Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1157: Chapter 884: Another Kind of Darkness

"It seems their peace isn’t quite up to the mark."

Huai Shi withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

When Gu Xin’s corpse shattered and fell from the sky, it emitted a thunderous roar.

Before it even hit the ground, countless bright flowers quickly grew from the rapidly decaying carcass, shattering along with the pieces, scattering innumerable pure white iris petals through the air. The sweet fragrance permeated, making the blood and warfare seem dreamlike.

"Truly beautiful."

Hercules, who was sharpening his sword with his head bowed, looked up and praised, "As a display, having a beautiful place like this as a final resting place isn’t bad at all."

"The Great Priestess... is it?"

Gala nodded knowingly, neither frustrated nor angry at the momentary setback,

Such a level of struggle, to him, wasn’t even considered an appetizer.

Merely a ’warm-up’.

Just like a host passionate about hosting banquets.

As the eternal follower of the Withered King, before the banquet began, Gala would cunningly inquire about the preferences and dislikes of each participant, meticulously preparing everything from seating, tapestries, lighting, music to utensils, finally presenting the most important dishes.

Ultimately, savoring death thoroughly.

After hosting one banquet, he would immediately start preparing for the next. In a place like Hell, there’s never a shortage of death, nor does he lack for success and failure.

What he lacked were interesting guests.

Like the existence before him now, the enemy he is about to face.

It had been a long time since he felt such joy. It was like a child opening a treasure box, discovering new toys endlessly.

"Truly, interesting!"

Gala grinned, a sinister smile, once again lifting the sickle blade, issuing an order, "If the appetizer soup isn’t enough to satisfy the appetite, why not add several times the dishes!"

With his words, the earth thundered.

Creaking fissures burst open, ceaseless darkness spewed forth, and alchemical beings from Solomon’s Hell Sequence made their appearance within.

Strange old men riding massive mutated alligators with fierce eagles on their shoulders; strange dwarfs with lion heads and human faces manipulating illusions; headless archers cloaked in green capes flickering in shadows; blurred silhouettes with frog, human and cat heads, limbs connected like rings but continually dispersing strange radiation and poisonous mist; peerless beauties inciting countless Hell’s swarms into frenzies, whose allure even paladins struggled to resist; solidifiers entwined with poisonous snakes, holding horns and swords; elusive phantoms holding flaming gems atop Hell pythons...

Masters of the Great Mob, produced in the He Di Workshop, were constantly surging onto the battlefield.

In an instant, they disrupted the deadlocked situation.

Under Gala’s command, massive ballistae raised from the rearmost part of the formation, aimed at the outer wall of the Town of Dusk, emitting an indescribable dark green glow.

The light rapidly expanded, ultimately turning into a surging torrent in the air, swiftly stretching forward.

The eternal twilight’s glow was torn asunder, together with the indestructible outer wall!

In an instant, over thirty Masters of the Great Mob had completely breached the outermost defenses. In He Di’s hands, the essence of Hell’s disaster once again manifested in the form of a great swarm, displaying terrifying power, breaking through the outer defenses and driving deep in!

Thus, lavishly squandering the tokens from the employer, Gala tapped the sword hilt, urging the central troops forward again.

"Come, let me see... what other hidden treasures you have!"

He grinned, displaying his sharp teeth embedded with luxurious gold ornaments.

After so many years, he once again faced the Great Priestess from the Current Circumstances, his excitement was palpable, bright flames of excitement rose in his eyes: "Where exactly is your great swarm? Where precisely lies your limit?"

On the seat of the Sun Caster, Huai Shi remained expressionless, merely tapping the armrest.

"Please let us go into battle, sir."

Roland gripped the sword hilt tightly, his expression somber: "We will surely make the heretics invading the sanctuary pay the price."

"No need to rush." Huai Shi said, "Roland, I’ve already witnessed the bravery of the Charlemagne Knight Group. Now is not the time for you to present yourselves again.

Besides, the inner zone and the Eternal Frozen Heart still need your protection."

Roland paused, "Are we to retract our defenses?"

"Of course not."

Huai Shi smiled, pointing to the distant enemy formation’s golden chariot, "Look, Roland, the opponent is challenging me."

He said, "We must let him have his wish fulfilled—"

At that moment, the ground shook violently, thundered.

Because there was burning firelight flowing over the earth.

A torrent of raging flames!

From the slowly opening Eternal Frozen Heart, terrifying high temperatures burst forth.

In that space akin to a war chariot preparation area, countless massive assembly devices melted, steel arms unable to retract turned into molten iron, rapidly liquefying and flowing across the ground.

Sinister silhouettes emerged from the fire.

On the pitch-black alchemy armor, a splendid matrix appeared, and beneath layers of iron, the Incarnation of Anger lifted its gaze.

Thus, within the fiery light, outlines of countless blades and axes emerged, transforming into a storm, whistling forward. The steel ground was torn apart like thin paper, leaving deep slashes.

When the giant beast, like a colossal bull, raised its head and roared, thunderous echoes encompassed everything.

