Through the connection of the power of steel, Joshua's body understood everything about the world of Sibiya in an instant. He already knew that this world was difficult to return to, that the Sibiya resistance army was too weak, and that the enemy they faced was very likely to be A god who is enough to suppress the world by one person and drive away the Steel Python... Even if you don't count the power of the gods, just the power of the soul puppet, they will need decades to recuperate, and then spend hundreds of years to take back their own world and rebuild order. .
Joshua had no intention of intervening in the struggle of these people, nor in the glory of rebuilding civilization, but he could not bear that the mastermind behind all this could sit on the throne, and he could not bear that the creator of the Soul Star could stand by and watch everything happen.
—He wants to find that person and end this twisted order.
Therefore, the giant god breathed out his breath and made the heaven and earth look like day.
The crack in the sky has torn the connection between the inside and outside of the world, and one can see the strange scenery of the endless void. However, due to an inexplicable thin film of mist, the world and the void are not directly connected, but the breath of the giant can pass directly through - I saw that the sky of the entire world had turned into a silvery white at some point, and the faintly visible red Mars was rushing in all directions with the endless light. Large groups of silver mist and light streams were like the corona ejected from the sun. Rolling along the sky, like the raging tide of the North Sea.
The energy from outside the world took away the color between heaven and earth in an instant. The silver mist of steel was wrapped in a roar like a horn. In just a few seconds, under the stunned gaze of all life in the world, the silver tide rolled up. After passing more than half the zenith, they fell like rain. The chariot watched in disbelief as the silver mist swept across the sky. It absorbed the dust in the surrounding atmosphere and formed a mighty crystal rain. They fell to the ground without any traces. If it hits any life, only strange gray-black crystals can be seen rolling on the barren ground, and then slowly dissipate and turn into accumulated dust.
In no time, the flying dust and mist that covered the sky and sun and troubled all life in the entire Siberian world dissipated. The superpowers trembled and leaned over, touching the dust. They breathed in the incredibly fresh air. , this is a feeling they have never had in decades, some murmured in their mouths, and some even burst into tears... But this is not the end, because from the gap, another huge group of silver mist spurts out, it is like a drop of water. The ink falling into the pure water infected the surrounding atmosphere, and the unbelievably thick power of steel surged, impacting the network of false stars in the sky.
Suddenly, accompanied by a low roar that was inaudible to human ears, the stars in the sky flickered, sometimes dim, sometimes bright. Then, soul fluctuations as majestic as a tsunami swept through the entire world of Siberia, shocking everything.
Almost in the blink of an eye, all the soul puppets were paralyzed, and the Sibiya superpowers also trembled and knelt on the ground.
Because the unparalleled majesty comes, just like the gods coming to the world, to punish all destruction.
When Joshua Van Radcliffe exerts all his strength and releases his terrifying power, the world will be turned upside down in a matter of seconds. Even the natural ecology of a world will be drastically changed as a result - a legacy of the Doomsday War a thousand years ago. The dust and fog that covered the sky disappeared under the breath of the warrior, and the star formation that observed the entire world was also suppressed and shut down in an instant. This was just a breath. If he really took action, he might really be like what the Steel Python Kallis said. That would completely overturn the order cycle of a world.
And in the endless silver mist, the huge puppet is in the center of the crack. Behind him is the solemn gaze of the giant god, and in front of him is the entire world of Siberia. Between the roaring steel mist and energy flow, The puppet raised his hand and pointed directly at the dark blue spiral tower in the center of the world.
Suddenly, the mist that originally spilled in all directions seemed to have received the order of its master, and began to rush towards the center of the world. They swept through the chimneys that spewed thick smoke and magic light, and swept away those that rose and fell on the horizon. Factory, sweeping across the large metal buildings, Joshua immediately knew everything that was happening in the distant land.
Those are factories that process souls, bone skin, soul puppets and all creations in the entire Hyboria world. In that huge and magnificent steel building, countless assembly line-like machines are running day and night. Souls The corpses, souls and superpower units transported by the puppets from various gardens are all transported here and then sorted into categories.
The souls of Siberian people without superpowers, like the nameless mechanics, are grouped together. The dim and weak light groups among them are piled together, and then filled into hexagonal prisms like cans. The end result is that they are made into various soul creations, such as storage units that store information, torches that provide energy, and computing units that provide computing power. Incomparably precise formations operate in the most perfect soul industry, turning a A soul is forged into a social component.
Most of the souls derived from superpowers are extremely brilliant. If the standard soul is one, then most of the souls of superpowers are above three, and these vigorous and shining souls will be engraved with unique Rune arrays and inscriptions were made into cherished soul cores. Part of these cores were used to create new soul puppets, and part of them were used to mix super units to create a few high-level control cores. However, most of them were Store it and use it to construct a new soul star.
