Really...... Be prepared.

Looking at the blazing light that reappeared above the realm of order, Jiasu sighed softly in the bottom of her heart.

There is nothing surprising -

She had anticipated this possibility long before the conference of arbitrators, but it was just ...... When this ending was really in front of her, there was still a little sour in her small chest.

After all, we're losers.

After suffering two counter-attacks in succession, the loser who was trapped by the oath.

Whether it is Augustus or the Order, their foundation comes from the Returnee faction, as companions who once fought side by side, even if they are not involved in the use of the Genesis Engine, but they definitely know its purpose, and it is not difficult to dig a pit in advance that they have to jump.

What is spent is nothing more than manpower, material resources and materials.

But it couldn't be more cost-effective to replace the arbiters' council, which was already riddled with holes under the attack of the returnees and the madmen, and the use of the world's supreme authority, the "Creation Engine".

Now—

We can only hope that those madmen who have fallen deeper and deeper in the process of "deep diving" can uncover the hole cards and cut off the sign that is buried in the collective human unconscious and leads "Him" to come.

The light of the eyes drooped slightly.

The girl closed her red pupils.

And at the same time,

Amy Ulysses opened her eyes, and her perspective and consciousness seemed to be roughly split in two by some higher-dimensional being.

Some of them were still in the middle of the venue, still watching the noise and amazement of the strange people like outsiders, while the other part was detached from the body, like duckweed, floating to infinity high.

It was a net, a net that encompassed most of the territory of order, a net that the glorious were no strangers to.

Artificial Celestial Realm.

That's what it's called.

Today, after going from life to death, and from death to life, his consciousness has undergone a rather subtle change—as if the limiter has been opened, and the appearance of the world—the mysteries that were completely incomprehensible and unrecognizable in the past—suddenly faded from the hazy veil on his body and revealed his true colors.

Although the construction of the artificial heavenly realm can be called ingenious, its essence is the same as Jiasu's dream space, which is different from the consciousness space of the real world.

There is probably only one big difference, and that is the breadth of involvement.

One is thanks to the power of Jiasu alone, although small and delicate enough, but it is not grandiose, and the other is involved, covering most of the territory of the order, and the details to be filled are simply innumerable, but once the framework is erected, it has a moving legal bearing.

With hundreds of thousands or even millions of devout believers as the cornerstone, and a network of common beliefs, the Order has built a magnificent space that is different from reality, but can unify reality from a higher level.

There it is—

There was the sound of a trumpet.

The winged people, who once had a one-sided relationship, sounded the trumpet.

"Woo......"

It doesn't sound surprising, but in this special world built purely by consciousness, the sound waves that should be formless and substantial have spread out as if they were substantive, and the spiritual world of hundreds of thousands or even millions of devout believers has been imported from top to bottom along the network of artificial heavenly realms.

In this instant, more than 100,000 people received the apocalypse.

They saw it—

Above the clouds, a winged people blew the first trumpet, and an endless stream of light cut through the darkness and engulfed everything like a monstrous wave crashing towards them.

The earth cracked, the rivers dried up, and the demons, humans, and plants and trees were reduced to embers without any struggle under the overly blazing light.

The kingdoms of the earth were destroyed.

Two-thirds of the entire territory of the order has been reduced to a forbidden area of death.

And that's just the beginning.

Without waiting for the "prophets" to panic, without waiting for the frenzy and panic to spread, the second horn was transmitted along the consciousness network built by the artificial celestial realm!

That is the wrath of the gods!

That is the Last Judgment!

It is also a stairway to heaven!

It is as Augustine said in The City of God: the kingdoms of the earth will be destroyed, but the kingdoms of heaven will come!

Holy!

The devout eulogize the sacred with their souls, like sparks that light up the night sky, and the hundreds of thousands of nodes in the artificial heavenly realm are lit up one by one, shining like a dream.

It's just that all this is not so good for the glorious people who stole the identity of the "pillar" that supports this network.

A huge amount of information, as well as a majestic power, poured into his body inexplicably.

Through the filtering and purification of the girl he captured in the Trial of the Sword-wielding, he poured towards the higher unit, towards the winged people who blew the horn.

In just an instant, the winged people who had had a relationship with each other were further elevated in the artificial heavenly realm, and under the embrace of thousands of divine rays, she became more and more transcendent, more and more beautiful, and more and more invisible.

