Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1153: Chapter 881: The Last Fortress

The darkness surged like ink, seemingly endless. After regaining control of the situation, the countless Hell Swarms nurtured on Helios naturally returned to his hands, becoming a frenzy capable of completely annihilating all opponents.

"They’re coming, heading this way!"

Rachelle screamed, instinctively taking a few steps back, returning to Garand’s side, hoping the presence of the Grandmaster could give her a bit of a sense of security.

But Garand still made no move, merely watching Huai Shi quietly, waiting for him to act.

However, Huai Shi did nothing.

He just stood there.

Letting He Di’s legion rapidly approach, as if he didn’t care about those things at all.

He just nodded.

"Oh." He said, "I understand."

Huai Shi said he understood, was there anything else?

No?

Then can you be quiet?

Stop shouting.

But Rachelle still kept screaming.

Huai Shi sighed, raised his hand, and covered his ears, even if he stopped shouting in fear, he did not lower them.

Because behind him, at the top of the projection core of the Town of Dusk, in the Eternal Frozen Heart where the ever-burning Alchemy Fire resided, a cold indifferent eye slowly opened.

Lowering its gaze, it looked toward the ground below.

Then, a line of scorching light erupted from the pupil, accompanied by the roar of countless trembling steel, transforming into a blazing brilliance that pierced the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, it swept across, passing through the boundless black tide.

The light dissipated.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying flame rose from the ground, the terrifying heat spreading, turning into a warped wall of fire, and in the blink of an eye, plowed a tragic gap through the vast army.

The stench and darkness rose into the starry, dark sky, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Then, more stars rose from the ground, more steel, more burning brilliance.

Accompanied by the flipping of countless steel structures, the war module was activated, and the giant anti-aircraft cannons stood tall like a forest, slanting towards the sky, spewing flames.

As those giant cannonball-like bolts fell to the ground, turning into a rainstorm of steel, the curse from faraway Hell spread in all directions.

Blood rain, burning wind, sedimentation tide, source substance shrinkage, poisonous air, decay of life...

Recreated true Hell and true despair here.

The Disaster Crystal, crafted by the thirteen Kings of Casting of yesteryear, the Eternal Town of Dusk, descends here!

It was never just He Di’s side that held the geographical advantage.

Even if they had lost the Sun Caster, under the maintenance of Grandmaster Mikhail and the manipulation of the Sun Caster’s inheritor Huai Shi, the Town of Dusk still exhibited its once hideous form!

Even if only scales and fragments arrived here, as long as there was enough energy supply, it remained an undisputed War Machine.

Now, death and destruction rained from the sky!

Even after losing its eternal power, it still retained the terrifying power once unleashed in the battles of multiple realms.

Not to mention the subsequent modifications of the Heavenly Prison Fortress and the maintenance from the Grandmaster...

"Is this the Town of Dusk of the Forgers? The Eternal Frozen Heart really lives up to its name, even damaged it still retains such an incredible defensive power..."

Garand raised his head, admiring the black smoke rising from countless chimneys, the steel operating amidst the roar, and the machinery seemingly capable of transforming the entire world...

"Turning the entire world into your matrix and mystic ritual? Although it’s Hellish technology, it has considerable merits, truly admirable."

"If you want to discuss technology, we can talk slowly afterward."

Huai Shi cast a cold gaze: "I’ve already shown my sincerity, Mr. ’Garand’, now it’s your turn."

Garand shook his head: "I don’t have such convenient things as the Town of Dusk, nor martial achievements comparable to the King of Tanbo, what I can offer is just a little insignificant help."

Saying this, he looked at Rachelle beside him.

Rachelle’s expression wavered for a moment, but she still held up the box in her hands, stepped forward, and presented it in front of Huai Shi.

"What is this? A trick with a hidden sword in the fish intestine? How about replacing it with a map?"

No need to open it, Huai Shi only needed to take one look to sense what was inside the box, the metallic aura and outline, the shape of a sword.

When the box was opened, it revealed the time-worn iron light within.

But when Huai Shi reached out to take it, he couldn’t feel any weight, as if it were an illusion, yet the miracle contained within was real and genuine.

The color of the sword blade continuously changed, like a spectrum. The tip of the sword, however, bore noticeable traces of reforging, exuding an aura of majesty and severity.

"What is this?" Huai Shi asked.

"The Sword of the Current Circumstances, the Golden Sword, the Sword of Joy."

Garan said, "This is a replica I made according to the sword Joy Wayu of the Roman Empire’s Emperor Charlemagne, but it possesses the same power and majesty as Charlemagne himself."

"The legendary Sacred Sword that can command the sun, moon, and stars, and shift mountains and rivers?"