The fusion of super units and souls is extremely difficult to succeed, and rarely one out of ten has mutual adaptability. Even so, on thousands of factory assembly lines, one after another high-level people who can be made into super puppets The control core was sent to the warehouse and kept in reserve. It was a force that the Siberian resistance could not defeat even after decades of effort.
This is the supply target of the Soul Puppet Garden, the core center of the Soul Puppet, and the truth of this world - under the incomparable rule of the Puppet, countless Sibiya people were raised and slaughtered like chickens and ducks. Of course, the soul puppets do not despise any soul, nor do they despise any Siberian corpse. They just obey the instructions and do what they should do. They do not despise the crops they harvest, but handle them seriously and meticulously. Their last remnants.
But this cannot hide the fact that the entire world is actually a breeding farm, a farmland where people grow crops. What's worse is that behind this farm, there may be an extremely powerful owner.
A world of eternal despair. This is Joshua's only thought. Think about it, the lonely world of Siberia in the vortex of the void, the powerful soul puppets, the perfect breeding system, and the confused fugitive resistance army. If there is no external force, then what will happen internally? The turmoil of the world can never overthrow this order. All of this is as solid and suffocating as iron mixed with ice, but it is also incomparably stable. If the world of Hyboria continues to breed like this, then even if it takes tens of thousands of years, Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and the world of Hyboria will never fall into chaos, let alone self-destruct like the Famine God.
Order? Of course it's order!
But Joshua couldn't stand this kind of order - a world without a future without moving forward, where existence is just existence, so what's the point of its existence? Individuals do not exist, consciousness and soul are just playthings, and cold procedures are above wisdom. For any intelligent life, this is undoubtedly a hell within hell. To admit such an order is to deny the meaning of all civilization. !
A warrior is such a person. If you ask him what he likes, he will say that a difficult challenge is the best. Joshua has his own preferences. He likes to see the blood of his enemies flowing under his feet and decorate his castle with the enemy's skulls, but there is a burning fire in his heart - he doesn't like the cold indifference, he doesn't like to look back, he doesn't He likes a world that has no changes and seems to be dead. He likes change, progress and the future, and likes to challenge the unpredictable destiny. The huge puppet's body suddenly rises with layers of red light. It is red Mars flying, and the texture is like cracks in ceramics. Spreading on steel.
If the fire is born because something is burning, then it must be the soul of the warrior who burns with rage, for the billions of harvested lives, for the nameless dead who are more than billions, all around. The high altitudes trembled due to the power of boiling steel, and one could see that the space seemed to be falling apart at any time. The warrior was determined to punish everything, determined to let the dead order of the frozen world be buried in flames and ashes.
The civilization and order of the Hyborians have long since collapsed. There are no witnesses or jurors in the world, but that doesn't matter. Since civilization and order are no longer there -
Then he, Joshua, is the court.
"Destroy it."
The warrior whispered to himself, his tone low and calm, but because of his words, an uproar was set off on the earth - in all the places covered by silver clouds, incredible visions began to appear, and in those tiny steel microstructures that could not be distinguished at all Under the erosion of dust, the soil and rocks melted like ice cubes hit by hot water, and the sturdy steel factories could not hold up for longer. It can be seen that the majestic factories rising one after another in the center of the world are shaking and collapsing under the waves of silver mist. You can hear the endless sounds of collisions and collapses coming from the earth.
This is a skill that Joshua learned from the Black Mist. His power of steel is no less corrosive than the highest creation of the Sanctuary civilization. Now, this terrifying method is used on the enemies of the warrior.
In just an instant, dozens of factories were reduced to dust under the erosion of the silver mist, and other large bases of soul puppets could not escape the fate of being swallowed up by the power of steel. As the silver dust mist spread like a literary plague, , the center of the entire world was covered, and only those gardens where a large number of Sibiya people were bred were spared. Those were the enemies that the resistance army would defeat in the future, and Joshua would not take over.
At this time, the rebels in the southwest of the Sibiya continent could clearly observe that there were no clouds in the entire sky, only thousands of stars and the Milky Way shining across the stars, and in the Milky Way, people were frightened and trembling. The mighty power of the world is surging, and the initial power from the origin of the world is brewing the next wave of offensive. The steel puppet living in the sky waved his arms. He has destroyed most of the steel building clusters in the center of the world, but the soldiers are especially dissatisfied with this. Satisfied, he set his sights on the dark blue tower.
"Calm down, don't panic! Maintain the order of the team first!" In the rebel town, several gray-haired but strong old men were shouting comfort from around the camp. They frowned and used clear voices to let the surrounding people know. The superpowers who were flustered by all the strange phenomena calmed down: "It's just the sky glowing, there's nothing to be afraid of! We escaped from the soul puppets not to tremble in front of something!"
"Pick up your weapons and carry your luggage! Protect your families and maintain our team! Let's take action now. Let's go to the barren mountains to avoid it!"