Then the winged people raised their trumpets.

"Whew-"

The second sounded.

The sound is transmitted along the network into every node of the artificial celestial realm standing in the sea of human consciousness, and Amy Ulysses, who has acted as a transit station in itself, has received the information contained and transmitted in the second horn at this moment.

"The Second Winged People Blew the Trumpet"

The light of destruction fell into the sea, the waves steamed, the living beings were extinct, the terrible light radiation polluted the water sources, and all those who drank the water were cursed, their voices were hoarse and broken, their skin cracked, their wounds were pus, their body tissues proliferated abnormally, and ugly tumors were born on their bodies, until they died in pain and despair in weakness and powerlessness.

Images of the end of the world of desolation are conveyed to the devout ones who serve as the lowest cornerstone of the artificial celestial realm through Mana, who has been imprisoned in the body of the Glorious in some hitherto unknown way.

Some may see this as a vision of a madman, but many more see it as a symbol of the manifestation of the Lord they believe in.

Run to tell each other.

For a time, the apocalyptic rhetoric was boiling and loud.

But the panic did not come as expected.

The first to seize the ideological high ground is the faith that is rushing forward like a derailed steam train, and does not know where it will go, the crazy faith.

More light lit up, and the scale of the artificial celestial realm expanded exponentially.

In the same way, there has been an explosion of prophets and apocalypsees receiving these messages—further supporting the assertion that Judgment Day is imminent, supporting the Order's canonical prophecies about the end times, which in turn has contributed to the expansion of the artificial heavenly realm.

And like a snowball, it is getting bigger and bigger.

Even now, if you still can't guess the Order's plan, it's better to die headfirst.

-- Pretending to cultivate the truth.

Although he was not very clear about the game between the Order and the Arbiter Council represented by Jiasu, judging from the results, it was undoubtedly the Order's more clever means.

Augustus, the god of the earth, used himself, and the whole of the present Canaan as bait, to complete a rather beautiful change.

The meeting of arbitrators represented by Jiasu was redeemed.

Although for some unknown reason, the incredible figures who are eligible to attend the meeting of the arbiters do not seem to be able to directly intervene in the real world, but even so, they are a force to be reckoned with.

He even suspected that they were all ancestors.

The ancestors who lit the fire above the Chaos Fields and opened up the territory of order.

And after single-handedly redeeming the Arbiter's Council's ability to interfere with the present world, a new round of rituals was opened with the dark line of the expeditionary force that attracted firepower on the bright side.

The winged people, who had been hiding in it, unfurled the artificial celestial realm there, and unfurled the foundation of the ritual.

Then, using the famous "Apocalypse" in the Order's scriptures as a wedge, the half-truths and half-truths of "Seven Angels Blowing Seven Trumpets" are deduced into a silent picture, and through the natural connection between the artificial heavenly realm and believers, these fictional pictures are poured into the spiritual world of those believers who sincerely believe in the "Lord", creating an illusion of "Apocalypse", and relying on the Last Judgment and the manifestation of the gods, the faith is expanded on a large scale.

- In turn, to instill energy into the rituals that the Winged People are now presiding.

Even from the side of the enemy, Amy Ulysses had to praise the earth god for his methods, but this did not mean that the Glory One would be indifferent to what happened next, and watched as the winged people in front of him, who seemed to have some complex connection to him, blew seven trumpets to complete the positioning of the territory of order, so as to prompt the "he" who was high up to descend into this world.

So—

Can't put it off any longer!

However, just as he managed to put aside his complicated perceptions of the winged people he knew for a while, things happened in a way that no one could have imagined.

There was a singing voice bursting in.

The sheer light stained the pitch-black color, and the endless starry sky faded in patches.

Darkness spreads.

Written in a tone incomprehensible to man, without a score or even a single piece of rhythmic beauty, as if in the turbidity of distortion and deformation, thousands of monsters were twisted together, biting each other, making roars, wails, roars, moans, and moans, and then threw into a blender and stirred into a mess, and finally crumbled into a pulp in the juicer.

Even with the spiritual resistance of the Glorious One, he couldn't help but have a splitting headache.

no doubt

It's a song of destruction, and it's a song of blasphemy.

Even if you just listen to a few messy notes, the madness will come as expected.