A huge blood-colored full moon hung above the gray and broken sky, and the surface of the moon was like a sea of blood, ebb and flow.

There is no sun, no bright aurora and starry curtain, day and night are silent.

Except for the Blood Moon, all eyes could see were small and dying stars.

Vast, barren, dead silence.

Gray mist, the earth submerged in a dreamlike sea, naked white-haired girl stood in the center of the world, looking up at the broken sky.

The sea flowing with the remnants of the old dreams, not reaching her waist, like a masterpiece of immature flesh, the little pigeon stood upright, and there was indifference in his eyes.

There should have been one last tree here, but it burned down, and the water flooded up.

This was also the place where life was created.

Ten mottled and ancient, blue and black stone statues, beheaded or pierced through the heart, none of them intact, and the severed remains collapsed into the water, surrounding the maiden like a dilapidated wall.

They have built the kingdom of the afterlife on this fog and ashes.

But the king of the old world was still not satisfied with this, and even tried to shoot down the sun, so he ended up like this.

Even death is departed from them.

Only the fireless embers remain, washed away by the years.

She has stood here since she was born.

The tree tomb guarded by the lowly kings is her throne.

Henggu's countless memories are like torrents, she can't resonate, there is no joy or sorrow, but she is immersive.

They call this soul sound "inheritance".

The anger from the bloodline has always made her grow, and she has no sense of belonging to this anger, but she will still respond to the expectations of her people and embark on the path of destiny to defeat the sun.

The embers were watching her, and she knew she might be the best of them all.

The blood of the gods is so pure, exhausting all the wisdom of the people of the old world for thousands of years, and finally regaining some of the authority of the myth.

She had approached the first generation of the ancient, glorious years.

Shoot down a dying sun, he has done, and she will do it.

In her present life a few days ago, she had witnessed the exhaustion of fate, and the scorching sun could no longer overwhelm her.

After thousands of years of development of those apostatists, there are indeed some strong people who need to be taken seriously by her at this time.

For example, the woman that day.

But that's all, she's not growing up, she's going back.

That hypocritical world is not about to face a new demon king.

It's the oldest of the ends.

She just has to wait for her body to mature.

Time is meaningless to a girl who has no emotions, and she will not feel impatient or impatient. The more than ten years before the catastrophe were only a short moment for the long years in her duties.

In the gray mist outside the giant's ruins, the blindfolded gray-haired prophet treaded water.

"Your Majesty."

She knelt in the water and respectfully reciprocated:

"Minister, the position of the brave has been divined."

Tia's calm and indifferent pupils moved slightly.

"Where?"

"The South, the City of the Beginning."

"What else?"

“...... No matter how you look, you don't see the future he shows you. ”

The Prophet's voice seemed hesitant, "I'm afraid, that's just a dirty trick used by the brave." ”

"Dirty?"

Tia was slightly puzzled, she didn't understand what the word meant.

"It's just.... Meaning that interferes with your mind. ”

"Oh."

Tia bowed slightly, although she still didn't quite understand, but she didn't care.

She didn't want to pay too much attention to the man.

"Let Rob get him."

Tia paused, "Alive." ”

"Commandment."

The Prophet prostrated and buried his head in the water, swallowed up by the sea.

Tia looked up at the sky again, returning to her silent and cold form.

Time seems to be slowing down.

It was like throwing a stone into the waveless water of an ancient well, and the ripples made her very uncomfortable.

The appearance of herself in the crystal ball made her a little curious.

The self in the crystal ball is strange, overwhelmed, and caring.

I seemed to be very happy.

Tia rarely wanted anything, or never had. But she was tempted to get the man over and ask him how he did it.

And then kill again.

After all, it's the brave.

So the empty time began to be difficult.

Fortunately, the world above the ashes is not always so boring.

The evening came.

Without the suppression of fire, the door above the vault of heaven will loosen.

The sky then twisted inexplicably.

The time when the stars in the sky flickered has changed.

It was a rotten "astral" eyeball, and all the pale and godless pupils in the entire sky stared at her as if consciously.

The spiritual pollution from the starry sky overflows from these indescribable sights.

The huge blood moon actually came to life, the moon crater on the surface turned into disgusting wriggling skin, and countless deformed and terrifying slippery tentacles stretched out from the far side of the moon.

Like a jellyfish, it roams in the eerie depths of the sky.

The canopy of heaven was knocked open by the living blood moon, and several large holes in the darkness and depth.

It is not a physical tear, but a kind of spatial degradation and destruction, this thin canopy of heaven is collapsing and shattering, countless internal organs stained with yellow-green pus stretching out from the cracks in the canopy, these organs are covered with dense deformed hands and feet, they are proliferating wildly.

The sky turned into a sea of living festering flesh.

It was as if something wanted to squeeze in from the other side of the canopy.

Under the constant wriggling, the blood moon finally cracked, and the moon turned into something like two sarcomas, a huge astral body's faceless corpse churned its internal organs, poking out of the cracks of the moon, and the rotting white bone giant claw held a spear, and new pink flesh continued to grow on its back, and an umbilical cord connected it to the blood moon, slowly descending.

And the deadwood spear, which looked exactly like Ganganir, was grabbed by the celestial giant and pointed directly at the demon king!!

The spiritual pollution cast by the entire sky onto the earth almost condensed into a chaotic substance, pressing on Tia alone.

She raised her eyes and met the stars that had come to life.

The eyes are clear and cold.

Dragon scales emerged from under her skin, covering her naked, delicate body.

Huge dragon wings stretched out from the smooth back, and then a little flame ignited from the dragon wing's wing membrane———

Pooled into salary.

Burning the sky and the earth.

At the end of the Cataclysmic Era, the nameless king abandoned his throne and took over the embers in the capital of sinful karma and turned into a salary.

After the undead left.

She, or rather, they, are the last watchers of the abyss.

The old wheel of the sun will eventually fall.

And she, will take her place.

The abyss is degrading in horror.

Above the old world,

The sun rises. Heaven and earth are bright.