NABC Chapter 934 The Twilight Era
Chapter 934 The Twilight Era
Chapter 934 The Twilight Era
Just like the essence of alchemy, you must give up something in order to gain something.
After the gods relinquished their own "existence," all intelligent species in this world gained the qualification to imitate the gods and become gods themselves.
Even though not everyone possesses the talent to be in harmony with the gods, the mortal world, with its vast population and sacred marks, now boasts a divine projection far surpassing that of the past.
Even today, many high-ranking Ascended beings continue to fight against darkness in every corner of the world.
“Sooner or later, you will walk with God into the twilight.”
Odin's voice echoed in Gao Xuanwu's mind.
Even though various memories were mixed and intertwined, he still remembered the prophecy left by the living god before the final restart.
Does this mean the end of the world will always come?
Gao Xuanwu stood for a long time under the leaden rain clouds, holding an umbrella. A Maybach was parked by the roadside at the school gate, but Ricardo, the incarnation of Odin, had disappeared. There was only a full-time driver who used his boss's car to pick up his daughter from school.
"See you tomorrow, Feng Chuanxiang."
See you tomorrow, Su Youli.
The driver was driving a Maybach with his daughter, whom he had given a local name and who lived with his ex-wife after she remarried, heading towards the overpass.
This time, Gao Xuanwu did not disturb the other party. He had already automatically awakened his bloodline and become an Ascended One. He also knew exactly how to obtain the Holy Mark and did not need a guide.
He took out the Three True Moon Token, glanced at it, and then turned to board the bus home.
Since there is twilight before nightfall, let's wait for now.
May the present world see the next dawn.
Void and Abyss Duality Research Area
"Still haven't found a solution?" Chen Jun said wearily, supporting his forehead.
“You can think of these periodic cosmic cycles as weakened void cataclysms,” Tavel said, manipulating the model on the tablet.
"The civilization within this experimental group does not possess void creatures, nor does it have our existing technology. Even if the end of the world is postponed, the success rate of creating the next era is still only ten percent."
Rarely having the opportunity to study the outer dimension void and abyss, shortly after the Witch's Night began, Xiling used the mental link between Song Shuhang and Chen Jun from their previous dream to build a universe whose time flow was completely synchronized with the interior of the Witch's Night.
Everything that happens in another world will be projected into this universe and then analyzed.
"What if we transfer our core technologies to them?" Chen Jun asked.
“Resources are mismatched, and there is not enough time left. This civilization cannot develop to the same level as us, and,” Tavel paused, then said, “the void dimension where this civilization is located is about to be covered by the abyss. With our technology, we can only go to the outer void dimension.”
"That's why this research is so valuable." Chen Jun lowered his arm and tapped his index finger on the table. "It's a pity. If it could have developed in a stable environment with more time, perhaps we could have seen many different results."
"Jun, don't you think the Abyss is too active?" Sandra said, eating a puffed-up nebula cake.
"There's also this setting where calamities and miracles are equal. To the universe itself, there's no difference; they're both world-destroying forces. Do you think if we were to fully intervene, wouldn't a bunch of Abyss Spirits be replicated in the Abyss?"
"Yes." Chen Jun sighed.
"So even with all the 'gods' sacrificing themselves and various cheat codes, this civilization is still struggling to survive; it's practically hell mode for a developing civilization."
"Speaking of which, Shuhang, isn't it a miracle that you're still alive?"
He looked at the screen curiously.
In the third-person perspective of a muscular squirrel, Song Shuhang, munching on a pine cone, wears a look of persecution and grievance on his face.
"Just kidding." Chen Jun coughed twice.
"Aren't we discussing a rehearsal of the worst-case scenario?" Song Shuhang said, looking up at the sky.
As we can see, ever since the gods transformed themselves into holy marks and Klein's spirituality merged into all things, the black dragon in the Land of Mist and its minions have been getting thrashed by mortal civilization and Odin.
Therefore, the future scene projected in the Three Truths in the Same Month Order not only did not show any signs of the end times, but instead presented a thriving scene.
But this does not mean the problem is solved.
Life and death, the cycle continues endlessly.
The World Tree, which succeeded the Immortal Era, will still face the arrival of the apocalypse.
Whether it's the Emperor of the Dragon-Han Era or Ragnarok in Norse mythology.
Ultimately, it means that the lifespan of the world has come to an end, and there is no way to extend one's life and live a second life like in fantasy novels. One must be reborn through reincarnation.
