Chapter 1556: Chapter 736: "Angel": Advent Is the End! (Part 3)
Complete and utter destruction.
One after another, phantom shadows resembling gigantic earthly serpents materialized from outside the world, like orbs of light hanging high in the sky.
Such a scene was reminiscent of the nine suns suspended in the sky from the ancient myths.
Could it be... was the shooting down of the nine suns by Yi itself a kind of confrontation against the "Angels"?!
Lin Yi felt a shiver run down his spine, but at this moment, he didn’t have the luxury of indulging in more speculative thoughts.
Destruction is literal destruction, and death is indeed absolute death.
"Everyone be careful, it’s coming!" Amon’s somewhat mechanical voice roared from the music box, "The divine power of the ’Angel’ is like a prison, and Sesha and I might soon perish... What a pity, we couldn’t witness you transcend ’Angel,’ entering the ’Root’..."
"Poof..."
A soft, bubble-like popping sound suddenly emerged, but it did not originate from physical space. It was the first tear in the fabric of the dimension itself.
The true form of the "Angel" began its descent.
Its arrival was not an entry in the physical sense, but a higher-level coverage and infiltration, bearing the layers of the "world" of the Gray Mist Sea, which began to collapse due to its unbearable "mass."
These cracks were dimensional in nature; they did not follow the axes of three-dimensional space, nor relied on any frame of reference, but instead directly clung to the concept of "existence."
The astrologer looked down in horror, seeing the skin on her "Class Teacher-040" body unexpectedly split with a subtle fissure.
It wasn’t just her; everyone was like this. Yet, such fissures did not result in any bloodshed. The interiors were deep voids pulsating with indescribable colors, as if the material structure constituting all of them was being subjected to a dimensionality-reduction attack, exposing the chaotic "code" underlying it.
On the ship’s hull, the secret pattern domain that Amon exhausted all to establish had long been utterly annihilated. The hull itself, the mast... all the extraordinary materials composing the Layer Boat appeared as if invisible paintbrushes had outlined them with these cracks that transcended physics.
The Layer Boat, the Gray Mist Sea, the units of life and death, everything and anything... all "existences" were encrusted with these delicate cracks that exuded the same void breath.
Equality of all beings!
All things return to one!
In the face of the "Angel’s" descent, whether you were alive or dead, whether existent or nonexistent, all began to collapse on a rule-level, as the "world" carrying you was collapsing!
This was a thorough, root-level formatting!
The "Angel" itself had not yet exhibited any emotion—malice, greed, anger, curiosity... all these emotional traits of lower-dimensional beings were meaningless to it.
Its arrival was, in itself, a natural erosion of the lower-dimensional universe, like seawater flooding an ant nest, not deliberately targeting the ants, but the nature of seawater’s existence dictated the inevitable destruction of the ant nest.
It gazed indifferently at this crumbling world, indifferent to the tiny existences struggling upon it like bacteria.
Its movements resembled some form of dance, akin to one of those Shiva dances in Indian mythology. Its descent, perhaps to it, was just a natural stretch for a life form, or even just an unconscious writhing, a sort of program-embedded antivirus operation...
But for Lin Yi and the entirety of his world, this was the embodiment of the end.
The layers were being covered, the canvas set aflame, the entire sequence of existence was forcibly penetrated by a higher dimension, and then... gradually began to be erased!
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