The storm of fire and iron advanced forward!

Like an ominous comet descending from the sky, skimming along the surface, plunging directly into the tumultuous battlefield.

Infused with divine nature and source substance, the Activated Source Armament revealed unprecedented sharpness and terrifying form, galloping amidst the blood and corpses.

The tyrannical ones scattered death and destruction.

An endless fury spread as it moved forward, enveloping every defender, turning their swords, bullets, and even eyes into fiery red.

This wrath was planted into the soul of every believer, transforming into an unquenchable blaze.

The blessing from the Great Priestess descended upon everyone.

"Holy!!!"

The Paradise Guard and Lizard Man Army shouted with excitement, recklessly following the burning figure as they charged forward once again.

From the sky dome above, it looked like an inextinguishable light suddenly flared up in the darkness.

Out of control, the flames spread rapidly, burning through the grey-black tides, igniting every overconfident opponent into firewood.

It cared not for those left behind, nor did it care about the trap the enemy had prepared ahead.

The Incarnation of Anger lowered its eyes, the six sharp horns aiming at the ’pocket’ formation opened against it, the iron hooves stamped the ground, charging out once again!

The mist and the pocket were torn simultaneously, blood rained down like a storm, falling with sparks and ashes to the ground.

With just one intersection, the dwarf with the lion face crumbled along with its illusion!

After spitting disdainfully a lava-like sputum, the Incarnation of Anger raised its gaze again, glancing at the Hell Giant Snake not far away, and the Owner of the Great Mob riding on the snake, holding the flaming gem.

On the snake, the Owner of the Great Mob was startled, pulling the reins to make the snake coil and retreat rapidly, distancing itself safely.

Immediately, flames rose from the gem, floating above his head like a constellation.

Each fiery star bore destructive power comparable to missiles from the Current Circumstances, aiming at the distant enemy. Yet the Owner of the Great Mob found it insufficient, continuously urging his treasure to produce more and more flaming stars until they nearly formed a sea.

And then, it saw.

Across the vast distance, the Incarnation of Anger indifferently withdrew its gaze, charging in... another direction?

It ran!

Rage surged from its heart, uncontrollable, directing the flaming gem at the retreating figure of the Incarnation of Anger, with over four hundred flaming stars primed for launch!

At that very moment, it saw... its own hands holding the flaming gem.

When did they become covered in wrinkles?

A sudden shock.

Then, the Hell Giant Snake beneath collapsed with a tremendous noise, penetrated by something extremely sharp, its eyes spewing out pitch-black venomous blood.

In the venomous blood, clusters of pure white iris flowers bloomed alongside countless enchanting blossoms, their fragrance spreading.

Yet before that, countless tiny vines had grown from the scales, extending silently to the snake’s master, burrowing into the body to grow wantonly.

On the withering face, countless mycelium sprouted from the facial orifices, quickly budding and sapping its last strength.

This body, long since turned into a nest of poison and decay.

In its final daze, it seemed to see a pure white figure stepping over the flowers, silently leaving by its side.

But shortly thereafter, the compassionate White Deer seemed to remember something and returned.

Bending down, it gazed into the convulsing face with difficulty.

A slender vine grew, dexterous as a small hand, extracting the extinguished flaming gem from its grasp and adorning it among its luxuriant and ornate antlers.

Like a gemstone inlaid at the top of a crown.

So fittingly.

It nodded in satisfaction after glancing at the bloody scene, then stood up and departed.

Leaving only the dark, rapidly decaying Owner of the Great Mob, despairingly gazing at the sky dome... and the burning stars gradually falling toward him from above.

Flames soared upward, spreading with heat waves, illuminating the battlefield for a fleeting moment.

Illuminating flowers and greenery blooming on the ground unknowingly, with a whirlwind carrying tiny seeds and fragrant aroma, spreading across the battlefield.

"I always feel like I’m more of a villain than the opposing side."

Huai Shi rubbed his chin and suddenly realized, seeking confirmation from Roland beside him: "We are supposed to be the good guys, right?"

"Well..."

Roland’s eyes twitched slightly, hesitating to speak and then stopping, then trying again.

Though as a Paladin representing justice, acting like this might not be quite appropriate. Yet, he was also well aware of his duty as a knight: as a tool of war, any means could be justified as long as victory was secured.

But... this new lord’s methods were just too crazy, is that what the ’Astronomical Society’ is like as a whole?

Can we do something that aligns more with the Yang Realm?

"Haha, indeed, it’s a bit outrageous?"

Huai Shi scratched his head, coughing awkwardly twice: "No worries, I’ll correct the style here. Our Astronomical Society is a righteous and upright force, after all, how could we be the same as the heretics in Hell!"

Behind him, the Alchemy Fire within the Eternal Frozen Heart finally slowly extinguished.

The forging concluded.

Amid the furnace flames, the Sword of Virtue vanished without a trace.

Then, a radiance representing endless love and hope rose skyward!

With the crown of light above its head.

——The holy White Horse walked upon Hell!

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