At this stage, Nidhogg, born from this era, is no longer the greatest threat. As a dragon that drives the world toward destruction, its role now is merely to gnaw on tree roots and hasten the arrival of this point in time.
When the end of the world comes.
The remnants of the old world from the previous era and the era before that will come seeking them out, in addition to the void being corrupted by the abyss.
The civilization that obtained the power called 'Stigmata' and pursued the path of the gods only gained a weapon to fight back, preventing them from being wiped out by the other side using their authority.
Now, the core questions of this Witch's Night have been brought up once again: how to allow life to evolve in the abyss, and how to ensure the survival and continuation of the entire civilization.
Unfortunately, we are still unable to obtain a final answer.
Even though Chen Jun and the others suspected that this was just an enhanced version of the Abyss exercise provided by Su Lin using the original ideas from Witch's Night, they didn't want to give up this rare opportunity because of a little difficulty.
The data contained therein can provide tremendous help for the alliance's future explorations.
What if we reverse our thinking?
Lin Xue said, "Since creating miracles can lead to calamities, can actively creating a calamity of a certain scale be exchanged for a miracle?"
[Like Huai Shi and Shen Yuan Lie Ri?] Song Shuhang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his eyes lighting up: [This method might work!]
He relayed this idea to the surviving group members, as well as to Yan Sen and Han Li, who were still in charge and considered reliable.
Afterwards, the group convened a meeting with the remaining explorers.
"Actively create a world-destroying calamity in exchange for a miracle?"
"The setting you're describing seems familiar."
"Have you seen this somewhere before?"
Listening to the scholars and staff of the astronomical society discussing, Huai Shi trembled with fear.
"Isn't that Nidhogg?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
call--!
Huai Shi let out a relaxed breath, kicking up a lot of the grass on the ground.
"But that won't work. Not to mention that Nidhogg has become the darling of the Abyss in this era, we simply have no way to avoid being affected by the Abyss after the era is destroyed!"
This is similar to the situation where the fragments of the corresponding area are turned into hell after the current realm is restarted.
The events in Shanghai, Australia, and Yamatai have occurred countless times, creating far more artificial hells than those naturally occurring.
The only difference, and what's even more sinister, is that as long as the remnants of the world enter the abyss, the beings of this era will inevitably be affected by the old world, gradually turning into bizarre creatures under the erosion of the abyss.
“We’re finished the moment the world is destroyed; we’ll only be able to live in hell,” Lucien said. “A small elite group can explore hell for a long time, but the entire civilization simply cannot.”
As a veteran member of the Hell Archaeology Team, whose average annual survival rate is less than 60%, yet who still lives to the point of retirement, Lucien knows all too well how terrifying it is to explore the abyss and survive in Hell at different depths.
"No normal civilization can maintain order in hell, nor is hell suitable for it."
"Have."
Ai Qing interrupted him, saying, "Don't we have a living hell here?"
?
Everyone was stunned at first, then looked at the giant husky lying there. Even Lucien did not seem uncomfortable about being interrupted; instead, he looked like he had just woken up.
The super husky looked up, stunned, and looked completely clueless as to who it was, where he was, and what had happened: "What do you want?"
"I'll remodel you," Ai Qing said.
As long as it's not a scam to get me to attend an egg-slaughtering party or something like that, it's fine.
Huai Shi accepted.
In the following time, his living hell was surrounded by a bunch of scholars, and people were building houses, farming, raising animals, and creating some kind of ecosystem on the area on his back.
After testing, the conclusion was that it is an ecologically suitable place to live.
"Is this some kind of timeline and destiny coming together?" Huai Shi rolled his eyes.
Although you feel like you have inexhaustible strength when pulling a sled, in the end, will you still be destined to carry civilization forward as before?
There's no downside to it either.
Carrying the whole world on one's back is pretty cool for a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) teenager, but of course, it is also a bit heavy, and one can easily break down if one is not careful.
Huai Shi asked, "Do you have a way to sever the connection between the life forms of the old world and the world itself?"
“Isn’t this simple, Huai Shi?” Iwamori looked at the top of the World Tree.
"Okay. I ate it all up." After weighing her appetite, Huai Shi swallowed with difficulty: "But this is a big project."
We have to compete with the black dragon for food.
And even greater than His appetite.
Most importantly...
"We'll have to wait until this world becomes hell."
Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "The only thing I can devour is hell."
