Chapter 1554: Chapter 736: "Angel", Arrival Is the End!
He looked up at the world shrouded in the grey mist.
As if in response to him, an indescribable terror far surpassing anything before suddenly descended at that moment from the unknown void.
"Crack...crack..."
The layer of Grey Mist Sea was now thickening endlessly, as if countless worlds had been stacked together, forming a super-temporal convergence point.
Wei Liang instinctively brushed his arm, then gently tugged at the brim of his hat.
"This is unreasonable..." he couldn’t help but mutter, "All infinite dimensions have converged to ’this moment’..."
The Astrologer’s voice carried a hint of urgency: "The star map is in chaos! The Angel’s body seems to be cutting in from the Root side!"
Amon shouted: "This isn’t right?! Why is this happening?"
Tian Bufan loudly declared: "The time axis!!"
"For us, the great war takes place in the near future, but for the Angel, entering this timeline means the battle begins! It’s seizing the initiative!"
"A comic unfolds before it, and it has been trying to cut into the first page of the comic!"
"The moment the Butcher acts is a moment! The moment Wei Shan leaves is also a moment!"
"Now... is too!!"
"Do you still insist on entering the ’Returning Ruins’?!" the Astrologer shouted.
"Go! We must go!" Tian Bufan replied, "But the nature of the event has changed! Now we are not rushing into the ’Returning Ruins’, but rather pulling forward the point on the time axis to ’the moment we enter the Returning Ruins’!!"
The Astrologer gritted their teeth: "I’m really curious, what arrangement have you made inside the ’Returning Ruins’, can’t you play your trump card here?!"
Tian Bufan fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "You’re right... without reaching the ’Returning Ruins’, it can’t be used."
"You’re really fishing here!" The Astrologer disdainfully said without hesitation.
Tian Bufan did not respond, just silently watched the gradually rupturing sky, slowly clenching his fist.
"Perhaps... it must be summoned at this moment..."
Finally, the black mist engulfed the world filled with cracks, even the Grey Mist Sea at this moment was like being absorbed onto a napkin which was then crushed in someone’s hand...
One could see countless long, snake-like black shadows slowly dancing in the chaos outside the world, those pitch-black shadows were extremely similar to the ones Lin Yi had seen in endless black tides in front of the Art Building, the only difference was, the ones he saw now seemed to exist like serpent shadows, each one immensely huge, each one as terrifying as a worldly great serpent encompassing the world.
Such a sense of déjà vu could no longer be described as oppressive, it was a pure suppression, a pure display.
With the Angel’s descent, the layer of Grey Mist Sea kept splitting from bearing its body, such cracking did not exist in space but in dimensions, the cracks filled the world, surpassing spatial coordinates, directly climbing on everything that existed, even Lin Yi and others showed some signs of splitting!
This was a destruction where all were equal, all beings were the same!
The infinite layer of the Grey Mist Sea, that once obscured everything, the depths of the uncanny world, was fragile under the Angel’s shadow, like an old napkin crushed and stained with oil by a child, it was gripped tight, absorbed by an invisible force, then... squeezed.
The surface of the world let out an unbearable groan, the fine cracks no longer the background, but crawling over every corner of the view, every wisp of grey mist, even... every trace of the stars.
Secret Pattern Matrix?
Chaos Star Map?
Those layers of scales rolled out by the Astrologer at the cost of immense mental power were directly smoothed and disrupted by the Angel’s aggressively indifferent might, like a child overturning a box full of luminous sand grains, the star map’s coordinates were crudely erased, smashed, turning into a chaotic, disorderly, meaningless light pollution backdrop.
The Astrologer’s face turned pale, the star map collapsed, coordinates shattered, a primordial blow for her remaining will.
She staggered back a step, her frail willpower barely sustaining the power of the At First, relying only on the body of Class Teacher-040 to scrape through.
Similarly, the Order-Keeping Ring at the Layer Boat’s position and the Secret Matrix suffered a blow from the Angel’s power at the same time, collapsing on the spot, Amon, who constantly repaired and controlled the Secret Matrix with difficulty, was struck like lightning, his music box body instantly covered in cracks.
His framework seemed to corrode in an instant, like a pile of decaying metal ready to collapse.
"It’s going to descend!"
"It... it’s finally going to descend...!!!"
The Astrologer’s voice was dry and hoarse, this was not fear, but a numbness after cognition was completely crushed.
Her gaze piercing through the collapsing star map and the crumbling Secret Matrix, through the Grey Mist Sea being twisted together, toward the seething void beyond the world’s barriers.
The void was dancing.
Countless elongated black shadows, stretching beyond cosmic scale, slowly unwinding and writhing within the chaotic cocoon, they resembled umbilical cords extending from a cosmic embryo, not yet fully formed, like world serpents performing a sacrificial dance around an egg about to hatch an evil god.
