, many deities all gaze in one direction.

There is a black-robed person holding a scythe, completely skeletal, resembling the traditional Grim Reaper.

This "Grim Reaper" opens its mouth wide, making a "kekeke" sound.

Not him! This bone claw has nothing to do with him.

He is merely a fake Grim Reaper, showing off his "divine might" in places where the Underworld King Hades isn't interested, just to reap a few followers.

This bone claw—let alone him; even Hades probably couldn't manifest it.

"Submit, or die."

The Voice of Final Judgment formed endless gales, blowing through every inch of space; when the sound arrived, the bone claw continued descending, hardly giving these divinities time to weigh pros and cons or think carefully.

Many divinities, following instinct, directly lowered their heads and knelt.

The rest either fled, counterattacked, or went mad.

The glazed bone claw paused, and a large amount of imperial road extended in— the canopy's defense had already been destroyed by Tang Luo's Great Palm Seal, no longer having any effect.

The divinities who had lowered their heads in submission, gazing at the imperial road before them, seemed to rekindle hope, wanting to do something, and the bone claw began descending again.

Having no time for anything else, the divinities hurriedly stepped onto the retracting imperial road, allowing the terracotta warriors to disarm them.

They stared blankly at the World Tree behind them.

The dwelling of the God Lord on the canopy had completely dissipated.

And the canopy, under the gigantic bone claw, kept disappearing, fragmenting.

They even heard the death cries of other divinities, uttered just before their demise under the Claw of Death.

All resistance and counterattacks were like a tiny tiny insect striking a human palm, utterly ineffective.

Boom!

The divinities who chose to submit stood on the imperial road; the road's position was actually already considered part of the Chaotic Void.

Even so, they still 'heard' a tremendous boom.

And there was a wail, the sound made when the world was completely shattered.

An impermissible gale arose, blowing on the iron armor of the Great Qin terracotta warriors, even producing a sharp scraping sound.

The gigantic intact World Tree, beneath the bone claw, became history.

Taking the Great Qin imperial road as the boundary, everything above was utterly destroyed, together with those divinities; only the mortal realm below remained.

This inevitably brings to mind the 'Twilight of the Gods'.

The remaining imprisoned divinities involuntarily turned their heads, looking toward the direction where the bone claw retracted and vanished.

On the sole small imperial road there, there was a carriage.

On the carriage, the Architect of the Twilight of the Gods was retracting a right hand exquisite as an artwork yet fraught with endless danger— the same right hand as the bone claw seen.

His visage, the right side likewise in a skull state, as he withdrew his hand.

Most of him had returned to normal, except that around his right eye remained glazed bone, a black hollow eye socket, golden flames flickering, seemingly harboring a world‑destroying violent power.

It was merely suppressed, not released.

And this suppression seemed to affect that person as well.

Upon seeing him, the divinities instinctively felt that he was wounded.

This wound did not reduce his danger; rather, it made him like a wounded ferocious beast, becoming even more terrifying.

Of course, this terror applies to those whose own strength is lacking.

If one is strong enough, a wounded beast losing stamina is naturally less dangerous than a beast in full condition.

"All right." Tang Luo withdrew his hand and looked toward Qin Shi Huang.

"Don't worry, it only takes three days." Qin Shi Huang said in a deep voice, dignified and domineering.

Next, it was the turn of the Great Qin Empire to show its might.

Fact proves that Qin Shi Huang indeed 'keeps his word'; in the three days of mopping up, he had already realized the 'peace' between the Great Qin Empire and the Holy Alliance.

The remaining slip‑throughs, a couple of stray cats, and the captives could no longer pose a threat, so conflicts naturally ceased to matter.

Tang Luo successfully completed the mission; the scene before him shifted, returning to the real world.

He did not bother with the reward given for this mission.

Tang Luo heard neither Ao Yulie's nor Zhu Bajie's voice, nor the Celestial Dog's 'aow' as it leapt onto the sofa.

"Sure enough, he didn't come back, hum, Maitreya." Tang Luo gave a cold laugh.

He walked onto the balcony; outside was utterly quiet.

Since the last God‑Demon Walker war, this place has become a no‑entry zone for idlers, almost a forbidden area.

Even the outermost perimeter is under military control.

On the contrary, some clever God‑Demon Walkers simply moved here to reside; undoubtedly, there is no safer place in the real world than this.

Here, they need worry about nothing; they can sleep soundly— as long as Monk Xuanzang doesn't suddenly smite them to death.

He had not taken out the Summoning Heart; even while waiting for the mission to finish, Tang Luo had already used it.

The Summoning Heart must first lock onto a location before it can find a person.

Zhu Bajie and his ilk are not included in this.

Tang Luo took out the imperial road, an item, and flung it into the sky.

The imperial road expanded and lengthened, spreading toward the sky and vanishing within the thick clouds.

Tang Luo boarded the carriage; the horses pulling it bolted, and the imperial road behind gradually faded away.

"Is this a Holy Monk?"

"It looks like it from the position; what is he going to do?"

Some God‑Demon Walkers, seeing this, had thoughts like 'Immortal riding the wind' arise in their minds.

However, the bluestone road and the formidable mysterious‑metal chariot lack ethereal immortal aura; instead, they carry a hint of 'golden halberd and iron horse'.