Their sense of time began to blur. In the long wait, everyone awaited the end of the world, awaiting the inevitable Ragnarok.
Over the course of a thousand or two thousand years, it seems to have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the inheritance of myths, and the reappearance of the shadows of old friends in certain intelligent beings.
However, these records are not very important compared to the grand narrative of the world as a whole.
Before they knew it, they had arrived in the future.
On this day, in the Hvagmir Spring of Niflheim, the Land of Mist, Nidhogg, along with the countless abyssal serpents that sprouted from his body, bit off the tree root in front of him.
The alarm sounded first from the outpost in the Land of the Dead, and then the leaves of the World Tree quickly withered.
“We are the king of all trash cans, and a new trash bag is about to be opened. How can you stop here?” the piper asked.
The pitch-black train traveled deep into the abyss, accompanied by the breaking of one of the roots of the World Tree. Representatives of various types of garbage all looked up at the king sitting on the throne of the metal garbage can.
“That garbage bag isn’t broken yet.” The raccoon lowered its eyes. “It’s not the right time.”
As soon as she finished speaking, all the trash lowered their heads.
“The Seven Weapons of the King: the Barrel of Destruction and the Barrel of Order. Go and look at the edge of that soon-to-break garbage bag. Don’t rummage through it; just wait for the garbage to fall off naturally,” Xing said.
"." Chu Hai, who had been dubbed the "Barrel of Destruction," slightly raised his head, his eyes dull and lifeless.
“There’s a pair of twins on the throne of every trash can. You and your brother go together,” Xing added.
You must have gotten your brain caught in a door.
No, I must have gotten my brain caught in a door to have such an extremely abstract dream during Witch's Night.
Animal World, the Savior of Trash, and...
“Let’s go, Chu Hai,” said the Black Peacock King of the Barrel of Order. “As a subject, you should not keep your monarch waiting.”
Waiting for your spicy neighbor.
King Ku, has your brain been soaking in the bloody sea of hell for too long and it's gone bad?!
Seeing the raccoon sitting on the tin trash can throne with increasingly cold eyes and the molten golden light beginning to flicker, Jiang Li finally dragged the bewildered Chu Hai outside.
"Wait a minute."
"broken."
Jiang Li gasped.
Chu Hai, on the other hand, seemed indifferent. Nearby, on the Pleasure Barrel, two Dream Eaters poked their heads out, looking on with amusement.
Xing walked step by step to Chu Hai, the minotaur, and said, "Too tall, lower your head."
Chu Hai remained unmoved.
“Lower yourself,” Xing reiterated, extending his baseball bat.
Chu Hai, expressionless, rested his head on the baseball bat, and then...
“That works too,” Xing said.
Swah——
A stream of information converged into Chu Hai's mind, opening the first page of "Apocalypse Forecast": Prologue - The Last Supper.
"You should know your own destiny, and know that our great work of saving the world is to connect all the buckets, mend the broken bags, and create the one and only super-large garbage can."
"."
Chu Hai blinked, then came to his senses, lowered his head, and respectfully said, "Long live the King of Trash."
Jiang Li: "?"
King Ku: "?"
The piper clapped his hands: "Awesome!"
Having been 'subdued', Chu Hai didn't even glance at these guys. He placed his right hand on his chest and slowly backed away.
Xing nodded and walked to the viewing window, looking at the pitch-black sun that seemed to have poured out the entire abyss of darkness, drawing in and burning all the broken garbage bags.
All the garbage bags were already torn, with holes here and there. Since that's the case, why not just sew them all together and throw them into a big enough black hole bucket?
All trash doesn't need to be sorted; it can all live together freely.
This is the so-called "savior" destiny!
Just wait, Sora.
My silly little brother.
As I create my ideal junkyard in this dreamlike land, and write my biography, you will eventually understand.
"The trash can is the only truth."
"Ah!"
Su Ge shivered twice, his feathers trembling all over his body, and he looked blankly at the outside world.
A powerful blizzard swept from all directions, freezing the earth. The "Central Courtyard" of the World Tree had become a sea of fire, with pillars of flame piercing the universe and thick smoke engulfing the mountaintops. Everywhere, there were sounds of fighting and thunder.
The wolves ran, and stars fell from the sky at that moment.
"Oh, I thought it was something serious, but it's just the end of the world." Su Ge closed her eyes, and the unease in her heart gradually dissipated.
It seems like I've forgotten something?
Oh well, let nature take its course.
(End of this chapter)