Chapter 1071 Promise

At the moment of sudden realization, Huai Shi heard the sound of his eyes cracking. Blood overflowed from his pupils and spread, as if the whole world was covered with a scarlet net.

No, maybe the world in front of me is really dyed red.

By that angry fire and blood.

The nautilus roared.

The endless darkness of disaster was reborn as a broken body of steel, igniting flames again, roaring towards the heaven and earth of the abyss.

--hatred!

Along with the roar that shook the world, hatred spread out from the surging darkness. In an instant, it turned into a violent wave, violently bulldozing all the barren forests blocking the way.

Wherever it passed, all life and stubborn rocks turned into dust, leaving only traces on the earth that looked like strange claws. Scarlet soil rolled up and covered the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, on both sides of the battleship, a huge mouth opened, the darkness condensed into steel, and the ferocious killing intent formed into fire.

Like burning stars rising from hell, they spread all over the sky in an instant, illuminating all the pale faces. The blood fire exploded, evaporating all the shadows wherever it passed.

Astaru's Bone Clothes were torn apart, and fire spread.

The remnants of the world screamed angrily, the huge tree giant cast a shadow, and endless weird dead branches stabbed towards the nautilus.

But the Nautilus did not dodge, and allowed the ruler to penetrate and tear it apart, leaving it riddled with holes.

But in the cracked darkness, a terrifying glow suddenly lit up directly in front of the Nautilus's hull.

Crystal-like blazing light burst out from the darkness, and the torrent raged.

Just the terrifying heat seeping out of the cracks in the hull burned all the dead branches that dared to touch its body into ashes.

And wherever the light track passed, matter, source material, miracles and disasters, enemies and even the earth... everything was evaporated neatly and disappeared without a trace from the violent malice.

Only the screams of the remaining survivors burst out.

A rusty spear hundreds of meters long penetrated the charred body. It tore apart the indestructible shell and destroyed all flesh, flesh and tissue.

Like a harpoon, it poured into the prey's body.

Blood and fire spurt out.

The tree giant Frankenstein roared and tried to prop himself up, but the huge shadow had already enveloped him.

Overlooking the broken Nautilus, they passed by each other in an instant.

A head-numbing clear sound erupted.

Immediately afterwards, there was a low sound of chewing, echoing in everyone's ears.

Even Frankenstein's screams became inaudible, and only the sound was thick and low as the dark battleship, stained red, chewed the limbs plundered from the enemy.

Blood overflowed from the mouth

Color the rusted fangs red.

The tree giant broke in the middle and was split into two parts, and blood swept across it like a sea.

Immediately afterwards, the lower half was torn into powder again.

Devour them all.

The broken battleship quickly recovered and returned to its ferocious appearance. The Nautilus roared and spit out flames again, waving horizontally in the air.

Easily, Astaru's huge body was cut into pieces.

The devil's palace screamed and fell, collapsing.

Empty eyes emerged from the darkness, scattering countless vicious curses.

The ferocious attack continued, and all living creatures were pushed to destruction in an orderly manner. All enemies were strangled with precision and cruelty.

No snakes, insects, rats or ants are left behind.

That is no longer a struggle, it is ravage and torture, with endless hatred, to vent all the anger filling the depths of the soul!

No more sense.

Like a crazy beast...

That is, the monster called the hero composed of countless victims!

"Teacher! Mr. Li, Himuro, Tonya... are you there?"

Anton propped up his body and looked up at the crazy looks of his former compatriots, and muddy blood and tears flowed down from the broken faces.

He called hoarsely and tried his best:

"answer me!!!"

No matter how you call their names, no one will respond.

Never even looked back.

There was only the angry roar of the giant beast.

Those stars that once shone are no longer there.

What remained in front of them were monsters born from the deepest depths of hell.

Monsters are hunting, monsters are ravaging, monsters are eating.

The monster is destroying everything.

Right in front of them...

Everything has changed beyond recognition.

