Dundor's face turned pale. The body trembled involuntarily.

The will of the plane.

is leaving him.

Although this process is very long, Dun Erdo knows that once this process begins, his connection with the will of the plane will weaken little by little, and eventually be completely severed. His vaunted abilities, his control over the entire plane, and the roots of his status will disappear without a trace.

The will of the plane has begun to give up on him.

What the hell is going on!?

Who is it that has been recognized by the will of the plane!?

Dundo's mind was in turmoil. Fear, panic, and so on.

This is extremely rare in him, who has ruled this starry sky for a hundred years. But by this time Dundo could not care. Because he has no way out. Looking at the blue mist drifting from his fingertips, Dundo looked hollow and said in a voice that seemed to be illusory.

"Right away, contact Your Majesty. I ask for immediate attention. ”

"But my lord, this is impossible. It will take seventy-two hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds before the next synchronization of our plane. ”

"Enable the forced synchronization system, I'll solve the resource aspect, and in addition, I'll let the plane cooperate." Dundordo interrupted the scholar. I can't refuse.

"No matter what, at what cost."

"Your Excellency!!" The scholar was startled, and his glasses almost fell to the ground.

Forced sync? Is it so simple to say? This isn't a ship or a planet, it's a plane. Even turning a spaceship requires trillions of propulsion, how much does it take to rotate a plane? Yes, they do have a system for forcibly synchronizing, but it is used in the most urgent situations, and the conditions are harsh, and the price paid is even more terrifying. From the time it was successfully built, the system was never activated.

Could it be that now, the end of the universe is not possible?

"Execute it right away." Dundo's gaze finally coalesced. But it revealed an unprecedented ferocity. Looking at his bloodshot eyes, the scholar finally understood something, and he didn't dare to be verbose anymore.

Looking at his rolling back, Dundo's face twitched.

I'm afraid. It was the last time he manipulated the plane...... But as long as he can really get His Majesty's attention, then he still has a future. Otherwise......

Dundo didn't dare to think about it.

………………………………

At the same time, on the planet of the source of the desert, all civilizations began to go extinct. Their old men are gone, women are gone, warriors are gone, even children. It also began to turn into a blue haze. Villages are becoming more and more empty, and countries are losing their vitality. Across the planet, life is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye. The smoke of cooking is gone, and civilization is cut off.

From the forest of the moon of the eyes, Qingyue silently looked at all this, feeling the weakening of the faith power in her body.

Her country is about to dissolve.

In fact, the first country to dissipate was Trismo, and the 10,000 warriors brought by Xiuji turned into blue mist in front of her eyes. Then came her subjects, the birds and beasts of the jungle......

It's a pretty scary. Very weird process. But Qingyue's face has never changed, and in her beautiful, hazy eyes like the moon are calm as water.

"Old minister...... I also want to say goodbye to Your Majesty. ”

An old voice came from behind him. Qingyue didn't look back. She knew that it was a bitter moon, an old courtier who had followed her for fifty years. As the minister of the Moon Kingdom, Qingyue gave him extremely high honor. also gained his boundless loyalty.

Qingyue sighed and said without looking back. "Go ahead."

"Yes. Your Majesty. Kuyue nodded, and before she could stand up, she turned into a blue mist. It also flew into the depths of the jungle.

Soon, Qingyue was around. There was no one again.

Jungle, there is no one again.

There is no one left on the earth.

But the strange thing is that Qingyue is still fine. He didn't turn into a blue mist, and he didn't die because he broke off his faith. She stood silently, watching the whole country perish, watching the jungle deserted, watching the earth empty. In the end, it seems that only she is left in the entire world.

"Finally...... It's going to end. ”

Qingyue muttered softly, as if she was talking to someone.

"Just like when Trismo died. Are you about to start a new cycle again? ”

"It's just this cycle, but it's not what you want, I can feel the fear in your heart, and despair......"

"What makes you who you are? Is it because of the cosmic warrior who just went down? ”

"You've been rejecting me and rejecting me. It's because I carry your intellect and wisdom. You are afraid, afraid that when I merge with you again, it may occupy your subject. Trismo didn't do it at first, but I ...... But it seems to be possible. ”

"Thank you to the cosmic warrior."

Qingyue suddenly smiled slightly, so beautiful, so hazy.

Then she turned and headed for the sacred place deep in the jungle. That was where she started, and now, and will be where she ends. There's something she fears, and there's a future for her............

And at this time, the deepest part of the Holy Land.

The will of the plane has swelled to a jaw-dropping level.

I saw that in the vast and endless void, a super-large blue mist vortex was slowly rotating, and endless golden silk threads flashed in its body, just like a super-huge space fortress. Its size is simply too large, reaching hundreds of kilometers in height alone, and it is impossible to see the end at a glance. A large number of regular lines have begun to condense, revealing mysterious symbols. Fighting with the abyssal forces of the void.

The entire planet's Isolate has been recovered by the Planar Will, and is now its strongest form.

It had to do this, because otherwise it would not be able to fight the abyss brought by the Blood Pupil. But even so, the will of the plane is actually walking on thin ice.

The abyssal force is too terrifying, too powerful.

I saw that in the endless void, there was also a vast sea of blood rolling and boiling. A large number of black silk threads descended from it, like the roots of an old tree, reaching into the regular lines of each plane. Compared to the tense and sensitive will of the plane, the force of these abysses is very steady, slow, but absolute. They are not impatient and do not invade quickly. But every time a regular line is attacked, the force of the plane itself will be weakened by one point.

In this way, in just half an hour, the threads of rules scattered around the void were eaten by the abyss and turned into the same black silk threads. The vortex body of the plane's will shrunk out of thin air.

The blood pupil stood above the whirlpool, watching it shrink little by little, little by little towards death.

"It's over."

In the shadow of the blood pupil, endless black runes flickered. "Your resistance is worthless. After all, the enemy of the abyss is the real universe, and you are just a tumor. ”

"Now...... There are two choices you can make. One is to surrender ......"

"The second is death." (To be continued......)

PS: One more.