It was pitch black.

Pitch-black clouds obscured the sky, like layers of complex lead lumps overlapping, condensing in the sky.

Between the sky and the earth, sprawling cities rise above the wasteland.

The dimly starlight came out of nowhere, illuminating its sharp edges. Even in the dark, you can distinguish the outline of the extreme magnificence and majesty.

Standing on a foundation of bronze and black iron, the body is cast in silver, and the top is decorated with lapis gold, and steel forms its prototype, casting it into a miracle that is not easy to come.

When the sun shines down from the sky, the whole city seems to be bathed in the light of God, holy and solemn. But now there is no sunlight, it is in the middle of the night, and everything is covered in darkness.

Ye Qingxuan stared at the city.

－

In the darkness, he saw the great earthquake trembling and thundering.

A crimson glow flowed from the chasm, like a blood-flowing stream seeping out of the soil beneath the city, to swim upstream, covering it completely.

The thunder grew stronger.

The vast city then stumbled, as if it were about to be overthrown by something hidden beneath the city.

The thunderclaps overlapped and sounded one after the other like landslides. But that kind of voice is vague, like the wailing of thousands of people, one after another!

- Hell is falling, Nose is calling!

At this moment, the wailing and thundering roared like never before, and the waves visible to the naked eye spread from the earth. Even this sacred city was in turmoil.

Immediately after, a crack broke open in the iron wall.

This is the first rift.

－

At the top of a tall tower at the very top of the city.

The closest place to the clouds, and also the darkest, is where someone overlooks the whole city. The storm swept in from afar, turning into a swirling eye over the city, and the hurricane whipped his robes and hunted.

In the wind, the cigarette at the corner of his mouth flickered brightly and flickering.

He stood on the edge of the tower, overlooking the Holy City and the blood-soaked earth beneath it, watching the earth turbulent.

"The third layer of the Wall of Sighs has been breached!"

When the third roar resounded between heaven and earth, behind the smoking man, someone trembled and prayed.

The pale-faced clerk hugged the pillar with a frightened look in his eyes: "A quarter of an hour ago, it had already set foot on the path of the rising sun, and the 'hell' and 'purgatory' left by Master Dante have now been destroyed, and there is still heaven left." ”

"Heaven can't stop it. The smoker shook his head.

"The Knights Templar and the Hymn have assembled. Arming at Armageddon is currently underway. ”

"What about the Holy Spirits?" the man asked.

The clerk closed his eyes and listened, his voice trembling: "Agni was damaged in battle, and is now dormant again. Jupiter is awakening, and the god of wind and thunder has entered the abyss, hoping to stop it. ”

"It's useless, it's the Doomsday Red Dragon with a sevenfold crown. ”

The man shook his head again: "When it was sealed by the first three kings with a large chain, a third of the stars fell into the abyss with it. The Holy Spirit of a twin body is no match for it.

Issue, under the name of the 'Nibelungen'. ”

The man who smoked whispered:

- Awaken all the Holy Spirit. ”

The clerk was stunned, he thought of the consequences, so his face turned pale: "However, if the Qing Emperor goes crazy again, the Holy City may ......"

In the darkness, the man glanced back at him, as if looking at a timid idiot: "Then use blood sacrifice, let him go to the battlefield sober." ”

“......”

The clerk's lips curled, speechless.

"Even if you are afraid, then be afraid after the destruction of the Holy City. The man smoking said lightly: "But if the abyss under the Holy City is opened by it, it will destroy more than the Holy City." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The clerk bowed his head, and then, as if he were holding his voice in the wind, it suddenly reached the city below.

"And ......"

In the darkness, the man smoking suddenly said, "Inform all the bishops, get ready in the Hall of Bronze." It's time to play Destiny. ”

The clerk looked up in astonishment, only to see him snuff out the cigarette in his fingertips, then turned back and pushed open the door, and at his waist, the long sword called 'Gate of Heaven' reflected a cold light.

In the wind, the man's voice was like the clatter of a sword.

- Tell them that the Pope will personally go to battle. ”

－

－

The earth trembled, and the overlapping tunes could not suppress the thunder.

The call of Ah Nose from under the Nine Lands resounded between heaven and earth, stirring the pitch-black clouds and brewing electric light. The wild lightning was like the whip of the evil god, and it continued to whip over the holy city.

The city is bathed in the glow of thunder.

A huge crack opened from the ground beneath the city, like the earth opened its mouth to swallow it into its belly.

Ye Qingxuan stood on that crack and looked down, and saw the iron flow in the belly of the earth.

It was the reflection of the Knights Templar assembled in an array.

Heavy armor weighing tons covered the bodies of those warriors, and it was impossible to imagine that those heavy armor were driven by human bodies. When it works, it's like the Gaian giant recorded in the Holy Scriptures, unstoppable.

At this moment, thousands of them gathered together, chainsaws and heavy spears, and rushed into the darkness.

As the iron boots crashed against the rocks, the music inscribed on the armor lit up to the roaring of footsteps, chanting the hymns of the gods.

This is the voice of heaven, the power of the chant spreading, spreading with blazing light.

The light illuminated a huge pupil.