"Why... why did it become like this?"

Just seeing that look made the old man, who had never been weak for a moment in the face of countless hardships, already burst into tears.

"Of course it's for us, Professor."

Huai Shi gritted her teeth, endured the tearing and burning pain from her eyes, and stared at the ferocious figure.

What else could it be for?

For everything in this world...

This was their final sacrifice.

When the disaster that had been deeply reversed occurred, according to the calculations of the Survival Institute, even if you bet everything in the Utopia in hell on a huge gamble, the success rate would still be less than 5%...

Therefore, there was a plan to retreat, and therefore, there were miracles achieved through countless sacrifices.

It is precisely because of that heroic and brilliant light that people subconsciously ignore the painful struggles hidden in the darkness.

——How can the success rate become 100% from less than 5%?

Weapons, equipment, mysteries, strength, and even all reserves... When even risking your life is not enough to overturn the disparity in the balance, the only weight left is the soul!

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.

When you fight a monster, you become a monster.

But what if, on the other hand...

If the abyss is staring at me, then I will also stare into the abyss. As long as I become a monster, I can continue to fight against monsters!

If miracles are to be exchanged for disaster, then turn yourself into the disaster itself!

This is the final decision everyone made.

Abandon the eternal sleep you deserve and embrace a price more cruel than death.

Everyone is solidified!

Those burned-out souls left no ashes, because they threw everything they had into the abyss...

When those souls full of pain and hatred rise from the long depths, they turn into an unprecedented torrent. When the disasters converged from this wide scar, an unprecedented monster was formed.

Then, devour all enemies!

Now, the fighting that happened seventy years ago is still going on!

Pushing everything to destruction until everything is nothing.

Countless legions were burned to death in the bloody fire of hatred, and the endless desolate forest was reduced to nothingness by annihilation missiles. The rulers formed by the remnants of the world and the bloodline of the abyss were torn apart by claws, and the blood and bones were chewed into debris.

The nautilus roared and neighed.

Countless eyes stared at Astaru's huge figure in the darkness, and then, like a giant whale preying on its prey, it faced the bombardment of countless secret rituals and miraculous seals, and swam upstream!

The body riddled with holes slammed into the ruler made of white bones.

The sharp angle of attack was covered in blood and easily tore apart the huge body. Then, pull it, smash it, ravage it again, crush it, bombard it, bite it... until it completely falls apart.

The hell was dyed red with blood and debris, and was ignited by flames.

In the surging darkness, eyes filled with hatred and madness looked toward the end of the clouds.

Mathers remained silent, closed his eyes, and said nothing more until darkness came over his face. In the end, he sighed, took out a pistol from his arms, pointed it at his chin, and pulled the trigger.

The fire flashed away.

The mutilated body fell from the sky and was instantly swallowed by the angry beast. But the soul inside it has disappeared without a trace.

Ran away.

The Nautilus roared crazily, looked back, looked at the rainbow light in the sky, and once again released the infinite darkness. Roughly tearing apart all the rainbow light, dragging the line of the ladder, and biting it into pieces between the sharp teeth.

The ladder collapsed.

The last remnants were completely washed away, leaving only the burning earth, endless blood and dead bodies.

As for the Nautilus, the shape formed by the huge darkness constantly collides with the earth, whipping the remaining bones, bombarding and destroying, causing hell to continuously emit the wail of collapse.

All enemies must be crushed to ashes...

In vain, they destroy everything in front of them.

Still chirping angrily.

It was as if countless people were shouting hoarsely, roaring in madness.

【enemy! enemy! enemy! 】

The scream that tore out all eardrums and was enough to shake up all souls echoed in hell. The monster roared unwillingly and called:

【Where is the enemy! 】

The crazy Nautilus kept bombarding the corpse in front of it, over and over again, and over and over again,

[Must, kill! Must kill them all! Must, kill them all! 】

Crazy roars echoed in the dead silence of hell.

