Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1150: Chapter 879: True Name and Real Identity

At this moment, above the disc-shaped Helios, blood-colored torrents surged, converging towards the world’s axis, climbing upwards following Publius’s luminous tower.

Like the Tower of Babel that once ascended against the gods.

The obsession passed down for thousands of years reappeared at this moment, and the fruits that countless alchemists dreamed of were right before their eyes, reaching towards the sky, towards that high, lofty sun circle.

Publius, no, all the alchemists above Helios, those souls submerged in Hell, the deceased who accomplished nothing, and those filled with unwillingness and pain, reached out their hands to it.

Even after a long passage of time, this achievement gradually lost its meaning.

But the mountain was still there.

Following the path once left by the gods, the alchemist initiated the climb once again!

Boom!

On the tower of light, the alchemist who drank wine stiffened slightly, sighed, and finished the last drop of sweetness by raising his head.

"What a pity..."

He murmured softly, closed his eyes, and turned silently into flying ash.

His strength had already been exhausted, but another Publius raised his eyes again, recklessly throwing himself into the torrent, until the overly blazing flames burned him to ashes too.

Then, another.

And another...

Countless split souls, carrying the same obsession, threw themselves into the furnace, laying the foundation of the high tower with their ashes, making the blood-colored big hand reach upwards, upwards, higher.

Until finally, despite the sun circle’s scorching, they firmly grasped the void evidence of the gods!

Drag it down inch by inch.

Like a thirsty person about to swallow the gods whole.

"Great Spirits of the gods, I shall offer you all my ’sacrifice’—"

Publius was burning.

In the blaze, he continuously threw the split parts of himself into the furnace, grinning, and laughed hysterically.

"—Please, mourn for me!"

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"Hmm?"

At that instant, at the Eternal Frozen Heart’s event of the land battle tournament, the skeleton holding the cards paused for a moment.

Appearing puzzled.

"Seems... something... is not quite right..."

It slowly raised its skull covered with paper, looking at the blood-red light that pierced the sky, finally feeling the gravity and call from the center.

Uncontrollably, it was pulled, detached from the ground, and floated upwards towards the sky.

"Mother of—!"

It shouted out in surprise, "I’m ascending!"

Huai Shi realized and quickly extended his hand, The Sorrow of Index extended out, entangled around its skeleton, and held it back.

Behemoth also opened its mouth to bite its head, trying to fix it in place.

But the same origin’s attraction was too enormous to resist.

Quickly, its arms cracked open, then the greater trochanter fell off, soaring into the sky first. Subsequently, its entire skeleton shattered under the constraint, turned into fragments and dust, quickly flew towards the luminous tower.

When Huai Shi reacted, the skeleton had already disintegrated completely, vanishing without a trace.

All that remained in place was a thin thread of source substance.

Like a phantom.

Only a semi-transparent skull remained, still quietly emitting the flame of source substance, suddenly transforming from a skeleton into a ghost.

Lost consciousness, entering a dazed state.

"Abba Abba Abba Abba..."

"What the hell?!"

Huai Shi scratched his head, puzzled. While trying hard to maintain the last source substance of the skeleton, he heard a reminder from behind.

"What you’re doing is futile."

The old voice said, "Publius reclaimed all his fragments, it lost its foundation of reliance... don’t you have divine wine? Soak it in, you can keep it intact, if you keep being this way, it might truly disintegrate."

With the reminder, Huai Shi acted swiftly.

He moved out his water tank and carefully placed the skull inside.

Watching it swirl around like a goldfish in the purified divine wine, Huai Shi couldn’t help but feel sorrow. Well, this time it was truly soaked in wine.

As the essence of source substance, divine wine possesses the effect of maintaining all fragmented souls. But no matter how it looks, it resembles something soaked in formalin.

"Won’t it just die like this?"

Huai Shi murmured, worried.

"Divine wine will maintain its existence. As long as you can recover what Publius took, your friend can restore its original state."

The one who didn’t belong here has reached a conclusion.

When Huai Shi turned back, he saw the elderly man propped on a cane, an unbidden guest who came here...

Garand.

Involuntarily, he knitted his brows.

"Great Grandmaster, why have you come?" he asked, "Are you here to deliver punishment to me, the arrogant transgressor of our contract?"

Beside Huai Shi, Behemoth raised its paw, licking the sharp blade, sparks flew.

The gaze turned dangerous.

Behind Garand, Rachelle’s face was pale, she couldn’t help but step back.

"Why scare people, Huai Shi."

Garand said coldly, "Although you successfully gained quite some time, now, the divine contestant has lost control, and when Publius truly pulls the sun wheel into his matrix, he will become the new Sun God, the true ruler of Helios—if we want to stop him, we must join forces. From both rational and benefit perspectives, it is the only option for both of us."

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