Under the cracks of the layers of seals, there were dozens of meters of huge beastly vertical pupils that pierced through the darkness and light, staring at the sky.

It was the trembling feeling of the leopard in the tube, and for a second, Ye Qingxuan's gaze met it. An indescribable cold and hideousness poured into his eyes like a tidal wave, causing him to scream.

Then came the roar of the dragon, which shook the earthquake and nearly collapsed the holy city.

As a result, the layers of iron were torn apart, and in its gaze, an indescribable weight spread out. The Iron Samurai who rushed towards the dragon's pupil were crushed to the ground, their heavy armor making a screeching sound.

Soon, it was crushed by the sheer force, and blood splattered out of the scarred pieces of iron.

Directly above the seal, the Legion of Songs was nearly wiped out.

At that moment, the hymns sung by the chants in unison were interrupted, the aether spiraled out of their hands, and the power of the gods was usurped by the demons in the seal, turning into blood-colored ravens.

An endless tide of ravens poured out of the darkness, flapping their wings and screaming to engulf the musicians and dissect their flesh and blood.

"Woe to you!"

"Woe to you!"

"Woe to you!"

In the void, the dragon's roar, like countless wails, suddenly changed, like countless sinners singing in unison in hell. The aether turned into a blood-colored glow under that power, engulfing all resistance that could be seen.

This is the power of natural disasters.

Four hundred years ago, the Doomsday Red Dragon, the most powerful natural disaster sealed by the Three Kings, woke up from the abyss, tore through layers of seals, and was about to fly into the sky, spreading blood and fire in the human sky with its wings.

But at that moment, a blazing stream of light rose from the Holy City.

The souls of the dead who had been sleeping in the temple and had been transformed by the sages and musicians had finally awakened!

It's like countless bright stars have been ignited and rushed into the sky!

In the Pope's hand, the blade of the sword called the Gate of Heaven was raised high, pointing towards the abyss, and so those innumerable streams of blazing light fell, throwing themselves into the dark abyss.

In that glow, the awakened Holy Spirit raised its scepter and emitted a burning light.

In the deep darkness, a little light lit up like a candle in the wind, but it was connected to each other, forming an embankment of light, blocking the tide of darkness!

In the abyss, overlapping notes turned into a symphony, and incredible power spread one after another in the darkness of the abyss. The legendary scores that can only be seen in ancient texts are now reappearing.

For a moment, Ye Qingxuan thought that the Doomsday Red Dragon had been suppressed......

But soon, the thunder of the abyss resounded in the abyss.

In the darkness, the furious red dragon opened its eyes, and the sevenfold crown released a terrifying blood light.

The world is in turmoil.

In Ye Qingxuan's perception, time seemed to have become discontinuous, the pictures were constantly intertwined, difficult to see, and the endless light stung his pupils.

In the light, the dragon danced wildly.

－

For a moment, everything fell silent.

The world froze in that moment.

Ye Qingxuan turned around in astonishment and saw the figure at the top of the Holy City.

Endless aetheric brilliance guarded beside him, illuminating his grim countenance. He stretched out his hand and pressed it into the void, but the entire holy city lit up, and it was finally awakened.

The black clouds that coiled around the top of the Holy City were torn apart, and the light of the stars fell from the sky to illuminate the tragic battlefield.

In the abyss, the Doomsday Red Dragon roared and roared wildly, with a premonition that something terrifying was coming. But in this frozen world, everything is imprisoned in a cage, and no one can stop what is going on.

"Destiny?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at the figure and subconsciously whispered.

In the next moment, the Pope's hands fell, and the sound of the world shattering resounded!

The sky shook, and a terrible rift rose in the east and set in the west, across the night sky. The light of the stars and the moon vanished and turned into a dark vortex.

The starry sky was rolling like blankets being overlapped, and just above that distorted sky, God was shedding the light of destruction on the world.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't see anything.

He could only feel the roar around him, but the human eardrums could no longer accept the terrible sound. By the time the first majestic sound of the stars colliding spread, his perception was shattered.

Everything became like a desperate nightmare.

The world collapsed, the earth was scorched, and the fire rose into the sky, scorching the heavens.

Everything is headed for destruction......

In the end, only the sound of shattering remains, like a demon chewing on the wreckage of the world.

－

That terrifying feeling made Ye Qingxuan wake up from the nightmare, open his eyes, and gasp for breath.

Screams rang out one after another.

"Ah!!!h

"Help! Someone, someone!"

"A natural disaster is coming!

In the huge lecture hall, screams rang out one after another. Hundreds of students woke up from their nightmares. Their faces were pale, barely able to discern where they were.

As the huge illusion dissipated, on the podium, the lecturer who was smoking black tea raised his head and looked down at the frightened group of students with pleasant eyes.

"What you saw just now is the scene of the 'Abyss Battle' three hundred years ago. He said, "That's what I'll teach you in the first lesson."

-- The fate of the never-ending war between mankind and natural disasters. ”

――――――――

Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the browser mode, and the layout of that chapter in the morning was a mess. Now delete it and resend it.

In addition, it has not been a month yet, and the book has already been on the new book list because the word count has reached 200,000, which is really sad......