Until a hoarse voice sounded.

"enough!!!"

In front of Nautilus, in the burning blood fire, the staggering figure emerged, moving forward, regardless of the fire of hatred that set him on fire.

"Already, there are no enemies."

Huai Shi gasped and shouted into the painful darkness: "Your war is over!"

There was a moment of dead silence, and in the darkness, countless scarlet eyes appeared, violently turbulent as if they were angered.

The torrent blew out, making the earth wail, and almost blew the Sophora japonica poem away.

【mission! 】

【The mission never ends! 】

The monsters in the darkness screamed angrily, and those solidified souls screamed madly.

【Hell is still here! The abyss is still here! 】

[Must...must...protect...protect...]

【Protect……】

No matter how much they repeated or how much they shouted, they could no longer tell what was behind.

No matter what you become now, you still want to protect the most precious thing.

What must be protected?

It's been too long.

War, mission, and sacrifice are all too far away.

Monsters can no longer even remember why they died...

The moment he realized this, the Nautilus screamed while trembling, fell into madness, and kept crashing into the earth, as if it wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him, including itself.

Until finally, unable to find any target, it fell to the ground, convulsing in pain.

Only the mournful wailing remained.

It was a frozen soul crying in despair.

【go home……】

In the darkness, the empty eyes shed gray tears. Looking at the glimmer of light coming from the sky above the sky, it is my hometown that is far away.

Like a whale stranded in the desert.

【Where is home? 】

【Want... to go home...】

The monsters who were bound under the depths screamed hoarsely, recalling flowers, smiling faces, and everything they once protected.

[What year and month...what day will I go home...]

【go home……】

"Then let's go, friends."

Huai Shi reached out and touched the tearful eye.

Let the arm decay from the corrosion of disaster.

Tell it:

"—Let's go home!"

That is not a false lie, nor is it a well-intentioned deception.

At that moment, Huai Shi finally understood the meaning of coming to hell.

If all this is fate...

A brilliant flash of light illuminates the eyes in the darkness.

In the burning of blood and fire, solemn classics emerged in Huai Shi's hands.

At that moment, not only the Nautilus in front of them, but also everyone on the solar boat, stared at the absolutely false glow and fell into sluggishness and shock.

"That is……"

The soul of the ideal country.

The source of all recorded events, the blueprint and foundation of all futures, the core legacy of the Kingdom of Heaven, and the eternal source code of the Kingdom of Heaven’s genealogy.

"..."Book of Destiny"!"

Gregory's eyes widened and he groaned in his throat. He subconsciously clenched the coins in his hand and cursed: "Russell, you fucking bastard, what on earth did you do!"

That bastard actually sent the holder of the Book of Destiny, the true future of the Utopia, and the salvation of the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy, into hell!

However, there is no extra energy to think about it anymore.

The moment the light came on, he already instinctively knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to the solemn glow.

Whether it's Anton, Raymond, or Foster...

Even the solidified darkness itself.

Heaven and earth were silent, only hoarse voices echoed.

"I promise you this in the name of the Kingdom of Heaven!"

Huai Shi raised her head and declared to the frozen souls: "Your mission and war are over. Your sacrifice is by no means meaningless. Your achievements are unmatched!

Next, no matter what happens, no matter what enemies stand in front of me, I will take you back home! "

At that moment, the Book of Destiny moved automatically without any wind.

New oaths and chapters were written quickly from it, and then, a waterfall of names emerged from it, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

All that was sacrificed in hell, all that was buried in the cemetery.

All names are recorded in it.

The glow rose, illuminating each painful eye, washing away the madness and despair, and returning to clarity.

Darkness boils.

From the high-pitched chirping, in the frame of the Nautilus, the endless disasters rose into the sky like a waterfall, radiating in all directions.

Like the blood of a monster, flowing to the bottom of the abyss.

And in the darkness that dissipated violently, countless tiny points of light fell, like raindrops of grace, spilling onto countless solidified souls.