Huai Shi frowned, "But it’s not in the Current Circumstances, what’s the point of creating it?!"

A remote control for the Current Circumstances in the vast space?

Or the outdated version of the remote!

You’re bold to think of that!

"Precisely because it’s not in the Current Circumstances, it’s so easy to recreate, isn’t it?" Garan said, "Moreover, its true power is not in controlling the Current Circumstances, but in making the Charlemagne Knight Group obey you."

"Hehe."

Huai Shi laughed, "Where am I supposed to find the Charlemagne Knight Group? In a tomb?"

Before the words fell, a brilliant flame appeared behind Garan, an array of thousands stepped out from the void, banners fluttering, iron light sweeping, countless majestic warhorses raised their eyes, together with those paladins descending from the void, bowed their heads to the sword bearer before them.

Offering their allegiance.

At the forefront, among twelve solemn and mighty knights, a stern-faced middle-aged knight bowed his chest, "At your service, Your Majesty the Emperor."

"The twelve Paladins of Charlemagne, the legendary paladins, and three thousand one hundred members of the knight group, this is the entirety of the legion I created.

Now I hand them over to you, Huai Shi."

Garan tapped his cane, causing his tower in the distance to erupt, and suddenly, countless plots merged beneath the Eternal Frozen Heart.

Then, countless cables danced like snakes, extending from Garan’s tower and auto-connecting into every external interface of the Town of Dusk, continuously pouring in terrifying heat, as inexhaustible power made the flames of the Eternal Frozen Heart burn ever fiercer.

Separated by Mikhail, Garan began independently operating and adjusting the mystic ritual of the Town of Dusk, under Garan’s control, the soil continuously rose up, sank, contracted, and expanded.

Like a constantly evolving machine changing its form in mere minutes.

Among them, countless proprietary mystic rituals unique to the Stone Pot Society emerged, causing the burning and forging within the Eternal Frozen Heart to progress even faster.

If previously it was an ancient fortress atop the mountains difficult to conquer, now it has transformed into a giant shrouded in mist, elusive in its true form.

Efficiency increased by twelve percent, while energy consumption decreased by twenty percent!

"Mikhail excels in grand structures but is somewhat negligent in detail—such distance naturally results in delays." Garan blandly commented, "Still too young."

"Hiss!"

It seemed like a cold laugh echoed in the wind, yet no one refuted anything. Before these oldest Great Grandmasters of the entire realm, who wasn’t young?

Moreover, since their specializations differ, there’s nothing to say.

Garan has focused on Stigmata Forging for so many years, naturally adept at meticulous work. But let him, with his old bones, host extensive Alchemy and collective transmutation?

Next, Garan’s fingers tapped continuously.

With countless plots connected, his own tower appeared out of thin air within the domain of the Town of Dusk.

The projection of the Town of Dusk shook briefly, countless iron lights burst forth, the once vaguely phantom outline suddenly solidified.

With a Great Grandmaster familiar with Helios as a crucial pivot, at this moment, the Town of Dusk effectively has two Great Grandmasters jointly maintaining it, instantly rooting within Helios, unshakable.

Then, one tower after another rose from the ground.

Clearly granted permission by Mikhail, all towers of Alchemists under contract with Garan were moved over from the Hell Swarm’s assaults.

Suddenly, they were integrated into the Town of Dusk, bound and restricted layer upon layer, becoming vital supports in Mikhail’s collective Alchemy.

Suddenly becoming reliant, the Alchemists felt mixed emotions. If relying on Garan, at least he is a Great Grandmaster, leaning on him doesn’t shame them.

But now they shifted to Huai Shi and others... they had no other choice.

Under the eaves, what can they do? If not, you go face He Di’s counterattack yourself, so many Hell Swarms and Abnormality Legions, they’ll reduce you to ashes...

Clearly instructed by Garan beforehand, with a contract in place, everyone knew to be wise, survival is precious, what’s the use of a bike?

Without Huai Shi’s instructions, everyone willingly accepted Mikhail’s matrix deployment, and joined the operation of the Town of Dusk.

In the crowd, old lady Emara supporting her bronze cane, slightly nodded to Huai Shi, then soon vanished beneath her Obelisk.

She looked healthier, although she bore over a dozen Long Nails and mystic rituals, symptoms of divine aberration diminished significantly.

She had achieved her purpose in coming to Helios, just unclear what price she paid.

Thus, under Huai Shi’s bewildered gaze, Garan almost entirely tossed his own gains within Helios, including all subordinates and plots, not forgetting an abundance of divine nature.

Without a shred of worry about Huai Shi’s betrayal.

"Next, I will fully intervene in Publius’ mystic ritual; the rest is up to you." Garan said at last, "Decide what’s necessary yourself, others will cooperate, do not disturb me."

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