People, all people, crowded with people, stuck to the observation window on the inside of the ring.

Most of them wore factory uniforms, which were not dirty, but they were also crumpled and looked new with oil stains on them.

Others were dressed cleanly, with the insignia of imperial officials sewn onto cloth, which was clearly a servant-type garment.

Men and women, young and old, all stared eagerly at the planet beyond the window, the faint green reflected on their pale faces.

Above the Star Ring, all the factories have been temporarily suspended, and the city of the Star Ring, on the streets, is empty.

Almost all of the Barbaros had come to the Ring's Observation Zone, leaving behind their jobs in the factories, leaving behind their jobs in the service of Imperial officials, and their wives and children in waiting for that historic moment—

The day Barbaros eliminated the poison gas.

Everyone is waiting.

The tall Barbaros Death Guards were scattered among the crowd, and they were specially sent by Legion Commander Motarian to maintain order, but in reality, the quiet crowd did not need much management.

Motarian's intention was not to let these Barbaros death guards manage the crowd, and the tall primordial was already aware of the small commotion about Barbaros in the Legion.

After all, they are also Barbarosians.

The Death Guards appear to be standing guard, but they are actually observing their own planet.

Everybody's watching, everybody's waiting.

People stand in the star ring, look down, and look at this beautiful planet that is blue and green, which is their home.

Hades stood on the moor, looking upwards at the perennial mist, the cage that imprisoned the Barbaros people.

The tall black tower stands still above the vast land.

This moment is finally here, the pointer is going to the scale outside of fate, the stage built by meditation will eventually collapse, and the drama that has been played with for a long time will go to the four fields under the stage and start a story of its own.

In a small room inside the main tower, Hades was staring at a rudimentary screen, above which lights flickered.

Every time a red light flashes, it means that a black tower is ready, thanks to Lady Heifa and the Sisters of Silence led by her, who will be in charge of checking the status of the secondary tower.

In the distance, the Sisters of Silence stood silently and solemnly in the watchtower next to the Black Tower, checking the state of the Black Tower one last time, as instructed by Hades.

Soon, all the red lights were on.

The radio waves from Greier came, and all kinds of machines controlled by the Mechanic Sect were also ready, and it was guaranteed that the next giant machines would be deployed as soon as the anti-psionic domain ended.

The sages of Gree, with their cathars and servants, weave through the highest atmosphere of Barbarus, and the giant machinery is hoisted in the air by the shuttles, shaking slightly.

This is just the minimum distance that can be reached by the anti-psionic domain.

All the sensors were turned on, and the sages were reluctant to miss every detail that followed.

It's okay, it's all set.

Hades sighed softly, and he focused on it, holding up the obituary, the blade pointing downward, inserting it into a gap in the ground, the massive blade of the blade tightly touching the black ground.

This is where the circuit of the Black Tower is disconnected.

The signal is sent that the main tower is starting to recharge.

Above the ring, Motarian stared at Barbarus, the original body felt a rare tenseness, and the poisonous gas slowly drifted down his armor, piling up into a misty hill at Motarion's feet.

The Vaux beside him also didn't say a word, staring at Barbarus closely.

Hades took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and carefully began to manipulate his black domain.

The black domain followed the obituary, slowly flowed down, quickly filled the gap, and then began to flow in the direction of the loop.

Tiny green lightning began to appear around Hades, and these tiny green lights surged irregularly, as if space was beginning to crack.

Except for the bright green, all colors are fading, losing color, and becoming hollow

Above the wasteland, faint green flashes pierced through the mist, looming, the sky trembled, and the beasts panicked.

The beasts scattered and fled into the wilderness, and the eagles flew away in a panic, but the pus eagles at the tail of the group flew slower and slower, slower and slower

It fell straight to the earth.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of dark green lightning storms surged into the sky, the lightning and flint pierced through the 10,000-year-old mist, and the thunderbolt piercing like the screams of the dead tore through the space, and the whole world was turned upside down!

The world trembled, trembled, trembled, space began to blur, vision became confused, and in the thick mist, violent lightning rolled like waves, and the fog was torn apart, disassembled, and swallowed.

Frantic screams and muffled mutters came from a corner of subspace, but here and now, the laws of physics regained their supremacy, disorder and chaos were the clutter discarded by the physical gods, and the solid laws would lay the foundation here, and everything would run under the path of order and rules.

Rushing, converging, churning, washing over everything in the world, and also crowded and rushed into his mind.

Hades watched it all.

The face is expressionless, there is no sadness and no joy.

All beings die.

- Underworld - Advent - Advent -

Everything is silent, everything is still, everything is faded.

The tyranny just now seemed to be just a glimpse, and the souls watching the miracle blinked in disbelief, but nothing was left but a slightly billowing mist.

Then, the color begins to fade.

The colors fade into the distance of sight like waves lapping against the shore.

All souls will fade away, and they will be silent at the bottom of the sea, far more lonely than death.

The creatures here are destined to have a chaotic undertone, and fanatical emotions may have been the cornerstone of these souls in the first place.

Here fate does not welcome him.

Hades stood on the shore, looking at the corpses under the water, the corpses of birds, bones and beasts everywhere, and on the other side of time, it would be covered with human remains.

The skull also stared at him vacantly.

"Why are you here?"

It asked, its eyes flashing scarlet, like blood.

Hades blinked, and the red glow of the indicator light lit up.

This represents the end of the first phase.

Hades stiffly pulled out the obituary and looked around him in disbelief, a strong sense of unreality squeezing him.

Heavy, he felt tired.

In the dark, there was nothing but the flash of the indicator light.

Hades tried to leave, and he opened the door of the room with a bang, and thick moisture hit his face.

It's raining.

Hades took off his helmet, and the raindrops of beans hit his face, dripping down his cheeks and brushing the scar that ran through his entire face.

Hades took a deep breath, and the fresh moisture instantly filled his nostrils.

It reminded him of the smell of rain in the community at the beginning.

The rainstorm began to wash everything away.

(End of chapter)