"Go home...go home..."

The last cry echoed in the miraculous rain.

It was the lingering sound left by the departed souls, like the cry of a baby when it was born. The monster is slowly dying, in tears of relief.

The phantoms of the past finally turned back, smiled blessings on their successors, and disappeared in the light.

"teacher……"

Anton shed tears and felt the empty soul tapping his shoulder.

The old cowboy rode a horse and galloped past Foster. He whistled and put his hat on his head.

Foster froze on the spot for a long time, then slowly lowered his head.

Gregory stared at them enviously, as if waiting for something. After a long time, he shook his head and sighed, and looked away: "Old people can't watch this."

A clear laugh sounded from behind him, like a mischievous child.

Gregory turned around in shock, but saw nothing.

The laughter faded away.

No longer reachable.

The old alchemist stretched out his hand, and for a long time, he smiled in relief.

For a long time, for a long time, the blood and fire were extinguished, the disaster dissipated, the hatred and anger disappeared without a trace, and everything was silent again.

Only Huai Shi knelt on the ground, breathing hard, opening his mouth, and roaring silently.

In the dark!

The whirlpool of disaster visible to the naked eye enveloped his body, turning into a real distortion, radiating in all directions, constantly eroding his soul.

"Hey, Huaishi, don't force it, you...you..."

Gregory rushed forward with all his hands and feet, covering his body with layers of secrets, trying to protect his soul from being eroded, but everything was just a drop in the bucket.

He should have persuaded Huai Shi to give up, but... he couldn't say that!

"I'm fine."

Huai Shi raised her head, with blue-gray capillaries protruding on her face, like curse lines of disaster, and smiled with difficulty: "It's funny, I've eaten all the destructive elements, and I'm still afraid of... this little..."

Even though most of the erosion has dissipated with the suicidal dedication of the heroes, the disaster contained in the solidified souls has never weakened.

The Book of Destiny can strip away their consciousness and soul and return them to peace. But this solidification must be borne by someone.

Now, at least the degree of distortion equivalent to that of a ruler rests on him. Those condensation symptoms have completely frozen the sacred mark and soul of Da Siming, and even caused the Crow Group to undergo further transformation.

The darkness in Guixu surged.

It was like a huge burden, weighing on Huai Shi's consciousness.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just taking the blame. I'm used to this kind of thing."

Huai Shi collapsed on the ground, her smile twitching, she gritted her teeth, and drove nails into her body one after another, sealing the gate of Guixu.

A load beyond the limit was imposed on his soul.

Now, if he loses control, he will undoubtedly transform into a monster like a ruler, right?

The little correction he had accumulated over a long period of time could only be used as the last straw to maintain his sanity. Apart from that, there was probably nothing else he could do.

"It's all worth it, right?"

He raised his head, looked at the heroes' final gifts, and smiled.

Just where the darkness disappeared, an incomplete battleship revealed its outline, the frame returned to completeness, and in the core, there was a magnificent flash of light.

It’s like a collection of all the good wishes in the world.

Washed away the pain and despair of the past, it returned to crystal clarity. Amidst the distant sound of the tide, it shined with solemn and sacred light, waiting for the order to set off again.

That is the heart of the Nautilus.

——Deep Anthem Nemo Engine!

In the long silence, everyone stared at its appearance quietly for a long, long time.

"It's so beautiful." Anton sighed.

"Who says it isn't?"

Huai Shi smiled, raised her head hard, and looked at the sky, that ray of eternally shining light.

Their journey is finally over.

There is only the way home ahead.

This time, everyone will be together...

This volume is not over yet, there is more to come! But I have to take a day off tomorrow to take a breather... There are too many emotions that need to be brewed in the past two days to update. My forehead feels swollen and painful after writing every day, and I feel like I am almost burned out...

And, later on, the Easter egg chapter will feature a new cover designed for the book by Mr. KENG, the main comic writer of Apocalypse Forecast~