As soon as these old men, who were obviously the leaders of the resistance army, opened their mouths, the whole team took reassurance. They were like needles that calmed the sea, no matter how big the storm was in the outside world, they could make the resistance army feel at ease. Listening to their words, the entire resistance army quickly calmed down from the turmoil. Then, they turned into a mighty team and headed towards the desolate mountains in the south of the world.
"Whoosh whoosh-" And right in the center of the world, among the gaps in the buildings shrouded in silver mist, hundreds of strange-looking aircraft suddenly flew out. They were said to be in the mist, and there was a temporary translucent light mask on the outside. Blocking the erosion of the dust and mist, these shuttle-like aircraft with the wings of elders launched a series of artillery fire and missiles in the air, shaking the atmosphere, and you could even hear the micro-chirp of the crystal vibrating, which was activated by a series of high-energy beam generators. sound.
Suddenly, countless artillery fire and light beams hit the high altitude together, and all the weapons placed by the Soul Puppet on the land also opened fire. The extremely powerful energy flow of the positron cannon even shattered the thin silver mist, heading towards Joshua who was high in the sky. Shooting straight away, they seemed to want to knock down the giant puppet in the center of the sky and end everything that shook the world.
However, the sudden storm roared into the atmosphere, sweeping away all the artillery fire and beams. The silver and red gale burst out with extremely powerful energy flow, obliterating all physical or non-physical attacks. It even descended on the earth, It caused countless rocks and soil to fly up, even the surface crust was shaken by this, and a small mountain was directly flattened, turning into a huge depression.
Joshua watched all this indifferently. He watched the silver mist corrode the Soul Puppet factory, watched the strong wind sweep the earth, turning the mountains and buildings into nothing. The warrior waited for the counterattack from the power behind the Soul Puppet, but he Before waiting, the mastermind seemed to be still sleeping, showing no reaction to Joshua's destruction.
In this case, the warriors controlled their own power and gathered neatly towards the dark blue tower standing in the center of the world.
You can see that factories are being razed, you can see that buildings are being smashed, you can see that the world is shaking under Joshua's power, tornadoes and earthquakes are raging in the center of the continent, everything seems to be the end of the world, and the soul puppet is indestructible The fortress was completely destroyed, and now, the tower is about to follow the footsteps of the factory and the fortress. The power of steel that corrodes everything sweeps through like mist, turning everything into ashes.
However, just when the silver mist touched the surface of the dark blue spiral tower.
Invisible fluctuations are centered on the tower that penetrates the sky, causing ripples to appear. It forms concentric circles that spread one after another in the atmosphere. It is extremely complicated and mysterious, and the radiance spreads like a dream, making the surroundings of the entire tower The wind stagnated.
The steel mist solidified in place, and the storm stopped stirring. If you have vision above the ultimate level, you can clearly see that the layer of steel mist closest to the tower is only less than ten microns away from the surface. But the distance of less than ten micrometers is like the separation between heaven and earth at this time, because the whole world has stopped here!
In the distance, the Siberian resistance forces were still galloping through the wasteland, but no one stood still. Their faces were tired and showed worries and fears. Even the white-haired old men leading them looked uneasy. , just trying to keep calm, they could see the rising smoke rising and solidifying beside them, like an oil painting called "Migration".
In the soul puppet garden, a large number of soul puppets are gathering. Their preset programs are activated and preparations for war begin. Countless weapons that were originally sealed are taken out from the arsenal and equipped with them, but at this time they are also stagnant. In place, maintaining a tense pre-war preparation posture.
In the center of the world, among the collapsed factories and buildings, you can see industrial assembly lines and huge puppet facilities that have been mostly decomposed and eroded. Some of them have only skeletons left, and some of the bottom layers have collapsed and are about to collapse, but everything is like Like mosquitoes and ants in amber, they are frozen in the stagnant air, maintaining a posture that will never fall.
Everything has stopped and time seems to have stopped.
No, 'time' has stood still.
Then, dreamlike light waves shone, which was the only thing that could move in this still world. It seemed to not exist in the material world at all, and was just an afterimage. With the surge of this afterimage, time , begins to flow countercurrently.
The silver mist rolled back, the collapsed building stood up again, the factory returned to its original state, the tornado dissipated invisible, and the rebels who marched into the wasteland returned to their garrison. The falling crystal rain was like a video played backwards. You can see countless dust on the ground condensed into gray-black crystals, flying upside down into the sky, and then disintegrating into countless misty dust mist in the sky - and high in the sky, the cracks torn by the warriors slowly closed, and everything was restored. In its original state, the network of stars returned to normal, and the array for observing the heaven and earth resumed operation.
Even the huge steel puppet was no exception. He descended slowly, descended from the highest sky, returned to the mid-air, and the light that penetrated the sky was retracted from the sky, and then returned to his palm... Everything seemed like nothing happened, everything was. It's like a hallucination in a dream.
The hands of the clock rotate counterclockwise, the river of fate flows backwards, and everything is like a boat sailing against the current, constantly being pushed backwards... and then, just like that.
Back to the old days.
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